Good Grades, Lucky Thirteen

12 Wednesday Dec 2012

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What harm can it do?

The thought swirled around in her brain like the gray smoke curling up from a smoldering fire. His mouth was on hers, soft but insistent and tasting faintly of vanilla ice cream and gooey caramel topping. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the sand of the nearly deserted beach and the light sparkled off the waves that were barely beginning to recede from the high water mark.

She lay back on the soft blanket that smelled of summer picnics and cozy campfires, her hair around her head like a tousled halo. His hands were gentle as they ran lightly over the soft, bare skin of her arms and their sand-covered feet rubbed together in a tangle of limbs. She returned his kisses, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and opening her mouth to him in invitation. He accepted, and her leg slipped around his, pulling his body closer to her.

She let her hands wander, feeling his slender body through the thin jersey of his t-shirt. His nipples were hard and she ran her thumb over one of the firm little points, stroking it lightly and causing him to make a soft sound that was halfway between a moan and a whimper. He released her lips and seeking tongue and exhaled deeply before leaning into her again, this time kissing the sweet hollow of her throat and the gentle swells where her breasts spilled out of her snug tank top.

Zack ran his hand down her bare thigh and she shivered with pleasure at the feeling of his warm hand on the sensitive skin at the back of her upper thigh. She could feel her skirt inching up and the hesitation as he explored the exposed flesh. When his fingers found the elastic edge of her panties, she gasped slightly with pleasure.

He looked at her and his forehead wrinkled. “Too soon?”

“God, no,” she replied, for in fact, she was fighting every urge in her body to not mount him right there on the public beach. He kissed her lips again, sliding his fingers under the taut elastic and over the soft, round curve of her ass. His touch was electric and powered her own movements, her hands continuing their migration southward. She grazed lightly over the crotch of his shorts and found him as ready for her as she was for him.

Gently, she closed her hand around his shaft and stroked him through the loose, well-worn fabric of his faded board shorts. His breath was warm against her full breasts as he sighed again deeply and sought her nipples through her shirt. He nibbled the hard point gently and she arched into him, letting her leg slip off of his and parting her thighs almost unconsciously with desire.

He ran his fingers inside the edge of her panties, around her ass and over the soft swell of her hip and between her soft thighs. He stroked her lightly through the damp cotton, pressing into the cleft and making her moan.

The sound of a voice carrying over the sand caused them both to freeze and Janie sat up quickly, pulling her skirt down and running her fingers through her hair. A large golden retriever bounded up to them from around a clump of sea grass with a neon green frisbee in his jaws. He dropped it in the sand by their blanket and Zack picked it up, and giving the dog a quick scratch behind the ears, he let it sail out over the receding surf. He laughed as the dog broke through the waves and brought it back to his owner who had just come into view of their blanket.

“Sorry if Samson and I disturbed you,” the man said with a smile, no doubt noticing their flushed cheeks and rumpled blanket.

“No worries,” Zack replied, leaning forward in an awkward attempt to hide his erection.

Janie giggled as the man whistled for the dog who had abandoned his frisbee and was worrying a small sand crab. “C’mon, boy! Let’s leave these two lovebirds alone.” He smiled as he walked off and Zack turned to Janie with a exasperated grin.

He waited until they were out of earshot before he spoke. “Well. That was…”

“Hot.”

“I was going to say ’embarrassing’, but yeah, ‘hot’ applies as well. I’m sorry about that.”

Janie laughed. “What’s to be sorry about?”

“I think maybe I was moving a bit too fast,” he said. “I didn’t mean to take advantage or anything. It’s only a second date, really…”

“I don’t mind,” Janie said, lying back on the blanket again and running her fingers up Zack’s forearm. “Really.”

He looked down at her and ran his hand up her thigh again, watching as she parted her legs for him and granted him access to her pussy. Again, he teased her through her panties, quickly bringing her back to where they had been and rocketing past it. He pulled the fabric to one side and slipped his fingers inside, encountering her soft tangle of wet curls and her soaked cunt. He teased her, parting her lips but not penetrating her, letting the cooling breeze blow over her hard clit but not touching it.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, looking down at her with those eyes that were the exact shade of shadowy blue as the sky behind his head.

She only smiled and put her hand on his, feeling his fingers as they touched her. “Let’s find somewhere more private,” she said.

Zack leaned in and covered her mouth with his, possessing her completely and sliding two fingers inside her as he did, making her moan into his deep kiss. “My house will be empty until after 8 tonight. We can go back there.”

Janie didn’t want him to stop. His fingers felt good inside her and she knew if he kept going she could come for him right there on the beach, but the promise of feeling his hard cock inside her made her nod and push his hand away with regret. “Yes,” she assented breathlessly. “I want that.”

The air between them was electric as they shook the sand out of their shoes and the blanket and tossed everything back into Zack’s car. They spoke little as he drove her to his house, letting the current spark and hum as he navigated the narrow streets that wound through the sprawling seaside campus town. He pulled into the driveway of a modest cottage on a tree-lined street populated with similar modest cottages. He fumbled slightly with his key as he let them in the back door and shut it behind them.

Her hands were on him immediately, not giving him time to lock the door or even put his keys down. He kissed her again, tossing his keys on the kitchen table where they skidded over the bare surface and clattered to the corner of the kitchen floor. Zack looked over and then back at Janie. “Ah, fuck it,” he said, and kissed her again, sliding his hands down her back and over her ass, pulling her close to him. He pressed her against the table and she leaned against it, parting her legs and pulling him between them. He eased her back and ran his hands up her thighs, wrapping them around his back and pressing his hard cock against the heat of her cunt. She let him pull her shirt over her head, watching his face as he took in the sight of her large, full breasts through the thin, sheer lace of her bra.

He struggled with the clasp for only a moment or two before the elastic gave way and her breasts tumbled free. He scooped the flesh up in both hands and buried his face in them, pinching and tugging lightly at her nipples and making her grind against him. She leaned back on her hands, arching her back and thrusting her tits forward for him. He sucked a hard nipple hungrily into his mouth, making her gasp.

His hands went around her back and she melted as he pulled her close. He was strong, pressing against her and forcing her back onto her elbows. He kicked a kitchen chair out of his way and hooked it with his foot, pulling it behind him as he began to kiss slowly down her body, taking his time to undo the opening of her skirt and slide it over her full hips. He tossed it onto the table only to have it slide off and land on top of his keys. Janie smiled. “Fuck it,” she said.

Zack ran his hand over the soaked crotch of her panties and smirked. “We’ve got plenty of time for that.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling it down to expose the reddish curls that covered her mound. He kissed her there, nuzzling her as he wriggled the scrap of cotton off her body. He pulled the chair up and sat down, placing himself between her thighs. He parted her lips gently with one fingertip, seeking her clit. Her breathy moan told him he had found it and he rubbed gently, making her legs fall open for him.

She looked down into his cool eyes and held her breath as he smiled up at her before pressing his mouth to her spread pussy. Another soft sigh as his lips closed around her clit, sucking softly. She thrust her hips against his mouth and he sucked harder, sliding a finger inside her. He glanced up at her occasionally, watching her as he licked her cunt, using his tongue and fingers to make her squirm.

His face was shining with her juices and she moaned, running her fingers through his hair and grinding his face against her. “You’re going to make me come,” she told him, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.

With a wet slurp, he pulled away and turning his head to the side, wiped his mouth on the shoulder of his shirt. He ran his hands up her thighs again and stood, leaning into her. “Not yet, I’m not.”

He slipped his arm around her waist and eased her off the table, running his hands down her bare back and over her ass, pulling her to him and kissing her. She tasted herself on his mouth, warm and musky. “Nice,” she said, running her hands down his body and over his hard cock. Quickly and deftly, she opened his shorts and pulled his cock out. It was his turn to gasp as she wrapped her hands around his shaft and stroked it. She felt a sticky, slippery string of pre-cum on her hand and she rubbed it over the head, grasping him tightly and making him moan. His shorts slid down to his thighs as he thrust against her hand.

“You’re getting me very close,” he told her, his breath shallow and fast.

“Good,” she said, letting go of his cock only long enough to run her hand over his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. She turned and pressed her bare ass against his cock. He slid easily between her cheeks and his hands went around her, cupping her breasts. He kissed her neck, thrusting against her slightly, his slippery cock dangerously close to her ready cunt.

“Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable in there,” he said, gesturing towards the living room. I’ll be there in one second.”

“Where are you going?” she asked, her eyes closed, her face against his.

“Condom.” he said, he voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded and pulling away reluctantly, she turned and gave his cock a squeeze before backing away from him. “Don’t take too long,” she said, turning and lying back on the large sofa.

The leather was soft and cool beneath her body and she reclined on the soft pillows, looking around the room. It was a decidedly masculine space, strong and sparse and immaculately clean. There were no pictures anywhere; in fact, there was nothing that she would have called personal in the room.

She didn’t have long to contemplate it before Zack returned. He’d pulled his shorts back up, but his cock was still out and she smiled at him. “What kept you?”

