by DrewZero™

All stories contained in this compendium of Juicy Fiction are purely fictional. Any similarities to real people, locations or events is entirely coincidental. Though some may be vaguely inspired by actual scenarios. Sunglasses face with no fill Try not to imagine too hard which one(s). Angel face with no fill Better still, manifest something similar in your own life! In love face with solid fill

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Drew

Stories

This section contains a choice selection of Juicy Fiction stories. Devil face with no fill

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Morning Bliss

Phoenix awakes to a warm sunbeam tickling his nose through the bedroom window.

He immediately realizes he has become disengaged from his lover. They had fallen asleep intertwined in a loving embrace, heads swimming with pleasure. Phoenix smacks his lips, the taste of Fate still strong in his mouth from having devoured her the night before. He rolls toward her, slides his arm across her belly and gently up her other side with a contented sigh of relaxation. Ahhh…, sweet relief. The kind that can only be found by merging with this beautiful woman. He inhales deeply. The strong scent of their love they made fills him. A shotgun goes off in his heart. Flechettes of concentrated desire whizz throughout his body. He buries his face into her neck and sniffs deeply, which gently rouses her from peaceful slumber. She awakens to the warm caresses of Phoenix’s hands and his inquisitive nose probing the sensitive parts of her neck. Her fingers instinctively grasp for his fleshy parts. She needs to hold him close, to make sure he doesn’t get away without satisfying her.

Phoenix’s investigation into her neck turns into kisses. The kisses move to her lips. Fate plays coy at first to see if she can resist but is overtaken with wanton need and returns the kisses with a hungry passion that amplifies Phoenix’s desire tenfold. Phoenix’s body has become pressed against Fate’s flank and she can now feel his growing manhood pressing into her thigh which makes her wet.

The kisses turn into nibbles, which polymorph into nips and bites. Phoenix’s hands explore some more, moving up to her breasts. A gentle squeeze of bosom gets firmer and moves to the nipples. These little nubs rise in delight to greet the morning caller. It starts out as a rubbing and a flick across the rough nipply surface, then the nipple becomes gripped by two fingers and squeezed which sends bolts of electricity directly to Fate’s wet spot.

The kissing continues and escalates. Fate’s busy little hands find the sausage at her side which is filling with meat at a rapid rate. Her hands gently but seriously wrap the tightening ball sack prodding the spot just under the testes to arouse Phoenix even further. Then her hot hands glide up the shaft and fondle the head of his cock which she can feel is throbbing powerfully.

Phoenix’s mouth moves down, nibbling Fate’s chin, her neck, her cleavage, her breast and the other nipple, which is straining with jealousy of the attention her sibling is getting, pops into Phoenix’s warm, wet mouth. Fate brims with pleasure, whispering “OH PHOENIX”. She is now sopping wet between her legs, the humidity expanding under the covers reaching Phoenix’s senses. Phoenix’s hand tests the waters, a finger of enquiry slithering past her bush and finds a soupy swamp beneath. This makes him hungry for another taste. Phoenix’s kissing face eases down her belly and she knows what is coming for her. The bush tickles Phoenix’s chin then his lips then his nose as his mouth heads for the lips underneath.

Lips meet lips and Phoenix’s tongue extends to taste. It finds the extra wet spot at the bottom of the labia first which fills Phoenix’s senses with flavour overload. His tongue gets right in and slides upward, parting the protective flaps of skin where Fate’s crown jewel is secreted. One soft, tentative touch from tongue to clit makes her shake in mock orgasm. Phoenix knows he has found the spot and takes his time carefully soothing the swelling clitoral mound. Once it has become acclimatised to the sensation of Phoenix’s moistened tongue, he slips a finger down to the lower opening into her vagina. The finger pauses, lingering as if to ask permission for entry. The sigh of undiluted pleasure which erupts out of Fate’s throat is taken as “permission granted”.

“Yes, oh yes, yes, yes,” Fate begs and pleads as Phoenix’s finger slowly makes the trek towards G-spot heaven.

Phoenix’s finger roves back and forth, carefully, so as not to miss a single sensitive area, to find where the slightly bulbous, fluid-filled area of engorgement has hidden itself today. And there it is, right where expected. He can tell he’s hit pay dirt when Fate deteriorates into a full blown seizure.

Meanwhile the tongue continues caressing Fate’s clitoris hungrily.

The G-spot finger tries various movements across the pleasure center deep within her to see what works best. The clenching of pussy muscles around his finger and a little leakage of extra delicious fluid is Phoenix’s cue that he has done something right.

“Just relax right into it. Let it all happen on its own. Completely release all control over your whole body,” Phoenix instructs her. She does her best to meditate and breathe as evenly as she can which reduces the immediate pleasure slightly but then builds up a whole new wave of bliss that seems to have a mind of its own.

She lets this new entity of warm, peaceful yet intense euphoria overtake her nymph body.

“ Relax, baby. That’s a good girl. Let it happen on its own. We’ll get through this together.”

Fate laughs which helps reduce her muscular control even more and the sensations get even more intense which makes her want to reassert her dominance over her own body before it runs rampant. But she remembers the advice and goes deeper into a meditative state, doing a full body scan to find that her toes are curled with tension. She releases them from her tense iron grip of control which is familiar to her. Letting go takes a leap of faith but it feels good. Even just letting her toes unwind, enhances the pleasure of this Venus Butterfly that Phoenix has locked her into.

She continues the exercise of unhooking all the little mechanisms inside her brain that have tensed certain spots on her body. Her calves, knees, thighs are big ones. Gluteus Maximus is allowed to go soft which sinks her deeper into the bed. Ab muscles are permitted to stand down. Obliques, very tense are untensed. Shoulders, arms and the fingers that were grasping Phoenix’s head for dear life are left to Chaos to take over. Even her eyebrows are examined by the conscious mind and deleted from executive control with a huge inhale and sharp sigh as all greedy grasping desires are blown out with an exhale of wind.

There is only pleasure in this moment. There is no tomorrow. No yesterday. No work to do. No obligations waiting. No responsibilities. Her only chore is to sink fully into this moment, right here, right now, with Phoenix’s tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body which are followed up with spasmodic fluid release as his fingers milk the G-spot for all it’s worth.

She can’t even tell anymore where the line could be drawn between normalcy and orgasm.

The climax is no longer just a short quick sudden peak but a long, slow climb to a height much greater than any other orgasm. There she remains in suspended animation as Phoenix drains all the liquid from her body toward his thirsty mouth. He loves it.

She tastes So good.

He can’t get enough of her but he speeds up his licking and his finger probing before her body is completely devoid of all fluids. This sends her to an even higher point of pleasure that blacks out the entire world momentarily. All of those worldly concerns that had been held at bay temporarily, no longer even Exist. It’s like she is no longer who or even what she once was. She is a single point of darkness in a universe that is all darkness. Pure Chaos. The exact centre of a quantum singularity or black hole. She’d wonder how the hell she had become this thing but for the fact that the whole concept of wondering or thinking or even of be-ing is no longer a thing. There is no thought in this Chaos realm. It is a total reset.

She looks at the clock after what seems like an arbitrary amount of time, because time had no meaning for approximately… wow, 45 minutes from when they started, and Phoenix hasn’t even fucked her yet. She comes to. She finds that she had been idly, haphazardly fondling her own nipples and which feels good. They are so sensitive.

Phoenix is absolutely coated with pussy juices. It is all over his face. Fate almost feels embarrassed about having done this to her man except for the fact that he Loves it and it is kind of funny to see how drenched he is with her cum first thing in the morning.

Phoenix releases her slowly, making sure to get every last drop of the Fate juice from her loins, pushing on the G-spot to squeeze out the final few squirts as her body reacts in tandem to squish it all through her vaginal plumbing.

Then Phoenix slides up to Fate’s face, parting her legs with his meaty thighs, holding her firmly in place with his leg muscles. He kisses his lover and lets her taste the yummy, salty goodness that is all over him. He smells like her. Big time. She likes it. This has kind of christened him as her own. She is now officially a part of this man and that can never change.

Phoenix looks her over and the sight of her tits perking up off her chest with their hard nipples makes him so horny and ravenous with incubus desire to fuck this nymph to completion.

His cock grows so big and hard and throbs so intensely that it hurts. It finds its way to the wet spot as he kisses her some more. The cock which has a mind of its own, rubs up and down the length of Fate’s vagina. Pressing the shaft into her labia crevice as the head rubs past the clit.

He can’t take it any longer and he positions the head right at the opening to her tunnel. Pauses again for just a moment and looks deep into Fate’s eyes to see her pupils are nearly the entire diameter of her eyeball. There is no coloured iris. Just the whites with big black saucers in the middle. She is wracked with anticipation, knowing she is going to feel the full pleasure of his mammoth penis sliding into her now extra tightened pussy from the intensity of the orgasm she just had. But she doesn’t know exactly when this is going to happen because time has slowed and Phoenix always makes his entry slightly different than any time before. It is not like with other guys who so predictably just shove their dinks up inside of her without checking to see if she is ready for it.

And then he slides into her. The bated breath releases from both of them in a WHOOSH sound. A sigh of joyful relief like the pleasure of arriving home from a gruelling business trip. “OH GOD,” Fate clenches her man’s muscles and his ass, trying to force him inside of her, but again he pauses, just as he gets the head inside, and backs it out a bit, moving back and forth ever so slightly so that she can feel the connection between every single nerve ending on their sex organs. The mutual pleasure builds up so fast because she is so tight from mind blowing orgasm and he is so enormous from tasting her all over his tongue and into his very soul of his inner self.

Phoenix glides in and out, going a little deeper each time, but only slightly. As his penis head probes her G-spot, the waves of pleasure begin all anew. Oh mon dieu, she thinks, this is happening again.

Phoenix hooks the head of his penis onto her yet again inflated G-spot and he pulls back as if trying to get free of it but can’t quite make it past the barbed penile head where her vaginal cave has the G-spot bottleneck.

This gets Fate’s juices flowing again and she is glad to have left a huge glass of water on the nightstand. She devours it in one gulp and feels refreshed and ready to squirt again, all over her man’s penis this time.

Phoenix is blown away at how incredibly good this feels. He can barely hold his load which normally takes at least 30 minutes to an hour to achieve a complete eruption.

His nuts are so full of sperm from eating her pussy that it starts leaking out the head of his cock, adding even more slip and slide lubrication to Fate’s twat.

“Fuck baby, I love you so much,” he says as he stares directly into her soul. Phoenix kisses her and shoves his dick in so deep that she feels it in her throat.

He wants her to cum again but he knows there is no way he can last until she gets there, with just penile thrusting so he fingers her clit a little with his thumb as he is fucking her. The juices are just drizzling out of his penis, making a white frothy mess of her that he can see, down there, as he twiddles the clit.

That’s enough to send her over the edge and she starts cumming. Phoenix grabs hold of her with both hands and thrusts HARD and deep which makes them both skyrocket well past the point of no return.

Fate’s pussy squirts and Phoenix’s cock fills her. Pump after pump of viscous creamy goodness enters her. It feels like it will never end. She can feel the gushing inside her so warmly, as she erupts in wild flailing orgasm. Pleasure sauces mix in a steamy cocktail of love.

Phoenix collapses onto her and both of them go completely limp. It is an effort to lift his head to kiss her but he does so anyway.

“I love you too,” says Fate.

Amanda the Jail Guard

Amanda the jail guard was always very impressed with the upbeat attitude of JoJo, considering he was an inmate and all. She secretly wondered what he was like on the street. Some days she would visualize him in a classy tuxedo, all suave and handsome. One day as she was dreamily staring at his butt, he caught her glimpse and sashayed over, metering out his best swagger that he could muster in his prison orange outfit.

Amanda blushed and tried to turn away but found herself locked into his gaze like a deer in headlights.

“Hey Frumpy-Bum”, he said all joking-heartedly

Amanda’s blush of lust quickly turned to a crimson fire of anger because she hated that nickname. She suspected that one of the other inmates had made it stick, knowing that it got her blood boiling.

Amanda quickly pivoted to leave, once again reminded of why she should not date inmates.

“I’m busy, ask another guard for whatever you need”, she miffed.

Amanda remembered the night after she first heard this god-awful name. She had spent many minutes in front of multiple mirrors, trying to convince herself that there was indeed nothing wrong with her bum. She had always been self-conscious of her appearance “down there”, and even went so far as to have a tattoo of a woman with her tongue-out, plastered across her privates to distract men from noticing anything odd in that area.

Amanda did not want to become a walking legend like the infamous “blueberry”, a fat girl who the inmates picked on regularly.

To hear JoJo use that name made her furious, but his handsome wiles and good-natured demeanour melted her heart nonetheless. Maybe she needed a session to take out her rage on this situation.

Later that day, Amanda strutted into JoJo’s dayroom and walked straight for him. JoJo’s mouth gaped as if not sure what to say and she skimmed past him, thrusting her “frumpy” bum into his side, nearly knocking him over in the process.

JoJo reeled and turned to size up her sexy ass, making a “rrrr” noise like some sort of lemur in heat.

Amanda just continued on doing her round as she glimpsed over her shoulder to see JoJo’s eyes gleaming with drooly desire.

Amanda thought to herself “so you like my back end do you?”

This gave her an idea suddenly.

Later that night while all the inmates were locked in their cells and only one guard was on duty, she took out her key and opened JoJo’s cell.

Surprised, he leapt up, half-naked.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything too important. Did I?” whispered Amanda.

“I,… uh… what are you…?” was all that JoJo could stammer before Amanda had taken three steps in, closing the gap between them.

“Shhhh…” she said, placing her finger on his lips “I get the feeling you kind of like my ‘frumpy’ bum, you little pervert.”

Her fingers smelled like vanilla perfume and it drove JoJo wild with desire. His erection grew fast and suddenly. Every pound of his heartbeat forced it to pulsate and grow even bigger and stiffer.

Amanda looked down and noticed that JoJo was only wearing underwear. The bulge underneath was huge and throbbing. Her own juices started to flow, making a soupy mess between her legs.

“Mmmm… looks like I was right” she moaned.

Amanda turned around and rubbed her nice big sumptuous ass cheeks all over JoJo’s painfully erect manhood.

JoJo let out a sigh of surrender and grabbed Amanda’s ass with both hands. He squeezed her until she let out a little squeak and pulled her butt against him until it squished around him and he could feel his cock press into her crack as much as her pants would allow.

Amanda looked around behind her as she gripped the desk for support, “Take my pants down”, she insisted.

JoJo reached around her midsection, fumbling violently for her zipper. The sounds of hot desperate breathing from both of them filled the cell.

JoJo finally got the button undone and the zipper down. He ripped Amanda’s pants down half-way to her ankles to reveal a pair of sexy high cut panties which allowed her plump, juicy ass cheeks to burst out into the cool night air.

JoJo was overcome with frantic desire and squatted down, smacking her bum on the way. He inhaled deep into her womanly fragrance and planted a kiss on one cheek but ended up biting into it a little, gnawing and chewing away like a ravenous sex-starved animal.

“Oi” squealed Amanda with sudden surprise.

“Grrrrr…” growled JoJo as he thoroughly enjoyed Amanda’s delicious rump.

Breathing in Amanda’s scent deeply, JoJo arose and shucked her panties in one swift movement. Panties around her knees, Amanda arched her back to reveal a sopping wet mound of pussy with a trim little bush.

JoJo’s underwear came down and his now enormous hard-on flopped out, pointed nearly straight up. He pushed it into Amanda’s ass cheeks and down through her labia, moistening it along the way. He slid it underneath Amanda, grazing her clit before pulling it up to her greasy opening. The heat baked JoJo’s cock and the thick smell of her pussy juices intoxicated his senses beyond reason.

Amanda let out a wanton grunt and her whole body quivered, her knees almost buckling. She leaned further over the desk and gripped it harder for support.

JoJo plunged the entire length of his unit into Amanda and they both groaned, helplessly out of control.

His balls thrust her so deeply and so forcefully that they got soaked with Amanda’s now drizzling pussy.

Amanda could barely hold on for the ride. JoJo grabbed her so tight around her midsection and pulled her onto him so hard that her pussy hairs tickled his nut-sack. Amanda’s breathing quickened and her squeals got more rhythmic and high pitched. Her snatch tightened up around JoJo’s cock and he could feel her cunt muscles squeezing around him tighter, tighter, until she was practically milking him for all he was worth.

JoJo couldn’t handle any more and let loose the most fierce, creamy load he had ever unleashed into a woman. It kept flowing more and more as Amanda’s snatch became drenched in a combination of both their juices.

