Archive for May, 2010

Happy Birthday So Wrong!

Celebrating an entire year of literary perversion for literate perverts!  Thanks to everyone who has stopped by and read my stories, and especially those who have taken the time to comment or email me!  I’m looking forward to another great year of productive and rewarding pornographica!  Read and Enjoy!

(special bonus excerpt)

from ‘Ewe Too Billy?’

All the other shepherds laughed and laughed when Billy emerged from behind the bushes with Maybelle.   But Billy only smiled.  He knew what the others didn’t, that the cutest sheep wasn’t necessarily the best lay.  Maybelle ‘Baaed’ contentedly and waved her fluffy tail, revealing moist treasures beneath the wool.  Billy felt his cock begin to harden inside his trousers all over again…

Maybelle contentedly chewed on a tuft of grass and savored the wet, tingly feeling in her hind quarters.  She placidly ignored the derisive ‘Baas’ of the rest of the flock.  She knew something they didn’t: that the cutest shepherd with the biggest dick wasn’t necessarily the best fuck.  Pretty soon, she thought, she’d have Billy trained up right…

(to be continued….)


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I always hated flying.  It always seemed deeply, fundamentally wrong to me that something as big and heavy as a jetliner could fly through something as thin and insubstantial as the air.  I was never able to relax on a plane.  I was always waiting for the fatal flaw in the engineering to reveal itself, for gravity to take over, to plunge screaming from on high, to die in an orange fireball.

It wasn’t just the flying either, it was the process: the long lines at the airport, the security checkpoints, the inevitable delays, the rude airline employees, the cramped and crowded cabin.  All these things gave me stress and conspired to keep me safely on the ground.  So it took all of my mother’s powers of guilt and persuasion to convince me to fly out to Seattle for a summer visit.

I showed up at LaGuardia plenty early, sailed through check-in and security, located my gate.  Then I had some time to kill.  Unfortunately the bars weren’t open yet, but I got myself some breakfast and worked on the New York Times crossword puzzle.

An hour later, my flight was still on time.  Boarding went pretty smoothly, and with only minor butterflies in my stomach, I planted myself in my seat, a window near the back of the plane.  A fat, middle-aged businessman was sitting on the aisle.  He courteously got up to let me in.  I could only hope he’d be as obliging two or three hours later when I had to get up and pee.

As the plane filled up, I started to be cautiously optimistic that the middle seat next to me might stay empty.  I almost didn’t dare form the thought in my head, lest I jinx myself.

Sure enough, just before they closed the cabin door and pushed back, one last passenger came hustling up the center aisle, toting an overstuffed backpack and heading inexorably toward the only empty seat I could see in the airplane… the one next to me.

At least he was cute, I thought as he squeezed past the big guy on the aisle and stuffed his backpack underneath the seat in front of him.  He was a skinny white guy, a little young for me, but cute nonetheless, with big hands, disheveled nearly black hair, a long angular face, and a crescent-shaped scar about the size of a nickel just below the hairline of his high forehead.  He apologized for jostling me, and I gave him a quick friendly smile.  I felt bad for the guy; I personally hate sitting in the center seat, and he was pressed up against the overweight businessman who was spilling over the armrests.

The aircraft pushed back from the gate and we got in line to take off.  As always it seemed to take way too long.  I smelled jet fuel and wondered if that were normal.  It was too hot in the cabin.  I started to sweat.  Finally, after about six hours of idling on the runway, the captain announced that we were next in line for take-off.  The big engines spooled up to an impossible roar, I was pressed back into my seat, the nose of the plane seemed to take way too long to raise up and, as usual, I had a rush of panic that this time it wasn’t going to work, that the pilot had forgotten some crucial item on his checklist, that we were going to roll on past the end of the runway, tumble end-over-end, break apart, and die screaming, trapped in a canister of crushed flaming aluminum.

As usual, the plane lifted off from the tarmac, and the landing gear stowed with a clunk, and we climbed steeply up and out of New York.  If I craned my neck, I could catch a glimpse of my apartment building for just an instant before we penetrated the low clouds and were gone.

The plane leveled out, and I allowed myself to unclench a tiny bit.  The beverage cart made it’s way down the center aisle.  Soft drinks were still free, though everything else had a price tag on it.  I had a ginger ale and an $8 tuna sandwich.  The cute white guy next to me had brought his own: it looked to be turkey on a roll.

I could tell that his personal space was getting over run by the bulk of the guy sitting next to him, so I raised up my armrest to give him a little more room.  He gave me a grateful smile.  Definitely cute.  Definitely too young for me.  College boy?

We chatted a little bit.  I told him my name.  He told me his was Ian.  He was headed west for the same reason as me  –family–  but he had to change planes at SeaTac and hop a little puddle-jumper over to Spokane.

I asked him how long he was staying.  “A week or so,” he told me, “I’m flying standby.”

My mom had used guilt as a blunt instrument and bludgeoned me into staying in Seattle two full weeks.

We settled down for a long boring flight across America.  Out the window there was nothing to see but flat grey clouds.  I reclined my seat and plugged into my iPod, trying to relax and hoping that the rest of the flight would pass quickly and uneventfully.

The fat guy on the aisle started to snore.  I could hear his wheezing over the sound of the jet engines, over the music in my ear buds.  I suddenly became acutely aware that the cute guy next to me had his leg pressed up against my own thigh.  I risked a glance over at him; he seemed to be engrossed in a Kerouac novel.

I felt that familiar, maddeningly insatiable tingling sensation between my legs.  What the hell?  I took a chance, and pressed back, my black cotton pants against his blue denim.

He pressed back against me, a little harder.  My nipples stiffened inside my bra.  Downstairs, things would already be getting moist and slippery.

Very tentatively, he let the fingertips of his right hand brush across the top of my thigh.  When I raised no objections, he laid his big hand down just above my knee, squeezing my legs muscles.

He was still holding the Kerouac novel in his left hand, to all appearance engrossed in his reading.  I slid back in my seat, closing my eyes and letting my legs part as much as was decently possible in the confined space.

Up and down my thigh his fingers constantly traveled; now soft as feathers, now strong as iron bars.  He traced his way from my waist to my kneecap and back again, sometimes briefly exploring the softer territory of my inner thigh, never stopping, never staying in one place very long.  This seemed to go on for hours.  My clit felt like it was the size of a basketball, and I had surely soaked through my panties and was wetting the seat underneath me.  I was having a very hard time not moaning and whimpering aloud.

Somewhere over Montana, I could take no more.  The guy in the aisle seat was still snoring rhythmically, and only an occasional person made their way past us to the bathroom.  I stopped his roaming hand with a press and a squeeze, piled my fleece jacket onto my lap, and lowered the meal tray to provide at least some modicum of a screen from passing eyes.  Then, as casually as possible, I unsnapped and unzipped my pants, and skootched them halfway down my legs.  My panties were crawling up my ass, and I wanted them off in a bad way, but I couldn’t think of a discrete way to pull them down.

He finally put down his book and leaned over toward me.  I thought he was going to whisper something to me, but he just traced the outside of my ear with the tip of his tongue, and bit down on my earlobe, hard.  I felt his eyes on my tits, and I really wanted to pull my shirt off over my head, unsnap my bra, and feel his mouth on my nipples, his tongue exploring, his lips sucking, his teeth nibbling and pulling… but of course I couldn’t.

Bolder now, his hand found it’s way under the piled-up green fleece on my lap, and wormed it’s way down the front of my panties.  I was absolutely soaking wet.  When his probing middle finger finally found my hyper-excited sex, I arched my back and let out a subsonic moan, and, forgetting all about modesty and decorum, I lifted my ass and spread my legs as wide apart as humanly possible in the confined space, one knee crammed up against the bulkhead, the other practically in his lap.

He penetrated me with that long finger, and it was nearly enough to set me off all by itself.  He withdrew his hand and presented it to me for my inspection.  It was thoroughly coated in my come.  With a very naughty smirk, he licked the finger clean, and then slid it back down my panties where it belonged.

Across western Montana, Idaho, and most of eastern Washington, he finger fucked my drooling pussy.  It was exquisite torture.  My hungry cunt gobbled up his finger and wanted more.  He was tormenting me on purpose, slowly sliding his finger in and out, never quite enough to push me over the edge.  I was pretty sure I’d never been so wet in my entire life.  I thought I might just die of pleasure.

I felt the plane shift and turn as air traffic control started to vector us down into SeaTac.  Soon the stewardesses would be coming through, checking seatbacks and tray tables in the upright and locked position.  I felt a wave of horny desperation.  It was now or never.  I reached down between my legs, knocking the green fleece onto the floor, and grabbed his hand by the wrist, guiding him.

With his long middle finger deep inside my cunt, I held on to his wrist and violently, spasmodically ground the flat of his hand against my screaming, distended clit.  I felt another finger slip inside me, stretching my pussy, and another fingertip brush against my asshole.  Grinding his big strong hand into my clitoris, the orgasm racked my body, over and over, waves of pent-up pleasure and glorious release, leaving me shaking and breathless.

When I was finally done coming, I quickly pulled up my pants and tidied myself up as much as possible.  I had bit down on my own arm when I came, leaving a neat set of teeth-shaped bruises that Mom would force me to come up with some explanation for that she wouldn’t believe.

The seatbelts light had come on, and the plane was losing altitude fast, but I was still in a happy daze.  I looked longingly at the very promising lump in the front of his jeans, but there was no time, no time.  The stewardesses were already coming down the aisle, checking all the passengers, and our rotund neighbor had finally woken up.

Landing is usually the worst part for me.  This time, my sweaty fingers entwined in his sticky ones, I barely even noticed the final approach and the thunk as the wheels touched down.

The flight was a little late from waiting so long on the tarmac at LaGuardia, so when we got to the gate, they let the passengers with connecting flights off first.

Getting off the plane, one of the stewardesses, a blonde lady with leathery skin, grinned at me and winked lasciviously.  I blushed guiltily.

I had hoped that he’d waited, that I could drag him off into some semi-private corner of the airport and give him a really quick but world-class blowjob; but he was nowhere to be seen.  I headed down toward the luggage carousels, kicking myself for not getting his phone number and dreading two weeks in close proximity to my family.  I was already looking forward to the return flight.


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It is a hot August night in New York City. It is very late. I am in a nameless bar on the lower east side, riding high on shrooms and cheap red wine. The bar is crowded and very noisy. I can’t hear myself think, and that is the way I want it.  I once again have the urge, in a very strong way.

I make my way through the crowd to the back of the room where a stairwell leads down to the bathrooms. Closing the door behind me, the stairway seems to extend downwards toward infinity, a black hole receding into the abyss. If I ever make it to the bottom, there is no way I will ever be able to climb back up.

I reach the bottom and go into the women’s room. A flickering fluorescent fucks with my already blurry vision. The walls are covered with hastily scrawled graffiti. The trash can is overflowing with used paper towels, plastic beer cups and tampon applicators. There are three toilets; no stalls or dividers between them. One of them is broken. It looks like it was attacked with a baseball bat. There are shards of broken porcelain and puddles of standing water on the floor.