He crossed to her and slipped between her legs, half covering her reclining body. The condom packet glinted gold in the last rays of the amber sunset that shone through the large picture window. His cock was hot and hard against her thigh as he kissed her again, his kisses betraying the impatience he kept in check.

She took the condom from him and tore the packet open with her teeth, letting the wrapper fall to the floor and pushing him back a bit to roll it onto his shaft. Her hand sheathed him quickly and expertly and he pulled her atop him, straddling his lap with his cock between them. She raised herself on her knees and positioned herself over him, using her hand to guide him to her entrance. She teased him, lowering herself only a little bit, giving him only a taste of her warm tightness. She gripped the high back of the couch and ran her nipples over his lips, letting him have only a brief suck or lick before pulling away. Her wet pussy danced over the head of his cock, using him on her clit to bring herself close to the edge again.

A gray car drove by the window and it barely registered, so cloudy was her brain with desire, but when she saw it turn into the yard, her heart skipped a beat.

“Someone’s here.”

Zack looked over his shoulder out the window and sighed. “Shit. My dad’s home.”

“What the hell?” In a rush of adrenaline, she jumped off his lap and ran to the kitchen grabbing her clothes, struggling to squeeze behind the table to get her skirt where it had fallen into the corner.

“Shit, he’s not supposed to be here for another hour.”

In a sudden fit of modesty, she covered herself with her clothes and looking around, finally asked, “Where’s the bathroom?” Zack pointed down the hall as he moved quickly to fasten his shorts over his rubber-clad erection, pulling the tail of his shirt down and turning on the TV.

In the bathroom, Janie dressed as quickly as she could, breathing a sigh of relief that she hadn’t dropped anything incriminating in her dash to cover herself. She could hear their voices through the door and she tried to calm her heartbeat and get some of the color out of her cheeks before going out to face them. She looked in the mirror and composed her face and ran her fingers through her hair as best she could. It wasn’t the ideal way to meet the family, but she figured she could pull it off.

Her hand was on the doorknob when she recognized the voice coming from the living room and for the second time in a few minutes, she froze. She looked in the mirror again and tried to compose herself, knowing the longer she hid in the bathroom the more awkward going out there would be.

Okay, she thought. You’ve done nothing wrong. You were visiting and had to use the bathroom. You’re just friends. You got your studying done early.

She took a few deep breaths and flushed the toilet, then washed her hands quickly.

Janie stepped out into the hallway and after squaring her shoulders, she walked into the living room. Zack was sitting on the couch where she’d left him, talking to his father as if nothing had happened. Both men stood as she walked in.

“Jane,” Zack said with a big smile. “I believe you know my dad.”

Janie nodded. “Hi, Dr. Gilbert,” she said, smiling at him as if he was only her professor and her advisor and not, in fact, someone who had watched her masturbate to an orgasm while straddling his cock just that morning. The recollection of Zack’s hard cock between her legs, parting her lips with a promise of pleasure brought a flush to her cheeks and she found herself looking down at the floor. She swallowed hard. “Zack was just about to bring me back to the dorm,” she lied.

“What a surprise to see you here tonight, Jane,” he said, nodding slightly. “I didn’t know you and Zack were friends.”

Janie smiled. “Seems we’re both at a disadvantage. I didn’t know Zack was your son.”

Zack looked sheepish. “Details,” he said with a shrug. He cleared his throat. “Well, if you’re ready to go, I can run you home,” he said to Janie, taking her by the arm and steering her towards the kitchen door. “I’ll be back later,” he said, retrieving his keys from behind the kitchen table that was still askew, and hustled her out the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said to Dr. Gilbert.

“Four o’clock,” he replied. “Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Neither of them spoke until they were several blocks away from the house, and then they stumbled over each other’s words.

“You first,” Zack said.

“Why didn’t you tell me who your father is? You know I have him for class.”

Zack sighed. “Because it’s been my experience that once one of his students finds out I’m his son, they try to use me to get better grades.” He glanced over at her. “I’m not saying you’d ever do that, just that I make it a practice to not mention it until I know that the person I’m hanging out with like me for me and not for who I’m related to. And we were just getting to know each other. But I swear, I would have told you after today, even if it hadn’t gone as far as it had.” He pulled up to a stop sign and looked at her. “I was very surprised at how quickly things moved between us. I wasn’t trying to keep secrets. I just didn’t get the chance to tell you before he surprised us.”

“Okay,” Janie said, and leaned her head back against the headrest.

They rode in silence until Zack pulled up in front of her dorm. “Are you mad at me?” he asked.

She turned and smiled. “No, of course not. I understand. The whole thing just felt a little…well, I felt like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar and…what happened between us was…it was really hot and amazing…” her voice trailed off.

“I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming.”

She sighed. “You remember the guy I told you about? And I said it was complicated?”

Zack nodded.

“What we did…or almost did…what it seems like we’re eventually going to do…” she smiled. “Well, that makes things with him even more screwed up than they were before. I wish I could explain but I’m not sure it even makes sense to me…”

Zack was quiet for a few moments. “I want to keep seeing you, but not if it’s going to complicate things. I can take a step back. I don’t usually move this fast and maybe I just got carried away.”

“It’s not just you,” she said with a reassuring smile, sliding her hand up his arm and resting it on his shoulder. She brushed a bit of hair back from his cheek with the back of her fingers. “I want to keep seeing you, too.”

Zack smiled and leaned in, kissing her softly. She returned his kiss, and smiled back at him. “You still smell like me,” she said.

“I’m also still wearing that condom,” he said.

Janie giggled. “How?”

He glanced down at his crotch. “I’m still hard.”

Janie raised an eyebrow at him. “All this time?”

He looked sheepish again. “It made that casual conversation with my dad really uncomfortable. Especially when you walked in. I was raised to stand when a lady enters the room and really, really wished I could have got away with bad manners at that moment.”

“That’s why you dragged me out the door.”

Zack laughed. “Exactly why, yes.”

Janie laughed, then fell silent. “Do you think he knew what we did?”

Zack shrugged. “He’s not stupid, and I’m over 18. I’ve had girlfriends before. I mean, we’ve had ‘the talk’ and everything.” Janie put her thumbnail in her mouth and chewed at it thoughtfully. “Does that bother you? That he thinks we’re sexually active?”

Janie laughed. “No. Not really. Like you said, we haven’t done anything that he can possibly disapprove of.”

“Well, not yet anyway.” He glanced down at his crotch again and grinned at her. “I don’t suppose there’s much chance of that tonight, huh?”

He looked at her with those eyes so like his father’s and she thought of him beneath her, his strong, skillful hands on her body and felt her nipples rise in response. She’d had his cock nearly inside her and she ached from sexual desire and the need for release. She leaned into him again and kissed him, opening her mouth and seeking his tongue with her own. His response was immediate, and the heat between them burst once again into flames. Panting, she asked, “Do you know the little road that runs down to the old fort?”

“Very well.”

“Let’s go there. Now.”

He churned up a bit of gravel as he pulled out of her dorm and sped with a smile on his face to the waterfront. He parked in the long-abandoned lot and cut the headlights and for a moment they sat and admired the view of the lights over the bay. “It’s pretty,” he said.

“It is.” She agreed. She shot a grin at him. “Backseat?”

They climbed into the empty backseat and again, she released his cock. It was still tightly sheathed and he gasped as she touched it lightly. She lifted her hips and shimmied out of her panties, dropping them carefully onto the front seat before gracefully swinging her legs over his and guiding his cock to her pussy. She slid it between her parted lips, teasing her clit with it again, getting the head wet with her juices.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock, taking him in incrementally, feeling every inch as he filled her pussy. They kissed deeply, enjoying the feeling of him seated tightly inside her. Slowly, they began to move, their hips rocking together as they searched for their rhythm. His hands were on her ass, shoving her skirt up around her waist to feel every inch of the soft, creamy skin he’d only begun to enjoy.

Janie pulled the straps of her tank and her bra off her shoulders and pulled the cups of her bra down, letting her breasts hang free. She offered him her hard nipples and he accepted, watching her caress her own soft tits and rub them against his eager mouth.

All the need and pent-up frustration she’d been harboring was melting away as she rode Zack’s cock, kissing him and listening to him sing her praises in half-whispered words. In the dim light, she was struck by how much he seemed to be a younger version of his father and she closed her eyes, but the images of Dr. Gilbert and Zack mingled in her brain. She pictured their eyes looking up at her from between her thighs, their mouths hungry for her cunt. “Spank me,” she whispered, not opening her eyes.

Zack stopped thrusting for a moment, then resumed, and she felt his hand leave her ass a second before the crack of his hand on her flesh filled the car. Janie moaned. “Again,” she ordered him, and again, she moaned when his palm left a stinging red mark on her soft flank.

“I want you to come for me,” he said, his voice low, his breath shallow.

Janie looked into his eyes, trying to push the image of his father away. “Fuck me, Zack,” she said. He wrapped his arms around her back and easily lay her down on the seat. He pulled her leg up over his shoulder and leaned into her, driving his cock in deeply. She moaned again, letting him possess her wholly, whispering over and over again, “Fuck me…fuck me…”

He brought her close again, bringing her to the brink of pleasure. She felt over-ripe and ready to explode, but she needed him to take her over the edge, to pierce her very center.