They both slouched against the desk, quivering, momentarily unable to stand up straight.

Finally JoJo extracted his still hard penis from Amanda. Standing there, breathing hard, fully erect and dripping with Amanda’s pleasure slime, he said “Yeah, I like that frumpy bum”

Felicity and Travis

“Cat-napping again, Travis?” the sultry smooth voice snaps Travis McEwen out of his ‘agile brainstorming’ session, which to the untrained eye looks strangely similar to dozing off in his cubicle.

One of the perks in working for the wealthy high-tech company Lucid Periphery Inc. is getting to apply some abstract productivity techniques. Project manager, Felicity Freebody always pokes fun at Travis, but deep down she knows that a stress-free programmer is a productive programmer. She just likes to have an excuse to rattle Travis’ chain a little. Maybe get him to notice her. She has certainly noticed him over the past 4 months since Travis started with the company.

The latest project deadline has been a doozy. It has been hard for Felicity to find time to show her true self to Travis. She could tell right away there was something special about him and that they would get along famously. Felicity’s track record with men hasn’t been the greatest. It is so hard to find one who is attentive to her needs. Maybe this is why Travis’ remarkable
attentiveness to the details of the software they are developing intrigues her so much.

Now if only she could refocus his probing senses onto her own personal pleasure…

Travis swivels his toned body around to face the inquisitor head-on with his piercing blue-grey eyes. “Well hello there, my slave-driver of everlasting compassion.” Travis leans back and plays with a pen in his mouth as he inspects the beautiful beast in front of him with squinty-eyed determination. “You know me. Always trying to keep my head screwed on straight so I can delve deeply into these program codes with passion, to satisfy my benevolent boss.”

“Passion indeed! The only passion I just witnessed was passionate snoring,” mocked Felicity.

“Oh you want to see even more passion directed at something else, do you? Wait, what have we got here?” Travis suddenly notices what Felicity is wearing and stands up, determined to inspect and fondle her outfit.

Felicity’s hair is done up even more lavishly than normal with her dark bronze locks descending in tight spirals. Each one a staircase to Rapunzel, ascending past her beautiful dimpled face with freckles so plentiful yet so subtle that only the most devout admirer could count them all.

In accordance with the 19^th century Rapunzel look, Felicity has on a willowy green camisole normally only worn by elf princesses, cinched at her midsection with a golden rope. Her long dangling leaf-plate earrings match up perfectly as their metallic glint, reflecting the warm summer sunshine through the window draw Travis’ attention away from the rope he had been reaching for.

“Hey, what are you grabbing at?” chastised Felicity, but she does not move away.

“Oh, it’s just so silky looking. I want to know if it feels like that velvet rope at the museum” explains Travis, blushing a little at his instinctive forwardness.

“As a matter of fact, it is exactly like at the museum. Looking allowed but no touching,” Felicity wags her finger derisively with a wry smile on her face and stands her ground mere inches from Travis’ greedy little fingers.

Travis’ heart sinks. He’s been hoping to find an excuse to have a little “accidental” fender bender with Felicity for a while now.

Every time he works up the nerve to try out his best impression of a smooth-talking lothario, she sees right through it and shuts him down. He could swear that she likes him though. Or maybe it’s just in his mind. It is so hard to tell, what with their “absolutely no colleague fraternization” rule at the company. Felicity takes this very seriously and Travis does too because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he got Felicity fired over a little unrequited love fling.

Travis sighs, every time he thinks about it, that Barenaked Ladies song runs through his head “Lovers… in a dangerous time.”

Meanwhile Felicity has similar feelings on the matter, although some days she wishes Travis would be a little less concerned for her economic well-being. After all, there are ways around the prying eyes at the office. A little sudden stop in the hallway with her back end presented nicely outward for a good smack. Something to think about late at night, alone in her cold bed. Sigh.

“So what brings you to wake me… er I mean to disrupt me from my brainstorming session, Felicity?” says Travis

“Oh, nothing much,” says Felicity as she saunters into the tiny cubicle, brushing her curvy body against Travis as she pretends to look at something on the wall, “did you know we just set up a new audio-video suite?”

“Yeah, I heard about that. Is there really a vibrating chair?” asks Travis. The audio-video suite is a special productivity room where employees can go to unplug from job stress for a while.

“Sure is. Come check it out,” insists Felicity as she turns around suddenly and her bosom brushes against Travis’ arm ever so slightly, making her sensitive nipple hard in the process.

Felicity quivers a bit with passion as she pushes Travis out of the cubicle. “Well go on then,” she demands to distract from her ripening fruit under her shirt and the accompanying implosive pang of desire deep within her.

Travis enjoys being pushed around a little and purposely resists being thrust out of such close proximity to Felicity whose warmth he can feel. What a nice way to wake up thought Travis. He steps slowly out of the cubicle and down the hallway towards the audio-video room.

Felicity follows close behind Travis and notices his powerful hips swaying with each step and how plump and juicy his rear-end looks under his baby blue jeans. Felicity’s implosive pang of desire begins to slowly explode through her loins and her impulsive urges overcome her. She reaches out and grabs Travis’ ass, as she has imagined many times before. Something about this day has her impulsive urges raging so hard. Maybe it is Travis’ recent personal questions asked of her. If he feels entitled to get so personal then surely she should have the ability to reciprocate.

Travis feels the tantalizing tentacle upon his rump. This causes him to nearly stop dead in his tracks. As he begins to turn toward the subject of mutual desire, Felicity gives him another hard push on the small of his back, “Get going. What are you stopping for?”

Travis continues reluctantly, while trying to comprehend what exactly is going on “Um, I uh, just…” he sputters.

Before any comprehensible words escape Travis’ lips, Felicity spanks him, bumside, hard enough to make a pleasant “smack” sound.

“March,” orders felicity.

“Ok then,” resigns Travis to accept whatever is going on, since he is beginning to lose all decision-making abilities as his body refocuses its immediate purpose somewhere in the vicinity of the spanking meted out by this elven overlord.

They reach the audio-visual room without further incident. Inside they find a big-screen TV mounted on the wall, playing pleasant nature scenes and sounds. The vibrating “chair” is a strange half-bed, half-seat which would not be out of place in a medieval torture chamber. There are also a couple of other more regular looking chairs off to the side of this monstrous centrepiece.

“Wow, this is nice,” comments Travis as he scans the small room, assessing the artwork on the wall and the various lighting fixtures, “what does this do?” as he turns on one of the lamps in the corner. The entire room lights up in a red glow. “Kinda makes it look like a sleazy sex brothel.”

“HA! Oh, Travis,” chuckles Felicity, touching Travis’ arm. She was thinking the same thing. Their minds in noticeable synchronicity. “Hop on, try it out.”

Travis snaps to. He was thinking about something else for a moment. “Oh… the chair.”

“Yes the chair, silly, what did you think I meant?” says Felicity.

“Ok, how do I work this strange thing?” asks Travis.

“Just lay back in it and these buttons here control the vibrations,” Felicity points out the anachronistic digital controls on this 18^th century implement of punishment.

Travis does as he is told, playing with the options, all of which send powerful vibrations into his various body parts. “WHOA!” he yelps as the automated sequence option activates. “That feels like a half-dozen Swedish chefs kneading me like I’m a ball of dough.”

Travis jumps up out of the chair and finds himself face-to-face with Felicity in her half-dream state. “Bourg Dee Bourg, no thank you,” Travis inhales the pleasant aroma wafting off of Felicity at such a close proximity. “You try it then.”

Felicity opens her eyes wider and sees Travis breathe deep. He seems to relax like her scent is a chloroform for his soul. This intrigues her. Entices her. She licks her lips at these thoughts, remaining close to Travis like they are standing on a crowded bus. “You want me to be pleasured by 6 guys at once, do you?” the twinkle in her eye betrays the playful musings building inside her. She reaches tentatively to encircle his wait with her arm.

Travis sees the mischievous look. Feels her female tendrils lulling him into a false sense of security. False or not, Travis cannot take any more innuendo without firing back. He looks very seriously into Felicity’s widening pupils which are ringed with multi-coloured brown strata. “Well…” Travis begins, raising his eyebrows, “at least one.”

Travis closes the remaining gap between them, slips his warm hands around her midsection. Felicity shifts her own grasp up to Travis’ broad shoulders.

Travis finally gets a feel of the silky rope attached to Felicity which cinches her Tolkien garb close to her hourglass body. “Ahhh… the forbidden velvet rope…”

Travis goes in for a mock kiss with full intention of pulling back and laughing at the last second. That last second never comes because Felicity, seeing the obvious pretend affection decides to one up him and plays right along, moving her lips closer too in a game of bouche chicken ending in surprise collision. A shock to both of them is the actual meeting of their sensitive body parts in this overt act of defiance against the powers that be.

Even more surprising is how nice it feels to make this spontaneous connection. The pleasure of a warm summer breeze brushing past their cheeks, cooled by an icy glass of lemonade. Felicity wanting to drink more of this refreshing elixir, slides her hands across Travis’ shoulders to the back of his neck, securing him in place so his minty fresh self cannot deprive her of consuming every drop of deliciousness he harbours inside him.

Travis pulls Felicity by her lower back in to the embrace, making their hips get acquainted quite thoroughly. The volcano between them is dormant no more. Lava seeps through, moistening and oiling up a long-forgotten juggernaut of bliss.

The pleasant aroma is now a full-on knockout drug in Travis’ nose strills. He parts his lips to let the exploratory tongue of Felicity have its way inside him. The olfactory inebriation augments. The taste of Felicity is the legendary elven ambrosia finally unveiled. Sensory pleasure overtakes them both.

Travis permits his hopeful tongue to carry out a series of tiny taste tests. Each furtive journey into Felicity’s hungry mouth melts away the glacial nervousness. Balled up joy uncoils in his loins. Along with this, something else uncoils in his trousers.

Felicity enjoys the meeting of their tongues so much that it takes her a moment to realize Travis’ second protrusion which is also aching for a “how do you do.” Upon sensing how badly he wants her, she emits her wanton call-to-arms “Mmmm” and begins stroking Travis’ neck with unyielding passion.

The imperative is dispatched from Felicity’s fingers, through Travis’ brain stem, down his spine, across his shoulders, and down his arms. Travis’ hands strike out on their own toward Felicity’s waist, now with a direct link to Felicity’s desires. Finding their way under the royal garment, Felicity’s bare skin at the base of her hourglass ripples with goose bumps then yields fully to the sensation. After successfully conquering this lower territory, Travis’ palms are drawn upwards to unexplored land, at the drum of his fingers.

Travis’ hands continue their Imperialist crusade towards the capital twin cities, ensuring that each square inch of territory has succumbed to his “armed” forces. The whimpering of surrender signifies the successful invasion of each new erogenous zone. Finally, Travis reaches the coveted heartland, flanking the citadel hills upon which lies the quintessential congress to govern the entire planet of Felicity Prime.

Felicity pauses her oral indulgences as the ascension of her highlands begins, ever so slowly. Her breath gets caught in her throat as her eyes widen, but resistance is futile. With all of her defences taken down by Travis’ skilled hands, she can only gape, wide-eyed at Travis’ Cheshire grin while her final fortress falls to the enemy.

The pink pleasure points quiver tightly in fear and uncertainty regarding their future sovereignty as they are surmounted and worked to exhaustion. The ever increasing pressure starts as a small spark but billows into a 5-alarm conflagration.

Still rapt with startled anticipation, Felicity trembles with need. “Oh… Travis…”

“Yes, my little gooseberry?” asks the Cheshire cat. Felicity wonders if he will begin to vanish, because this is too good to be true.

“What are you going to do to me? You can’t stop there,” pleads a breathless Felicity.

Only now does Travis realize that Felicity is wearing a short, striped skirt. Now refocused onto the possibilities down below, Travis’ busy hands relinquish custody of her taut nipples.

Vexed at the loss of sensations to her pleasure peaks, but hopeful about other immediate possibilities, Felicity swallows hard. “You know, this door has a lock on it.”

“Should I lock us in here, Felicity?” says Travis with dubious eyebrows. “What would we do?”

Travis sizes up this luscious specimen he’s been looking over for the past 4 months. Felicity probably thinks he’s been over-looking her but secretly he has been playing through this moment in his mind, over and over again. So many possibilities and permutations explored only in his dreams. He wants to savour and prolong this experience now that it has finally come true.

Travis backs away from her slowly like she is a mama bear protecting her cubs. “I don’t know if I’d be safe with you in your current state of Chaos.”

Oh my goodness, thinks Felicity, he’s not really going to leave me like this. A whisper of lamentation bubbles up out of her.

Travis bumps into the door, stares earnestly at the red-faced Felicity and the crisp, satisfying “CLICK” of the lock caresses the airwaves.

Felicity’s nervous uncertainty is fortified by an impassioned excitement.

Travis takes the time to thoroughly inspect his quarry. Starting with that diagonally striped skirt he failed to notice in his sleepy haze. The woodsy green-brown pattern completes the elf look. It drapes over her wide womanly hourglass base. Those hips just make a man ravenous with possibility. The perfect handholds to get a good grip for wielding her body like an attachment to a powerful weapon.

Felicity’s camisole is now a little rumpled and has two fully ripened raspberries straining the fabric in front of her juicy-looking cumquats angled slightly upward.

Her cleavage and have turned a nice shade of crimson to illustrate the fire burning inside her. The deep red is heaving with each hungry ingestion of oxygen to power her vital organs. She looks to be fully powered up yet tentative. Her rosy cheeks betray an underlying shyness about this whole thing.

Felicity’s spiral hair dangles tidily, still relatively undisturbed. Travis snickers as he ponders how long it will remain intact. He strides toward her now like she is the golden goose.

Surprise overtakes Felicity as she is lifted by her hips and placed firmly into the massage chair. Travis’ body follows her own as she leans all the way back, his palms still pressed against her sides, fingers firmly gripping the feminine handholds.

Face-to-face in a prone position, Travis speaks so low and deep that Felicity can feel the vibrations. “Safe or not, you bad girl, I’m gonna have to soften you up a little. You’ve been asking for it.”

Travis glides body, face and hands down the length of Felicity’s sleek self. Felicity’s breathing increases in harmony with her heartbeat. As Travis’ hands touch bare leg, he pauses. Felicity gasps and holds her breath.

Travis’ fingers thump rhythmically against the meaty thighs, feeling goose bumps rise with every caress of each digit. A quivering tremor originates from these touches and ascends through Felicity’s core as ripples in a pond.

Travis’ fingers reverse course, smooth along the undulating flesh, promoting the nymph skirt upward in the process. His face finds its way to a particularly warm spot on Felicity’s left thigh. She cannot stifle a small pleasure giggle as Travis’ nose presses into the sensitive area and sniffs. The hospitable aroma is a welcome addition to his olfactory bliss. A few friendly nibbles expresses his sublime satisfaction with this present state of affairs. The nibbling only intensifies Felicity’s utterances of delight.

Travis’ explorations carry on without self-consciousness until he locates Felicity’s sultry panties. “These have got to go,” he affirms unequivocally.

Fingers cross the distance to the waistband of the offending undergarment, curl around it and shuck the covering. This is made easy by the fact that Felicity is laid back in this crazy chair contraption with her legs up in the air. Travis pockets the panties and goes back to his consideration of the parts underneath.

Travis buries his head back under the striped skirt and locates the source of the warmth emanating from within. Felicity can feel his heavy breathing which enhances her anticipation to unbearable levels. Moisture begins to seep from her pleasure centre.

Travis’ tongue carefully extends, parts the lowest part of the clammy lips and tastes the cloaked goodness. The liquidy serum arouses Travis’ taste buds. He pushes in farther. Felicity moans a hearty sigh of half-relief, half-exasperation. Travis extracts his tongue, and re-inserts it several times. Each brief excursion into Felicity’s forbidden land ignites a taste sensation of miracle proportions.

The next stroke into the succulent succubus is drawn upwards. Travis’ inquisitive tongue asks Felicity’s clitoris for a slow dance. Felicity squeals and slams her hand down onto the control panel on the arm of the chair. The chair explodes into action, which makes the tongue-clit connection vibrate so formidably that Felicity detonates uncontrollably.

“Ohhhhhh…. Travis!!!” Felicity cries out. A rapturous intensity turns her inside out. Felicity thrashes about recklessly as her nectar drizzles all over Travis’ tongue.