A woman is sitting on one of the toilets. She is beautiful, tall and slender with shoulder-length blonde hair and glasses. She is at least ten years older than me. She is wearing a short black skirt and an old Ramones t-shirt. Her black panties are at her ankles, just above her red cowboy boots.

Our eyes meet. She seems to smile, and kicks off her panties. She nods, as if giving me permission.

I am on my knees between her thighs, her skirt hiked up around her waist. The word “DYKE” is tattooed in gothic capital letters across her bare pubic mound. She tastes tangy, a combination of sweat, urine, and sex. She is spreading her labia for me. She is getting excited. Her pink clit is poking out from its little hood. I start licking, slurping up and down her spread cunt. She wants me to concentrate on her clit. She is pulling my hair, hard. It should hurt, but I am only vaguely aware of the sensation.

She has lifted up her t-shirt, and pulled her bra down. She is playing with her nipples as I eat her, pinching, pulling and twisting them.

I am aware that another woman has entered the bathroom. I feel, rather than see, the look of surprise and shock, then curiosity and amusement crossing her face.

“You Want Some?” asks the woman who I am eating out. Her voice sounds oddly distorted. “She’s Really Good At It.”

“No thanks” the other woman says “I just need to pee.” I sneak a look at her. My impression is that she is fat, has red hair and is wearing blue jeans. I go back to work, slathering my tongue up and down the blonde woman’s pussy, occasionally circling her clit, but never concentrating on it, never staying, letting the tension and the frustration build..

The other woman sits down on the commode next to us. I can hear her pissing. The stream stops, and after a moment, she flushes. She slaps my pantied ass on the way out, hard. She tweaks my puffy outer lips through my panties, and laughs as I jump. “Have Fun You Two” she says, and leaves.

My blonde raises one leg, stretching it almost up to her ear. Her little brown asshole is exposed, puckered and tight. I attack it ravenously with my tongue, licking all around and into it. Her ass taste is earthy and musky. Her anus opens to swallow my probing tongue. She sighs “Yes, oh yes” I feel like my tongue is burrowing yards into her anus, like some long perverted snake. She is rubbing her clit as I rim her.

I want to make her come. I return my mouth to her pussy, nosing aside her busy fingers. I suck, lick, and gently nibble her clit. She is pulling me into her now, fiercely. I can’t breath, but I don’t care. I am probing her wet asshole with one finger, banging her pussy with my thumb as I lick her clit. I can’t go on much longer, I’ll pass out.

She comes with the violence of a summer thunderstorm. Silently, she spasms again and again, grinding my face into her cunt, squeezing me between her thighs. I can feel her pussy and asshole grasping me, drawing me inside. Gasping for air, I stay with her until she is done, struggling to keep my tongue on the hot button of her clit.  I can hear her breath coming in ragged gasps as she peaks, recedes, and peaks again.
She is gone. Her wetness is all over my face, and in my hair. My knees hurt from kneeling on the cold, wet tile. I have cut one knee on a sharp piece of broken toilet. The blood runs freely. I remember the original reason that I came down here, and realize that I have wet myself. The dampness on my thigh is my own urine.

The mushrooms are wearing off, the wine is making me sleepy. It is time to go home. I throw my ruined panties into the overflowing trash can, clean up as best as I can, and make my way back up to the street. I hail a cab, and manage to make it back to my own bed before I pass out.

I ask a boy that I have been dating to piss in my mouth after I give him a blowjob. He agrees to do it, but his bladder is shy, and he can’t make himself go. Soon after that, he breaks up with me.

A year later, I am riding the train, and I notice a woman looking at me. I think she is checking me out. She is tall and blonde, and wears a business suit. She looks familiar, but I don’t think I know her. As she is getting off the train, our eyes meet, and she licks her lips and blows me a kiss. I spend the rest of the day thinking about her, with moist panties and tender, swollen clit.  I can hardly wait to get home.


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The Deep End


I was a bit of a young prodigy.  In some ways I was quite advanced for my age.  In other ways I was really immature.  Overnight it seemed like all the girls in my class had grown breasts and gotten interested in dating boys.  I was more interested in math, physics, and to a lesser extent, chess.  If I thought about my pussy at all, it was an annoyance; it had developed a habit of bleeding once a month.  As far as sex was concerned, I really couldn’t see what all the fuss was about.

One night, after having spent most of the evening working until my brain hurt on a proof involving the construction of a regular pentagon inscribed in a circle, I happened to pick up a book that my sister Valerie had left lying under the couch.  It was one of those cheesy paperbacks that she liked to read.  The cover featured a lurid picture of a frightened-looking blonde girl with enormous breasts and a very short skirt surrounded by leering thugs in leather jackets.  I couldn’t imagine what my prim and proper older sister got out of reading this kind of tripe.

Flipping through the pages, I quickly realized that the subject matter wasn’t simply lurid; it was downright pornographic.  The plot seemed to tell the story of a sweet innocent girl who was kidnapped by a biker gang and subjected to indignity after indignity.  Before I even looked at the clock, an hour and a half had passed, and I was halfway through the book.
While I was reading, I found myself been absently touching myself between my legs.  At some point I realized that I was starting to get seriously turned on. The sex scenes were affecting me in a way that nothing ever had before.  And while the bikers and their sweaty hard cocks certainly got me going, especially when they took their pleasure in violating the poor girl’s ass, what really did it for me (though it would be a long time before I would admit it, even to myself) was the obligatory lesbian scene where two captive girls did things to each other.  Things I had never before even bothered to imagine.

Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. I had a habit of playing with my pussy before I went to sleep; it was relaxing and felt kind of nice. This was a whole different ball game.  I was super-sensitive down there, and the sensations were amazing! My entire being seemed centered between my legs.  I could tell that my cunt had gotten really juicy and slurpy. My clitoris seemed to have swollen until it was the size of a marble. I couldn’t stop; I didn’t want to stop. I rubbed and rubbed until waves of pleasure washed all over me like surf at the seashore. So that was orgasm, huh?! No wonder everyone seemed to obsess out them so much… it was the best feeling ever. I knew right away that I had struck gold.  I immediately set out to have more.

From then on I masturbated every day. Occasionally I would get myself off multiple times in a day. I would give myself an orgasm or two before I went to sleep. Sometimes I sneakily borrowed Valerie’s trashy paperbacks (they were all roughly the same idea: Young British Lady Gets Abducted By Pirates; Dreamy American Tourist Girl Is Captured By Arabs; Innocent School Girl Falls In With Drug-Crazed Hippies; but none were as good as the first one I had stumbled upon). More often I just used my imagination.  I thought about sex a lot. I was very curious. Mom had, of course, explained the mechanics of reproduction and the female body to me when I had first started getting my period. She was a nurse, and had given me a very thorough clinical explanation of sexuality. That was fine, as far as it went; I certainly didn’t want to end up pregnant; but I desperately wanted to know about the good stuff.

I wasn’t very interested in the boys at school, and frankly they didn’t seem very interested in me either. I was kind of a freak. In my experience, nothing scares off the guys like a smart girl.  I wasn’t exactly a boy magnet.

My friend Aya lived up the block. We were the same age, and we had been best friends since junior high. Aya was half Caucasian and half Vietnamese, and still had the body of a little girl. She was short and had curly black hair, and a flatter chest than me. From behind, you might have thought you were looking at a twelve year old boy. Puberty seemed to have completely passed her over. We had never really talked much about sex, but one evening she called over to our house. “Lilly, come over here! I found something I’ve just got to show you!”

Aya had found a stack of old pornographic magazines from the ‘70s and ‘80s in a box in her attic, and we looked through one of them that evening while her mom and dad were out. I had never seen this kind of stuff before.  So when we leafed through the glossy pages, I giggled and said “Ewww gross!” the way I thought she expected me to, though secretly I found it weirdly hot. I really liked looking at the pictures of these naked women exposing themselves so blatantly.  Even though they had big, hair-sprayed hair and they all wore too much make up, I thought they were all incredibly sexy in a way I couldn’t imagine I ever would be.  I was jealous of their curvy, skinny, airbrushed bodies, their big round tits and perfect asses, and their fluffy, furry pussies. There was even a spread of two girls doing it to each other!  The girls on the black leather couch didn’t quiiiite touch each other, but they came really close, with extended tongues and scary red fingernails. In it’s own way, this was even better than Val’s nasty books.  By the time I went home, I was super turned on, all sensitive and juicy, and I couldn’t wait to run up to my bedroom and play with my clitty. Maybe I could get Aya to loan me one of the magazines. Or maybe, just maybe, Aya would want to act out some of the pictures we had seen.

I hadn’t expected anyone to be home at our house. Mom worked nights at the hospital, and Valerie was supposed to be out on a date. Valerie was 21 and she had a steady boyfriend, but she was a “good girl” and had told me before that sex was painful and gross, something that women were obligated to do for their husbands. Me, I had other ideas. I didn’t think that sex was gross at all.  I wasn’t scared.  I was obsessed, full of the burning zeal of the converted, a prude no longer.

There was a car parked in our driveway that I didn’t recognize, a beige beat-up Mazda that I suspected belonged to Valerie’s boyfriend, but all the lights in the house were off. I quietly let myself in and locked the door after me. I was about to head upstairs to my bedroom when a noise in the living room stopped me in my tracks.

Hardly daring to breathe, I tiptoed up the hallway and peeked in. There on the sofa was my saintly-ass sister and her boyfriend, Dave.

Dave was in his early or mid-twenties, tall and slim, with thick rimmed glasses and big ears and unruly hair. I had seen him before, and I thought he was really hot. I don’t think he had ever really noticed me before; he probably thought I was just a kid.

Dave and Val were on the couch, making out. They were kissing deeply, with open mouths, and Valerie’s shirt was open, her bra unsnapped, and her glorious big boobs were totally exposed. Dave was playing with her tits as they kissed, and she seemed to be encouraging him. Her nipples were erect, stiff and red and the size of gumdrops. I had always wished that I could have boobs like hers. From where I was standing in the dark hall, I could see the bulge in the front of Daves pants where his penis was straining to get out.

‘I SO wish I was Valerie right now’ I thought to myself. I was rubbing myself through my own pants ‘I would be all over that action!’

As I watched, Valerie’s skirt seemed to ride up all by itself. I saw her white panties, stretched tight over her pussy. Her legs seemed to spread as Daves’ hand found its way down there, petting her through her underwear. I was creaming in my pants.

Suddenly Valerie stopped him. “That’s enough!” she said in a voice that left no room for argument. I couldn’t believe it! Neither could Dave. He begged, reasoned, and pleaded, but her mind was made up. No more fooling around.

“Besides, my little sister could get home any minute. You don’t want her to catch us here like this do you?” My heart thumped in my chest.

“Could you at least give me a handjob?” Dave asked “I’m so turned on, I’m about to come in my pants.”

“No way!” Valerie made a face. She relented a little. “I understand that guys have… needs. If you really need to, you can masturbate in the bathroom.”

‘Masturbate in the bathroom?!’ I couldn’t believe what a prude my big sister was! And what a waste! What was this totally hot guy doing dating her? He could have any girl he wanted. If only I was the older sister…

It was a split-second decision. Quiet as a mouse, I slipped into the hall bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat.