“Come in me,” she said, bringing her hips up to meet his with each deep thrust. “Take me completely.”

He kissed her, gluing his mouth to hers as he fucked her faster and faster, bringing her up off the seat. She felt his cock swell inside her and explode, and her own cunt exploded in sympathy. Her moans echoed his, gradually joining in a sweet harmony before they both lay still. Zack kissed her softly, holding the condom carefully as he pulled out and she felt the deep empty longing of his cock slipping away.

They sat together in the back, rearranging their clothes back into order—a process made more difficult by their stopping to kiss and touch each other.

When he dropped her off at her front door, and kissed her goodnight in the glow of the porch light, Janie smoothed his hair and said she’d call him tomorrow. But when she closed the door on him, his eyes and his father’s blended together in her mind, and she knew things were just beginning to get complicated.

Good Grades, Part Six. Ish. Whatever. Just keep reading.

18 Sunday Nov 2012

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Janie noticed her hand was still shaking a bit as she braced herself on the blonde wood of the closed door. She didn’t know what it was about him that made her shiver like a spoiled chihuahua. Two days earlier he was utterly unremarkable to her, and now she was leaning against his office door, her sweaty palm wrinkling his neatly printed schedule as she found herself contemplating the most minute details about him, from the few silver hairs at his temples to the ragged edge of his thumbnail where he had bitten it to the quick.

She was dangerously close to coming—so close that she wasn’t sure that simply taking a few steps down the hall wouldn’t make her have an orgasm in front of everyone. She took deep breaths, struggling to gain some composure before walking away, but with each breath in it seemed she could feel his fingers inside her. With each exhale, the hairs on her neck stirred in memory of his warm breath and soft lips, so intimate and close to her.

She wanted to go back in. She closed her eyes and pictured herself invading his personal space behind his desk, and raising her skirt, showing him her wet cunt and letting him see how ready she was for him. She’d take charge this time; no more letting him have his way, toying with her like she was a puppet to be manipulated. She would force him back in his chair and pull his cock out, stroking him hard a few times before straddling his lap. His cock would slide in easily, and the feeling of her tight, hot cunt would break through that passive, unmoving half-smile that he plastered on his face whenever he was around her.

She wanted to see him cum, to watch his face as she used her body to bring him closer and closer to his own breaking point. He would be the one whose breath was coming in shallow, ragged gasps, and she wondered if he would moan as he grabbed her soft ass and shot his load inside her, or if his release would be marked only by a sudden, almost silent rush of breath.

The thought of watching him lose control was making the throbbing between her legs unbearable. She shifted her weight almost imperceptibly from foot to foot, causing her swollen lips to rub against her clit. She tensed and released her muscles rhythmically the way should would if he was inside her, biting her lower lip hard to keep from moaning aloud.

Janie couldn’t stop. She was going to cum in the hallway, leaning against his office door, pretending to read the notices he had tacked up while people came and went, while doors opened and slammed around her, and with strangers brushing against her as they walked past. She tasted blood and felt a dull stab of pain where her lip did its part in keeping her from making any sound as she felt the spasms begin and the rush of pleasure wash outwardly from her center.

She wanted to laugh, even as tears filled her eyes and a gush of her own fluids wet her thighs and trickled out from under the hem of her skirt. She breathed deeply a few times, wiping at the mess on her legs and wishing she was anywhere but where she was standing.

The click of the door latch made her look up suddenly, and Dr. Gilbert was standing in front of her. She looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, her own voice sounding very small in her ears. “I tried to go home and do what you said, but I couldn’t help it…” She followed his gaze as he looked down to her damp thighs and shaking hands.

He pulled her into his office and shut the door behind them. Her eyes were still full of tears. “I didn’t mean to.”

He chuckled and slid the hem of her skirt up. She put her hands down to stop him. “No…” she protested weakly.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice warm and reassuring. She leaned against the edge of his desk, her bare ass against the cold, smooth wood. He eased her back, and pulling up the same low chair she’d occupied only minutes before, he sat before her and ran his hands up her damp thighs, spreading them apart and bracing them on the arms of the chair. His lips were hot on her skin and she felt a chill of delight course through her at the feel of his tongue tasting her.

Gently, methodically, and without any sense of urgency, he took his time and licked and lapped gently at her soft thighs, working his way towards her spent pussy. As he parted the soft lips and ran his tongue along the slick, pink inner skin, he smiled up at her. “I wish I had enough time to enjoy this properly.”

He used his mouth expertly, savoring the musky sweetness of her, tasting the fruits of the climax he’d brought her to. When she was again squirming beneath him, he stopped, and kissed her thigh.

He stood and helped her to her feet, and again he neatly arranged her skirt so that she was covered. “I made sure not to go as far this time,” he said with a laugh. Then, before she knew what was happening, his mouth was on hers. He kissed her softly, almost hesitantly, and she tasted herself on his lips. She didn’t have time to return his kiss before he had stepped back again, and she watched him arrange his features into his usual unreadable mask. “You’ve made me late for my next lecture,” he said, his voice scolding, but the grin playing around the corners of his mouth gave him away.

“You’d better hurry,” she told him, her voice barely above a whisper. “If you’re more than twenty minutes late, they get to leave.”

He laughed and ushered her to the door, grabbing his bag on his way out. “They wouldn’t dare.”

Janie was beginning to believe that he meant it.

Keep reading…

From “Dirty Silk Panties”

02 Friday Nov 2012

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Every now and again I write a story from the male point of view. I call my alter ego “Lexx Muffstuffer, Vagina Slayer” and he’s a total pig. I love that dirty bastard and it’s fun to give him free rein with a story. This is a bit from a longer piece I had up on Literotica. I put it in the Loving Wives category just to see how many of the perverted pearl-clutchers I could freak out. Suffice it to say, the number was very, very high. *laughs* Mission accomplished.

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I had a week to figure out how to get my best friend to not only fuck my girlfriend, but to fuck her while I fuck her too. I might be able to get him to fuck just her. I might be able to get him to let me watch, but there was no way I could think of that he’d willingly be part of a gang bang. Maybe if it was two girls, but I knew two guys was going to be too gay for him. Hell, I wasn’t convinced myself that it wasn’t too gay. I consoled myself by watching a couple of gang bang DVD’s and noticing that the guys didn’t seem to weirded out by being all dicks-out at the same time. Of course, they’re porn stars and paid not to be weirded out by much of anything, but I tried not to think about that.

I also figured out that if push came to shove I might be choosing my girlfriend over my best friend. I tried not to think about that either.

By the time Sean was at the door on Sunday afternoon, I was four beers ahead of him, slightly drunk and I had no fucking idea how this plan of Lorie’s was going to work. As it was, I’d seen little of her that morning. She was up and out of the house before I got up and when she got back she stayed mostly in the bedroom with the door closed. I knocked a couple of times and asked if she was okay and she said she was. The thought of going in and seeing what she was doing never really crossed my mind. I had enough fucking things on it as it was.

Sean came in and got himself a beer from the fridge and settled himself down into his usual Sunday afternoon game-watching chair just as he’d done a thousand weekends before. I tried to be casual and took a sip of my beer, but it got stuck in my throat, so I put the bottle down. My hands were shaking.

By the bottom of the second inning, just as I was starting to sweat, Lorie came out of the bedroom. She had on a tiny pair of white silk panties and a sheer white button down silk shirt. I could see her tits through the fabric, and so could Sean. He licked his lips and stammered a greeting of some sort, and beads of sweat that matched mine broke out on his forehead. Poor guy had no fucking idea what was coming, though.

Lorie sat on the arm of the couch right next to Sean and put her foot up on the sofa cushion. Her legs were spread and the crotch of her panties stretched tightly over her pussy lips. I could see her big clit through the thin fabric and a thin, damp patch already starting to form. Her nipples were as hard as her clit and she leaned towards Sean slightly.

“Hey, Sean,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here. I have a favor to ask you.”

Sean swallowed hard. Sean’s dick was hard. He was tent-poling the front of his shorts and he shifted in the chair hoping we didn’t notice but knowing all the same that we had. “Uh…sure,” he said, “I guess so…”

Lorie got up and delicately deposited herself on his knee. “I don’t know if you can tell or not, but I love that big goofus over there,” she said. I swallowed hard and blinked. She’d never used the “L-word” with me before and it caught me by surprise. Sean took a look at her hard nipples rubbing beneath the see-through veil, swallowed hard and blinked as well. “The thing is, he probably never told you but he really gets off on watching me with other guys. He told me it’s his biggest fantasy and I’d really like to make it happen for him.”

Lorie slowly started to unbutton her top as she talked. “I thought about picking up a stranger, but that just seems so cold and impersonal. No way to show my love.” She was playing the doe-eyed innocent and it was making me so hard I thought I’d cream right in my pants. Button after button gave way and poor Sean was scared to breathe, scared to look at her, but unable to look away either. “So I thought long and hard about it,” she said, pulling the fabric of her shirt across her tits so that her nipples were right in my best friend’s face, ” and decided that the best person to help me make my man happy is the guy who loves him like I do. His best friend.” She opened her blouse and let it fall behind her. She shook her long hair out and arched her back. “I thought maybe we could go in the other room and get to know each other a little better first, then he could come in and watch us. What could be sweeter than his best girl and his best friend?”