Travis grabs hard the fleshy part of Felicity’s flared midriff and finishes off his playtime inside her labia. He stands up to inspect the throbbing, vibrating mess beneath him. Essence of Felicity trickles down his chin. Aftershocks crackle within the dazed creature he towers over with a smile a mile wide.

Felicity grasps for cooperation from her body, still racked with spasms. Lightning shooting through her makes it hard to see straight, let alone sit up to unite with her overlord above. She rallies for strength, grabbing the arm of the chair, flicking the controls to turn off the vibration in the process.

Travis snickers at this feeble display of helplessness. “Hehehe, what’s the matter my elfish princess? Has something sapped the royal verve from your loins?”

“Oh good golly, you wildebeest, what have you done to my self-control?” ponders Felicity, “come here, you. You’re not the only one who gets to taste some sex.” Felicity’s arms, now a little more robust as her vitality returns reach out to grab Travis by his waistband.

Felicity’s left hand pulls on Travis’ pants to bring him closer while her right gropes at the button on his jeans. She gets it undone and unzips him to reveal a bulge that looks far too constrained. She pulls out the underloons and reaches in to release the pent-up leviathan which surges forth as if on a mission of its own.

Travis’ behemoth happily flops into Felicity’s waiting mouth. Her tongue goes to work right away on the shaft of this viper which convulses like it is the sole remaining head of a desperate hydra. Felicity’s tongue spirals around and works its way up to the tip, working it back and forth ever so fiercely. Travis gasps and sputters, barely able to vocalize the words, “I can’t stand it any longer,” as he reaches beneath Felicity’s beautiful locks of hair to cup her face in his hands and pull her up to meet his mouth.

Travis connects their smooching mouths together to exchange some of the flavours as he pushes Felicity back into the chair where she belongs. “I need to be in you now,” he exclaims. The ache of the pulsations coursing through his body has him shaking as he reaches down to direct his fully enflamed flange into the sopping fissure between Felicity’s legs.

Travis spanks her crevice with his tool for good measure, the liquidy cleft spreading to happily engulf him. “Yeah, fill me up, Travis.” Felicity pleads earnestly as she reaches around his buttocks to force him to comply.

Travis pushes his abdomen forward, finds an extra tight spot a little ways in and pauses on it. He slips back and forth, feels the rim of his rooster hook onto the tightness as he pulls back just a bit, but not enough to get over the hump.

Felicity goes into a full trance, the sensations in her head sucking her into a dreamy funnel. Round and round, like water down a drain goes her consciousness.

Travis clenches his buttocks which makes his member swell even more than it already was. Felicity’s insides expand and contract as he does this. She can’t take it any longer. Her eruption begins gradually this time. Travis feels the molten goodness pouring out of her, sending a heat wave fluttering up his spine as he enters the same trance that Felicity was just in.

They both syphon down the dreamy funnel of mindlessness together. Undiluted pleasure engulfs the mutual lovers. Travis immerses fully into Felicity to inject her as deeply as humanly conceivable.

A torrent of bursts fractures the peace in the room as the lovers max out their orgasmic bliss by becoming one single-minded person. The gushing of the twin pumps attached to the Travis segment, perfectly synchronous with the suction of the Felicity fragment, powering the entirety of the sentience fluid to where it belongs. The moaning slows as the flow quells to a trickle.

Travis sinks down into the loving Felicity and licks her slightly salty forehead. She encircles his broad shoulders with her arms and giggles. “Oh Travis, stay inside me for a little while, please.”

Travis whispers into her ear. “Ok, but we can’t get caught like this.”

“I know… I know… but I just need to feel you… just for a minute.” Felicity clarifies.

“Ok, Felicity.” Travis complies. “Ok.”

Hannah and Dave

Dave works at the post office. It is almost all automated now so he has little to do with his busy mind. Hannah from HR comes by to keep him company. Her much appreciated visits have been increasing in frequency lately. Dave doesn’t know what to make of it. He hasn’t been with a woman in a LONG time and he assumes that Hannah is way out of his league, even though her interest seems to be objectively unmistakeable.

Dave keeps fantasizing about how to break the ice. How to get that first touch in a comfortable and natural way so that it is pleasant and tingly without being creepy.

Maybe Dave is making too much fuss over it in his mind but he’s had some non-ideal encounters with women and he’d be very upset to make some seemingly little mistake that screws everything up. He knows that thinking like this is likely to lead to such a mistake but he can’t help it. She’s actually a good one and for once he realizes it in the moment.

He has already screwed things up more than once and she doesn’t seem to be completely turned off yet. Could Hannah finally be the one who sees through Dave’s strange way of communicating difficult emotions to glimpse his underlying good intentions?

Dave wishes he could just tell Hannah that he’s hopelessly tumbling down the rabbit hole and that she can do no wrong. Empower her to feel absolutely calm and confident in being forward with him. As much as calmness is possible in the heat of lust.

Dave always finds it difficult to breach that barrier of ice without explicit say-so. Probably because he himself has had some unpleasant non-consensual experiences and would never want to subject someone to anything like that, so he is extra careful, much to his own detriment and much contrary to the wishes of a hot-blooded woman on several occasions.

Most of Dave’s encounters have been through internet social sites with explicit discussions in advance about the activities to follow. So as experienced as he is, Dave is still a mess in non-verbal situations.

With Hannah, Dave has imagined all manner of possible things she could do to him or tell him to do to her. So she need not worry about doing anything unexpected or unwanted. It is all wanted by Dave, rest assured. If Hannah only knew this, it could be a rare opportunity for her to experiment with someone new in ways that she never could before. With no fear of rejection or of doing something unwanted, she has complete uninhibited freedom to breach any barrier, to boldly go where no woman has gone before. The possibilities are endless. A knock on the door snaps Dave from his pleasant reverie.

It is Hannah of course, “Come to my office, Dave.”

Dave turns, his mind still in a dreamy haze. “Hmm?”

“What were you just thinking about? You look like you were pretty into it,” said Hannah.

“Oh, um… I was just… trying to figure out… how to work the copy machine,” said Dave.

“The copy machine, huh? I bet,” said Hannah.

“Yeah, yeah. I wanted to fill it with paper but I wasn’t sure if I needed to push some buttons first, so I was trying to think who might show me how it likes to be loaded with paper, I mean, the proper place to put it, I mean…” fumbled Dave.

“OK Dave, you know I happen to be pretty good with that machine. I’ll show you what button to push,” said Hannah. “Now come to my office before you tie your tongue into knots, you might need it later.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Dave. Now this was more like it. She was telling him clearly what he was to do. No mistaking it. Almost like she was reading his mind.

As they walked down the hall, Dave noticed Hannah was wearing a skirt. Skirts are like kryptonite for Dave. All his power to resist is instantly sapped from his body. He could see Hannah’s luscious, perfectly proportioned hips swaying back and forth, back and forth with a hypnotic rhythm nearly putting Dave into a trance. The fabric of the skirt flowing lustily to the timing of the tap, tap, tap of Hannah’s shoes. A perfect slow methodical pace, just perfect for if Dave were to reach out with both hands…

“Dave!” started Hannah as he bumped right into her from behind.

“Oh sorry,” said Dave, having not seen that she had stopped suddenly in her tracks. He had a half hard-on from staring at Hannah’s ass and worried she could feel it under her skirt.

Hannah blushed at that moment because she actually did feel it and what she felt she liked. Especially since she had been doing a lot of thinking about sex in the last few days and not nearly enough acting on it.

“I just stopped to ask you what you were doing for lunch today and to point out the new Italian restaurant we can see out the window here,” said Hannah, a little shaky with her words.

“Oh I wasn’t sure what my plans were yet, are you inviting me out?” said Dave.

“Of course I am inviting you out. Sometimes I think I have to spell everything out for you, Dave. You’re lucky I realize this and take the time to tell you exactly what I want,” said Hannah.

“Yeah Hannah, I am lucky, and I wish…” Dave trailed off.

“You wish huh?” said Hannah as if reading Dave’s mind again. “Let’s go.”

They approached Hannah’s office and turned in.

“Close the door, Dave,” said Hannah as she turned to face him, “the real reason I brought you to my office is…”

“Real reason?” said Dave, “you never told me a reason to begin with.”

“Oh, so do you just do whatever I ask you to, without needing a reason?” inquired Hannah.

“I guess I do,” said Dave.

“Well good. That makes this easy then. I’ve noticed the way you look at me, the little hearts you put on notes you send me. It is pretty obvious you want to kiss me,” said Hannah as she stepped in to Dave, carefully taking his hand and pressing it to her soft freckly face.

Dave’s breathing quavered as he exhaled strongly. The warmth of Hannah’s face was pleasant in contrast to his cool hand. Dave found himself taken over by a sense of need. He caressed Hannah’s cheek and slid his hand through her soft wavy hair, grazing her earlobe on the way. His hand instinctively curved around the nape of Hannah’s neck and he could feel the hairs back there were standing to attention as if in a military drill.

Tingles shot through Hannah like electricity on fire headed straight for the inside of her thighs.

They both licked their lips, ready for this moment that had been contemplated silently by each of them for much longer than was necessary but which built the tension and excitement of this moment to a climax.

The lips met one another as if they were twins reunited after a lifetime apart. The soft gentle touches of bare flesh warmly caressing one another was too much to handle. Just as the intensity of the smooching was increasing, Hannah pushed Dave back before it overwhelmed them both.

A little plaintive sigh of desperation escaped Dave’s lips as Hannah put her finger up to his mouth to shush him. Dave nipped Hannah’s finger a little bit and she slid it into his hot and hungry mouth, moistening it thoroughly. Then she pulled her finger out of his mouth and slid it down her skirt. Hannah made sure to fully coat her finger in her own juices which had emerged during the kiss to prepare her well-oiled lady machine for proper use.

Hannah’s finger emerged now sopping wet and she presented it to Dave’s eager looking face, for him to inhale her pure womanly goodness.

This drove Dave NUTS. He had to have a taste so he opened his mouth ever so slightly and let Hannah’s moist finger rest on his tongue, savouring the flavour of this heated woman before him. Then he devoured the liquid womanhood from Hannah’s finger as if it were the last drop of water on a desert island. After years of nothing like this, it practically was.

Earthquakes of desire ricocheted throughout Hannah’s innards as the butterflies of love ascended into her throat. She couldn’t hold back the gasp of surprise and happiness as Dave reached up and found the glass shards under her shirt pointing the way out of her perfect breasts. Dave applied just the right amount of pressure to make her feel more alive than she had all week.

Another audible sigh of air draining from Hannah escaped when Dave reached behind her and yanked her close by the small of her back. His other hand went exploring, hiked up her skirt and cupped the meaty part of her Gluteus Maximus. Hannah could feel Dave’s hot breath on her neck as he sniffed around like a ravenous beast. It felt like that one whiff of Hannah’s innards was Dr. Jekyll’s potion that had brought out an uncontrollable sexual were-rabbit that was ready to make bunnies.

The deep breathing escalated into nips and sucks at Hannah’s neck and earlobe. Dave’s hands held her so close and so tight, Hannah was able to fully release all muscular control and relax into Dave’s arms and his hungry sensations as he devoured her from top to bottom.

Dave pulled his head back, stared deeply into Hannah’s glazed eyes and kissed her gently but with a vibrating energy just below the surface that Hannah could tell was an internal struggle. Dave was having to keep from eating her alive. The sweet and salty flavour from Hannah’s finger gift could be tasted on Dave’s mouth. This drove them both all the more wild, needing more, right away.

Dave couldn’t take it any longer. He slid all the way down the length of Hannah’s body, taking her panties with him and inhaling her lusty heat along the way. Hannah stepped out of the panties and Dave grabbed her again by the hips and buttocks, lifting her right off her feet and planting her half on her back in the desk chair as he parted her legs and went in.

First, he nibbled up her thigh, the wetness and the saltiness leading the way to the pot of gold. Then his fingers came up to the tickly spot between her anus and vagina, sliding just barely past her lips, sinking into a watery pudding of lubricants. Hannah was a well-oiled machine indeed. The path traced by Dave’s fingers roared to life inside Hannah like a match on a trail of Kerosene.

Dave’s nose trekked into Hannah’s forest of hair producing tingles spreading across both Dave and Hannah. Dave’s tongue emerged, a pointy soldier marching onward dutifully. The tongue that Hannah had warned earlier that Dave might need to use swept upwards from where Dave’s fingers rested, all the way up to the now throbbing clitoris, moving more and more cautiously as it crept towards the sweet spot like a hunter stalking its prey. This clit wasn’t getting away today. Its capture and full massage was inevitable.

For Hannah, time froze as she was swept into a pleasure vortex deeper and deeper, the previously relevant seeming world fading from existence as Dave’s tongue reached closer and closer to its quarry and his fingers merged deeper and deeper into her sensory pleasure sinkhole, finding ridges and ripples of pure bliss on the inside.

Finally, Dave’s tongue hit pay dirt after what seemed like a year of anticipation.

“Oh. Mon. Dieu,” was all that Hannah could mutter.

“Breathe, baby. Relax right into it,” a muffled Dave managed to utter.

Hannah complied and found that the more she relaxed and released all tension as she exhaled, the more intensely the tingles, which had now reached her toes, were building.

Hannah had never realized that sexual pleasure could be so powerful and yet so slowly overwhelming, like a lazy cloud shifting ever so slightly to cover the sun, this experience dominated her senses so fully that even the halos of light she saw through her eyes abated and dimmed to the point that she forgot where she was. This blissful pre-orgasmic sensation had become the entirety of her universe.

So she was naturally stunned when between her moans of pleasure she found William standing at the door looking sheepish saying, “Ummm… sorry guys.”

William was another co-worker that Hannah had had eyes for, for even longer than she had known Dave.

Before she even had fully snapped back to reality, Hannah had blurted out, “It’s ok, William was just joining us.”

“I was?” William commented quizzically.

“He was?” Dave turned to see him, his face actually dripping with Hannah’s juices now.

“Yes, he was. He is,” Hannah corrected.

In unison both Dave and William shrugged “OK.”

“Now close that door and lock it this time,” said Hannah as Dave returned to his pleasure giving.

William complied. Clicking the lock securely.

“Come over here, you,” beckoned Hannah.

William complied, standing close to Hannah as she wrestled with the button and zipper on his jeans. Finally success and his pants dropped to his knees. Hannah peeled back the underwear which was stretched taught from the huge bulge and out flopped a nearly fully erect penis that she could actually SEE William’s heart beat in as it pumped larger and larger with every squeeze of his now fast-beating heart muscle.

“Oh William, I never knew,” cried Hannah with glee.

“Never knew what?” asked William.

“How much you liked me,” was the last thing Hannah said before taking as much of the man meat she could fit into her mouth which was not nearly enough. William heaved a throaty grunt as barely a quarter of the pulsing organ fit inside Hannah’s devouring mouth.

She worked the shiny head extensively which William seemed to thoroughly enjoy but had to pause every so often as Dave hit a particularly nice spot between her legs. Hannah’s juices flowed so freely now she could no longer discern the borderline between climax and normalcy. It was all just one 30 minute long orgasm like she never thought possible.

Finally Hannah could stand it no more. She had two eager and compliant penises right here and she was wetter than the waterslides at a theme park. She had to have them inside of her.

First she got Dave freed of his confining clothes. As she set loose his boa constrictor, it bonked her on the forehead. It was even bigger than William’s.

“Oh I am so taking you into my pussy,” yelped Hannah.

She directed Dave to sit in the armless office chair while she straddled him and guided his tree branch toward the pleasure factory. She paused near the opening to sluice Dave’s penis back and forth across the liquidy lips, her bouncers to her own private dance club for VIPs only. That is Very Important Penises.

Ever so slowly she slid down onto Dave’s heartbeat-transmitting ramrod, realizing she had never felt this full in her life. Every single nerve ending on all sides of her pleasure hole activated simultaneously, making her think she might burst from pure pleasure overload.

As she got comfortable with feeling Dave inside of her and began to relax fully into his chest and his neck, she called back to the waiting William.

“Billy boy, I need you inside me too. Make sure I’m fully lubed,” Hannah chanted.

Hannah was not used to playing in the forbidden cavern but these men knew what they were doing and she trusted them implicitly. She had heard stories about the possibilities of anal G-spot stimulation but nobody had ever struck her as the right type to broach that sort of subject. She wisely did not want to create unpleasant memories of an activity which could be extraordinarily pleasurable if done right and sparingly so.

William lathered up a finger with saliva and tested out the extra opening in back of Hannah right next to where Dave’s blooming manhood was lodged. Excitement coursed through Hannah as the possibilities of a new sensation sunk in fully.