Dave walked in a couple of heartbeats later. He flipped on the light and closed the door. Then he saw me.

“Lilly!” he hissed “What are you doing here? What did you see?”

“Ssh!” I whispered “We don’t have much time. I heard what Val said, and I felt bad for you. I’ll give you a handjob.”

“What? You’re too young!”

“Am not! I’m old enough.” I said, eyeing the bulge in his pants lustfully. “Come on, take it out, I’ll show you.”

Dave really wasn’t in any condition to argue. He unsnapped his jeans, dropping them around his ankles. His hard prick eagerly sprang out of his boxer shorts.

I was a little surprised at how big it was. All that was supposed to fit up inside your pussy? Still, it looked really nice. His cock was a thing of beauty, a throbbing, pulsing, obscenely sexy living sculpture.  I wrapped my hand around it. My fingers barely reached around its girth. It was scalding hot in my hand. He was rock hard and quivering. The mushroom shaped head was bright purple, and oozing clear liquid from his pee-hole. Tentatively I stroked it. I was surprised at how silky soft he was, despite being so hard. It felt really good to touch him. His balls were drawn up tight. ‘How weird’ I thought ‘To have so much stuff hanging out between your legs!’

“Hurry up!” he whispered “I don’t want Valerie to get suspicious.”

It didn’t take very long at all. I loved stroking his cock. It made me feel incredible; powerful and sexy. I mashed my thighs together as I jerked him off, squishing my swollen cunt-lips together. I squeezed his penis hard and moved my hand as fast as I could. Suddenly it happened. He half moaned, half growled, and his entire body went rigid as he squirted glob after glob of pearly white juice out of the end of his penis.

“Don’t stop” he whispered as I milked his softening prick. More and more leaked out. Of course I knew that sperm came out of a guys penis, but I had never imagined that it would be so much, or so forceful. How cool! It had gone everywhere; onto the wall, onto the toilet, on the floor, on my hand. I tasted a little. Not bad, a little salty.

“Dave, are you done yet?” Valerie was just outside the bathroom.

He kissed me softly on my head. “I’m just cleaning up. I’ll be out in a sec!”

“Hurry up!” my sister said from out in the hall “I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”

Dave and I hurriedly mopped up his semen with toilet paper and flushed the evidence down the toilet. He kissed me again, on the forehead. Then I hid behind the shower curtain.

I heard Valerie sit down and pee. I expected her to flush and leave, so that I could make my escape up to my bedroom. Instead, Valerie stayed sitting on the commode. I heard little squishing noises, heard her breath change and become more rapid, and I knew that she was masturbating. I never would have imagined that she did it; she was such a good girl. Well, I had just given her boyfriend a handjob. I suppressed a giggle.


I gave myself three or four orgasms that night, and more over the next couple days as I replayed the memories of Dave and his big sexy dick. I was hungry for more.

“Are you going out with Dave tonight?”

“Yeah” Valerie answered absently “We’re going to see a movie. Why?”

“Could you get him to drive me over to my friends’ house? Her mom said she’d drive me back home? Please?”

It took a little begging and wheedling, but Valerie agreed to ask Dave for me. Dave didn’t seem to mind too much.

“Where does your friend live?” he asked as we drove down the block. The car was humming with sexual tension. I was wearing my pink party dress, which was a couple years old and a little small on me. It rode halfway up my thigh. I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Right there” I replied, pointing back at Aya’s house. “Keep on driving.”

“Listen” Dave said “About the other night…”

“Did I do a good job?” I asked.

“Yeah” he said “Yes you did, but…”

I could see the bulge that had formed in the crotch of his jeans. I could tell he was at least as horny as I was. “I want to do it again” I said “I want you to teach me all about sex.”

“We shouldn’t. I’m too old for you.  You’re too young.  It wouldn’t be right. I’m dating your sister.” he added almost as an afterthought. “We can’t have sex, Lilly.”

“But we could do the other stuff” I persisted. I was a little disappointed; I was really looking forward to losing my cherry to him. But I wasn’t going to give up that easily. “Like you could teach me how to give a blowjob.”

He pulled up into a driveway, and used a remote controller to open the garage door, which closed after us. We were alone in the dark.

“This is my place.” He said “Don’t worry, my roommate isn’t home. We don’t have much time though. Valerie thinks I’m just dropping you off.”

“Kiss me.” I said. He hesitated. “I’m not in love with you or anything. Just kiss me, please.”

We kissed for a while, and I thought it was really nice. I liked having his lips pressed against mine, his tongue in my mouth. I was starting to get highly turned on. But he was right; we really didn’t have much time. I would have to figure out a way for us to have some private time together. Meanwhile I wanted to use our time to the best advantage.

I broke off the kiss. “Would you like me to suck your dick?”

His penis could have answered for him: it was practically bursting the zipper of his jeans. “Only if you want to.” he said.

Oh boy did I ever! Some of the girls at school talked about blowjobs like they were something gross; something that girls had to do in exchange for dinner and a movie. Not me. I thought it was super-sexy, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on his thing.

He unzipped his jeans, letting his penis out. It was just as big as I remembered, if not bigger. (Looking back, I realize that he was about average size, maybe a little bigger. At the time though, his tool seemed the size of my forearm.) I didn’t know how I was going to get that thing in my mouth, never mind my pussy.

“Just start by licking it” he said “Like a popsicle.”

I lowered my head to his lap, stuck out my tongue, and licked the length of his shaft. He groaned as my tongue reached the sensitive purple head. I tasted the clear liquid that was oozing out of the end. It was sweet and sticky. I was hooked.

So was he, apparently. We took it kind of slow, with him stroking while I licked and (very gently) played with his testicles. As we got into it, and we both got more and more excited, I took the end of his penis in my mouth. I could only get about half of it in, and it filled up my entire mouth. It felt incredible. It was a little bit scary, having that huge living thrusting thing in my mouth like that. I was afraid I might choke, or accidentally bite him. Mostly though, it was just fun and sexy.

I felt his hand on my inner thigh, snaking up under my dress. As I kept sucking, I wriggled around to give him better access. His exploring fingers found my vagina. I reached down and helped him find my clit, which was all swollen and revved-up and sensitive.

Dave rubbing me was even better than me touching myself. He kept his fingers nice and slippery from my oozing vagina, and diddled my button until I thought I had died and gone to heaven. If this was what sex was about, I was all over it!

Dave’s thrusting in my mouth was becoming more insistent as he fingered me. I concentrated (as best I could while his fingers drove me crazy) on sucking him as hard as I could.

“I’m going to come!” I knew what that meant. I wanted to make him do it into my mouth. His fingers momentarily stopped working their magic as his whole body went rigid and his ass lifted up off the drivers’ seat. Suddenly, he was squirting hot, salty, sticky boy-come into my mouth. I swallowed and kept sucking. It wasn’t nearly as much stuff as the other day, but it still felt like a lot. I swallowed all of it. I liked that he was really inside me now.

His fingers started up again as his shrinking wet dick plopped out of my tired mouth. My own body shook as his rubbing sent me over into orgasm. It didn’t stop, it just kept going and going like a wild roller-coaster ride. I thought I was going to pass out as I ground my sticky pussy onto his hand.

At last it was over. I licked his finger off, and we put our clothes back together. I felt like I was floating. We kissed again, like friends this time.

He drove me back to Aya’s house, which was just three houses down the block from my house. On the way, Dave told me that he’d never done that before.

“What?” I asked “Gotten a blowjob or played with a girl’s pussy?”

“Neither one.” he said “Your sister is the only girl I’ve ever seriously dated, and… well you know.”

I was amazed. Dave was 24, worked with computers at an office, and was gorgeous. “Have fun at the movies” I said as he dropped me off in front of Aya’s place “Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky tonight.”


I had dinner with Aya and her mom and dad. It was hard not to tell her what I had just done. She was my best friend. But it was my secret. I thought about how bad my sister would feel if she ever found out, and I resolved never to tell.

After dinner, while her parents watched a movie downstairs, Aya and I hung out in her room. She got a magazine out from under her bed. We leafed through it, giggling at the pictures and softly reading the stories aloud. I was thinking about the things I had just done with Dave, and getting excited all over again.

Finally I had to ask her. “Aya, do you ever, you know, masturbate?”

She burst out laughing. “Yes! All the time! I was afraid you would think I was a pervert or something!” We both laughed and laughed with relief.

“Do you want to do it?” I asked when we had stopped laughing. “Now?”


I nodded.


We silently stripped out of our clothes and lay down, completely naked on her bed. We held hands as we started rubbing.

“How often do you do it?” she asked me.

“Basically every day.” I answered “Sometimes more than once.”

“Me too.” she replied.

We started out lying side by side, but after a little while, we moved so that we were sitting on the bed facing each other. That way we could watch. Aya’s body was fascinating; all the same parts were there, but it was the differences that were interesting. She was a tiny little thing. Her boobs were smaller than mine, and her brown nipples stood straight out. She only had a thin triangle of black pubic hair, but her pussy lips were puffy and more prominent than mine. I could see her inner lips peeking out, glistening with moisture. I had never really looked at another girl naked before. I thought it was cool. I liked watching her play with herself. It turned me on.

“Oh Lilly” she half whispered “I’m going to come.”

“Me too” I replied.

She spread her legs even further apart, and slipped one finger up into her hole as her other finger stayed busy on her clit. I copied her actions, feeling her eyes on my splayed vagina. We came at almost the same time. It was incredible.

“That was so much fun!”

“I’m glad we did that.”

“I’m glad you’re my friend.”

After that, we got dressed, and I went home. Valerie wasn’t home yet. I went to bed and masturbated one more time. My pussy was tender and sore, but satisfied. What a day it had been!


That Saturday, Val and Dave were going to see a movie in the afternoon. Valerie asked if I wanted to come along

“Sis” I said, feeling guilty “I don’t have to come. I don’t want to screw up your date.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Valerie said “We’re just going to see a movie.”

I don’t even remember what the movie was about. I think it was a comedy. I sat next to Dave, and he sat next to Val. Hardly anyone else was in the theatre. Dave and Valerie held hands. I played with Daves penis through his pants. It felt naughty and exciting and super fun. He was so hard! I didn’t want to make him come in his jeans. I was just priming him for later. When Val got up to go to the bathroom, I stuck my hand down his pants, and gave his hot erection a squeeze. He took the opportunity to reach down between my legs, where I was already quite moist, teasing and petting my wet pussy through the frustratingly dense material of my pants.

“Try and play with her pussy!” I whispered in his ear. “I bet she lets you.”

When Valerie sat back down, Dave casually let his hand fall onto her lap. She didn’t seem to mind. As I surreptitiously watched, his hand slipped under her skirt. She still didn’t object. Her skirt rode up and up her thighs, which were now slightly parted.  At last I could see her white panties in the dark movie theatre.  Dave’s hand kept busy between her legs while I softly stroked his penis through the denim of his jeans.

After the movie, Valerie said she had homework to do. My bet was that she was going to go masturbate. I asked Dave if he would drop me off at my friends’ house. He said sure.

“Did you make her come?” I asked as soon as we were alone.