Sean’s eyes were bugging out as he looked at me for confirmation. “Dude,” Sean croaked, when he could finally get the words out. “Is this for real?”

His voice shocked me back into reality. “Yeah, man,” I said. “Totally. Sorry, she caught me off guard…Baby, I wasn’t expecting anything like this,” I said to Lorie.

“So, I guess it’s all up to Sean,” she said, running her hand lightly over his shaved head and down his neck. She left her arm draped over his wide shoulders and leaned into him so that her rosy nipple was brushing against his cheek with each breath. “What do you say? Did I pick the right man for the job?”

“Well, shit…yeah!” he said, more enthusiastically than I’d have expected from my best friend. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her tits in his huge hands. “Shit,” he said again, “if you want to watch me tap this sweet ass, I’d be fucking stupid to say no.”

Lorie broke out in a sweet, sexy, victorious smile. “How about a little pre-game for my loving man right here?” she said and turned so her back was to him. She ground her ass against his cock and swayed to a song only she could hear. Her tits were hanging free, swinging back and forth. She raised her arms and tangled her hands through her hair, and when Sean ran his hands up her thighs to her soft ass, she smiled that knowing smile for me again.

“I don’t know ’bout you, man,” Sean said, laughing, squeezing Lorie’s ass, “but even though this little gift here is for you, I think Christmas came early for me!”

Lorie turned to face him. “You have no idea, stud.” she said, and gestured for him to follow her. “Let’s go in here and get warmed up before the big game.” Sean got up and trotted after her like a puppy. “I just hope I can please you,” she said to him, and closed the door, smiling at me still sitting stock-still on the couch.

It’s a weird feeling to sit in one room with the ballgame on like it’s a regular Sunday afternoon, but knowing that your girlfriend has just seduced your best friend in the world and he’s currently in your bed doing God knows what to her. With your blessing.

The front of my brain felt very strongly that it should be protesting this in some way. Real men don’t let their girlfriends fuck their best friends—certainly not in their beds, not with their permission, and for sure not while they watch. Do they?

But from the back of my brain a voice was screaming out that this was the kind of thing you only see in letters to Penthouse and in porn movies and that I should be fucking happy as a pig in shit that I found a woman who likes to fuck long and hard and is willing to get my friends’ rocks off too. As if on cue, I heard Sean moan from the bedroom, and my cock jumped in sympathy. I was guessing the “watching” part was coming up next, and I couldn’t help it but I gave myself a few strokes through my shorts.

I heard a small click and I looked up to see the bedroom door swing open. My Lorie stood naked in the doorway and gave me her sweetest, most seductive smile. “We’re ready for you, lover,” she said and I got up as smoothly as I could with my hard-on bobbing along in front of me. She slid her arms around my neck and kissed me long and deep. “Let’s see if you can make this a day I won’t ever forget,” she challenged, and led me into the bedroom.

The shades were drawn against the afternoon sun and Lorie had lit candles all around the room. Sean was stretched out naked and spread-eagled on our bed, his black skin in stark relief against the new white satin sheets. He looked like a sacrifice. A very, happy sacrifice, if the wide smile on his face was any indication.

His huge cock jutted up and I tried not to look at it. It’s not usually kosher to stare at your buddy’s junk, but then I wasn’t sure if the rules regarding junk-looking were suspended when you were about to see him fuck right in front of you. But then I was expected to look. Right? Clearly some ground rules would have come in handy, but there was no use crying over fucking spilled milk at this point.

Lorie showed me the chair she set up right by the foot of the bed and I sat dutifully while she climbed on the bed. Sean gasped as she swiftly straddled his cock in the old “reverse cowgirl” and guided the fat tip to her cunt, which I’m sure—based on loads of experience—was already soaking wet. She looked me right in the eye as she slowly took every inch of his black meat into her twat.

I watched his fat cock stretch her lips apart and sink into her, shuddering with lust as she took him in like a seasoned pro. She rode him slowly, working his cock inside her and using her power and his body for her own pleasure. She watched me the whole time, looking into my eyes and smiling at me, but murmured quiet words of encouragement to Sean. “Oh, that’s nice, baby. You have a nice, thick cock.” Sean would moan and she’d reach down and give his balls a stroke and a squeeze. “Nice big balls,” she’d say to him. “I can’t wait to taste your cum.” She didn’t let me forget for a second that this was all about her.

I was breathing hard, watching her fuck him, using him like a piece of meat, putting on a show that was turning me on as much as it was her. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Seeing his cock inside her, stretching her out and sliding out black and shiny from her love juice was more than I could take. It was more than any man could take. I pulled my cock out of my shorts and wrapped my fist around it. I gave it a squeeze and milky precum oozed out of the tip.

“Oh, baby,” she said to me. “You want a little of this too?” she said, grinding her clit against Sean’s pelvis. “C’mon up here,” she said, and I shucked off my clothes and climbed naked onto the bed. I stood up in front of her and she grabbed my cock with both hands and took me into her mouth. I could see Sean grinning at me from behind her and he gave me the thumbs up.

She sucked my cock like she’d never sucked it before, all the while riding Sean’s cock. She had two of her holes filled, but I knew what kind of fucking she was craving. “Sean,” I said, and Sean opened his eyes and looked at me. “You wanna play a little game?” Lorie stopped fucking us and looked up, not sure what I was thinking and I’m guessing not sure she wanted me taking the lead. “How about one of us fucks her cunt and one of us fucks her ass, and the first one to cum has to clean up his creampie with his mouth?”

Sean laughed. “You’re a nasty motherfucker, man,” he said. “But I like the way you think.”

It was Lorie’s turn to be thrilled, and she said, the emotion barely contained in her voice, “It’s only fair to give Sean the first choice of holes. He is our guest, after all.”

“You heard her, buddy. Choose your weapon,” I told him.

“Shit,” he said, “much as I’d like to squeeze into that tight ass of yours, I doubt I’d last a minute. Your pussy is sweet enough for me, doll. How ’bout you spin it around so I can play with those bouncing titties while your man and me show you how it’s done.”

I leaned down and kissed her hard, then she got up and re-adjusted herself onto his pole. “Be a pal and see if you can reach the lube in that drawer over there,” I said, gesturing to the nightstand. “And you keep still,” I told Lorie, who was slowly starting to ride Sean’s cock. “No fair giving me a head start.”

“Thanks, man,” Sean said, handing me the bottle of lube, and Lorie giggled. “Now you lean over here and let me have a suck of them sweet nipples.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. Her ass spread before me and I squirted a big gob of lube right into her asshole and used my middle finger to open her tight hole and get it good and slippery. She moaned, though I don’t know if it was from me lubing up her ass or because Sean chose that moment to give her nipples a couple of good hard sucks.

I guided my greasy dick to her back door and rubbed the head against the tight pink whorl. I pressed into her, feeling the tightly clenched muscles relax and open bit by bit. “Keep working her tits,” I told Sean. “It’s a tight squeeze back here but nibbling on her nips gets her crazy horny.”

“That right, baby doll?” he asked, and took her nipple between his straight, white teeth. He bit down lightly and pulled back, stretching the sensitive skin and causing her to squeal with pleasure. He let it go with a snap and a jiggle and she moaned as I made a little more progress into her asshole.

Slowly she opened for me, taking me in inch by hot, tight inch. Her cunt was already stuffed and as I filled her ass with my cock, she started to shake. I stroked her ass cheeks and urged her to ease herself back onto me. “Lean back, love,” I said and she did, rocking back so that we were both filling her up, then rocking forward so that we would both slide out at the same time. “That’s right, baby,” I told her. “Fuck us both the same. You’re in charge. Who you gonna milk first?”

Lorie didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. She was rocking back and forth, fucking us with her tight holes while we let our hands explore and caress her body. The first time our hands accidentally brushed, we both pulled away like they were wired for 220. But as Lorie got hotter and started fucking us faster and faster, it didn’t matter whose hands were whose, and the fact that our dicks were only separated by a thin membrane and our balls were pressed up against each other kind of made feeling weird pointless.

Sean was starting to moan, and I was hoping he was getting close. I could tell Lorie was and I wanted it to be extra good for her, so I reached down and grabbed her by the hair the way I know she likes. I tugged on it and pulled her head back, giving my hips a little extra something with each thrust. “C’mon, baby,” I urged her. “Come with two cocks inside you. We’re gonna fill you up good,” I added and she moaned again, slamming her ass into my thighs and meeting each of our thrusts with her own. Sean was moaning nearly as loud as she was and I was pretty sure I was going to win this contest. “That’s right,” I said, “make that big black cock explode.”