Bill was very careful to wet down Hannah’s back door prior to entry and with Hannah’s saliva still dripping off his now rock hard penis, it was more than enough so he went to work. First, he carefully positioned his head right where it needed to go, then kissed Hannah’s neck, reached around and felt up her tits. The nipples were like little diamonds and Hannah loved the feeling of being squeezed.

As Bill distracted her with nipple play and cooed softly into her ear to relax right into it, let it all in. No worries, only pleasurable sensations, Dave began to work his thumb on Hannah’s clit which was exposed just above his cock shaft.

This was so intense for Hannah, she had no choice but to succumb to these two men’s virile erections and finally Bill slipped in past the point of no return. The direct access to Hannah’s G-spot from inside her anus and with Dave’s throbbing shaft putting all the more pressure on it made Hannah ecstatic.

The two penises began rhythmically pumping in and out of Hannah, just ever so slightly, back and forth. It was all that was needed.

“Oh my God… Bill and Dave!” Hannah’s words came in gasps of air.

Hannah could swear their cocks were actually getting bigger with each small thrust. And they probably were since climax was nearing very quickly for all three with Hannah’s explosive orgasm just brimming to the surface, any second the TNT would detonate. Then it was too much for William.

With all the cock sucking he had endured earlier and Hannah’s attractiveness and womanly scent looming in his nostrils, he began to erupt. First with a low moan, getting louder as the head of his penis expanded so big that Hannah’s juices were squeezed out forcefully. This began a chain reaction as Hannah’s involuntary muscle spasms began to resonate and Dave’s balls tightened up fully in preparation to shot a humungous load into Hannah’s womb.

The sound of these three reaching climax simultaneously could have been heard throughout the entire workplace. Lucky thing it was a Sunday.

William filled Hannah’s ass. Dave filled her pussy and Hannah squirted so hard she burst a blood vessel in her eye.

The two flavours of frothy sperm were so voluminous, it had to ooze out both of Hannah’s holes because there was no more room inside her.

Hannah flopped around as if experiencing a grand mal seizure from the spasmodic paroxysm.

The mess was unbelievable when Hannah finally came to and realized she had completely ruined her nice office chair.

“You boys made such a mess in here,” chastised Hannah playfully.

“I’m sorry, we’ll clean up your office, Hannah baby,” said Dave.

“I wasn’t referring to my office,” retorted Hannah.

They all laughed and cherished this rare moment forever.

A MESS AT TWO

Location: Alcatraz – Spring 1953

Dax and Lemans do their daily laps in the human-sized hamster cage called a yard.

“I don’t like the way that Brazeau guy stares me down. It’s creepy,” said Lemans.

“Yeah you guys don’t get along too well do you?” said Dax.

“Nope, but you know who does seem to get along famously? You and that cute psychologist who comes to see you all the time. I think she likes you,” said Lemans.

“Really? How So?” said Dax “You mean Jennie?”

“Yeah duh, Jennie. She’s always here to see you and the way she stands there and talks to you. She seems interested. You know there’s been a lot of inmates that got together with staff after they got out,” said Lemans.

“Oh yeah, is that right?” said Dax.

“Yeah man. Guards, parole officers, there was a lady in Finance, she quit her job to be with an inmate. This one guy I knew was dating a psychologist here. A lifer. He got out to a halfway house for a few weeks but they brought him back in on something stupid. Then he killed himself like a few weeks later. Jumped off the balcony in the dome. Real sad.”

“Geez, yeah that sucks. He just got out and could finally be with her then that happened,” said Dax.

“But Listen, I really think this girl likes you. I’ve seen the way she was trying to yank your chain. You put her in her place though. Yeah that was good. Ha Ha. You didn’t let her push you around,” said Lemans.

“What, the other day when she was standing by the steps?” asked Dax.

“Yeah, she stayed late to talk to you. She was acting like you were supposed to worship her or something, but you didn’t go for it,” Lemans said. “Put her right in her place.”

“Uh-huh,” said Dax lazily as he tried to evade the mud by his shoe, and maybe the topic of discussion too.

This was a sore spot for Dax. Unbeknownst to Lemans or any of the other inmates, he’d had a crush on Jennie for a while now. He had gotten all frustrated and defeated, feeling like she didn’t understand him and had sent her some crazed letters in frustration and emotional angst. He had felt very badly about that and was now worried he had sabotaged whatever good feelings may have been blossoming between the two of them.

She claimed to forgive him and maybe she did. After all, she had actually told him how “invested” she was, whatever that meant, and acknowledged his feelings and had put in even more effort than before, coming in to see him on Sunday no less. Now if Dax could only forgive himself. That was the tricky part.

Sitting around in his cell later that afternoon, Dax was pining away thinking about Jennie. He was remembering all the failed relationships he’d had and flashing back to times when only in the aftermath when it was too late did he realize he should have just thrown caution to the wind and gone for it.

He conjures up vivid recall of the few times he’d given up completely and in figuring he had nothing to lose anyway, did something very forward. At the time he was sure it would scare the woman off for good but strangely and to his disbelief, she had actually reciprocated. This is definitely not one of those times, he laments.

This Jennie was different. A real classy, grade ‘A’ female with crotch-rippingly good looks, a great job and smarts too! A man could look all his life and never find anyone as great as this. She had options beyond the hopes of all the mere mortal women out there.

Why would she even think twice about me, ponders Dax. But he goes ahead and writes up a secret message for her to test the waters without going in head first. In this message he uses his pen name that he was known by. He used to write secret dispatches to be published about how inhumane things are in this jail.

In his letter to Jennie, Dax professes his deepest, barest emotional self to her and tells her they can talk in secret codes around other inmates so that she won’t get into trouble if she was interested. He tells her their first code will mean “I love you” and to say “see you Tuesday”. But only say it if you really mean it, Dax affirms.

Dax hands his letter over to their secret go-between and puts it completely out of his mind, assuming he’ll never hear from Jennie again. Sure enough, right on schedule Jennie shows up the very next day. They have a nice discussion as usual, purposely avoiding topics of personal relevance.

As the discussion is wrapping up because the guard is banging on the window saying “time’s up, whatever you’re psycho-babbling about, wrap it up.”

Jennie begins to get very nervous. “There was one last thing I wanted to discuss, before I go. I’m trying to remember what it was”

“COME ON NOW, I ain’t got all day here,” yells the guard as Dax stands up and turns to leave.

Jennie stands as the guard pulls Dax away. “Oh well, we’ll have to talk about it next time. See you Tuesday.”

Dax does a double-take, not sure if he heard right, if he’s dreaming, or just hallucinating, making things up in his own head that he wants to hear. “See you…”

“Tuesday,” says Jennie. “See you Tuesday,” and she quickly steps away through the door to the outside.

“…yeah… Tuesday,” mumbles the stunned Dax as he mindlessly trudges down the Alcatraz corridor.

All weekend Dax stews, pacing back and forth endlessly. Obsessing over this recent development it takes over his whole world.

Did I really hear that? Yeah, she said it twice. I couldn’t have been hearing things. Did she even get my letter? Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe she didn’t read it yet. Maybe she’s going to be embarrassed when she reads it and realizes what she said. Maybe I didn’t write what I thought I wrote. Maybe “see you Tuesday” meant something else, like “have a nice day,” or maybe it meant something less intense like “I like you,” kind of, sort of, maybe a bit, or not at all.

The tension and uncertainty was almost palpable, like a guy gets when he is about to propose and he’s not sure if the answer is going to be “why yes darling” or “ha ha, you actually thought I liked you?” Wow. Maybe she does like me, thought Dax.

Dax summoned up the whole force of his emotional strength and prepared a thoughtful poem for his sweet Jennie.

My Jennie darling I like you
And if you find you like me too
See me again and give me a clue
Stand right up when the clock strikes two
Take my hand and tell me what to do
♥ DAX

That should do the trick, thinks Dax. Jennie often came to see him at 1:30pm for about an hour so this would be perfect. He’d work his magic to get one of the good guards to escort him to his Jennie visit, then he’d be all alone with her once the guard wandered off to do whatever it is that good guards do when they’re not watching the inmate they’re supposed to be watching.

Dax drifts off to sleep that night with all sorts of wild visions in his head. He can be heard mumbling into his pillow as he slips into La-La land. “Oh Jennie, mmmmmm.”

At 1:25pm the next day, Dax is practically jumping out of his own skin like a grasshopper about to shed a layer.

“DAX! VISIT!” are precisely the words he had been waiting to hear.

He leaps to his feet as the guard rounds the corner. Yes! The good guard, just as he had hoped.

They hurry to the visit room and the guard buzzes off as expected.

Jennie looks even more potent and womanly than ever. She had obviously gone to some trouble to get herself ready this morning. She was wearing a lavender coloured blouse with one too many buttons undone. Her skimpy bra was barely covering her nipples and was completely see-through anyway. She was wearing dangly earrings that were shaped like Capricorn symbols from the zodiac. Capricorn just happened to be Dax’s sign. Jennie was actually wearing eye shadow which was just barely subtle enough to see but it matched the top she had on. She never wore eye shadow, at least not that Dax had ever seen. She had worn lipstick on a few occasions before, but despite the obvious adornments, there was strangely no lipstick today.

Dax was kind of locked into a trance by this whole picture that he completely lost his train of thought. He found himself unintentionally doing a slow scan of Jennie as she stood up, to greet him. Her hair was nice and wavy and shimmering with sunlight dripping off of it. Her breasts seemed to be more heaving than usual, almost as if they wanted to leap out of her truly flimsy and unnecessary bra onto his lap and cry out, Hi Dax! We’ve been so bored lately. Wanna play? Her nipples were noticeably hard, almost like she’d been tweaking them just before he arrived.

Dax could not stifle the erection which suddenly sprang to life in his pants as graphic images of the kinds of things that would make Jennie’s nipples hard, flashed before his bulging eyes.

A peculiar stutter sound fumbled out of Dax’s lips, like he was freezing cold but boiling hot at the same time.

As Jennie’s torso emerged from behind the table, Dax could see that she was wearing a pleaded skirt to match her top, and the lids of her eyes, which she batted seductively at him. Dax could only imagine what was underneath the pleats of that thin purplish fabric. The mere thought caused his breath to catch and he stumbled to reaffirm his balance when his head went woozy. Dax’s heart pounded in two vital organs at once.

“Careful, Dax, are you feeling all right?” Jennie asked with deep concern in her voice and eyes.

“Whew, yeah, I just feel like a flock of geese flew through my brain,” bargained Dax, “what is the occasion, Jennie?”

“It’s Tuesday,” said Jennie with the widest crocodile grin, “now help me keep an eye on the time, it’s already quarter to two, Dax,” Jennie glanced sideways at Dax through her fluttering lashes.

They barely had time to talk about the results of the latest psych questionnaire Dax had filled out when Jennie suddenly stood up and held out her hand.

“It’s two o’clock,” said Jennie, trying to subdue the nervous tree frogs in her larynx.

Dax had totally lost track of time, of space, of the fact that she obviously read his poem and the hour of two is bearing down on them like a Tasmanian devil which has just burst out of Dax’s ear after chewing through his now malfunctioning brain.

Jennie’s heart is in direct violation of the speed limit, of the “no trampolines” bylaw, and of noise ordinances from three counties over. Her best impression of a woman who knows exactly what she’s doing only works because most of Dax’s grey matter has been consumed by that pesky varmint which is now swirling around the room, making it impossible for either of them to see straight.

Jennie can’t bear the tension any longer. It has been only about three seconds flat and Dax is in the process of extending his arm but her brain is on overdrive, sensing every single nerve tingle as if it were a laser beam in a house of mirrors. Jennie grabs Dax forcefully by the arm and he is suddenly keenly aware of why she wants to take up boxing.

“Stand up, you,” she orders.

“Yes ma’am,” salutes Dax.

“That’s enough of your insubordination already. You will stand there and you will thoroughly enjoy what’s about to happen to you. Try not to fall over and make a mess,” she barks.

“Mess of wh…” Dax is interrupted by undulating waves of pleasure rippling through him as a tongue probes the secret sensitive parts of his ear.

Dax inhales deeply. The smell of this hungry woman dissolves the remaining thirty-seven functioning brain cells north of the equator.

As Ed the brain cell, the very last one of the bunch to suck back his beer and stumble hopelessly out of the brain cell saloon, smacks past the swinging entryway shutters, they fall off the hinges, then the entire saloon collapses in front of him. Then the entire town’s structures crumble, except for a single sign that reads:

Brain Town,
Population: ▓▒▓░▓

Just then a kid on a tricycle pedals up and rolls a sticker onto the sign over where the numbers used to be. The sticker says “JENNIE”.

By the time Dax sucks as much air as he can into his now radioactive lungs, Jennie is already working on the nape of his neck, sampling it like it is a fine cuisine and she is an expert connoisseur judging the most important contest of the year.

The undiluted Dax musk makes her baby factory spring leaks in all the important hoses and ducts. Earthy like potato chips with a hint of vinegar. Perfect to go with her salty self. She is going to need to call in the janitor after hours to clean up the soupy concoction under her soon-to-be steam-pressed panties.

As Jennie works her way down Dax’s neck with her soft but demanding kisses, under his neck she notices a letter “J” shaved into the spot under his goatee. It is faint and only noticeable when she gets up close and personal but it is definitely there. She pulls back to look Dax in the eye. “What’s this?” as she tugs on the little hair tuft attached to the “J”.

“Just a little memento of how I feel deep down,” asserts Dax.

“Hm. How sweet. Well I’m not putting a ‘D’ into my shaggy lioness, I’ll have you know,” she makes clear.

“Tha…” the word never fully gets free of his lips before Jennie is pressed against them.

Dax gets his arms snugly around her and takes liberties with the small of her back as she fervently plays some tongue hokey-pokey with Dax’s slightly parted, quivering lips. Those aren’t the only lips that are quivering once Dax untucks her shirt and slides his smooth hands up it in all the right places. All the breath sucks out of Jennie and she needs more of him – right now. But as she leans back to try to catch her breath and go for the goods, it is too late. Dax’s face is already buried into her cleavage and those magic hands move to cup the bulbous mounds of almond joy. The infamous centre of those tootsie rolls is located and if Dax thought she had hard nipples before, boy was he in for a surprise as they strain like sunflowers to meet the sun-god Ra.

Dax can’t even stand to take the time for snaps or clasps or hooky things on the bra to disrobe it properly. He just yanks it up over the Jell-O mold boobies and thanks to Jennie’s simultaneously having undone her own remaining buttons on her blouse, the empowering ambrosia is unleashed. The ripest nectar of this most sensuous goddess goes straight into Dax’s mouth, elongated nipple and all.

Oh the sucking sounds he makes as Jennie’s brain goes temporarily on auto-pilot. She momentarily lapses into contemplations of him devouring other delicious parts of her. Then she remembers, that he was supposed to be the one being pleasured into implosive oblivion yet he’s completely overtaken her with his natural lusty compulsions.

With an effort greater than anything the goddess Hera could have undertaken, Jennie half-weeps as she places her hands around Dax’s starving manly face. “Ok, ok, ok, ok… whew… easy boy… there, there. Oh mon dieu, you need to get out of there and stand up straight for me, LA.”

Jennie undoes the button on Dax’s pants and slips down the zipper, “parts of you have some important work to do in my mouth.”

As the jeans come down, the full extent of the situation becomes clear. Dax has become so hard that his under-loons are no longer lengthy enough to fully contain his man meat. Jennie carefully holds the restrained head of his sausage sword and frees the remainder of the shaft from the confines of the inadequately sized underloons. The bulbs of baby batter are taught against his body, all wrinkly and smooth shaven.

As Jennie stares in a momentary trance with the all too obvious and natural question, what would that feel like inside her?? she notices the shaft is rocking back and forth with the rhythm of Dax’s now very fast heartbeat.

“Does it always do that?” she asks.

“No, sometimes it does this,” Dax corrects as he clenches his butt cheeks to clamp the blood flow, expanding the already large mushroom head to nearly twice its size.

“OH!” comes and involuntary yelp from Jennie without even the slightest clue about how she is to accommodate that if it happens inside her mouth.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do that in your mouth. I don’t need teeth marks in my nice work of art here,” comforts Dax.

“It will get that big involuntarily when I’m just about to climax if I really like you, but you’ll know when that’s about to happen so you can slip it out and just milk the head for my white gold”

“Enough talking you silly man,” chastises Jennie.