“I don’t know.” he said “I don’t think so.”

“I want to taste your finger” I giggled “Is that weird?”

“I don’t mind.” he said, extending his finger for me. I sucked on it, pretending it was his dick. I thought I could still taste my sisters’ pussy juice on it. I felt so horny I thought I was going to go crazy.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I don’t know. We’ve got all afternoon, but we can’t go back to my house. My roommate is there.”

“What about the park?”

“It’s a nice Saturday. Everybody will be there. But I do know a place we can go there. It’s kind of a long walk.”

We pulled into the state park. Dave was right; the parking lot was almost full. He took me along a hiking trail, deep into the woods. Abruptly, we left the trail, and made off into the forest.

This seemed private enough to me, although the ground was going to be a little scratchy. Dave pointed up ahead though. A finger of rock rose out of the ground, catching the sunlight. It was big as a house, and seemed totally unclimbable. I didn’t know what he was planning until he pointed out a place where the rock jutted out. Behind that was a hidden gully that led straight to the top.

The top was like a stone table, smooth and bare and warm and sunny. “I found this place when I was a kid.” Dave said “I don’t think anybody else knows about it. I’ve never shown anyone before.”

I was glad that Dave had shown me his secret place. It was really nice there. For a few minutes, we just sat together, enjoying it.

Dave lay down on his back, and I lay down on top of him. We kissed for a while. Then I sat up. “Take off your clothes” I said “I want to see you all the way naked.”

“I want to see you too.” He said as he stood up and started stripping. His body was beautiful, slender and pale, with just a hint of a beer-belly and a little treasure-trail leading up to his navel. I loved seeing him naked. He had the cutest tight butt. His penis hung thick and halfway hard between his legs. “Your turn.” he said.

I felt suddenly self-conscious, but I stood up and started taking off my clothes. I hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed in my body.

“You’re beautiful” he said, and from the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes, I could tell he meant it. I glowed.

“Did you like playing with Valerie while I played with you?” I asked “I thought it was really sexy.”

His dick swelled at the memory.

“What did her pussy feel like?”

“Like yours, but more hair.” He grinned.

“I think hairy pussies are nice.” I said “I wish I had big boobs like Valerie’s. Why do you think she’s so weird about sex?”

He frowned “I think she had a bad experience when she was younger. She doesn’t like to talk about it.”

I thought about that. It kind of made sense. She had never said anything about it to me, but she was always warning me about guys, and she seemed so anti-sex, even though she had this hot boyfriend. Who I wanted to fuck really bad, I thought guiltily.

“If Valerie ever has sex with you, will you still want to do things with me?” I asked.

“Yes” he answered “Sure I will.”

“Do you want to do things with me now?”

“Yeah I do.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

He looked at me. His dick was getting hard again. “We can’t do that.”

“You won’t get me pregnant. I have a condom in my jacket pocket.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I pouted a little.

“Lilly” he said “I’m dating your sister. I can’t fuck you.”

I guessed that was a line he couldn’t cross. I didn’t really understand the distinction, but I could hardly force him to fuck me. I figured I should be happy with what I had got.

“I’d like to eat your pussy.” he said “If you’ll let me.”

Of course I’d let him! He kissed his way down my neck, down my chest, nibbling on my small boobs and planting kisses all over my stomach until I was just frantic with lustful anticipation.  As soon as his mouth was between my legs, I was in heaven. His tongue was all over me, dancing around my pussy, eating me alive, tantalizing my engorged eager clit.

“Put a finger inside me!” I begged. I was still turned on from the action in the theatre, and I knew I wouldn’t last very long.

Gently, he complied. His finger felt huge invading the hole where only my small index finger had been before. For a second I was glad that he wasn’t going to fuck me. I didn’t know if he would be able to fit his penis in without ripping me in half! His finger was big enough! I gasped as he invaded me. It didn’t hurt though, and as my little pussy got used to it, it felt really good, especially when he started moving it in and out.

He kept his tongue on my clit as he finger fucked my pussy, and I had an orgasm like I had never had before! I moaned and writhed and kicked my legs, but he held me tight against his face until I was all done.

I kissed him all over his face, tasting my tangy juice on his lips and chin. “Thank you thank you thank you!” I told him “Now it’s your turn.”

He let me explore all over his body. I kissed every inch of him, from his toes to his ears, avoiding for now the succulent treat between his legs. I sucked playfully on his nipples, which weren’t that much smaller than my own. I kissed his tummy, sticking my tongue into his bellybutton, which made him giggle. I kissed his tight butt, and even kissed down into the dark musky crease between his cheeks.

At long last, I kissed my way up his ball sac, and finally put my mouth on his delicious cock. I could tell he was really turned on, and I wanted him to feel as good as he had made me feel.

He lay on his side as I curled up at his knees and sucked him. I still couldn’t get the whole thing in my mouth, but I got as much as I could in, and stroked the rest with one hand. He started slowly humping my mouth. I knew he was being gentle and making sure not to hurt me, which I thought was sweet. He played with my hair while I sucked him.

I let my free fingers explore between his muscular butt cheeks. He didn’t stop me, so I guessed he didn’t mind. I thought his ass was so sexy. Touching him there, in that private place, made me just melt. I heard him groan, and his whole body quivered when I found the ring that I knew must be his butt hole. Ever so softly, not wanting to hurt him, hoping he didn’t think it was gross, I tickled his butt. He seemed to respond by humping my mouth more urgently. His cock seemed to swell in my mouth. Throwing caution to the wind, I pressed my finger against his hole. He seemed to open right up, letting my finger in to the second knuckle. It felt incredibly sexy to be up inside him like that. As gently as I could, I started fucking his butt with my index finger, the way he had done my pussy before.

He erupted in my mouth, filling me with spurt after spurt of his semen. I hungrily swallowed it all. I kept sucking until his penis got too sensitive, and I had to let it out of my mouth. My finger popped out of his butt, and we cuddled in the sun, naked together.

I hoped he didn’t think it was weird that I had played with his butt. He didn’t say anything about it. After a while, we started to get turned on again. I could feel the end of his penis tickling my tummy. We kissed and touched for a little while, until he was rock hard again, and I was just melting. Dave rolled over onto his back on the warm flat rock, and I climbed on top of him, facing his toes, and we “69ed”.

I just couldn’t get enough of his dick. I licked and kissed it, mostly using my hand to stroke him so I could watch as he got more and more excited. I wanted to see him come again.

Meanwhile he was busy between my thighs. His kisses and licks down there were coming close to pushing me over the edge. My butt felt naked and exposed. I hoped that he would play with it the way I had done his.

I felt his breath between my butt cheeks, and then I felt his tongue exploring back there. I took a huge breath and started jerking his cock wildly. The sensation of his tongue near my anus was incredible. He slipped his finger into my ready pussy and tentatively licked my asshole. In seconds, I was coming again, wiggling my butt, trying to get more of Dave’s tongue and finger inside me. He came too, splashing his white come onto my face and his tummy. There wasn’t a lot this time, but it was thick and gooey. I licked up the droplets on his stomach, and he licked himself off my face. After a while, we got dressed again, and walked back to his car. He dropped me at the end of our block, and I walked home. I couldn’t wait to get together with him again.


Aya had found something else in the box of dirty magazines. At the bottom of the stack, she had found a large manila envelope. In it were all the love letters her parents had sent while they were in college. Some of them were really explicit.

“Dear Jack” Aya read aloud as she lay on her bed. I was leafing through an old Penthouse Magazine. We had told her parents that we were studying together. It was actually kind of true.

“‘Last weekend was too wonderful for words'” Aya read on. “‘I get wet and have to touch myself just thinking about it. Five weeks seems like an eternity. I wish we went to the same school, or lived in the same town. I can’t wait to see you again, to sleep next to you, to be in your arms, to have your hot cock inside me again.'”

Aya looked over at me. “Oh my god” she said “I can’t believe my mother wrote that. About my Dad!”

I thought it was hot. She read on “The next time I come over, I want to have you every way possible. After I suck you and you lick my pussy, I am going to climb on top of you and fuck you until you come inside me. Then, when you are ready again, I am going to make your dick nice and slippery, and I’ll bend over and spread my cheeks wide and you can fuck me in the asshole.”

“Can you believe this?” It was a little hard to picture: Aya’s dad was a big guy, and her mom was a tiny little thing, smaller even than Aya herself. “She wanted my Dad to have anal sex with her. Do you think that’s weird?”

I dodged the question. “Aya, I need to masturbate. Is that ok?”

“Of course” she said “I’m horny too. Let’s do it.”

We quickly wriggled out of our pants and underwear, leaving our tops on. We lay on our stomach on her bed, silently reading more of her Mom and Dad’s sexy letters to each other. I thought they were better than looking at pictures. Her parents had had a really hot sex life. We played with ourselves as we read, getting more and more turned on.

Suddenly Aya stopped reading and raised herself up on her elbows. “Lilly can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course” I said

“Promise you won’t laugh at me or think I’m weird”

“Of course I won’t. I’m your friend. What is it?”

Aya leaned over and rummaged around under her bed. She had a really tiny little butt. I had an urge to caress her, but of course I didn’t.

She came up with a big pink dildo. It was made of clear material with sparkles in it, and it was realistically shaped like a penis. It was even bigger than Dave’s dick.

“Oh Aya!”

“Sometimes when I masturbate, I use this” she said “Is that too gross?”

“No!” I said “I think it’s really sexy.” I was tempted to tell her my secret, but I couldn’t. “Maybe you could let me borrow it sometimes?”

“Sure” she grinned shyly “Any time you want. I used to use my hairbrush, but this is SO much better.”

She pulled her shirt off and lay back on the bed, legs spread. She started rubbing the dildo up and down her slit. She turned a knob, and it hummed as she worked. She pressed the end of it against her entrance, and her pussy seemed to open up like a time-lapse picture of a rose blooming. I couldn’t believe that thing fit inside her little body, but it slipped right up into her pussy.

“Oh Lilly” she moaned as she fucked herself “It feels so good! I can’t believe you’re watching me do this.”

I couldn’t believe it either. I was so turned on. I couldn’t help myself; I knelt next to her and put my hand on the end of the dildo protruding from her pussy. She relinquished control, moving her hands up to her erect nipples.

I relished fucking her. I slid the dildo deep inside her and then pulled it almost all the way out. Her labia seemed to cling to it like a baby nursing a bottle. The pink toy glistened with her wetness. I pushed it back up inside her and she moaned. I fucked her harder and faster, until my arm started to ache. Her clit peeked out near the top of her vagina, pink and swollen and cute as a button. Not knowing what she would think, I lowered my mouth to her crotch. Still fucking her, I stuck out my tongue and touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. I heard her sharply inhale. I pressed on, licking her clit and fucking her pussy. She tasted tangy and nice. Her body twisted and shook, but I didn’t stop. I kept my tongue pressed against her little clit and the dildo deep in her pussy until her body finally relaxed.

“Lilly” Aya gasped when she found her voice again “That was beautiful! May I?”