“Ohhhh, shit!” Sean groaned loudly and I could feel his cock swell and pulse against mine as he shot his load deep into my girlfriend’s pussy. I could feel the heat of his cum and so could Lorie, because all hell broke loose inside her and she started to buck and hump wildly against his throbbing cock. She was cumming like I’d never felt her cum before, and I could feel the spasms in her cunt and her ass at the same time. It was such a delicious, novel sensation, and since I’d already won, I gave her a couple of good strokes and shot my own load into her asshole, wetting her down front and back. I could see my cum bubble out from around my prick and as I pulled out of her hot, spunky ass, I saw Sean’s cum dripping oozing out from around his still hard cock.

She collapsed on top of Sean and he wrapped his arms around her, but with one hand he made a fist. I laughed and knuckle-bumped him, Big Papi-style. I rubbed the head of my cock in her crack, making sure I left her good and messy. “Don’t get too comfortable, Buddy,” I told him. “You’re not done.”

“C’mon, man,” he groaned.

Lorie put her head up and kissed Sean. “That’s right, honey,” she said. “I’m afraid we have to go with house rules on this. My pussy is a mess and since you came first, you get to clean me up.” She raised herself off his hard cock and a gob of jizz—I couldn’t tell if it was mine or his—landed in his dark, curly pubes. “Just relax and enjoy it,” she said. “I know I will.” She turned and straddled his face, offering him her asshole and pussy, both of which were dripping with cum. “Do a good job now,” she directed.

She shivered as his thick lips made contact with her bare pussy lips. He spread her with his hands and gently lapped and sucked at her swollen cunt and stretched holes. She looked into my eyes and I took her face in my hands and kissed her gently, sucking at her lips and giving her my tongue the way my best friend was loving her twat.

Sean’s cock lay hard beneath our chins and Lorie took it in her hands. Sean groaned as she took the big purple head into her mouth and sucked on his jizz-covered tool. It was too big for her to get very far into her mouth so she wrapped her hands around the base and stroked him while she sucked the fat head. She looked at me looking at her and suddenly a smile crossed her stuffed lips. She gave me the “come hither” finger and pointed at Sean’s cock. He was absorbed in her pussy and couldn’t see what she was doing, and I realized she wanted me to suck Sean’s cock.

I shook my head no. I’m no cocksucking fag. She squeezed his cock and he moaned into her pussy. Then she twitched a little and a big grin spread across her face. “Oh, that’s right, now that’s my nasty Uncle Sean,” she said. “Sucking daddy’s cum out of my ass like that. Ohhhhh, that’s so nice,” and I could tell she meant it.

I looked down at Sean’s cock throbbing between us. I could hear the sucking and slurping noises as he sucked my spunk out of her asshole, so as Lorie stroked his shaft I closed my eyes and took my best friend’s cock into my mouth. Sean groaned into her ass, sucking and licking and fucking her with his tongue. I sucked my first cock, tasting both Lorie’s sweet pussy and Sean’s deep funkiness on the soft, firm skin. I didn’t know if I was doing it right or not, but I figured if I did what felt good to me I’d be okay. I took him into my throat as far as I could, feeling the heaviness of him on my tongue. Lorie’s little hands were stroking him hard and she was using my saliva to get him good and slick. I figured out her rhythm and finally I felt like we were really on to something.

I didn’t figure in that Sean would come again so quickly, and clearly I was so preoccupied with my technique that I failed to notice that he was grunting into my girl’s asshole and twitching his hips with every stroke of his cock. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a hot flood hit my tongue and fill my throat. I nearly gagged before I instinctively swallowed and suddenly jet after jet of cum was going smoothly down my throat. I drank him in eagerly, swallowing everything he had and sucking every last drop out of his cock. I released him and Lorie kissed me again, his cock between us, as she lifted herself carefully off of his face.

Sean lay there on the bed breathing hard while Lorie turned and curled her body up next to his. I curled up next to her and the three of us just stayed like that for what felt like a good, long while. Finally, Sean was the first one who found something to say. “Bro, this is one sweet little piece of ass you got on your hands.”

From “Once In a Blue Moon”

31 Wednesday Oct 2012

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This excerpt is from a soon-to-be-published story. Stay tuned!

*****

Now she was in control, the alpha lover in the room, connecting us and guiding us on invisible wires to the bed where we collapsed together in a tangled mass of limbs. A moment of confusion as hands, overlapped, legs collided, and bodies searched for warm spots and throbbing places, and then Rowan guiding us again. “Just relax,” she told him, running her hands over his body. “Don’t worry about pleasing both of us, or making one of us feel left out. Whatever happens, it’s all good.”

She ran her hand over my breasts, watching as my already hard nipples quivered beneath her touch. He did the same, lowering his mouth and taking the pink point in his lips. I felt a tug in my pussy as he sucked, and then another as she followed suit, taking the other hard nugget in her teeth and making me writhe as my body processed the exquisite pleasure. I felt a hand between my thighs, but couldn’t tell whose it was. I shivered with delight at the knowledge–or the not-knowing–of which of them was parting my lips and stroking my clit.

Gentle hands moved over me, guiding me and urging me onto my stomach. I exhaled deeply with anticipation as hands caressed the soft skin of my ass, wandering into the cleft and dipping into the warmth and wetness. Hands guided me to my knees and parted me, guiding my legs apart and spreading me wide and making me ready. A mouth pressed against my soaked cunt and a tongue plunged inside me, drawing a moan from my lips. I felt bodies move and the mattress shift beneath me, making me sway on my knees, strong hands steadying me and those lips on my pussy, sucking and licking.

I felt the mattress give a little near my hands and I opened my eyes. Soft creamy thighs were before me, and Rowan smiled when I looked up at her, stroking her cheek with my hand. I needed to taste her again.

She lay down and spread her legs for me, showing me her bare pussy. I pressed my lips to her swollen clit, tickling it with my tongue where it peeked out from her soft folds and drawing a moan from her. I tickled the little silver ring that pierced her plump nether lip, making her giggle, before dipping back into her and tasting her sweet, wet cunt and hearing that giggle turn into a deep sigh.

My own cunt was dripping as Gary slid two fingers inside me, and slid his tongue to my ass. My moan was muffled by Rowan’s pussy as he worked it inside me, opening me and making a chill of pleasure run up my spine. I leaned back into him, forcing him in deeper, feeling myself grow wider and ready for his cock.

He shifted again and I braced myself, feeling him kneel behind me. I tried to focus on Rowan, on bringing her pleasure, but as he slid inside my wet cunt and I felt his balls slap against my clit, I raised my head and moaned. He stroked me deep, sliding his hands over my ass and up my back and grabbing a handful of my hair. He pulled back, making me arch into him. Rowan smiled and slid her hand between her legs, and watching as he fucked me, she plunged two fingers into her open cunt.

He pulled out of me slowly and ran the hot head of his cock over my pussy, teasing me with it, dipping it in and pulling it out. I felt him press against my asshole and I moaned, barely able to utter the words, “Oh, God…yes.” Gently, he pressed harder and I took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he spread me, wider and still wider with his thick shaft. It burned and I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle him. I felt my eyebrows knit as I kept breathing, trying to relax.

In a flash, Rowan was beneath me, wriggling under my body. I felt her lips against my clit and then the gentle suction as her mouth closed around it. She worked my clit like a tiny cock, sucking and teasing it with her tongue. I wriggled against her, moaning anew as she slipped her fingers inside me. Gary pressed harder into me, opening me past the pain to where it becomes pleasure. He worked his cock slowly, purposefully, running his hands over my ass.

Rowan knew just how to touch me, hitting all the pleasure points she’d discovered the night before. I lowered my mouth to her pussy and worked her lips apart with my own, pressing my mouth again into her. She was so wet and ripe, and I had to swallow hard to keep up with the juices that flowed from her. I pushed her knees apart and attacked her clit hungrily, making her squirm beneath me even as she brought me closer and closer to my own finish.

I could feel the pressure building, the tension inside me as cock and mouth worked together to make me cum. I was getting close to the edge, feeling the ripples begin and rush towards me, before breaking in the center and racing outward in growing spirals. I could barely breathe and my legs shook as I came, Rowan using her fingers to draw out a gush of fluid that ran over her face. I felt her shake with laughter, and I laughed too from release and with joy.

Reluctantly, Gary slipped out of my ass, and we shuddered at the same time from the delicious pleasure of sensitive skin on very sensitive skin. Rowan waited until the deep spasms inside me subsided before pulling her fingers out and kissing me gently on my spent cunt.

I fell back onto the bed breathing hard. Gary kissed me, tasting Rowan’s funky essence all over my face. “Go get some,” I told him and Rowan smiled as his knowing mouth replaced mine on her cunt. He knelt over her and tasted her pussy, while I lay beside her, lazily stroking her soft breasts and pulling her nipples into hard peaks.

(to be continued…)

From “Pottery Yarn”

09 Tuesday Oct 2012

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This is an excerpt from the story “Pottery Yarn”. It’s published in its entire long form in Not Safe for Work–a collection of my short stories–and in a shorter version in Cougars and Jackals, an anthology of short stories by different authors. Both are available at Amazon.com.

*****

His cock was hard and hot between her legs, and she could feel the heat of him through their clothes. Her own pussy was throbbing as she rubbed her clit against him and he moaned a little in the back of his throat. She leaned down and kissed him again, thrilled by the sensation of his big hands sliding over the soft curves of her ass.