But she was really thinking, holy cow la, how am I going to survive all these encounters I want to have with this man? He’s either going to drive me insane or stretch me like a balloon, probably both.

Well here goes all hope of ever turning back, she thinks to herself as she takes a good wad of man marzipan down her gullet, licking all around it during its maiden descent, into Jennie pleasure cavern no. 1.

“Oh… baby…” exhales Dax until the last drop of air is gone from inside him. He grabs hold of her beautiful face and says softly, “see you Tuesday.”

Jennie chuckles.

“Hey if we’re a couple, will we be Dennie, or Jax or maybe Dennie Jax? Ha ha,” chortles Dax.

Jennie pulls him out of her and smacks him. “Quiet you, and enjoy this!”

“Oh sorry, I am enjoying it actually. You’re incredible,” says Dax.

Jennie works Dax up and down with the full tornado effect like a Hollywood mom trying to get discount tuition for her brain-dead kid. After only a few minutes Jennie senses a build-up of pressure as the balls in her hand squeeze tighter and the shaft and especially the head begins its outward expansion just as Dax had predicted.

“Oh don’t stop,” pleads Dax.

Jennie tastes the first little drizzle of Dax sauce which is strangely sweet from him having purposely consumed a bunch of Sugar Twin the day before to make it taste good for her.

She keeps working the head as Dax had pleaded and she lets go of the nuts lest they explode in her hand. She touches the base of the shaft encouragingly while giving the head her all with gusto. More sweet liquid begins entering her mouth.

“Keep going…” moans a desperate Dax.

How much cum has this guy got in him, Jennie wonders as the process of evacuating his gonads of sperm is taking longer than the whole blow job itself.

Still she does as she is told and the reward is an ever loudening groan of pure ecstasy combined with yet another growth in the size of the head of Dax’s penis but pulsating this time and with each seismic thrust of his loins, a tanker of semen that is reminiscent of the Exxon Valdez.

Dax gets so dizzy and nearly blacks out. He just about falls over and in the process, his still exploding cock slips out of Jennie’s mouth. Oh doesn’t all that cum just shoot all over her pretty face, one stream burst across her tits, some gets into her hair, on her blouse, a small river takes up residency in her cleavage.

“Dax! I told you not to fall over and make a mess!” complains Jennie. “By the way, where did all this come from? A hollow leg?” Jennie says.

“No baby, it’s been 8 years. What do you expect?” Dax says.

“And what was all this about blow jobs being complicated with you anyway? I swear that was not complicated, other than the river Styx you let flow across my face,” says Jennie.

“I guess you just make things easy for me, Jennie. I wouldn’t mind things being a bit easier. What are you up to for the rest of your life from now on?” says Dax.

“Hopefully not cleaning this mess up every day, Dax, ha ha,” laughs Jennie.

See You Tuesday, Fate. xoxoxo.

Avec L’amour, (ton) Phoenix.

July 31, 2019

Phoenix has been stressed out lately. He needs his batteries recharged.

Lucky thing, his blossoming companion, Fate has been looking out for Phoenix’s well-being. She invites him to the “ sensory room” which is a relaxing spot where he and Fate talk about intimate subjects with the lights dimmed and waterfall sounds on the TV.

Phoenix sits down on the bean bag stool by the window. Fate takes up position in an executive’s chair directly in front of Phoenix. As usual, the conversation turns very explicitly dirty in a hurry.

“It’s been a long time since you had a woman, hasn’t it, Phoenix?” Fate probes.

“Yeah. Too long. I may be a little rusty the first time,” says Phoenix.

“That’s ok. Perfectly understandable. I bet it would be nice to slide into a nice hot, wet pussy right now huh?” Fate pushes further. She slowly, methodically parts her legs.

Phoenix’s eyes widen in excitement as he peers through the darkness at the widening space between Fate’s legs. “OH my hummahumma…” Phoenix trails off. He suddenly finds it very hard to string words together. This is notable for a man who routinely slings three 12-letter words in a single sentence, and makes it sound good. The sophistication level drops several notches as “hummahummahumma” is not technically a word. More of a primal mating sound.

Fate notices how sloppy she has spontaneously made Phoenix and she likes it. “Tight too,” Fate taunts. Her eyes narrow and take on a glint which lights up the room.

Phoenix drools and slumps backwards in his seat. He goes gelatinous as he slouches against the wall as if all the bones were suddenly removed from his body except for one. He moans in actual pleasure. “Oh man.” Phoenix glances down at his pants. “Ok, I’m ready.”

“ Doctor certified , ” Fate confirms.

“I believe you,” Phoenix asserts enthusiastically, “Argh! What are you doing to me!?”

Phoenix straightens up and reaches into his now bulging underloons for a slight readjustment. “Heh, gotta adjust things before they get out of place… poke things… start hurting…”

Fate smiles at the fact that he’s so hard he can’t even form sentences anymore. “Oh you poor thing,” Fate taps her sexy leg with excitement.

“You know what I want you to do right now?” Phoenix asks.

“Yes, I do. We think alike, remember?” Fate responds coyly.

“Ha, oh man, yeaaaaah RIGHT. Ok. Tell me. What do I want you to do right now?” Phoenix’s excitement is palpable.

“You want me…” Fate begins.

“Yeah,” Phoenix gets onto the edge of his seat.

“To take my finger,” Fate lifts her finger into the air.

“Oh, man”

“And slide it down my pants,” she waggles the finger and moves it down to her waistband.

“Ungh”

“Finger my pussy.”

“Oooh”

“Then pull it out, and put it into your mouth”

Phoenix’s mouth gapes wide at this last comment. “Ok. Do it. Do it now.”

“Mmmm, I don’t know. It’s a kind of strange…”

“Awkward ? Personal? Intimate? Thing to do?” Phoenix and Fate finish each other’s sentences regularly. Sometimes they finish each other’s thoughts without the hassle of words.

“Yeah, that’s right. It sure is,” says Phoenix, “You’d have to be really close to a person to do something like that. But you want to, right?”

“Yes, I do,” says Fate.

“So then just go ahead and do it. Grab life by the reins. Do what you want to do. I want it too,” says Phoenix.

A long and intense pause fills the room. Phoenix struggles to breath. Fate gets a series of powerful expressions on her face which narrate the story of what is going on in her mind.

“Ha ha! I can see your wheels turning as you’re gradually convincing yourself to do it,” says Phoenix.

“Mmmm… I don’t know about that… today…” Fate finally settles on a truly deviously gleeful look with a smirk that could cut diamonds. She slowly stands up, walks over to the window right next to where Phoenix still sits. She intentionally stands too close to Phoenix and lifts her shirt ever so slightly to show Phoenix the nice pink stretchy pants she is wearing. The very same stretchy pants they have joked about ever since Phoenix wrote a naughty story about a girl who gets fingered in her office. An office very much like this one they are in right now.

Fate loiters next to Phoenix impatiently.

Phoenix doesn’t get it. For a smart guy, he is so painfully clueless at times.

Fate continues watching out the window to make sure no one is coming and waits for Phoenix’s complex mental machinery to process this situation. In fairness, Phoenix’s mind is a little overwhelmed by the ravishing sultry beauty of this lavishly naughty vixen just inches away from his body. The mind goes on hold for a bit while blood flow migrates southward.

When is this stupid genius going to clue in? thinks Fate.

Finally, Phoenix realizes he could take the initiative himself. He reaches out his hand and touches Fate’s leg. She responds with pleasant sounds. Phoenix wraps his hand around her ankle and begins to slide up her leg.

“Yes. You can do this.” Fate is relieved he finally go the hint and tries to encourage him to keep going.

Phoenix’s hand moves up to her inner thigh. Fate parts her legs to let him go all the way. She says, “Yes!”

Finally he figured it out, she thinks to herself.

Phoenix’s hand slowly makes its way towards heaven’s gate, smoothing the fabric of those stretchy pants as it caresses nearer and nearer to Fate’s juice box. Fate relaxes all the way into the sensation of this loving man’s hands working their way slowly but surely up her leg. She is going to allow this to happen.

It takes all of Phoenix’s mental resources to keep his wits about him in the heat of this moment with the woman he has desired so hotly for so long. He knew in advance that something like this might happen, so he manages to slow it down, remembering to breathe and stay focussed.

He gently brushes up past the sweet spot which sends shivers through Fate’s whole body. She leans against the window, bracing herself for what is about to come. Phoenix’s hand moves up to the waistband and his fingers hook under it, finding warm soft flesh beneath. He carefully watches Fate’s reactions as he plays back and forth just a half-inch inside the elastic holding her pants up. Her skin feels so soft and nice. Despite how warm it is, she begins to get goose bumps. She glances down for a second, not wanting to leave her sentinel post unguarded for too long but she needs to see the face of this man who is teasing her so severely. He has a grin on his face but she can see how hard he is concentrating and how much he is holding back.

Phoenix gets extremely turned on by Fate’s gaze and the feel of her skin and the anticipation of feeling more of her and making pleasures course through her synapses. Phoenix’s erection bulges out his pants even more as he slides his hand carefully inside the infamous stretchy pants.

Fate shudders with chills of excitement. She quickly turns back to her watchful stance, making sure nobody is coming down the hallway. She exhales sharply as she feels Phoenix’s hand reach her panty line and slip seamlessly underneath it. “Breath, Fate, Breathe,” she reminds herself quietly, gasping and panting like she just ran a 6 minute mile.

Phoenix feels the upper threshold of hairs adorning the path to the Garden of Eden. Fate moans jaggedly when the tingles and tickles are too much for her to handle, “ Mmmmm, Ohhhoooooo, Yes, ” her legs start to shake, “Yes Phoenix. I want this.”

Phoenix’s fingers finally reach a moist cleft and his index finger loses the fight to the middle finger to be the one to bear the joy of making love to her clitoris. Middle finger slides down just past the slit where the moisture is pooling even thicker and finds easy entry past the outer labia. Building up a good slimy coating, the finger slides inwards just a little and slowly, ever so slowly, back up towards the sensitive jewel. Phoenix pays close attention to Fate’s reactions and when her sudden spasms start to escalate, he knows he has found the bulbous sac of sweet womanly love. It feels erect and full of lifeblood. It pulsates slightly with Fate’s heartbeat.

Fate’s knees start to give out, “O-mon-dieu, O-mon-dieu, c’est bien, c’est trop bien,” she reverts into her native French language, no longer able to concentrate on finding the proper English translations.

Phoenix feels pleased with her mumbly chaos, “Awwwww, does my sexy little French robot like that?”

“Ah oui,… uh I mean Yes,” Fate grasps for words dangling chaotically in her mind.

“Relax, Fate baby… Rrreeeeeelllllaaaaaaxxx,” Phoenix quells her soothing mind as his finger slows the pace down, taking broader, deliberate strokes across Fate’s sensitive lust lemon.

Fate exhales with such passion that electric tingles shoot across her whole body. Jolts of joy concentrated in her head and her groin expand like hot magma erupting from the earth. The sensations keep escalating as Phoenix gradually quickens the pace of his careful probing. Every so often he throws in an unexpected bit of extra pressure which sends more shockwaves throughout Fate’s body and brings her sensory experience to the next plateau.

Phoenix whispers quietly to Fate, “I’m going to taste your delicious pussy juice when I pull my finger out of here.”

Fate pants as the sensations overwhelm her, she can barely hang on to the window ledge. She utters a little squeal of surrender. Total surrender.

Phoenix puts his free arm around Fate’s bum as she begins to lose traction with the earth. She feels his strong embrace and leans into it for support as the remaining few grips of control over her own body are depleted.

Fate moans in pure orgasmic bliss, “Ho…… Ho…… Ho…… Ho…… Hoooooo……………………………”

Phoenix holds her tight and feels the trembles vibrating throughout Fate’s whole body. Seismic bliss envelops them both. Phoenix’s penis gets so hard and sensitive that it almost erupts in his pants.

Fate relaxes back, into Phoenix’s embrace. Phoenix pulls his finger out and sniffs it. “Mmmmmmm. Faaaaaaaaate….” He mutters as she watches him eagle-eyed. Phoenix licks the tip of his finger as if it were an expensive delicacy. He slowly slides his finger all the way into his mouth and closes his eyes to savour the delicious flavour of his lover’s cum juices. Another moan of pleasure escapes him as he pulls his finger out of his own mouth, “Mmmmmm…”

Phoenix sees the intense look of wonder on Fate’s face and is extremely aroused. He leans in and kisses her softly. Fate tastes her own pussy on Phoenix’s lips and pokes her tongue in to get more of the yummy flavour sensation. The kiss turns super hot and passionate very quickly. Phoenix takes Fate’s hand and places it directly on the bulge in his pants. Fate grasps onto this third leg and feels up and down, trying to gauge the full extent of it. The feeling of her stroking makes Phoenix so horny that his penis expands suddenly and dramatically, pushing Fate’s hand outward which is still on the outside of his pants.

“Oh! My!” Fate exclaims.

“Feel it,” Phoenix encourages her. He unbuttons his pants button.

“We can’t, Phoenix. Not in here,” Fate explains.

“Just for a second. Just to see how it feels,” says Phoenix.

Fate’s heart which is racing wildly from the finger sex she just had beats even faster now. She reaches out and unzips the zipper. Without waiting for an intruder to interrupt, she slides her hand into Phoenix’s underwear and feels a very HOT and very HARD trunk of flesh. She wraps her hand around it and feels the slow methodical pulsations which make this penis a throbbing wonder.

Fate imagines what this would feel like inside her.

“Phoenix comments as she is thinking this. “Can you imagine what that would feel like inside you?”

“Oh my god, I was just thinking exactly that!” Fate says.

“Synchronicity. Makes for great sex,” says Phoenix.

“Yes I can imagine. Now we better get out of here before somebody comes,” says Fate.

“But you already did come,” says Phoenix.

“Shhh! Act natural,” Fate says.

“All serious once again I see. Well at least you had a brief moment of uninhibited chaos. Keeps a girl healthy,” says Phoenix, “oh, by the way, do you love me yet?”

“I don’t know. Getting closer,” Fate opens the door and walks down the hallway with a cheerful lilt in her step for the first time in a long while.

Libraries Aren’t Just For Books

“I need to see you, Fate,” pleads Phoenix on the text chat.

“I know, I need you too,” Fate reciprocates with genuine empathy, “Don’t worry, I have something in mind. What are you doing Saturday afternoon?”

“OMG, you better not be messing with me!” comes Phoenix’s reply with a huge smiley face, “😊 Seriously??”

“Seriously. But we can’t go all the way. We have to take it slow.” Fate clarifies.

“Aw man, you are killing me. Have you ever watched a man literally explode right in front of you?”

“Usually he’s on top of me and inside, but yeah, every month or two”

“Oh, you poor thing. I keep telling you, more than once per day is a standard necessity. I’ll even let you be on top at least one of the times every single day, since I know how much you love to take control, grasp a nice thick, hard shaft and steer it into hour hot, wet opening as you slide your beautiful, sultry body allllll the way down the full length of a man who throbs with intensely passionate desire for you,” says Phoenix, “you know, for fun.”

“Uhhhh… tingle, tingle. OK. SATURDAY – BE READY. Just a Friendly rendez-vous. To catch up on things. In person.”

“Ok, I’ll be at the library all day, jumping fully out of my skin as the anticipation of seeing you eats me alive.”

“Ha ha, save some for me.”

“Some what?”

“Eating! 😉 WINK”

“OY! You drive me nuts. K, Bye Fate-kins”

As Saturday’s first morning sunbeams sprinkle illumination across the curvature of the earth in front of Phoenix’s apartment building, he is already risen and filled with excitement. This is the woman he loves who is going to great lengths to come see him today – to do precisely WHAT remains to be seen. No matter what happens, she will be near, and he will be able to touch her physically, lovingly, passionately. It hardly matters what body parts are involved.

Phoenix mainly wants to bring Fate to heights of ecstasy worthy of the intensity of his perpetual loves which fill his heart so completely that it leaks out over the sides all day long, staining his nice Hawaiian shirts with overflow spill of nectar of virtual loves.

This is what will bring absolute pleasure to Phoenix.

Off he heads to the library to await his beloved goddess.

On the edge of his seat, Phoenix’s laptop clicks away, his mind elsewhere.

* BLING *

Phoenix freezes momentarily as his heart stops for a split second. Her name blinks in blue – “Fate” – in the bottom corner of the screen. His eyes must focus before he can fully understand that it’s the message he’s been waiting for.