I lay back and let Aya crawl between my legs. Her tongue and fingers on my sex felt great. Like Dave, but different: gentler and more tentative. I was so turned on I was sure I was leaving a huge puddle on Aya’s sheets. She pressed the pink toy against my hungry cunt, and I opened up for her. I was a little afraid that it was going to hurt, but it didn’t, not at all. I just felt really full. The buzzing and friction inside my pussy was incredible. I felt a finger brush against my super-sensitive asshole. An accident? I moaned aloud and gave myself over to the pleasure.

When it was over, we rested for a while, just holding hands.

“I liked that.” said Aya. I could still see my come drying on her face.

“Me too” I said

“Does this make us lesbians?”

“I don’t think so” I said, thinking of Dave.

“Me either” she said “but I’d like to do that again, if you don’t mind.”

“I’d like that too.” I was thinking about that dildo of hers, and all the things that we could do together.


I snuck out the back door when I heard Dave drop off Valerie at our front door. I knew I was taking a risk, but I was pretty sure I could get away with it. Val probably wouldn’t check up on me, and if she did look into my room, I had arranged the pillows so it looked like I was sleeping under the covers. Mom wouldn’t be home until 6 a.m. That should leave plenty of time.

I met him at the end of the block. Nobody saw his car pause at the stop sign while I got in.

“Did you have a good date?” I asked

“It was pretty fun. She gave me a handjob. And she let me play with her pussy again.”

I felt a little jealous, but not very. He was her boyfriend after all. And I was glad my sister was loosening up. “Did she make you come?”

“Yeah.” He laughed “She was kind of grossed out by it.”

“Did you save some for me?” I hoped I didn’t sound plaintive.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry Lilly” he said, and kissed me, “There’s plenty left for you.”

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” I asked, only half teasing.

“I can’t” he answered. “You know that.”

I still didn’t understand the logic of his ethos; we were already doing stuff we knew we shouldn’t be doing.  What was the difference if he was putting his penis in my vagina or somewhere else?

“You know” I said, trying to sound casual “I heard at school that some people like to do it in the butt.”

“Do girls actually like that?” he asked.

“Some of us do” I said, looking up into his eyes “I think.”

“Do you want that?” he asked “With me?”

“Yeah” I said “But we should get some lube. You need lots of lube. That’s what I heard.”

We pulled into a drugstore, and he came back red faced with a small bag in his hand. There was a little bottle in the bag, full of clear liquid. The label said ‘AstroGlide’. I couldn’t believe we were actually going to do this.

We went over to his apartment. His roommate was out. We climbed up onto his bed and kissed and made out for a while, taking our time undressing each other. I liked it when he played with my nipples. Just having him kiss them made them super sensitive, and sent jolts down to my little clit.

“I want to do everything with you” I said.

“Someday Lilly” he answered “Some day.”

“Tonight” I said “I want you to be in my ass.”

“Are you sure you want it?” he asked.

“Oh Yeah”

“Are you sure it will fit?”

“I’m sure” I said, trying to sound confident.

“Ok” he said. “Just tell me if it hurts too much.”

I climbed on top of him, and we did the 69. I used my mouth to play with his dick, bringing him to rigid excitement. He concentrated on my ass, licking and touching my hole until I thought I would go crazy with anticipation. My little pussy was drooling all over his face. I felt his fingertip invading me back there. It felt good.

“Please, Dave I want your dick.”

I crawled off him, and got down on my hands and knees, displayed lewdly like one of the models from Aya’s dirty magazines. Dave got the little bottle out, and as I watched, he spread lubricant all over his cock. I wanted him so badly.

He squirted a bunch of lube onto my asshole. It felt cold, and made me giggle.

“Are you ready?”

“God yes” I answered, wiggling my behind in what I hoped was a sexy way “Please put your penis in my butt”

He knelt behind me, and as I watched, guided his erection between my butt cheeks. When the head of his penis bumped against my anus, a jolt of sexual electricity shot through me. I moaned and closed my eyes, pressing back against him.

At first I didn’t think it was going to go in at all. It was like pushing against a brick wall. Suddenly, I felt something let go, and he slipped in.

It hurt. I was scared that I couldn’t take it, that my ass would be split open. I felt this huge pressure stretching my butt. I couldn’t help but make a little whimper.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah” I whispered “How much of it is in me?”

“Just the head” he said “Do you want me to take it out?”

“No” I said “Just don’t move for a second.”

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, with the head of his penis buried in my poor little asshole. He patiently stroked my hair as I knelt there, trying to get used to the sensation. I really wanted it; I really didn’t want him to have to take it out.

“Try putting a little more in”

He pushed forward, and I felt his dick sliding up my asshole. I realized that it didn’t hurt anymore. I just felt incredibly full.

“Try a little more.”

He pushed forward a little more, and I pressed back against him. It felt really good. Just a little scary still, like I was right on the brink between pleasure and pain. I didn’t want to stop.

It took a long time, but finally I felt his soft pubes against my butt, and he whispered in my ear that he was all the way inside.

“Now fuck me” I commanded him. He started slowly sliding his thing in and out of my ass. The pain had all gone away, and now it was all sweet sweet pleasure. I can’t even describe the sensation. Every time he pushed inside me, it seemed like his dick bumped into the back of my clit. I was delirious.

My finger found my clit. It was hard to keep my finger on my button with him thrusting into me, but it didn’t matter. Orgasm was washing over me like a tide. It was beautiful. I felt his finger slip inside my cunt as he fucked my ass harder and harder.

“Please come in me Dave” I begged “Please come in my asshole!”

I ground myself back on him as his cock spasmed in my ass. His finger in my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. I loved feeling him come inside me.

We extricated his soft cock from my ass. I felt tender and happy and a little sleepy. I wanted to cuddle, but he seemed kind of antsy, so he drove me home.  In the car, he talked about how he thought he was in line for a promotion to manager.  It was about then that I came to the realization that he wasn’t much of a conversationalist: all he ever wanted to talk about was office politics, computers, and a smattering of NASCAR.  Two of those three didn’t interest me at all, and the aspect of computers I was interested in was algorithms and logic trees, not which model had the fastest processor.  He dropped me off with plenty of time before Mom came home.  I crawled sleepily into bed, with Dave’s juice still leaking from my butt.


“Are you fucking my boyfriend?”

I was sitting at my desk doing homework.   Half of my mind was working on differential equations; the other half was happily daydreaming. My ass was still a little tender and buzzy from the other night. I was wondering if I could get Aya to fuck me in the butt with her vibrator. I wondered if she’d let me lick her there.  Would that be too weird for her?”

Valerie was standing in my doorway. “Are you sleeping with Dave, Lilly?”

My heart stopped. I had never wanted to hurt Val. “No” I said “But we’ve been doing… stuff together.”

“What kind of ‘stuff’?”

Oh God.  I felt like a shit.  “He’s been teaching me things… oral sex and anal sex…”

“He did that to you?!”

“No!  I mean, yes, but I asked him too.  It was all my fault, really.  I started it.  I’m sorry Valerie.”

She came in and sat down on my bed.  She looked hard at me, and I felt like I might shrivel up.  “Lilly, did you know I lost my virginity when I was your age?”

I shook my head ‘No’.

“It wasn’t my choice.  Two of the counselors at Camp Kinnikinnick did it to me.  They were bigger than I was, there wasn’t really anything I could do.  It hurt pretty bad, but the way I felt afterward was much worse.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she said to me, shaking her head, “The world is a bigger and scarier place than you know.  You’re swimming in the deep end of the pool now, sis.”

It was really chilly around our house for about a week.  Mom must have known there was something wrong; her two daughters weren’t speaking to each other; but of course she didn’t know what the problem was.  We generally got along pretty well, and when we did fight, we usually got over it in short order.

So the next Friday, when I was moping around my room, not concentrating on the chess problem I had set up on the board, thinking instead about Dave and his big dick, hating Aya for going out of town with her parents for the weekend, Valerie tapped on my bedroom door.

When I let her in, her face had a softer expression on it.  I began to think that maybe she didn’t hate me forever.

“Lilly, do you really want to have sex with Dave?”

“Well…” I replied, figuring honesty might be the best policy, “Yeah, I do, but…”

“I’ll let you do it,” she said, “Just once.  On one condition.”

“Really?  For real?  What’s the condition?”

“That I get to watch.”


It was Sunday afternoon, and Mom had just left for work, when Val came to visit me in my room again.

“Dave’ll be over pretty soon,” she said, “You should get undressed.”

I stood up from my desk and stripped naked under her watchful gaze.  I felt really self-conscious getting naked while Valerie watched.  When I was all the way undressed, she nodded approvingly.  “Nice.” she said, “Now lie down on your bed.  I’d like to tie you up.  You don’t mind, do you?”

I didn’t object.

Valerie took out a length of clothesline and used it too lash my wrists together to the top of my bed.  It wasn’t so tight that it was uncomfortable, but I didn’t think I could get out of it very easily either.

“Now wait here.” Valerie said with a wink, and left the room, closing the door behind her.  My clit was already humming with anticipation.

It was a good ten or fifteen minutes before she came back in with Dave in tow.  She had stripped down to her underwear: big white no-nonsense panties and her Battleship Missouri bra.  Dave was nude.  His dick was already half-hard, and when he saw me tied naked to the bed, it rose straight up to full attention.

“Doesn’t she look cute like that?” Valerie asked, licking her lips like a cat, “She wants to suck your dick, don’t you sis?”

I nodded my head eagerly.  I most certainly did!

Dave climbed up on the bed and presented my hungry lips with the big juicy head of his glorious dick.  I was looking forward to showing off my skills to Valerie, and giving Dave some serious pleasure with my mouth and tongue.

“Put your penis in her mouth!” she instructed Dave, and slid the end of his cock in between my eager lips.  With an impatient eye-roll, Valerie reached behind my head, grabbed my pony tail and forced my head down on his cock until I gagged.  First I was surprised, then appalled, then turned-on by it, but mostly I was struggling to breathe around his big rampaging dick.  I tried to say something, but all that came out was a gurgle.

I felt like one of the kidnapped princesses in Valerie’s trashy novels, and with a flash, I realized that was exactly what I was.  I could see a few stray hairs around the crotch of Valerie’s panties, soft and dark, and I reveled in the lust of it all.

I’m not sure how long that went on.  Just when we were starting to get some kind of a rhythm going on, Valerie put a stop to it.  Reluctantly, Dave pulled his wet dick out of my gaping open mouth.  My jaw muscles ached, and my windpipe breathed a literal sigh of relief.

Valerie grabbed my ankle and pulled my foot up toward my ear.  “Do you want to fuck her?” she asked Dave, “Look at her vagina.  She wants you!  Do you want to fuck that horny little pussy?”  He nodded dumbly.

“Well then you’d better put on a condom then, huh?”

I watched eagerly as Dave carefully rolled the condom onto his cock.  He looked even bigger and juicier than ever.  My cunt was beyond wet; I was soaking.  I felt like I had already made a big wet puddle on my bed.  My pussy felt like it was absolutely gushing.

My legs were spread wide apart.  Dave climbed up onto the bed, his rock-hard, latex-covered dick bobbing happily.  He brought the end of his dick to my pussy lips, rubbing gently up and down, teasing my opening.  It felt great.  I was so horny I could just kill, but I also felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed and just a little bit scared, much more so than when I had presented him with my ass.  “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.