She slithered down the front of him, running her hands over his body and kneeling between his thighs. With a flick of her fingers, she popped the button of his jeans open and slid the zipper down slowly, letting her fingertip wander inside and stroke him gently through the soft cotton of his shorts. His cock jumped at her touch. She put her lips to the soft cloth and teased him still more, opening her mouth and taking the head between her teeth.

He gasped with pleasure when she slipped her fingers in the waistband of his underwear and slid them down, exposing his cock. She ran a finger down its length and he shuddered, his hips rising off the cushions in an effort to capture more of her touch, but she withdrew. “Down, big fella,” she teased and with a groan, he relaxed and sank back into the cushions. She lowered her lips to the purple head of his cock and kissed it softly.

She opened his fly all the way and freed his balls, cupping their weight in her hands and running her nails across the sensitive skin. Again, she wrapped her hand around him, letting him throb hotly in her grasp.

She lowered her lips to the purple head and kissed it with a touch as light as a feather. He moaned. She kissed it again, applying more pressure and letting her lips linger on the hot skin for a moment. He moaned again. She kissed it a third time, parting her lips slightly as if she were going to take him in her mouth, only to stop and draw out the anticipation at the last minute.

She tasted his precum, salty and slick. She looked up at him and licked her lips; then, still keeping his eyes locked with hers, she licked the shiny drop off the head, causing him to moan for a third time.

She kissed the head again, then lower, and lower still, leaving a trail of kisses down the hard shaft. She nestled her face in his balls, licking him there and sucking the loose, tender skin of his scrotum. She nipped at him lightly with her teeth, making him squirm—anticipating a pain that never quite came.

His cock bobbed in the air, eager for her touch. She started at the base and licked up the shaft, running her tongue up the whole length, enjoying it as if it were her favorite flavor lollipop. Again, she pressed her lips against the soft, swollen head and opened her mouth slightly. And again, she looked up and sought eye contact. As he watched, she took him into her mouth. Slowly, he was engulfed, his cock disappearing by inches into the warm wetness.

As he lay back and closed his eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, she turned her full attention to giving that pleasure. She took as much of him in as she could before letting him slide back out, wetting his cock and making it slick with her saliva. She grasped the base of the shaft firmly with one hand and while the other stroked and fondled his balls, she slowly and deliberately sucked his cock.

She slid it in and out smoothly, pleasuring the head with her mouth while her hands stimulated the rest. He grabbed the edge of the couch cushion beneath him until his knuckles turned white as she fucked him with her mouth. He was moaning often now, and his hips squirmed uncontrollably beneath her. Her rhythm was even, her touch firm, and he could feel the pressure mounting deep inside him. He thrust his hips slightly with each of her strokes—a movement that made her smile inwardly as she could feel his orgasm approaching.

His mouth was open and his breathing was fast and shallow, and his cock was hot and hard as steel in her mouth. In a half whisper, he gasped, “I’m getting close…I’m going to come…”

She didn’t stop, she only looked up at him, and as he opened his eyes and looked at her, she made a noise of assent: a low, throaty hum that told him she knew he was going to come—and soon—and she was ready, willing, and eager for it to happen.

He released his grip on the sofa and gently put his hands on her head, weaving his fingers in her hair. She felt his cock harden slightly, and grow thicker in her mouth. His balls tightened. She took him full length into her mouth, sucking hard as the hot jets of cum hit the back of her throat. He was shuddering at the intensity of the orgasm and the sweet sensation of her hot, sucking lips.

As the throbbing subsided and his body relaxed, she withdrew her mouth from him, sucking every inch of his spent cock, and releasing him with a kiss.

She knelt before him, watching as he caught his breath and tried to recover. He opened his eyes and looked at her, and smiled. “You are amazing,” he said, his voice deep and husky.

“I know,” she said, rising gracefully to her feet, her breasts swaying as she moved.

*****

To read more, check out Not Safe for Work available for Kindle, in paperback, and for the Nook, and Cougars and Jackals available for Kindle.

From “Deployed”

05 Friday Oct 2012

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This story still isn’t quite finished, but here’s a sneak peek at it…

*****

We pad barefoot back into the kitchen, wrapped in thick towels, and I grab us each a bottle out of the fridge. We tap the necks of together. “Happy birthday, dude,” I say and you smile, taking a long drink of good beer. I lean against the counter and my elbow causes the little white birthday candles to roll into the sugar bowl before coming to a stop.

You set your beer down and pick up the candles, rolling them thoughtfully between your fingers. You smile a secret smile and raise your eyebrows at me.

“What’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” you reply. “I was just thinking of how nice it would be to have some of those special low-temp candles…” You smirk. “Sometimes my dirty bondage fantasies just slip out.”

I put my beer down and undo my towel, re-wrapping it around my waist, baring my breasts. “Go for it.”

“No way, man. You’ll burn yourself with these.”

I sigh. “I can handle it. Trust me.”

“You keep saying that.” You look dubious, but the image in your head of hot wax dripped on my skin is clearly vivid.

I take one of the candles from you and light it. I hold it over my arm and let the wax drop on my skin. It stings, but not enough to make me flinch. “See?”

I scoop a handful of soft breast in my hand and hold the hot flame just inches over my quivering nipple. Silently, the first drop hits the sensitive flesh and I inhale sharply as the too-hot wax burns my nipple. It cools instantly to a more comfortable warmth, but that first sting is delicious, like a well-timed bite, painful, but good. Another drop joins it, and another until my nipple has a coating of white wax.

I blow out the spent candle and peel the wax off and the tender pink skin is hot and red. I do the same to the other nipple, wincing as the hot wax stings and then cools to a tender ache.

This time you blow out the candle and peel the wax off me. “Does it hurt?” you ask.

“Mmm hmm,” I answer, nodding. “They could definitely use some soothing.”

You pull me close and kiss me, then you lower your head to the hot, aching red spots on my nipples. My towel comes unwrapped and falls to the floor. Your hand slides between my thighs, parting the still-damp curls and sinking easily between my lips. I moan as your finger finds my clit; you rub it gently, making it hard under your fingertips.

Your lips are gentle on my nipples, your tongue flicking against the hard points. The slight burns from the wax hurt, but the combination of the sting and the ache of pleasure of your licking and sucking are driving me wild. The subtle, constant pain is better than clamps or rings, even.

My cunt is reacting powerfully to the play. Your hands are working my body like you’ve known its every curve–every secret–forever. You slide your fingers inside me, pressing against me, leaning me hard against the counter. I’m bent back, arched for you, my legs apart as your fingers manipulate me. The only sound in the darkened kitchen is our breathing, soft moans and sighs, and the wet sounds of my pussy, the clicks as you plunge your fingers deep inside me and pull them back out. I know your fingers are shining with my juice and I grab your hand. You stop, confused, and then sigh deeply as I raise the two fingers to my mouth and suck on them.

I guide your hand back to my pussy, but you shake your head. “I want to taste you,” you say, and I’m in no position to argue. I hop up on the counter and you lower your mouth to my cunt, spreading my legs and easing them up over your shoulders. Immediately, you plunge your tongue into me, tasting me. I feel my own juices trickle from me, tickling down to my asshole, which you catch with your tongue and make me moan aloud. You tease the tender spot with your tongue before sliding it back inside my cunt, fucking me deeply.

My clit aches to be touched, and I reach down to stroke it, rubbing the little kernel between two fingers. You stop what you’re doing and watch me touch myself, kissing the soft skin of my inner thighs. When my hips start to squirm, you gently move my hand. “Let me,” you say and lower your head again, smiling up at me as I lick my fingers clean. You press your tongue flat against my clit and use the same motions I used with my fingers, mimicking the speed and pressure I used and making me moan anew. You slide two fingers inside me, curving them upwards in search of my g-spot.

The firm, even pressure deep inside calls forth my pleasure from a place far away, but it’s coming fast and hard. I feel myself lose control as your fingers massage and manipulate my very core, stimulating me in ways few have been able to. My palms slap against the countertop as I brace myself for the orgasm that breaks inside me, my muscles clenching deep within. I know you can feel that deep spasming and you keep stroking me, pressing the magic spot until the pulses have slowed. Your lips go around my clit and you suck; your tongue is about to bring me around again. A second time, this time on the surface, the spasms and throbs of pleasure are radiating outward, fluttering and pulsing quick and hard and fast, a high counter-melody to the first deep climax.

My cum is running over your hand, and as you slide your fingers out of me, it gushes forth, leaving a wet puddle beneath me.

You stand, and I wrap my arms and legs around you, kissing you deeply and tasting myself on your lips…

Cleanup in Aisle Three

03 Wednesday Oct 2012

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I wrote this story years and years ago for a contest. I didn’t win, and it’s far more porn than erotica than the more recent stuff I’ve written, but it’s a fun, dirty little stroke piece, anyway…

*****

I was planning to go on vacation, so I switched a night shift with my co-worker to make up time. I was somewhat familiar with the other people on that shift from union meetings, but we would know each other quite well by night’s end.