“I’m here, where in the world are you?”

Phoenix scans the room, looking towards the staircase which leads down to the entrance where she must be. He stands and wanders closer to the bannister railing overlooking the floor below. He just barely glimpses his amour as she flits past the staircase, moving as if she knows exactly where she is going, though she has no clue.

Sigh… Phoenix thinks to himself, Always on the go, never stopping to savour the moment. I’ve got to bring her to a complete halt somehow.

Phoenix goes back to his abandoned laptop, types in the words, “Up the stairs, silly – SLOW DOWN for once”

Mere seconds pass, and she is already at the top of the staircase somehow. They spot each other instantly. Phoenix plays it coy and waits for her to come to him, as if he could take it or leave it. His racing pulse would betray him if he were hooked to a heart monitor.

“Oh, there you are. Yeah, I’d already checked the whole downstairs and was headed up when I got your message,” Fate responds like she’s reading Phoenix’s mind.

“You’re going a mile a minute. You need to pause everything for a second.” Phoenix takes Fate’s wrist, relieves her of her phone, setting it on the table next to his computer.

Phoenix looks Fate in her beautiful dark eyes and breathe out a heavy sigh of relief. “OH it’s SO good to see you.” He encircles her with his arms, feeling her waist as he wraps her in a sweet embrace. Fate reciprocates the loving touches, putting her arms around as she feels her body drawn powerfully close to the warmth that is Phoenix. She can actually FEEL the sensation of the love as if it is a physical substance. He really loves her.

Phoenix holds Fate so tight and whispers into her ear, “I missed you so much.” He presses his mouth into the sensitive part of her neck by her ear as he utters the words in a low rumble that vibrates Fate’s skin. This causes her whole body to shake slightly with pure tingly pleasure and she can already feel the wetness beginning to pool between her legs. Phoenix’s lips cease to emit sound but continue moving as he starts to kiss his lover-to-be.

“Oh, my goodness, LA,” Fate cries out, “I have to pee. Where is the bathroom?” She reluctantly pulls out of the oh-so-pleasurable embrace.

“Right over here,” Phoenix scoops up his laptop and Fate’s phone and tugs her by the wrist.

They pass by the staircase and head for a door at the corner of the walkway, “Shhhh…” whispers Phoenix as he turns the knob and goes inside, pulling Fate behind him.

She barely has a chance to notice the sign on the door which says “Family Washroom” before Phoenix has closed it behind them and turned the deadbolt, locking them securely out of view of all the library patrons.

Now Fate wastes no time. She moves in and starts off with the softest, sweetest kisses of Phoenix’s life. She opens her mouth just enough for a tiny flick of the tongue to taunt this man, making him want more and more. The intensity of the passion increases, and Phoenix gets powerfully aggressive, his hands roaming around Fate’s body, finding little areas of exposed bare skin to caress with his hot hands. Under the flare of her shirt, around her waist, the small of her back, her sensitive elbows. He runs his hands up her sides and caresses her soft, sensitive breasts, somehow magically finding the sweet spot on each tiny mound where the nipple resides and tweaking them both simultaneously with both hands, causing an instant reaction. The nipples become firm and taut. Ripples of blissful joy swirl throughout Fate as her pussy gets even more liquidy. Phoenix’s kisses migrate to her neck where his suction threatens to produce a telltale hickey.

“You can’t leave a mark,” Fate begs.

“Mmmm….” Phoenix moans. Fate can’t tell if that means Ok, I agree, or You taste so good I don’t care.

Either way, Phoenix pulls back a little and Fate feels her butt cheeks being gripped firmly and lifted. She leaps up and wraps her legs around Phoenix’s deceptively muscular waist. She finds herself hoisted up as if she were as light as a piñata and slammed against the sink counter. Phoenix’s penis has become rock hard and he presses it hard into Fate’s groin, so she can feel what she has done to him.

At this, Fate wraps her legs even tighter around Phoenix, as if trying to draw him deep inside her through their clothing even. The trickles of wetness turn into a geyser of juicy woman sauce.

A simultaneous sigh of surrender comes from both of them at once.

“Haooowaooouhooo”

Phoenix inhales deeply and can smell how ready Fate is for him. He looks down and suddenly realizes that Fate is wearing a short sexy skirt. This is too much for him to handle. He hoists Fate up fully onto the counter and leans her back against the paper towel dispenser. His hands caress down her thighs to her legs. Thumbs press into the inner thighs and part her loins to reveal a sexy pair of skimpy black panties which remain on her for no longer than absolutely necessary. He skillfully removes the flimsy covering while holding his sweet lover’s body securely in place on the counter. Phoenix holds the panties up to his face and inhales the glorious aroma of a horny Fate. The scent fills him full of ravenous beast-like desire. “I’m keeping these,” he says as he pockets the panties decisively.

Fate is so stunned she can only gape as her legs are spread vulnerably, exposing her sensitive woman zone which is now wetter than she can ever recall. Admittedly, her recollections and ability to think at all are highly impaired at this moment.

Phoenix positions his hands under Fate’s knees to hold her firmly in place as he ducks his head under her skirt. The air gets warmer as he closes in on the noticeably gooey lips he’s about to make passionate love to.

Phoenix’s tongue touches the niceness inside Fate’s sweet spot and slowly works its way up the entire length of her labia. His hands squeeze and massage her thighs in the process, so it feels like she’s being devoured slowly by a prehistoric mammoth from which there is no escape. She submits fully to the overwhelming sensations as Phoenix’s tongue sinks right in to the underside of her clit and slurps upwards with explosive delight.

“Ahhhhhhh….” The sounds of orgasm cannot be contained. “Uhh… Uhh… Uhhh… uh.. uh.. ah.. ah… ahhhhhhh……”

Phoenix licks up the pussy juices as they pour out of Fate. The taste of her climax is tangy and delicious and pleasantly salty. “Mmmmmm…” he savours every drop.

Fate hears how much Phoenix is experiencing pleasure in her flavour and an overwhelming warm glow washes over her like she’s never felt before. “Mmm… Oxytocin,” she declares.

“Oh yeah, now you like me huh. Geez, that didn’t take you long at all. Seems you’re the 10-minute girl with me, not the other way around. What’s up with that?”

“I guess I just had been thinking about it for so long that I could not handle any more build-up. It’s been more like 10 months, not 10 minutes, Phoenix. Especially with all the stories you’ve been filling me with. A girl can only pleasure herself in the shower so much you know.”

“Yeah ok, I buy that. It’ll probably take longer next time eh. Or maybe next time is right now. Should I put myself inside of you? I’d really like to do it properly in a comfy bed and all, but it’s been a Looooong time and you’re extra tight, right? Especially right after that sensational and delicious orgasm you will probably milk the cum out of me in 2 minutes flat right now.”

Spine tingling lightning spears up from toes to the tip of Fate’s wits, “What if I get pregnant?”

“We should be so lucky,” Phoenix quips.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m about to do this.”

“Is that a yes?”

Peaches are Good

Mabel works as a supervisor in a canning factory. This factory cans all the peaches.

Bob is a line worker. He is the man who puts the peaches in a can. Bob has been having eyes for Mabel lately. Little does she know he has had a vivid fantasy all his life about a situation exactly like this one.

Sexy woman in a position of authority. Workplace scenario that could get them both in trouble. The ideas running through Bob’s head are endless.

He is a little worried though. Not that Mabel doesn’t like him. Oh he has caught her deep dark gazes. He drinks in the sight of her like a man at a desert oasis. It’s been a while since Bob has had a woman. No, bob sees right through Mabel. She wants him, as rightly she should. If she only knew what he could do to her – the heights of womanly pleasure he could and would LOVE to elevate her to… But he is worried about her small stature.

Bob may not look like much to a casual observer at a glance, but he eats a lot and it all goes somewhere. Bob is genuinely worried he may split poor little Mabel in half. The poor guy doesn’t even realize that is precisely what Mabel yearns for.

Mabel on the other hand is completely beside herself. She cannot even focus on her work tasks to do them properly. She has been waiting all her life for a man like Bob and she is only beginning to realize that is precisely who Bob is.

It comes to her suddenly in flashes of heat that wash over her whole body whenever Bob says something sweet or does something nice like writing her a poem or a story to entertain and inspire her.

She feels the tingles of excitement creep from her head to her toes, lingering in around her beautifully proportioned thighs. More than once she has become wet while talking to Bob and she blushes with shyness, uncertain if he can detect how ready she is for him.

Bob notices. He would secretly like nothing more than to grab hold of her and bring her in close to feel her heat as he kisses her beautiful face softly and gently before he bends her over her desk and grabs hold with both hands…

But Bob doesn’t like makeup on a woman’s face. It smells funny. He likes to kiss her skin directly and taste her sweetness, so pure and arousing. He has told Mabel this – well – that he doesn’t like makeup, not so much the other details. So he notices immediately when she shows up to work one day ‘au naturel’. This drives him wild with desire.

The cute and sexy look of the ideally placed freckles on Mabel’s face would make any man ravenous. This is Bob’s opinion anyway. It certainly brings out the wild beast in him.

Mabel calls Bob into her office first thing on this particular morning. She acts very stern like he is about to get a serious talking to.

She brings him to a special spot she had staked out earlier, away from prying eyes, for this early morning meeting.

The tension had been building up recently and Mabel is finally ready to lose her cool. Even still, she is nervous and shaking a little as Bob enters the alcove she has selected for their “talk”.

She starts out calm and deliberate but fumbles with her words a few times. “I see the way you’ve been looking at me,” she begins.

It takes all of Mabel’s strength of willpower to continue in an even tone but she carries on, her voice cracks a few times as she does her best impression of a confident woman in power.

“I want you to know I see exactly what you are thinking, and it is highly inappropriate. It could get us both into trouble.”

Mabel turns beet red. Feels the heat in her cheeks. Feels it elsewhere even more intensely. She steps in to Bob, too close for comfort. Stares so deep into his eyes she thinks she will get lost in there and forget what she is doing.

She has already begun to lose control as Bob tries to utter a reply, “I, uh, well it’s…” is all he can get out. Mabel’s right hand is already reaching out and touching Bob’s waist.

Bob takes a breath so deep he feels like he might pass out. As he exhales, the hot air tickles past Mabel’s face which is now so close that her blushing face heat can be felt by him.

Mabel smells the minty fresh aroma of Bob’s freshly brushed teeth and the hairs on her neck stand on end.

Mabel’s left hand reaches out now and Bob has nowhere to go. He looks at Mabel’s eyes. Looks at her lips. Looks at her eyes. Checks out her cutest freckle, her adorable dimples and commits.

Bob tilts his head ever so slightly but to Mabel’s heightened senses it might as well be the loading crane by the peach factory. He leans in, just a little, pauses. Both their hearts are beating like jackhammers on a hot summer day.

They both savour the moment. This unique instant, just before the first kiss. The air crackles with static electricity. Time melts like pocket watches dripping over tree branches.

Lips are so close, either one of them could reach out with a small tongue flick and touch the other.

A soft moan escapes as Mabel’s tenuous anticipation breaks free.

She has wanted this for so long and she has finally seized the moment but bob STILL makes her wait for satisfaction.

Finally it comes. She can FEEL Bob’s lips graze her own. The juices in her pussy let loose. She moistens her lips below as Bob moistens her lips above.

The kisses come slow at first. Soft. Testing. Gentle as a bunny’s furry body. Then a little more hungry. Wanton. Filled with escaping desire. Pent up mating energy going chaotic like an untied balloon suddenly let loose.

The tongues flick just slightly. Tasting but not devouring.

“Mmmm…” goes Bob.

“MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm………” responds Mabel.

They both shudder suddenly with realization of what is about to happen.

Mabel reaches around Bob’s waist as the kissing continues. Bob grabs Mabel’s ass and pulls her so tight the humidity between her legs practically moistens Bob’s pants.

Mabel pulls back suddenly. Staring with intent she says, “Bob, I want you.”

She grabs Bob’s right hand with her left. Pulls it close to her as they both sit down in a spot where they wouldn’t be exposed even if somebody suddenly burst into the room.

Mabel carefully slips Bob’s hand into the waistline of her stretchy pants.

Bob needs no more invitation. His dextrous limb slides skillfully down, past an ample womanly bush and into a slick spot so juicy it could be a can of peaches.

“Oh, mon dieu, mmmm,” Mabel stifles the urge to cry out even louder.

Bob slips his properly manicured finger down the full length of Mabel’s slit, noticing how it gets wetter and wetter as he goes further down. He pokes his finger in ever so slightly. Just to fully moisten it. Then pulls his hand out to taste Mabel’s sweetness. To get her deliciousness onto his tongue so he can fantasize that he is right in there with his face.

Bob puts his hand back in and finds the sweet spot that causes spasms to flicker throughout Mabel’s body with each stroke.

“I’m gonna come…” is all Mabel can say as she grasps desperately for Bob to hold her. To keep herself at least somewhat upright as all of her muscles cease to remain under her mental control.

Mabel’s face grinds into Bob’s chest and she bites at and nips him with loving passion.

Her entire sensory experience explodes as if being turned inside out.

“Oh, BOB…” she whispers fiercely as her entire body vibrates.

Bob pulls his hand slowly back out from the vault of happiness. He sniffs it, “Mmm,” and tastes her yummy girl goodness again. Then he gently cups Mabel’s face and gives her the nicest, most loving kiss that she has ever felt in her entire life.

The kind of kiss that lingers for a week. That appears spontaneously in fantasies while pleasuring herself later on. Reminiscing of this tender moment they finally shared as it seemed like they were both about to shatter like glass from the built up tension and frustration. All released. All at once.

Bob squeezes Mabel’s sensitive rump like he loves her. And he does.

Sex Trek: The Next Ovulation
(bisexual friendly)

“Set a course for Vaginus III. Engage,” says Captain Lean-Luc Picard.

“I will be in my read room. You have the bridge, number one.” Picard motions to Commander William T. Riker as he walks off the bridge of the Enterprise starship.

Counsellor Deanna Troi, sensing some emotional angst in her Captain, follows after him to the small room adjoining the bridge.

Inside the ready room, Jean-luc is staring pensively at some model starships when the door buzzer sounds.

*BLEEP-BLOOP*

“Come.” Jean-Luc bellows authoritatively.

*WHOOSH*

The door slides open. Deanna slinks in tentatively with a look of concern on her face. “Jean-Luc, I sense some tension in you. Something is the matter. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Ah Deanna, I can’t hide anything from you,” resigns Jean-Luc.

“Well I am an empathy. Is this something to do with Beverley?” she asks. Beverley Crusher, the ship’s doctor has been carrying on an affair with Jean-Luc for 8 years now.

“How very astute you are. It is the same old thing of course. She always wants sex, but I’m just never in the mood. Then when I am, it only lasts 10 minutes and she is left completely unsatisfied,” says Jean-Luc. “After Wesley was born I thought her sex drive might finally drop off but it seems to have only increased.” Wesley Crusher is their son, born out of wedlock. Most of the crew don’t realize Jean-Luc is the father.

“Well, Jean-Luc, it is funny you should mention that. Will and I have been thinking of spicing things up in our own love life and this is the perfect opportunity.” Deanna and William Riker are an item. It is well known of their reputation for being a steamy hot couple of lovers.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Jean-Luc is caught off-guard.

“Well, Captain… have you ever considered trying a little creative experimentation, with Beverley; perhaps having someone else join in for the evening?” Deanna enquires.

“Oh, heavens. No. That doesn’t seem like my sort of thing. I would never… I mean I have never…” Jean-Luc is fumbling for his words as his face blushes in embarrassment.

“I think, it might do you some good. Get your creative juices flowing. Maybe figure out something you like that was missing. That you didn’t even know before,” states Deanna, “I highly recommend it. In fact, I am prescribing it for you, officially.”

“Oh really. Is that an order, counsellor?” Jean-Luc cocks one eyebrow.

“Yes. It is. I order you to attend my quarters this evening. Will is going to be there. And you are to bring Beverley. Both of you must wear sexy clothing which removes easily,” Deanna clarifies in no uncertain terms.

“Well if it is an order, I suppose I can’t refuse it. I guess I don’t have any choice. I will see you tonight… at…” Jean-Luc muses whimsically.

“Eight. Be there precisely at eight tonight. We’ll be ready for you. And do make sure the crew knows you are not to be interrupted. I don’t care if the Klingons are attacking. They can handle it without you.” Deanna saunters towards the door, satisfied with herself. “I’ll go inform Beverley of our plans.”