Valerie had taken off her bra in the meantime, setting her gorgeous, perfect, big round breasts free.  Her nipples, pink and swollen, pointed almost straight out from her boobs.  For just a second, I thought about sucking on those nipples, rubbing my own breasts against those boobs, pressing my pussy against her thigh… and then Ewww!! I realized I was thinking those thoughts about my own sister!

Dave had nudged the mushroom-head of his cock in between my labia, and it felt fantastic!  My clit was screaming at me.  I was seized with an animal lust to be filled up, right now, stuffed full of cock.  His dick seemed unreasonably big between my thighs, larger than it had ever seemed before, and suddenly I was scared.

Just as I opened my mouth to tell him to go slow, Valerie smacked him across the ass with a *whack* so hard I winced in sympathy.  “Fuck her!” she hissed, “Fuck that little slut!”

Dave lurched forward, burying his meat inside me.  There was a disorienting jolt of pain as I felt my flesh tearing.  It hurt, a lot more than I had ever expected it too.  My poor pussy protested as it was rudely invaded and stretched.

I screamed.

Dave seemed to hesitate.  “Go on, fuck her!” Valerie had one hand down the front of her panties.  “Fuck that cunt!”

He started pounding in and out of my poor torn quim.  My head lolled from side to side.  I wasn’t sure I could take this.  Just as I started to protest, to tell them that this wasn’t ok, that they had to stop, the pain started to fade into the background, and the sensations of pleasure started to take over, and suddenly I didn’t want it to stop.  I wanted more!

I could feel an orgasm, a really big one, building inside me like a thunderhead.  I looked down and saw Dave’s condom-wrapped dick, streaked with my blood and come, impaling my wide-open pussy.  From the strained look of sweaty concentration on his face, I knew he must be close too.

With the hand that wasn’t busy inside her white panties, Valerie grabbed my left nipple, puling and twisting mercilessly.  It hurt, and it was pushing me over the edge.  “Fuck her harder!” she urged Dave, “Make her come on your dick!”

That was all it took for me.  I surrendered to the orgasm, bucking and thrashing on the bed, trying to raise my hips and cram more cock up my cunt as he pounded me and the most intense waves of pleasure washed through me over and over.  I think I had been screaming the whole time.

“Oh yeah,” Valerie said as I slowly drifted back to earth.  Her panties were halfway down, and her thick, curly dark bush was exposed.  She had let go of my distended nipple, but the hand between her own legs had never stopped moving.  “Come on her face!” she told Dave, “Put your sperm all over her face right now!  Come on her face or I’ll never let you touch my pussy again!”

Dave withdrew from my gasping pussy mid-stroke, ripped off the condom, sending it flying.  He scooted up the bed, red-hot dick in hand, pointed right at me.  With a wail, he shot off, squirting his hot sticky boy-come all over my face: all over my cheek, up my nose, into my eye and in my mouth.  I reveled in it.

After that, Valerie untied me, holding me close as I sobbed, asking me over and over if I was alright.  “Yes, yes, yes!” I tried to assure her.  Dave stood by, naked and depleted and looking kind of awkward and uncertain as Valerie cleaned me off and held me until the crying stopped.

“Thank you!” I was finally able to gasp, “That was amazing!”

Dave and Valerie left the room hand in hand.  I took a very hot shower, and then slept harder than I had slept in a very long time.


We never talked about what had happened.  Val and Dave dated for another couple of months before breaking it off.

Several years later, when I was deep in my militant-vegetarian-lesbian phase, and Valerie was engaged to be married, she said to me pretty much out of the blue, “Remember Dave?”

“Of course,” I said.

“He was kind of a wanker, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah he was,” I thought about it, “he was kind of a tool.”

“But he had a nice dick, didn’t he?”

“Yeah he did.  He had a very nice dick.”


( an earlier version of this story was posted at Literotica under the title ‘Valerie’)

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The Amazing Marvella

“I am the Amazing Marvella” I said with a flourish of my ruby-sequined cape.  “I am the Amazing Marvella and this is my lovely assistant Bridget.”

I was dazzled by the spotlights pointed at me with their multi-colored gels.  The stage was hot and bright.  The theatre was small, but the house was packed full.  Beyond the apron, I could just make out the audience: mostly middle-aged and older, with a sprinkling of younger faces: well-dressed, eager faces anticipating an evening of novel entertainment.  Wealthy old ladies and their tolerant aging husbands; aunts and uncles and grown-up nieces and nephews out for a night on the town.  College boyfriends and girlfriends dragged along for the ride.  A few hipsters, looking knowing and cynical.  How many of these people had any idea of what they were getting into?

Bridget curtseyed and we got a polite round of applause from the audience.  They hadn’t quite decided what to think of us yet, but they were willing to give us a chance.

“Tonight,” I said to the audience, “We will play with magic.  Together we will show you some things that you may never have seen before, that you may never have thought were possible… Observe!”

I waved my hand, and there was a blinding flash and a puff of smoke.  Then Bridget stepped forward out of the acrid cloud, wearing nothing but a smile, a pair of black garters, and her scarlet stilettos.

Shocked silence.  For just a second, the audience couldn’t believe its eyes, didn’t know quite how to react.  Then, a smattering of applause, slowly building into a low rumble.  I heard one old lady in the front row exclaim: “Well!  I never!”  Her companion, a fat lady in her mid-sixties wearing an antique-looking floral party dress responded loudly: “That’s not what I heard, Dear!” which earned her a burst of appreciative laughter.  Bridget grinned widely, displaying her perfect white teeth, and posed and vamped for the audience, showing off her large perky breasts, making them jiggle, while she kept one hand demurely in front of her neatly trimmed little red pubic triangle.  The applause got significantly louder, and I took a little bow.

“You may find,” I went on when the applause died down, “That the normal rules of the universe do not apply in here.”

I opened up the props chest and took out my wand.  The wand was ten inches long, made of shiny black rosewood, richly carved and polished.  Its features were that of a stylized, fantastical phallus, with a bulbous glans at one end, and a rounded grip that suggested testicles at the other.  It was a thing of beauty, an artifact handed down through the centuries.

I shrugged my cape off and hung it on the stainless steel rack that stood next to the props trunk.  Then, with a sorcerer-like flourish and a show of extreme concentration on my face, I waved my wand.

Bridget floated slowly up off the stage floor, and with a mock-surprised look on her face, she pivoted around on her long axis until she hovered parallel to the ground, as if lying on her back on an invisible bed about two feet above the stage.  There was a smattering of applause from the audience, but mostly hushed, expectant silence.

I unbuttoned my frilly white dress shirt and stepped out of my black dress pants, hanging them carefully on the rack.  I was now wearing only a skimpy black push-up bra, a matching pair of lacy bikini panties, and my comfortable black Mary Janes (more practical for making magic in than sassy heels).  Though the air in the theatre was warm, I felt a pleasant nervous chill run through my body.  I’m not really any sort of an exhibitionist; that’s much more Bridget’s department.

I waved my wand again, and Bridget’s legs spread open, up and out, ending up sticking straight up in the air, a big capital V.

There was a little commotion in the front row.  The disapproving old lady stood up with a ‘Harumph!”.  She was wearing a powder-blue pantsuit and a blue pillbox hat.  “Obscene… disgusting… unheard of…” she could be heard muttering as she made her way to the aisle.  Her rotund friend could be heard chuckling.  The back door of the theatre creaked open and slammed shut with a –clank-.  Nobody else got up from their seat.

“Watch closely” I said.  I began waving my wand rhythmically, like a maestro conducting the overture of a symphony orchestra.  Up and down, left and right, back and forth.

As my wand moved through the air, Bridget’s body reacted.  Her large nipples hardened and grew, until they looked like a pair of pink gumdrops protruding from her big round pancaked breasts.  Slowly, like a flower unfolding on a spring morning, the plump pouting crease of her vulva parted, revealing the hidden wonders within.

Bridget let out a low, throaty moan that was audible all the way to the back row.  As my wand traced its invisible pattern in the air, Bridget’s inner labia started to swell and turn purple; the lips parted open, revealing her entire vulva like a flower in bloom.  Her clit was clearly visible, straining out from underneath its little hood.  The wetness could be seen coating her pussy, drooling out.  Bridget sighed and moaned, writhing and twisting, struggling softly against invisible bonds as my wand worked it’s magic.  Her pussy gaped hungrily open.  Her clit was swollen and pink.  The audience was completely enthralled.  I loved this part of our show.

I set the wand aside for a moment, leaving Bridget helplessly gasping.  Out of the prop chest, I retrieved our little purple bag of tricks.

As soon as I opened the drawstring, sixteen shiny golden balls the size of large marbles, leapt out. With a rush, they swarmed up and floated above Bridget’s head like a halo, orbiting slowly and buzzing like a cloud of angry humming birds.

I got a little bottle of lube out of the prop chest and dabbed a generous amount onto Bridget’s crinkled little anus.  The audience was silent.  I could feel their anticipation.

The golden balls aren’t actually particularly magical, aside from the hovering and the vibrating.  We just like them.

I plucked one ball out of the orbiting cloud and deftly inserted it up Bridget’s ass.  The buzzing made the tips of my fingers tingle.  The little golden globe disappeared almost as if by magic into Bridget’s sexy little brown anus.  I was rewarded by an audible sigh from Bridget and with a smattering of applause from the audience.

One by one, I snatched up the humming golden balls and slipped them up Bridget’s increasingly crowded rear-end.  With each ball that I inserted into her winking anus, I got an even louder moan from Bridget, and even more applause from the audience.  The final three or four were tricky: it was getting harder and harder to get the buzzing balls up inside her without letting the humming swarm already up her butt escape.  The last one is always the hardest, and if I’m not very quick and careful, a hornet’s nest of fifteen vibrating balls can come flying out of Bridget’s ass while I’m trying to insert number sixteen.  Fortunately, this time I was dexterous enough, and the last golden ball disappeared neatly up inside Bridget’s beautiful, stuffed asshole.

For a little while, I went back to conducting my invisible orchestra on Bridget’s heaving, sweating body: drawing paths of sensation up and down her quim, stimulating her breasts and her ass and her clit, taking pleasure in her curvy, turned-on body; but no-one was going to last much longer like this: not Bridget, not the audience, not me.  We were all firmly in this together now, and the sexual tension in the theatre was thicker than thick, electric and crackling.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” I said, “You may wish now to remove any tight-fitting, constricting clothing, or any articles that you do not want to get stained.  We are now about to perform our final act of the evening!”

There was a rustling sound out in the house as the majority of the audience discreetly unzipped their pants, hiked up their skirts, removed underwear and pulled pantyhose out of the way.  Beyond the glare of the spotlights, I could see the fat lady in the front row, knees wide apart, floral-print skirt piled up in her lap, hands busy between her bulky thighs.  Anybody who didn’t take my advice, I reflected with a secret smile, was going to walk out of this theatre with a sticky, wet crotch.