Debbie told me that things on the night shift were a little more unrestrained than they were during the day. She regaled me with stories of all the places she’d seen co-workers doing it, and by the time I she was done I was tickled pink with the delightful irony of it all: America’s Most Moral Department Store Chain was a seething hotbed of wanton sex, dirty kinks, and lustful vices. I also made a mental list of the produce items I would never again purchase from Save-Mart.

Before my first night shift began, she made it a point to tell me that all the stories she’d told me were true. I secretly hoped so. Besides being thrilled at the delicious hypocrisy of a midnight fuck-fest, I was also getting pretty turned on by it too. I didn’t tell Debbie, but it had been a really long time since I’d had sex with anyone besides myself and the thought of hooking up and getting laid on company time didn’t seem like such a bad deal from where I was sitting.

I was assigned to work the frozen foods section of the store, restocking the rows and rows of coolers. I had been slaving away for what seemed like decades when the tone over the intercom system signaled our first break. I walked back to the employees’ lounge, anticipating 15 minutes of awkward small talk. Instead, as I approached the door, I could hear moaning and giggling coming from inside. I stood silently outside the door and peeked in. Kim from Bakery was reclining atop one of the lunch tables with her feet resting on Tyler from Deli’s shoulders. Tyler’s pants were around his thighs and his tight, muscled ass was peeking out from underneath his official red Save-Mart tunic.

I watched as he slid his cock into her. Kim’s head fell back with pleasure and he started slamming into her, the table squeaking with every thrust. It was so hot, I barely thought to look around before sliding my hand down down the front of my skirt and diddling my clit. I wanted a better view, so I slowly eased the door open, but the hinges gave out a deep, loud squeal of metal on metal.

Kim’s head snapped up and I spun on my heel, pulling my wet fingers out of my snatch as I disappeared into the shadows of the vast store. My cheeks were hot and I hoped she hadn’t seen me there. What could I say? I stood in the dark bathroom fixtures aisle and closed my eyes, but all I could see was Tyler’s sweet ass and Kim’s moist lips, parted with lust as he fucked her under the florescent lights of the lunch room. My pussy was soaked, and I rubbed myself through my panties, wondering if I could get off before the break period was up, but before I could get close enough to cum, the second tone over the intercom system told us that our fifteen-minute break was over. With a sigh, I made my way back to frozen foods and the endless rows of freezers.

The temperature in the “frozen tundra” as we called it was enough to cool anyone’s engines, but all it did was make my nipples hard, which made them rub against my shirt in a most uncomfortable and delightful way. No amount of stacking frozen pizza by SKU number was going to keep my mind off the orgasm that lay just beyond my reach, and it was all I could do not to diddle myself right there in the middle of a well-lit aisle. I even considered, then abandoned, the idea of slipping a bag of frozen niblets in my panties just to cool things off enough to concentrate. As it was, I found myself clock-watching in true Save-Mart style. If the first half of the shift leading to the first break seemed long, the second stretch leading to the “lunch” break was interminable.

The second the tone sounded for break, I all but ran to the lunch room hoping to “run into” Kim and Tyler. But the room was empty. I waited for a few minutes, but when they didn’t come in, I gave up and grabbed a soda from the machine and headed back out into the darker side of the store. The other stocking crew didn’t come on until 4 a. m., so besides a few emergency lights, most of the store was empty and dark. Sighing, I stopped over by magazines and picked out a copy of the raciest rag Save-Mart sells, figuring maybe I could rub out a quick on while fantasizing about oiled up pro-wrestlers. I made my way through the dark to home furnishings and stretched out more or less comfortably on a bedding display.

Before I could fully formulate a good John Cena fantasy and get down to business, I heard footsteps coming my way. I lowered the magazine and looked up. Kim and Tyler were coming toward me. I could only imagine what they were doing on this side of the store, and I considered that perhaps I was trespassing in one of their favorite trysting spots. Please, Jesus, I thought, let them get it on during every break.

Kim sidled up to the fake bed I was still lying on and perched like a cat on the edge and smiled at me. She was tall and thin, no longer at all young but still in fantastic shape. Rumor around the water cooler was that she had only recently given up her job as an exotic dancer because her teenage sons were embarrassed by their MILF mom. Seeing her in person, I could well believe it. “We’ve been lookin’ all over for you,” she purred, her voice deep and husky as she stretched out next to me. “Night shift gets so borin’, don’t you think, darlin’?”

I rose up on my elbows and looked at the two of them. “Yeah,” Tyler added, “there’s sure not much to do on a break, is there?” Poor Tyler wasn’t the brightest bulb on the porch, but what he lacked in brains he made up for with his body. Barely nineteen and built like a brick shit-house, the scuttlebutt on Tyler was that he was supposed to go to college on a football scholarship, but one too many concussions forced him out of the sport. I could well believe that, too.

“We were so disappointed when you ran off earlier, ” Kim said. “We always like to leave the door open in case someone else wants to join in or watch us or…anything,” she hinted, running her perfectly manicured nails along my bare thigh. I shivered at the catlike softness of her touch. “I don’t know if Debbie told you or not, but we get pretty friendly here on the night shift. Heck, everyone’s real friendly,” she added. “If you wanted to, you could do it with someone new every night of the week. Everyone does it.” It never even occurred to me to try to stop her gentle caresses; they did feel really good and heck, everyone does it.

Tyler came over and sat on the other side of our makeshift bed. I could see his erection clearly through his Save-Mart jeans ($19.97, men’s wear). I wish I could say that I was embarrassed to admit that I was more than a little turned on by the idea of a threesome with them, but Kim was so fucking sexy and Tyler was hotter than any young stud I’d been lucky enough to ever get the chance to fuck.

Tyler started playing with a loose strand of my hair, twirling it around his fingers and pressing it to his lips. “What do you say, sexy?” he asked, leaning in to nibble on my earlobe. I felt his hot breath on my neck, and my pussy contracted in response. I leaned my head back and let him tease me with his lips, teeth and tongue. Kim paid court to my other ear, her butterfly-like kisses a striking counterpart to Tyler’s rougher but equally stimulating treatment.

She gently began teasing my tits through the thin fabric of my light summer blouse. She traced the outline of my bra under the soft, clingy cotton, her nails bringing my nipples into rock-hard points almost immediately. Tyler slid one hand up under my shirt and with a deft flick of his fingers undid the front clasp of my bra. Truly, his hand-eye coordination was football’s loss and Save-Mart’s gain. My breasts sprung free and he pinched and teased my nipples until they were burning and I was moaning with desire.

Kim slithered down the bed and slid a practiced hand up my short skirt. She teased my already damp pussy hair through the thin nylon of my panties. Her finger snaked inside the elastic and tickled the damp tangle of curls, causing me to squirm impatiently. Reaching up, she hooked the waistband of my panties with her fingers and I lifted my hips so that she could easily remove my underwear. Once that little impediment was gone, she gently spread my thighs and lowered her mouth to my waiting cunt. She ran her tongue from my clit to my asshole, mingling her saliva with my own wet juices. She fucked me with her tongue while Tyler pulled out his huge cock. He stood there stroking it as Kim brought me closer and closer to a climax. She had one finger in my ass and at least three in my cunt while she greedily sucked and licked my clit. I was writhing and moaning, not caring if anyone else in the store could hear.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I felt my pussy spasm as the orgasm hit. I cried out in pleasure as Kim licked every drop of juice from my dripping twat. Panting, I looked over at Tyler who was grinning and stroking his fat cock with abandon. Kim looked up, her face glistening with my cunt juice, and I motioned for her to switch places with me. I hadn’t tasted pussy in forever and a day and I couldn’t wait to return the favor. She lay flat on the bed and spread her long, limber legs wide. Her dress was short and her tiny g-string barely covered her shaved slit. I pulled the string aside and plunged my tongue into her dripping hole. I could taste the funky acidity of Tyler’s cum inside her, and she groaned appreciatively as I sucked her clean.

She pulled Tyler over to her so she could give him head. He eagerly presented his cock to her; she tilted her head back and took nearly the entire length of him in her mouth. As I enjoyed the sweet, musky woman-scent of her pussy, I watched Tyler fuck her mouth. Her soft, red lips swallowed every inch of him as his hairy balls banged off her chin. He was very encouraging, telling her, “That’s right, baby. You suck my cock real good.” I giggled into Kim’s creaming cunt.

Kim stopped sucking Tyler’s cock real good only long enough to declare that she needed to be fucked, so I got up and Tyler switched places with me, easily sinking his cock into her well-oiled snatch. I got behind Tyler where he was kneeling atop Kim and reached between his legs to fondle his balls. I ran my finger inside his hairy crack and tickled the brown whorl of his asshole. I gently spread his cheeks and lightly licked the sweet, funky spot. He groaned so I thrust my tongue past the barrier and slid my tongue into his ass as far as it would go. Tyler went wild. With every thrust he slammed his cock into Kim, while every time he pulled out he impaled himself on my tongue. I reached down and slid two fingers in Kim’s ass too, and they both began bucking wildly.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Travis shot his load. I could tell because he was screaming “Oh fuck, oh FUCK, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Kim was no less vocal when she achieved her release, emitting a high-pitched squeal that petered out only when they were both spent.