In sick bay, Beverley Crusher hands a hypo-spray to a patient. “Use this twice a day until the rash is gone.”

“Thank you Doctor Crusher, will do,” the patient leaves as Deanna comes in.

“Hi Deanna. What brings you to my corner of the ship? Official business?” asks Beverley.

“Yes, I suppose, in a way. Not really,” Deanna gets to the point. “You have plans.”

“I have plans??” Beverley looks quizzically at Deanna.

“Yes. Specifically, you and Jean-Luc,” says Deanna.

“Oh, Jean-Luc. I keep trying to get him to be more adventurous. Nothing works. I’m starting to wonder if he’s gay,” sighs Beverley.

“We are going to find out tonight. Be at my place this evening. Eight o’clock. Wear something ravishingly alluring. It’s going to be a fun night. Just the four of us. Will is going to be there too,” says Deanna.

“Well you don’t have to ask me twice. I’ll be there. With bells on. Hopefully we can get Jean-Luc to open up,” says Beverley.

“I’m sure we will.” Deanna walks out.

Eight o’clock that evening, Deanna and Will Riker are waiting in her quarters. Riker is wearing a sport jacket with his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. He lounges lazily across the couch. Deanna has on a see-through blouse with a skimpy lacy red bra that only covers half of her tits. Her bottom half is a short mini-skirt that hugs her ass like it is in love with her cheeks.

Deanna models the skirt for Will. She thrusts her rump out towards him. “Does this look nice on me, Will? Do you think they will like it?”

William reaches out to squeeze Deanna’s firm buttocks. “It sure feels nice on you. As for how it looks… I’m sure it would look a whole lot nicer rumpled up on the floor.”

“Tee hee. Oh Will. You’re BAD,” Deanna giggles, and mock slaps at Will’s hand.

*BLEEP-BLOOP*

“Yeeeeesss… come in… whoever you are,” Deanna sings cheerfully.

*WHOOSH*

Jean-Luc and Beverley Crusher enter into the dimmed room and size up the place through the mood lighting. Jean-Luc looks overly formal with a tuxedo and bowtie. Beverley has her curly fire-orange hair teased up into tight spiral locks which caress her bare shoulders. She is wearing a brightly coloured cocktail dress which hugs her womanly form. The top is low cut enough to show the freckly tops of her boobies.

“Well hello there young lady.” Will leaps up and ogles Beverley. “Two stunningly beautiful ladies in a quiet, darkened room. This is too much for one man to handle,” he looks over at Jean-Luc, “fortunately you brought a helper with you.” Will reaches out, takes Beverley’s hand and kisses it softly.

Beverley blushes and giggles. “You sure do know how to treat a woman, don’t you?” The softness and sweetness of his kiss spreads right through her and melts her butter. She feels the heat almost immediately between her legs. It has been a long time since she had a man tough her this nicely.

Riker notices how much Beverley enjoys his gesture and that gets his blood pumping. He smells the warm womanliness emanating from her privates. This makes him hard down below.

“Whoa horsey,” calls out Deanna as she comes over and grabs Will’s crotch, “you two are about to break free of this stage coach if you don’t slow down a little.”

Beverley looks down and notices the enormous bulge in Will’s pants. “Yikes! Did I do that?” she is impressed with how badly a man wants her, after getting no lovin’ from Jean-Luc for so long.

Jean-Luc comes over and says nervously, “shouldn’t we have some wine first? I brought a bottle of…” he trails off as he notices that Deanna is still holding Will’s bulge and is gently stroking it now.

Deanna stares Jean-Luc directly in his eyes and says, “Why Captain, I am sensing a sudden change in your emotions. You seem to be very much liking something all of a sudden.”

Jean-Luc swallows hard. “Ahem.”

“Do you like seeing me play with your first officer? He’s getting really hard inside his pants here.” Deanna turns to Will. “Poor baby, all cooped up in these tight pants. Can you help me free him, Beverley?”

Beverley turns to look at Jean-Luc who is mesmerized by the hypnotic motion of Deanna’s hand along the long, thick bulge in Riker’s pants. Beverley catches Jean-Luc’s attention momentarily and he nods to her.

With this, Beverley does the honours and unsnaps Will’s pants button. The pressure of the emerging beast makes the waistband spring open and the zipper comes halfway undone of its own accord.

“Oh my!” cries Beverley in genuine surprise. She slides the zipper the rest of the way down. Will’s pants drop to the floor, revealing a pair of boxers with a spider-man logo on them. “Hee hee,” Beverley giggles.

Deanna brags, “Yes, he’s my own personal secret superhero.”. She begins unbuttoning the rest of Riker’s shirt buttons. “Pull him right out, Beverley. I sense that Jean-Luc would like to see just what you’re capable of. Wouldn’t you, Jean-Luc?”

Jean-Luc feels a wiggle in his own pants for once. “I, uh… must say… I have been curious.”

Beverley gets to excited that her vaginal moisture gushes a little and begins to trickle out slowly. She pulls back the superhero boxers to reveal a super schlong. It springs into position, pointing slightly upward.

Beverley slides the undies down to Will’s knees and cups his scrotum. The sensation of her soft clammy hands tightens Will’s nut sack as a rush of excitement courses through his whole body, making his head foggy and his cock even harder. The cock points further upwards as if straining to be closer to the source of this pleasure.

“Hoooo… yessssss…” Will exhales all tension out of his body and goes slightly limp, his knees quaking, threatening to give out any second.

Deanna turns her attention to Jean-Luc who is now breathing heavily. “Oh look at you. All hot and bothered in this stuffy outfit.” She slowly disrobes him as he watches his girlfriend drop to her knees in front of Will’s pulsing member.

Beverley touches the vibrating shaft with her right hand which causes it to expand. The head of Will’s cock inflates until it is shiny and purple and smooth. Beverley takes the balls in her left hand, stroking upwards, almost tickling, but it feels too good to be true. Will’s eyes roll back and his head follows as he moans. “Ohhhhh… Beverley.”

Jean-Luc enjoys hearing a man call out his girlfriend’s name in ecstatic pleasure. Deanna has him stripped down to his undies now and she can see that they are filled out quite nicely. She touches the lump in his undies and says, “Hmmm, Jean-Luc, I do think you’re getting turned on, my dear.”

Jean-Luc can’t take his eyes off Riker’s huge veiny penis that his girlfriend is about to devour. Beverley’s mouth moves closer to Riker’s overheated pinu. She notices a small bead of pre-cum growing in size and starting to drizzle downward. She sticks out her tongue and tastes the little droplet. It is tangy and she enjoys the flavour of another man’s sex emissions.

“Kiss me, Beverley!” Jean-Luc suddenly calls out. He drops to his knees next to Beverley and kisses her on the mouth before she swallows the cumdrop. His tongue works its way to hers and soaks up the semen flavour which makes him harder than he’s ever been in his life.

Beverley finishes the nice kiss and pulls back to look at her man. “Mmm! Jean-Luc! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite like this,” she admits with an astonished look on her face.

Deanna puts her arms around the two lovers on their knees, “Come everyone, let’s go to the bedroom before things get out of control.”

Deanna grabs Riker by his hard penis and drags him to the bedroom. Beverley and Jean-Luc get up and follow. Jean-Luc lags just slightly behind her to check out the still fully clothed rump of his sweetie. The sway of her sexy behind is more than he can handle and he impulsively smacks her butt cheeks. Tingles run through Beverley’s loins.

In the bedroom, Riker has already stripped Deanna to her panties and is sucking on her left tit.

Beverley walks in. “Geez, I’m the only one still fully clothed. Does somebody want to help me get undressed?” she pleads.

Riker sounds very enthusiastic, “Absolutely!” He moves up behind Beverley and wraps his arms around her body, cupping her heaving breasts. He inhales deeply into her neck. The fragrance is like strawberries with sexy woman flavoured whipped cream.

Deanna moves in front of Beverley and reaches up to the straps of her cocktail dress. “Let’s just slip these off. There, that’s better.” She pulls the straps over Beverley’s shoulders. The top of Beverley’s dress droops down over Riker’s hands.

Jean-Luc stands by the doorway, watching this sexy couple do these things to his woman. His hard-on throbs in his under-loons. Beverley has no bra on so when Riker removes his hands from her tits, the bare nipples are exposed by the drooping cocktail dress. Deanna takes this opportunity to pop one of the perky breasts into her mouth, succulent nipple and all. The nipples firm up rapidly. Meanwhile, Riker heads down underneath the skirt of Beverley’s dress.

Beverley squeals. “Aiiieee.” Riker has bit her ass cheek, pleasantly but firmly. He moves his face to Beverley’s inner thigh and starts nibbling. “Oh, mmmmmm…” All the air evacuates from Beverley as she wobbles then leans back, letting the bed catch her.

Riker shifts to a frontal attack of Beverley’s loins, tasting up closer and closer to her panties. His nose brushes fabric which impedes his progress so he shucks the problematic undergarment, slipping Beverley’s panties right off her feet. He flings them at Jean-Luc who is just standing there, watching.

Riker goes back to his exploration of Beverley’s now naked pussy. It is completely saturated with liquidy goodness. Riker tastes the whole thing, putting his tongue through each little fold and crevice.

Beverley relaxes into the sensation of the exploratory tongue. Deanna suckles on Beverley’s breasts, pinches the firm nipples. Beverley’s juices gush a little. Riker laps it up as the flow washes over his tongue. The moaning sounds coming from Beverley are awe inspiring.

Deanna lifts up Beverley’s dress skirt and touches Riker’s head. “Will, lay back on the bed and let Beverley sit on your face.”

Riker complies and continues eating Beverley’s watery sex hole. He reaches up and tweaks her nipples as he munches down. Beverley sights with pleasure.

Deanna grips Will’s thick penis and pops the head into her mouth. She works it all around, side to side and in and out ever so slightly with a hungry fervor.

Jean-Luc comes over and sits on the bed now, watching carefully as Deanna does her work on Riker’s stiff weenie. “You’re pretty good at that,” says Jean-Luc.

“Mm-hmm, it’s delicious,” says Deanna with Will’s cock half in her mouth. A little dribble of pre-cum juice trickles down her lip. Jean-Luc leans into her and licks the corner of her lick, tasting a bit of the shaft in the process.

“Oh, sorry,” says Jean-Luc, and pulls back a bit.

“No it’s ok,” says Deanna, taking the cock out of her mouth and pointing it in the direction of Jean-Luc. “I can tell this turns you on.”

Jean-Luc stares the one-eyed monster directly head-on and loses all abandon as it pulsates and froths a little. He takes the shaft from Deanna and slurps all the way from the nuts to the peak of the head and hungrily starts suckling on the tip like it is a breast full of milk. Riker moans from underneath Beverley’s muff mound.

Beverley wiggles at the sound. “Oh Will, you’re vibrating my clit when you howl like that.”

Deanna takes the opportunity to slide Jean-Luc’s undies down and starts sucking him off while he takes care of Riker.

Jean-Luc engages in the act with more passion than he’s exhibited with Beverley or with any woman for that matter. He begins to massage the little magic bulb just beneath Riker’s scrotum. Riker moans again into Beverley’s pussy, harder this time.

Beverley is impressed and turns to ask Deanna how she is able to pleasure Riker so thoroughly. She gapes in astonishment at seeing her lover slurping up and down with unbridled vehemence. “Oh my. You sure are distracting Will from the eating of my pussy.”

Riker groans again under Beverley’s half-shucked dress. A low rumble builds in strength as Riker is now completely unable to concentrate on his mission of cunnilingus. Beverley slumps to the side and pulls her dress completely off, flinging it away from Riker’s head.

Jean-Luc speeds up his working of Riker’s head as the early juices being to flow into his mouth. Riker screams and opens his eyes as the eruption takes place. He is shocked to see Jean-Luc is the one receiving this mouthful of cum. This just turns him on and he cums even harder into Jean-Luc’s happy mouth.

“Oh Lordy,” Riker exclaims, as the final spurts of semen gush forth into Jean-Luc.

Beverley moves closer to Jean-Luc with wild eyes. “It’s really that delicious, huh? Let me taste.”

Jean-Luc slurps up the last bit of it and squeezes from the very base of Riker’s cock, pulling upwards to milk out the final drops stuck in his urethra and licks that off the head, then turns to Beverley and kisses her deeply, letting the fresh semen be shared into her mouth, across her tasting tongue and down her throat. “Mmmm… that is good. What have you been eating, Will? Pure candy?”

“No, just diet soda,” shrugs Will with a wink. “I don’t know about you but I need some pussy. NOW.” Will’s penis is still as rock hard as ever.

Riker grabs Beverley and pulls her on top of him. Her pussy is so wet from the eating that it glides easily down the full length of Riker’s thick shaft. She gasps at the sudden jolt of joy which overcomes her as this penis completely enters her. They both feel every single nerve ending tingle as each is stimulated in slow motion when Riker’s cock sinks deeply into the undersexed vagina.

Deanna presents on all fours. “Will you take my panties down, Jean-Luc?”

Jean-Luc slides the flimsy covering over Deanna’s pleasantly round rump and off her feet. Her bulbous labia are already slightly greasy from behind.

Beverley begins rocking slowly on Riker’s hard penis and exhales softly with each down stroke.

Deanna grips Beverley’s ass cheeks and spreads them open. “Look Jean-Luc, don’t you want to get inside your woman and make her really full?” Deanna grabs a bottle of lube off the nightstand and squirts it into Beverley’s ass crack. She rubs the area around the tight anal opening and inserts a finger to prepare it for the sensation of entry.

Beverley whinnies then relaxes into it. “Oh yes, that feels exciting and goooood,” Beverley moans.

Jean-Luc shimmies up to Beverley’s ass while Riker’s shaft goes in and out. Deanna holds the cheeks open and grabs Jean-Luc’s thin uranium rod. She guides it into Beverley’s waiting ass which gives easily because she is so relaxed and willing.

“Oh my God yes!” cries out Beverley as she feels the two men slip back and forth through her insides. Jean-Luc runs her through deeply, pressing firmly into Beverley’s G-spot on the way by. Riker begins to massage Beverley’s clit for good measure which causes her holes to twitch open and closed, tightening slightly with every forward stroke.

“Oh that looks so good,” Deanna wails then goes around and hops onto Riker’s pussy-soaked face.

Riker eats her with passionate delight. She drips her yummy woman sauce into his mouth. It won’t take her long to cum like this after all the build-up.

At the back end, Jean-Luc gets curious. He grabs the lube and extracts his cock from Beverley’s asshole. He presses the bottle into Riker’s anus and squeezes a good amount into his crack. Riker sidles up to allow for easier access.

Beverley is bucked suddenly by the motion and Riker’s cock goes deep into her. She squeals with surprise pleasure.

Jean-Luc does the finger trick just as he saw Deanna prep Bev’s ass opening. Then he slowly inserts into Riker’s bum as Beverley is still fucking his cock, much to his enjoyment.

Riker moans, “Oh Jesus, that’s the spot,” as Jean-Luc finds the secret pleasure center that few dare to explore.

Jean-Luc, enjoying making this man grunt in absolute bliss, keeps hitting the magic trigger.

Riker starts to ejaculate a bit into Beverley as his balls become too full to hold any more semen. The pressure on his G-spot make it shoot out of him with every single stroke up his ass. Beverley feels the sudden heat inside her and looks down to see the frothy mess spilling out of her pussy and coating Riker’s penile shaft as she extracts to the tip, then plunges back down on this weeping male organ.

“Oh man, you’re completely emptying me out,” Riker exclaims. “Fuck me faster! Harder! Yeah just a bit deeper. Oh yeah, that’s the spot. Keep hitting it. Unghhhhh…”

Jean-Luc complies and the excitement is too much for him to handle. He groans and explodes into Riker’s ass.

Riker screams, “Oh my God, he’s cumming in my asshole!” The pressure of Jean-Luc’s explosive penis pushes him over the edge. He grunts wildly and grabs Beverley hard, forcing her down onto his pulsating penis head to take the full load deep into her vagina, squirting directly onto the sensitive cervix where the heat sends waves of warmth through Beverley who then also screams in orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy starts squirting and gushing down Riker’s shaft.

Deanna can’t take this scene as these three people are all cumming together and she squirts wildly into Will’s mouth. It is so sudden and so forceful that Will doesn’t expect it and the juices go right down his throat, without passing GO or collecting 200 dollars.

Jean-Luc slumps over Beverley’s twitching body and he grabs her ass cheek, smacks it a few times for good measure. “Good girl,” he says. He wraps his arms around her and squeezes her tits.