I opened up the prop chest and fished out the harness.  I always feel awkward doing this on stage; putting the harness on with a hundred-odd pairs of eyes intently watching my every move.  There is simply no way to put that thing on gracefully.

I successfully donned the harness, without tripping over myself or getting the leg loops crossed up.  Carefully, I fitted my wand into the holder, snapping the retaining ring into position.  The polished black rosewood jutted out from my crotch just like an erect cock.

It bounced pleasingly as I moved.  I positioned myself directly in front of Bridget, holding onto her legs behind the knees, admiring her nude, curvy, sweaty, glowing body, gazing into her bright blue eyes.  The end of my wand bobbled less than an inch from the entrance to her soaking wet, wide-open, horny pussy.  Her clit seemed to twitch with anticipation.

She mouthed the magic words to me and to me alone: “I love you”, and I nudged forward, parting her slippery lips, sliding the length of my magic wand up and down her vulva.

I heard a collective gasp from the audience at the same time as Bridget sighed with pleasure.  I knew then, for a fact, that once again the magic had worked.  Every person in that audience; even those who’s pussies hadn’t been wet in years; even those who required double doses of Viagra to make their cocks hard; every woman was experiencing the exact same sensations that Bridget was experiencing, and every man was feeling what my magic wand was feeling.  I took aim, and with one confident thrust, I entered Bridget’s red-hot pussy, sinking my wooden cock in her all the way up to the hilts.

“Please, please, please…” Bridget begged.  Out in the house I could hear the collective moans and groans and sighs of the audience as they fucked and got fucked, as Bridget’s wet pussy grasped at my hard, thick wand, as the buzzing balls vibrated against my wood, as the roots of Bridget’s clit trembled with desire.

I started fucking her, as slowly as I could stand to, drawing all but the head of my wand out before plunging it deep back inside.  Her big tits shook, her pelvis bucked, her head lolled side to side.  The base of the wand rubbed pleasantly against my own clit, making me nice and moist inside my panties.  At that moment I knew I was the only person in that crowded theatre who wasn’t on the very edge of a massive orgasm.

“Faster, faster, please, please, please…” Bridget begged me almost silently, “please fuck my pussy, fuck me hard…” Out in the audience, the moans and sighs were turning into grunts and gasps and the occasional high-pitched wail.

I obliged, thrusting my hips with all I had, fucking her pussy as hard and as fast as I could, making my own tits shake, until my brow was sweaty with the effort and my ass threatened to cramp up.  Her pussy devoured my wand, slurping happily.  I placed my hand on her neatly trimmed mons and caressed her clit with my thumb.  The vibrations from the golden balls were travelling down the wooden shaft of my wand and were tantalizingly stimulating my own clit and pussy.

“I’M CO-O-OMING!” Bridget announced in a choking, gasping scream, “OH FUCK, I’M COMING!”  A cascade of flying, humming golden balls spilled violently out of her asshole as her pussy spasmed and grasped at my plunging wand.

At that exact moment, the auditorium was filled with groans, moans, gasps, growls and screams as every member of the audience was shaken by their own individual orgasm.  For many of them it was the first orgasm they’d had in decades; for many (so a lot of them would tell me after the show) it was one of the strongest and most intense of their entire lives.

I fucked her all the way through her orgasm.  When her body stopped shaking and her breathing no longer came in gasps, I carefully withdrew my wand, sticky and slick with her juices. She lowered her legs, and I helped her to her feet.   Sixteen humming golden balls were orbiting slowly above our heads.  The atmosphere in the theatre was hot and thick, saturated with the aroma of sex.

Arm in arm, we rode a wave of thunderous applause.  Together, we bowed, bowed again, bowed a third time.

“Thank you ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much!  You’ve been an amazing audience.  Please come back again, and bring your friends.  Thank you again!  You’ll find handy-wipes underneath your seats…”

The house lights came up and the stage lights dimmed.  The people in the audience stood up, toweled off their sticky parts, buttoned their pants, filed out toward the exit.  Bridget and I collected our costumes, reset the props trunks, cleaned up the stage, getting everything ready for tomorrow nights’ show.  Then we headed home together, where Bridget would show me some magic tricks of her own.


(previously published at Clean Sheets)

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A Little Blood Never Hurt Anyone

Blood and hell.

I sat, surly and silent by the window, plugged into my iPod, watching Long Island roll past.  I was hung over and premenstrual; dumped and depressed, and I had zero desire to be on that train.  Across from me, the Three Amigos drank bad beer out of cans and loudly goofed around with a stack of comic books and graphic novels, while in the seat next to me, Cecile was typing away into her laptop.  It had been a shitty old week.

Typical New York springtime: it was bleak and grey and unreasonably cold, and squalls of rain periodically lashed the train windows.  Liz had broken off our thing, whatever our thing had been, over the phone the night before.

My head hurt.  I felt bloated and nauseous.  I was crabby and crampy and felt like I was sweating whiskey.  A corporate retreat?  For fucking real?  Was this really my life?

Cecile was an ok manager, I guess.  By that I mean she mostly stayed out of our way and let us do our thing.  She did, of course, all the usual annoying managerial things:  scheduling boring pointless meetings, posting obnoxious motivational posters, sending redundant emails, and setting up mandatory weekend corporate retreats.

As a manager, Cecile may have been relatively inoffensive.  As a female, on the other hand, she was absolutely fucking gorgeous.  She was tall and slender, with perky boobs and short ash-blonde hair and flashing dark brown eyes, and strong cheekbones and an ass that was utterly gorgeous to behold. We all four had big fat crushes on her, the whole IT department: me and the Three Amigos.  Well, maybe in my case at least, ‘crush’ wasn’t exactly the right word.  More like a perverse case of deeply carnal lust.

That afternoon on the train, she was wearing a low-cut black blouse through which I could almost make out her nipples, and pair of ass-hugging pinstriped black slacks that emphasized the shapely curves of her rear-end.  When she leaned forward, I caught a glimpse of her underwear disappearing below the waistband of her slacks.  She was wearing a black g-string.  Ye Gods, butt-floss… How trashy!  How I would love to let my tongue explore those curves, every inch of those exquisite curves.  I bet she tasted a little like honey.  As the train clacked and rolled through the flatlands of Long Island, I once again marveled at my ability to be an utter horn-dog in the midst of black depression and premenstrual discomfort.

Whatever equilibrium I had found in my life had now come completely undone.  Liz and I had been not-exactly a couple for nearly six months, and now whatever we had been was over.  Just last week I’d gotten a job offer at a startup out in Seattle, with a salary that was a full order of magnitude higher than anything I’d ever made in my life: all that was required was that I drop everything and move across the country and start the job immediately.  I was drinking too much, my maybe-girlfriend was now officially my ex, my period was running late and my ovaries were kicking me in the small of the back.

All I had wanted to do this weekend was to stay home, drink excessively, watch porn, masturbate a lot, and feel sorry for myself.  Cecile had sprung this corporate retreat on us.  “It’ll be a great team-building experience.  We’ll have fun!”

Uh-huh.  It was still spitting rain when we got off the train, and crowded into a taxi which took us through bleak and deserted streets to a looming and ominous grey beach house that looked like the set for a teeny bopper horror flick.

Cecile had brought wine in a box.  We ordered pizza and huddled in a little circle in the enormous draughty living room gobbling and guzzling.  My spirits rose incrementally.  Cecile wanted to do team-building exercises, but the Amigos (Ron, Tim and Marty) had brought along a Wii, and she was heartily voted down.  Cecile put up only a half-hearted resistance before joining in.  A couple of times during the evening, I thought I caught her giving me a look.  I went to bed late, half-drunk, with a full stomach, a cranky pussy, and a heart full of lust.

The weather was even worse the next day.  Wind and rain whipped the dunes and rattled the windows and churned up the surf.  I got my period overnight, and was bleeding like a ruptured aorta.  My body heaved a huge sigh of relief.

We all had breakfast together at a little diner full of sour-faced fishermen, old people, and canned 1980s pop music.  The boys had heard tell of a video-game arcade on the boardwalk that was supposedly open, and they braved the raging tempest to go investigate.  Cecile and I returned to the house.

“Is it true what they say about you?  That you like girls?”  She was standing way too close to me for comfort.

Well, duh.  It’s not like I made any secret of it.  And I also knew for a fact that Cecile was dating, and was practically engaged to some investment banker guy.  This didn’t stop me one instant from falling across her lap on the disreputable old beige couch, and planting a kiss right on her lips.  She responded immediately, aggressively kissing me back with her soft full lips, invading my mouth with her eager tongue

Together, our rushed, fumbling fingers managed to unbutton her white blouse and to remove her frilly white bra.  Her breasts were smaller than mine, and much more perfect: snowy white half-globes like ripe peaches, with upturned little pale pink nipples.  The nipples were really tiny, almost like boy nipples, and they were all turned-on and erect; the areolae around them were pink and puffy.

I kissed her all over her face and neck, working my way down to her collarbones, her spine, her scapula, her sternum.  Cecile was highly appreciative, squirming and moaning in response to my licks and kisses.  Then I finally got around to lavishing attention on her beautiful tits and sucking on her nipples.

She let me play for a little while, my mouth full of the most gorgeous titty I had ever had the pleasure of sucking on, my hand rubbing her inner thighs and hot pussy through her black slacks.  Then she gently pushed me away.

“I want to see you naked” she said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Those eyes seemed to bore holes right through me.  Feeling slightly self-conscious, I peeled my own t-shirt off over my head and unsnapped my bra.  Cecile grinned slightly at the sight of my naked breasts.  I shrugged off my jeans, leaving my panties –nothing fancy, just basic white panties- on for now.  The grin on her face got wider.

“God, I want you” she said, stretching languidly on the beige couch like a cat.

I dove right in, attacking her with kisses, nibbles, and licks as I struggled to get her pants down.  Underneath her charcoal-grey slacks, she was wearing a forest-green thong that was so skimpy it was barely even there.  I could feel the heat of her excitement.  I tugged the thong out of the way, and with a flick of her ankle she sent it flying.

Her legs spread wide, inviting me in.  She had one of those ‘exclamation-point’ pussies, straight out of Penthouse Magazine: a neatly trimmed little brown landing strip.  Plump lips surrounded delicate labia which were peeking eagerly out.  She was highly excited, her juiciness attested to that.  One lick separated her inner lips, exposing her swollen clitoris.  Her taste was an incredible aphrodisiac to me.  I was right, she did taste a little bit like honey.

It didn’t take much licking to bring her off.  Just dragging my tongue up and down her wet pussy, caressing her eager clit sent her right off on me.  She came loud and hard, bucking against my slippery face and wrapping her long legs around my head.  I kept on licking.

I’m not sure exactly how many times she came.  Three at least.  Probably more.  It was hard to tell where one orgasm stopped and another began.  At one point I was fucking her pussy with three fingers while I admired her naked, sweaty, quivering body.  Her stomach was flat and toned, she must work out a ton, and every time she came, her abdominal muscles went tense and she lifted her ass up off the couch.  I slid one finger between her heavenly butt-cheeks, seeking out her secret little rosebud-

“No, not the anal thing!” her eyes flew open and she pulled away, “Do what you were doing before.”