I fastened my bra, and when I bent down to find my panties in the dark, the blinding beam of a spotlight shone into my eyes. “I need to see you in my office,” the store manager said sternly, looking at me. He snapped the light off and walked away, his Save-Mart loafers squeaking on the waxed floor.

I looked at Kim and before I could say anything, she laughed.

“Don’t sweat it, sweetie,” she said, wiping her dripping cunt on the edge of the display bedding. “He’s not much to look at, but he’s got a huge dick and can eat ass like you would not believe.”

In the Stacks

23 Sunday Sep 2012

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In a cool, softly lit corner of the adult fiction section, Lauren slid a plastic-covered murder mystery into its spot, reading the shelf and adjusting a couple of misplaced volumes back into their proper order. She ran her hand along the fine grain of the antique oak shelf as she crossed to the window and leaned against the sill. Squinting against the summer sun that streamed in through the tall windows, she watched as a patron walked past the whitewashed clapboards of the Town Hall and crossed the flag-lined main street to the front walk of the library. Her crocheted cotton bag bulged with borrowed books, and Lauren smiled, her heart skipping a beat as she smoothed her skirt and stood. Alana’s visit was always a highlight of Lauren’s week, not just because it offered a respite in the long stretch of weekday afternoon quiet, but because seeing Alana would have been a highlight under any circumstance.

The heavy door swung open and Alana came in, dropping her heavy books on the circulation desk with a dull thud. “Man,” she said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, “It got hot out there today. I’m sweating like a whore in church.” She looked at Lauren in her simple skirt and light summer sweater, “Damn it, woman, how is it you always manage to look all elegant and put together and shit and I always look like an unmade bed?” Lauren felt her nipples harden as Alana appraised her form. “I like the outfit,” she said, smiling. “You got the whole ‘sexy librarian’ thing working for you today.”

Lauren felt a warmth spread from inside her blossom on her cheeks. The way Alana looked at her made her feel both unsettled and aroused. She had an intensity that Lauren was drawn to, yet at the same time she found it a little intimidating, and truth be told, frightening. She knew Alana had no qualms about sleeping with women. She knew Alana had no qualms about sleeping with anyone, in fact, since she was currently dating both her male yoga instructor and her the woman who was the promoter of her indie band.

It was that intensity that drew her, and the unrestrained and unabashed way Alana flirted with her. Lauren had never been attracted sexually to another woman before, but always felt like it was only because in her conservative upbringing in small town New England she may have missed the memo that it was okay to want to kiss a girl. Because she did want to. And badly.

In the back of her mind she still felt like she might be playing with fire, but as Alana moved around the small library checking out the new arrivals and poking through the new magazines, Lauren decided she liked the warmth.

“Oh, come on,” Lauren countered, “you know you’re gorgeous. And you always look great. Even on a day like today you look cool and comfortable.” Lauren loved the way Alana’s long violet skirt flowed and swirled around her bare legs and how the small silver ghunghru bells tied around her ankle tinkled as she walked. Her sleeveless shirt was hand painted and low cut in the front and Lauren could see the fine sheen of perspiration on her sun-kissed cleavage. It was obvious that she’d decided to forego a bra for the day, opting instead to let her large breasts bounce freely under her light top. Her long, shiny hair was caught up off her neck in a loose twist and secured with a couple of carved hair sticks and the fine, curly tendrils that escaped stuck to her damp skin and Lauren swallowed hard, wondering what it would be like to kiss her there. She was standing close enough to touch her, to smell the subtle aroma of nag champa and warm, moist places.

As she pressed her lips to the soft nape of her neck, she felt Alana’s breath catch in her throat. Her skin was salty and warm and she felt goosebumps rise under her gentle touch. Alana exhaled softly, and Lauren heard the copy of Yoga Weekly she’d been thumbing through thud clumsily against the magazine rack and flutter to the floor. Feeling bolder, she slipped her hands over Alana’s hips, wrapping around her and pulling her closer.

Alana’s hands were on hers, warm and dry, halting their movement, but not pulling away. “Not that it’s unwelcome,” Alana said, tipping her head back and arching her long neck, “but this is kind of a surprise.”

Lauren smiled nervously. “I know. I’m sorry,” she said, pulling away, but Alana held firm to her hands.

“Are you?” she said, turning and sliding a hand around Lauren’s waist. Alana’s fingertips brushed lightly over the curve of her ass pulling her close until their bodies were touching and their faces were mere inches apart. Lauren shuddered, goosebumps rising on her arms.

“No,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not.”

“Good,” Alana said. “Neither am I.” Lauren felt her knees go weak as Alana kissed her. Her lips were soft and inviting, not insistent, but offering, and Lauren accepted, tentatively at first, and then with increasing desire as any hesitation she may have harbored fell away.

Alana’s hands were twined in her hair, pulling her closer still, devouring her. Lauren leaned back and found herself pressed against the long, oak reading table. She leaned on it, reaching for Alana and feeling her large, natural breasts through the thin cotton of her top. In the dim, lusty recesses of her mind, she felt a fleeting recognition that it was right, that the curves of a woman felt natural in her hands, and as the cognizant thought slipped away, she cupped the soft globes and sought Alana’s hard nipples through the fabric.

Alana moaned and pulled her lips away from Lauren’s. “Damn, girl,” she panted. “You’re killing me. I’m ready to take you right here in the public library.”

Lauren looked at her watch and smiled. “Hold that thought.” She crossed quickly to the front door and turned the heavy brass bolt and snapped off the banks of lights. “Now we’re closed,” she said, crossing back to where Alana leaned against one of the heavy shelves. “It’s a tad early, but no one will probably be in anyway. It’s too nice out and on a day like this…”

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alana’s mouth on hers, more insistent this time, with an intensity that took Lauren’s breath away. Again, she found herself against the big table, leaning back on her hands. Deftly, Alana worked the small buttons on her cardigan, popping them open quickly and letting it fall open. Her breasts were heaving with desire and she could see her own nipples large and hard through the thin lace bra. Alana ran her hands over the hard brown points so clearly visible under the white lace and pinched them lightly, making Lauren moan anew.

Alana pulled the cups down and let Lauren’s small, perky breasts spring free. She leaned down and took one of the quivering nipples in her mouth and sucked it, smiling as Lauren gasped at the sudden, swift pleasure of it. She could feel Alana’s hands on her thighs, seeking the hem of her skirt and gathering it in her hands, pulling it up and exposing the tops of her stockings.

When Alana’s hand made contact with the garter clasp that held her stockings up, she looked up so suddenly that Lauren’s nipple popped out of her mouth with a jiggle and a bounce. “Oh, this is amazing,” Alana said, sliding Lauren’s skirt up around her waist. The white satin and lace of her garter belt lay against her tanned skin in high relief, and the lace of her panties was already visibly moist between the soft curves of her thighs.

“It’s…well, more practical in summer,” Lauren started to explain, but Alana’s fingers pressed against the crotch of her panties made the rest of her thought go out of her head. She spread her legs, letting Alana touch her through the lace, leaning back as Alana’s mouth again found her nipples and drew on them with long, hard sucks. Alana tugged the panties, pulling them up between her lips and rubbing them against her hard clit.

She kissed a trail down Lauren’s midriff, past her flat, tanned tummy and the bunched up fabric of her skirt. Swiftly, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and pressed her face into Lauren’s neatly trimmed nest of dark curls. Lauren moaned and lay back on the table, sliding back and raising her knees, allowing her legs to fall apart as Alana’s tongue plunged inside her.

Lauren could feel her own juices flowing as Alana worked her tongue over and inside every inch of her aching cunt. She moaned as two fingers filled her, sliding in and out while Alana wrapped her lips around her hard clit and sucked the hard little pearl, making her writhe and squirm atop the hard table top. She could feel the knot that had been building and tightening inside her begin to unravel, even as in the distance she could hear kids’ voices shouting from the outside, laughing as they crossed the town green to enter the library through the downstairs children’s room.

She knew she should push Alana away, make her stop, but it was too late, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as her powerful orgasm spilled out of her, washing through her pussy and making her whole body buck and shudder. She tried to sit up, to grab her sweater and cover herself, but Alana wasn’t stopping, and wave after wave of pleasure continued to course through her. She was laughing and panting, begging Alana to stop in a low, frantic voice as she heard the sleigh bells jangle against the heavy back door and the sound of kids’ voices being hushed as they entered the cool silence of the library.

Alana stood quickly, raising the hem of her skirt and wiping her mouth while Alana pulled her own skirt back into place and re-did the buttons of her sweater with shaking hands. Alana brushed a stray lock of hair out of Lauren’s eyes and kissed her, letting Lauren taste her own muskiness. Lauren sighed and reluctantly let Alana slip away, trying to compose her face into a some semblance of professionalism as the children’s feet clamored up the stairs. She snapped on the lights and unlocked the door and while Alana thumbed through the yoga magazine she’d picked up from where she dropped it, she settled herself behind the circulation desk and began checking in books.

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From “Once In a Blue Moon”

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Cleanup in Aisle Three

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