Not the anal thing?  But seriously, that was like half the fun…!  Reluctantly, I retreated from Cecile’s gorgeous ass and concentrated on fucking her hot, juicy pussy with my fingers while I stabbed at her clit with the tip of my tongue.  She came for me once again, squeezing my fingers in her quim, writhing and twisting on the couch.  She was so sexy it was almost painful.  I couldn’t believe how many orgasms she was capable of.  The woman just kept coming!

Panting, I crawled up onto the couch with her, sweaty breast to sweaty breast, kissed her on the mouth.  Her exploring hand wound its way inside my panties, probing.

“It’s my time of the month,” I explained apologetically.  She hastily withdrew her finger.  There was a tiny rose-colored stain on her fingertip.  My cunt was soaking wet.

“The guys will be getting back soon” she said, “We should hurry up and get dressed.  I’ll take care of you some other time, promise.”

Upstairs in the shower, my pussy felt swollen and thick.  The water took forever to run hot.  I stood there in a pool of bloody water straight out of Psycho, wishing I’d brought my vibrator.

Turns out Cecile was right.  While I was still in the shower, the guys came tumbling back in, totally psyched about the vintage video arcade they had just blown about sixty bucks worth of quarters in.  I kind of wished I’d gone with them.

We spent the afternoon doing team-building exercises that were supposed to be ‘fun’.  Me and the Amigos would far rather have been playing D&D.  We were techies, not corporate drones.  Cecile stifled all our attempts to pervert her activities, and assiduously avoided looking me in the eyes all day long.

Dinner was an oddly formal event, second-rate seafood at a third-rate seafood restaurant.  We suffered through a round of drinks while Cecile gave us her prepared pep-talk, and then we all slunk back to the beach house, sullen and damp.  If this was supposed to build morale…

The boys got the Wii fired up and huddled around the tv in the living room with a stock of Fritos and Mountain Dew.  I would have joined them, but I was too tired and fed up.  Cecile and I went upstairs to our bedrooms.  Our own separate bedrooms.

I lay there for a long time, unable to sleep, brooding, cramping.  My girl parts were all tied up in knots.  Sometimes orgasms would help, but when I tried to masturbate, I just couldn’t get into the groove.  Outside, the weather, which had been crappy all day, was getting worse.  The rain lashed the windows and the wind seemed to shake the bones of the house.  Behind the noise of the storm, I heard or felt the beat of the wind-lashed waves pounding on the beach.  I got up out of bed and padded down the hall.

I stopped in front of Cecile’s room.  Light leaked out from the crack under the door.  Standing still, listening for a moment, I could hear the familiar distinct hum of a battery-powered vibrator.  I hesitated, considered knocking lightly and letting myself in, and then thought better of it.  I continued on down the hall to the stairs.

The Amigos were still clustered around the tv set in the living room, raucously playing Wii like a troop of baboons.

Outside, the night was wild.  My night clothes: a pair of red flannel boxers and a Princess Leia t-shirt, were instantly soaked, clinging wetly to my skin.  My hair blew wild in the wind, like the rent sails of a ship lost at sea.  It was exhilarating.

Down past the dunes, onto the beach itself, the surf was pounding wildly onto the beach, beating the sand.  I don’t know how high the breakers were, six, eight, ten feet?  The frothy foam seemed to glow slightly in the dark of the night.

A momentary break in the flying clouds revealed the moon low over the horizon, perfectly full, round and heavy, casting its light across the storm-churned ocean and the beach.  In the soft light of the moon, I saw a figure down by the edge of the sea.

She was a selkie, a water sprite, and she was playing naked in the breaking surf.  Her hair was twisted up in dreadlocks, and her ears were pierced with large spiral forms.  She was a tiny slip of a thing, well-muscled with long arms and legs that splayed out as she leapt and spun.  Her breasts were small and firm and bounced as she ran.  Her ass was pale and nicely shaped and jiggly, with a small tattoo on one cheek that I couldn’t quite make out.  A lush brown triangle of pubic hair sprouted from between her legs.  She would tease the waves, running out as far as she dared, then darting back to the beach as the foam hissed angrily around her ankles and calves.

Mesmerized, I peeled my wet clothes off my body.  The wind snatched the shorts and t-shirt from out of my hand and sent them reeling away into the darkness.  Naked, I made my way down to the water’s edge.

When she saw me, she came running over.  She was beautiful: petite and lithe, all toned muscles and feminine curves, and a smile that flashed in the gloaming light.

She took my hand, and together we ran along the beach, in the firm wet sand.  Our footprints were quickly erased by the bubbling surf that foamed up over our feet and ankles.

I’m not sure how far we went, but it was a good long while.  We shrieked and giggled like little girls when the waves threatened to catch up with us; we danced in the wind and rain like a couple of pagans.

We ended up at a boat launch, where in calm weather people would back their boat trailers down a cement ramp to put them into the water. Near the top of the ramp, just out of reach of the grasping waves was a dilapidated old boathouse.  The door was closed, and there was a padlock in the hasp, but the lock hung open.  The huge pale moon peeked out from behind the clouds again, and she gave me a great, broad smile, opening the door and slipping inside.

The inside was dry and bare, broad naked planks and two canoes and a dinghy up on stands.  She pulled me in after her, and we tumbled onto the wood floor, kissing and touching.

She kissed me fiercely, pulling me close to her cool, naked skin.  Her smallish tits felt hard pressed up against mine.  She had wide, brown areolae, and her nipples were excitedly erect.  She had furry armpits, which I found incongruously erotic.  She wrapped her legs around mine, humping up against my thigh as we made out.  Her hand found my already hard nipple, tweaked it, making it stand out even more than it was already, and then she was reaching down, down, snaking inevitably down toward my horny pussy.

I stopped her, taking her hand in mine.  “I should warn you,” I whispered, “I’m on the rag.”

Her hand did not stop.  “It’s ok,” she whispered back, deftly plucking out my tampon and tossing it aside, “a little blood never hurt anybody.  Besides, I am too.”

It was true.  There was a already a red smear on my thigh where she had been humping my leg.  She guided my hand to her own pussy, and it was wet, really wet.  Really really fucking wet.

We fingered each other’s sopping-wet pussies for a little while, kissing deeply and mashing our bodies close together as we rubbed and probed.  Her hands felt amazing on me, filling me, teasing me, tormenting me.  I felt like I was lying in a puddle of my own making.

I really loved fucking her with my fingers, and I loved the way her body responded.  I loved seeing the mixed blood and come all over my hand.  It looked delightfully, viscerally erotic.  “I want to eat you,” I said, and she grinned wide, disengaging herself from me and rolling over onto her tummy on the wide wooden planks and wiggling her bottom invitingly.  “Go right ahead” she said.

On her left butt-cheek were the twin jagged waves of the zodiac sign for Aquarius.  That was the tattoo I couldn’t make out before.  I cupped her cheeks in my hands, spreading them apart like a juicy ripe peach.

There was soft, curly hair between her legs, slick and wet.  I admired the view from behind for just a moment before diving in, pressing my face into her ass.  Her cute little butthole was absolutely begging to be licked, so I obliged it.  With my face buried in her ass, my tongue probing her sensitive nether hole, I was in heaven, drunk on the strong musky essence of her.  She tasted like the ocean.

My tongue slurped, licked, and explored her pliant asshole while I kept my thumb firmly on her hard little clit.  It gave me great pleasure the way she squirmed and whimpered to my ministrations.  I couldn’t believe how fucking wet she was.  Or how wet I was.  Her various juices were all over my face, and I felt like I was positively dripping!

I felt her raise her ass, pressing urgently back against my face, and I knew she was coming.  Not daring to stop to breath, I doubled my efforts, drilling up her asshole with my curled tongue, moving my thumb across the button of her clitoris like a vibrator.  Her moans turned into cries, the gyrations of her ass became urgent, spasmodic thrusts, humping violently back against me as her stomach heaved and her body bucked and shivered.  She came so loud I was afraid someone would hear and come investigate.  I stayed with her until the very end.

At last, I withdrew my aching tongue from her gasping asshole.  Her pussy sighed with tired delight.  She rolled over with a happy giggle, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and kissed me hard, smashing her lips against mine, invading my mouth with her tongue, playfully biting my lip.

She kissed her way down my body, nibbling on my ears and my neck, planting butterfly kisses all over my breasts, letting her fingertips explore my stomach, my shoulders, my arms, back and thighs.  The she gently spread my thighs apart and dragged the tip of her tongue down from my navel through my pubic patch, and down between my swollen, horny lips.

When she oh-so-softly touched my clit with the tip of her outstretched tongue, I absolutely  melted.  She grinned, and let her tongue explore further south.  Everything she did felt exquisite.  I loved feeling her tongue and her fingers on my sex.  I could see my blood on her face, and rather than feel self conscious about it (as I had in times past), it only made me hornier.

She fucked me, hard and deep.  I felt her insert fingers into my cunt, how many I could only guess, and then insistent fingers penetrated my asshole, stretching me deliciously.  She had her way with me, fucking me, pounding me from the front and behind.  I let my body surrender to her.  I wanted more, and I wanted harder, and she gave it to me.

With my asshole and my cunt stuffed full of her long, clever fingers, she once again applied that talented tongue of hers to my swollen, distended clit.  All the tension that had been building in me, the frustrating sex and masturbation, the period cramps, the work crap, everything burst out like a dam that had been dynamited.  I exploded all over her face, writhing in glorious agony as I came and came and came, my body shaking, my mind washed over and over in waves of exquisite pleasure.

She held me for a while, and we listened to each others’ heart beat, the sound of the waves, the wind on the boathouse.  I was too happy and content and tired to say anything or move a muscle.

At last she kissed me on the forehead and got up.  She slipped out the door and out into the night.  I lay there for a long time before I realized she wasn’t coming back.

By the time I got up, dawn was threatening to rise in the east, turning the sky a kind of milky grey.  It was a long, light-headed walk back to the beach house.  I was fortunate not to run into any early-morning joggers or fishermen, but the fact was I didn’t really care.

The storm had abated overnight; it was still windy and there were still squalls of rain, but the main fury had blown itself out.

Cecile was up, making coffee in the kitchen.  The look on her face when she saw me let myself into the house; naked, bruised and scratched from the floor of the boathouse, caked in sand and smeared with dry black blood; was indescribable and priceless.  I went upstairs, took a long hot shower, and than slept incredibly hard for about three hours, until it was time to catch the train back to the city.

Back on the LIRR, I sat and listened to my iPod and watched the flat, grey mediocrity of Long Island roll by.  Cecile was sitting across from me, working in her laptop and pointedly ignoring me.  The Amigos had started up a rousing game of Magic: The Gathering, and were completely oblivious to anything else around them.

I wondered who Liz was fucking now.  Some gullible NYU undergrad with big tits and a trust fund?  One of those hipster boys that she used to like to look at with bushy sideburns and skinny black jeans?

I thought about my cramped little apartment with the bathtub in the kitchen.  I remembered my empty refrigerator, and all the whiskey bottles in the recycling.

‘Screw it’, I thought to myself, crossing my legs and savoring the delicate buzzing tenderness down there, ‘I am SO out of here.’


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