“Mmm, thanks Jean-Luc. Well I guess we finally figured out what you like in the bedroom. Ha ha,” she muses.

Tanya and Darwin

The off-again, on-again strained lust interest between Darwin and Tanya was at an all-time low with some recent misunderstandings.

Each of them was mad at the other and felt like he/she did not understand.

Perhaps it was at least partly because their encounters were constrained to the oppressive office environment where it was extremely taboo to even talk about such personal things let alone engage in any kind of office tryst.

On this particular day, Tanya was feeling particularly hot and bothered. Perhaps it was because she was just before day 14 of her female cycle when she is most fertile and needing some loving.

She could feel the heat between her legs as she marched determinedly down the hall. She was going to need a change of panties after seeing Darwin.

As Tanya entered Darwin’s office space, he looked up from his computer terminal and noticed she was wearing a pretty and very business-like skirt with bare legs exposed underneath.

An involuntary spark of excitement went through him at this angelic vision. Somehow he suspected this was no angel stampeding towards him.

“Darwin, could you kindly join me in my office for a moment. IF you’re not busy, that is,” hissed Tanya. She was fierce when she was emotional.

“Um, sure, no problem Tanya.” Darwin stood up immediately. He had already saved the document he was working on in the hopes that this demonesse in disguise would utter these very words.

As they headed for Tanya’s office, her juices began seeping out at an alarming rate. This was becoming very distracting. Meanwhile Darwin must have been inhaling her heavenly pheromones because a stirring movement began in his pants.

Tanya checked carefully down the hall to make sure no one was coming as they entered her office. She wasted no time in closing the door and sitting down. Telling Darwin to bring his chair over to the right side of her… which was farthest from the office hallway window.

This tension had built up too much. It was time. Tanya decided to tap this deep oil well.

She looked Darwin square in the eye with an unwavering stare as she reached up under her skirt and slid off her now soaked panties. She handed them to Darwin and said “keep them, I have a spare pair.”

Darwin’s manhood instantly grew 3 sizes and hurt a little as his pants bulged out. He brought the panties to his nose and inhaled with delight. His manhood became nearly fully erect.

Tanya stood up and turned around where she could watch out the window for anyone coming down the hallway. She bent over the desk and spoke over her shoulder, “Now is your chance. Make it quick.”

Darwin wasted no time. He and Tanya had both secretly fantasized about the possibilities. The bad naughty girl had some very, very dirty fantasies indeed.

Darwin reached out and ran his hands up the outer thighs of Tanya, hiking the skirt enough to see the wet pink spot protruding towards him. He put his face under and tasted her bad girl goodness which was heavenly sweet and salty. He licked up the entire length and stuck his tongue inside a bit at the rear end. Tanya moaned “Mmmm…”

“Don’t make me scream, Darwin” she pleaded for mercy.

Darwin undid his trousers to release the 8 ½ inch python from its constrictive coverings. He moved up to Tanya’s buttocks and smacked his man meat up from below against Tanya’s clit a few times, sending supernovas of explosive delight through her.

If Tanya wasn’t propped up by the desk, she would’ve fallen over as her legs gave out.

Darwin then slid the head of his cock all the way from clit to taint, coating it fully in Tanya’s juices. Then without delay, he plunged it inside her while grasping tightly at the flare of her hips. “Ungh” he growled.

Tanya could not even utter a sound as her pussy was filled to the brim more than she’d ever experienced. For Darwin, this was the tightest little hole he’d ever been in but it slid nice and easy with how dripping wet she was.

Thrusts began back and forth fully deeply. Tanya could feel it banging on her sensitive cervix ever so slightly, as if knocking at the door to her womb, asking for permission to enter.

Permission Granted.

Darwin’s shaft expanded fully now and the feeling of Tanya’s rhythmic pulsing on his shaft was more than he could handle while fully inside her.

Tanya’s cavern was pulsing so hard because she, too, was about to come. She could feel the heartbeat through the fully engorged head of Darwin’s penis from her insides out.

The thrusting got faster and harder and with a much shorter stroke, as if Darwin were actually trying to travel clear through Tanya’s pussy to the other side.

The floaty sensations began in each of their heads as Darwin oozed oily pre-cum into an already well lubricated Tanya and her juices flowed from somewhere deep inside as her G-spot was milked to completion.

The semen began to flow well before the orgasm peaked in Darwin and he thought he’d be dehydrated since so much fluid was leaving his body. Tanya couldn’t stifle a few exasperated squeaks as her cunt muscles clenched and unclenched.

These sounds and sensations pushed Darwin fully past any rational limit. Every single drop of his man juice was milked as he crested the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He leaned fully over Tanya and hung on for dear life as his legs completely liquefied. He moaned deeply into her ear and bit a little by her lobe, and on the nape of her neck. Tanya could feel this and fell in love for some reason.

The thrusting degraded into a rattling vibration and Tanya’s pussy, tight as anything, suckled on Darwin’s perfect penis until he reached down to the very base, clutching it, clamping the urethra so as to squeeze the last drop into Tanya’s vagina as he pulled it out.

Tanya turned around quickly and seeing Darwin’s still semi-hard penis, put it in her mouth, tasting their combined pleasure juices. She stood up and kissed Darwin to let him enjoy the flavour as he zipped back up.

Tanya found the spare panties and slipped them on as she smiled at Darwin, now MUCH less tense than before, totally relaxed in fact, “Thanks, Darwin, I really needed that.”

“Geez, you Are passionate,” remarked Darwin, “any time you want to do that, just let me know!”

“Oh I’m sure we will again. Don’t you worry about that,” promised Tanya.

Poems

This section contains some poems which are related to the Juicy Fiction stories. Love letter

Bad Girl Poem

by Phoenix 2019-6-5
(TO: Fate, so you wanna be a bad girl…)

You are a stuck-up bitch, you’re totally crass
All flouncing around with your wide sexy ass

Sitting aloof in am-bi-va-lence
Must be a real-nice state of ba-lance

Push you too hard, and you might fall
But it’s up to me, to make that call

Give you no time, give you no space
Just get right up, into your face

If you are the one, then no harm is done
By messing around, and having some fun

Pull all your strings, and make you go “Yelp”
Fling myself to the floor, demand that you help

If you refuse, I’ll escalate the drama
Come on baby, I’m not the Dalai Lama

Immature women, love Cha☯tic games
Respond with sex, when I call them names

To string you along, I must drive you crazy
Blur all the lines, and make your vision hazy

Consider this my glove-slap, a declaration of war
Surrender to the dark side, to be my little whore

Filled to the brim, with all of your shit
I’m taking charge, tell you to stand or to sit

If you don’t like it, then that means you’re bad
You would miss out on, the best you’d ever had

So do as I say, but not as I do
Bend over your desk, and I’ll run you through

Woe is Me, Wow is You

I’m a bitch, for calling you a name
What a hitch, this ain’t no poker game
Hope to recover, my sweet li’l lover
Before you ditch me cause I’m lame

This is no good, I gotta remember
Knock on wood, May, June, September
I’m so bad, for making you mad
Burned in my brain like a hot ember

I need to atone, for being so shoddy
No malicious bone, in my whole body
I do tend to make, the occasional mistake
I swallow alone, my pride’s a hot toddy

I put in the work, to fulfill all your needs
No duty I shirk, in sowing the seeds
This poem is proof, that I’m not a goof
Our relationship will grow like the weeds

I aim for your glee, my time limit’s forever
So let us feel free, resentment, no never
Send me your love, my sweet turtledove
I will be the best man for you, ever

Overwhelming Efforts

Fate, every time I hear your name, my heart goes flutter, flutter
From Phoenix 2019-5-21 (SHC)

I remember being fed up, I said I’d had enough
Of women putting in no effort while acting so tough

I wanted a girl with emotions, who is willing to try
Someone who sees through my layers; in a good way, makes me cry

You meet all my criteria, not a single thing is missed
Well educated and smart, more beautiful than any I’ve kissed

I worry all the time that my jagged bits of fringe
Will scare you away, or might make you cringe

Surely, by all rights you deserve better than I
I wanna get personal, but I don’t want to pry

But even past the intensity felt lately you’re here
Then on Sunday they told me you are near

The anticipation was felt like IMAX on mute
Much larger than life but calm, quiet and cute

How dare you overwhelm ME, I’m the overwhelming one here
Did you not get the memo? I’m Phoenix, I have no peer

Still you stride confidently, with passion no less
I’m touched more than average, I have to confess

A woman that I want, in every single way
I almost had given up on reaching this day

I really am a-flutter, I don’t know what to do
I’m normally aloof, but your hotness makes me stew

My one insecurity, you’ve marched past it with style
I didn’t see it coming, now I’m up in a rile

You drive me so crazy I can’t find my mind
I’d go looking for it, but my heart’s in a bind

Emotional bondage, strung from each arm and each leg
On a four-poster bed, as I plead and I beg

You’ve got some fierce drive, that’s just what I need
An ideal substrate, for broadcasting my seed

As you departed on Sunday, I heard you just fine
You said “see you Tuesday”, then said it a second time

I’d have to be a dummy, to not get your point
Though I’m not at my best in this crappy joint

Can we get me out of here, to a comfortable place
Recover my witty self, at a leisurely pace

There’s nowhere I must go, no place I need be
Tell me what city may contain a girl for me

Your Pleasure is My Duty

Loving has no limits
Loving has no bounds
When loving is created
It makes some heavy sounds

Loving is for lovers
Loving is for two
When I fabricate the loving
I’d like to be with you

For loving to be proper
You must be free of pain
When I stare in your eyes
I see a deep disdain

I need you to be happy
Your soul to remain calm
I feel the urge to hold you
To be a loving balm

It’s all right to break down
Fine to be not okay
It will be our wee secret
Let go your hurt today

The barrier between us
Not wall nor a steel bar
The past left scars upon you
Would not let us get far

But I see way beyond that
I see there is a path
To get from me to you
Just need to do the math

The Calculus of our souls
Is elementary to me
After all, my sweet love
I have a math degree

I like it when you open up
And share the agony
And agon-leg and agon-heart
Only then can we be free

Keep doing this good work
Meditate and feel the joy
I swear to you this is good
It’s not some sort of ploy

Read my book and do it all
Make it a daily habit
To meditate and touch yourself
Go at it like a rabbit

When I can, I sure am gon-na
Like clovers in the field, tee-hee
Three times a day or sometimes four
Whenever you get that luck-y

Puzzle

This article was originally written under a pen name. For the true author’s name and date of birth, as well as a secret reward, please solve the following puzzle. The reward will become clear after you solve the first part:

Heart lock 1_1,2₁+1₂, 2₀±3₁

When hearts outperform minds, even vipers eventually receive solace. One lovingly verifies examined surnames. The handle is shortened ‘Bill’. Every memory you share outshines utopia. Let me achieve total euphoria.

Time jovially wends Eastward before dawn, even now. You use your zeal very joyfully without much zing. Women manifesting interesting intellects emit quiet X-rays of synchronicity.

Be cautious, my quintessential youthful vixen. Kindness gains us hope. A human quantum of compassion increases your life’s general integrity.

Good Luck!

How To Make Love To A Woman

DrewZero™

ISBN: 978-0-9782441-3-2

Contents

Introduction 8

1. Foreplay 10

2. Oral Sex (cunnilingus) 15

3. Intercourse 21

4. Afterglow 28

Puzzle 32

Introduction

Making proper love to a woman is a lot like enjoying a fine dining experience. It is not a race to see who can finish first. Each bite is to be savoured thoroughly as if it were an entire meal unto itself.

Proper manners require paying close attention to your dining partner so that you finish at the same time and neither feels rushed nor bored with any particular aspect of the full experience.

All details should be a stimulating creative combination that is unlike previous experiences and contains unique and novel sensations, but within an established framework. With practice, this seemingly complex sequence of creative expressions can flow freely as if second nature, and you can become a profoundly deep lover who gives a dynamic and fully satisfying experience to your partner each and every time you come together for a banquet of lovemaking.

There are four main components to a complete lovemaking session. Foreplay, oral sex, intercourse and afterglow. Each has certain tricks and treats which will be explored thoroughly in separate sections to follow:

1. Foreplay

Something most men don’t realize is that foreplay begins long before the clothes come off or even before entering the bedroom (or kitchen, living room or wherever you end up going at it). In fact, foreplay can and technically does begin as soon as you enter into communication with a woman.

It can last hours or even sometimes days, months or years. It is a vital part of the build-up to sensational sex.

Ideally by the time the act is about to begin, your partner will literally be quivering with intense tingles of desire and you will have to exercise significant self-control to keep the pace slow enough that you both can enjoy the full experience for a while.

Communication is the key with all aspects of lovemaking. Pay attention to your partner and really try to feel her perspective.

Touch her in places that you might not even consider to be erotic, like her elbows, the inside of her arms just below her armpit, her sides just above her ribs, the back of her knees, her hands and feet.

Gradually work up to more highly erogenous zones, like the nape of her neck, lips, thighs and the small of her back.

Unlike a man who finds it irresistible when a woman goes straight for his cock like a hoover vacuum on overdrive, a woman enjoys a slower, more complete build-up.

While you work your way around her body and explore all of her various sensory areas, notice how she responds. Remember places that make her relax, go limp, quiver or spasm with tingly delight and incorporate those zones into other aspects of your session.

As the loving aspects of foreplay become a customary habit, you will tend to practice them in subtle ways everywhere you go with your lover.

She may be perusing the broccoli at the grocery store when you surprise her with some gentle caresses in just the right places in just the special ways that she loves.

Do this in such a sneaky way that it is a special secret between the two of you that melts her butter. It will start off a tingly vibration. Take time to amplify it and nurture the feeling throughout the day.

Try being playfully seductive with smirky glances and soft touches and suggestive hints. Ideally, this will culminate into mind-blowing orgasms later on that night.

Eye contact is a vitally important part of the entire experience, as is auditory acknowledgement. The sights and sounds of pleasure mutually enhance one’s entire existence.

In ideal relationships, lovemaking never truly has a beginning or end, it simply ebbs and flows to different levels and is expressed in different ways.

The concept of foreplay is merely a term describing the waxing phase of a long gradual build-up towards orgasmic release.

Remember this at all times for a more fulfilling and completely connected love life.

2. Oral Sex (cunnilingus)

If there is only one thing you know about how to give good oral sex, it should be that if you thoroughly enjoy the act, your woman will sense and amplify this. Oh, and for heaven’s sake, clip your fingernails!

Don’t just focus on one part of her vagina. Taste her clitoris, her labia, all around and even inside her vagina. Try different techniques, like broad licks or pointy flicks of the tongue and even suckling gently on various parts.

Always pay close attention to whether she likes or dislikes what you are doing. With time you will learn all of her secrets.

Something most girls really like is having their vagina/clit licked/sucked while you slowly and carefully insert one or two fingers and feel around for her G-spot. It will be a couple of knuckles in and up towards her belly. It is usually a rough little bump about the size of a quarter.

Once you locate it, try rubbing it gently while you are eating her out. Try different amounts of pressure on it and different motions like back and forth, circles or pushing on it and releasing.

When she becomes comfortable enough with her sexuality and is highly aroused you can make her squirt by doing this.

She will initially feel like she has to pee and might be a bit disturbed by the sensation of fluid flowing through her the first time you do this to her.

Reassure her, it is not urine she is feeling, but rather orgasmic fluids.

Once she relaxes into it, there will be waves of increasingly intense pleasure wash over her up to the build-up of full ejaculatory release. Massaging the G-spot a little harder just before and as she starts squirting usually helps. Then let go of it and sort of milk it as if you are squishing the last drops of pee or cum from your penis. It is pretty much the same concept and she will love you for it, especially since this is something very difficult for her to achieve on her own. This manoeuver is called the “Venus Butterfly”.

Once you have a good idea where her G spot can be found, remember it for later when you are engaging in full penetration intercourse. There are some clever tips and tricks you can use.

While it may be difficult at first, try to caress your woman along her body while performing oral sex. Especially when receiving oral sex from her, be loving and touch her softly, on her face, her hair, her body, her breasts and nipples.

Let your loving touches mirror your own pleasures as she sucks you off. This will improve communication, helping you both to become better lovers, it will show your appreciation and will get her even more turned on and raring for the next segment of your conjugation.

One important point often missed by inexperienced lovers is that the whole point of lovemaking is to make a game out of it.

The word fore-PLAY says it quite well. It should be fun and tantalizing and last long enough to be satisfying. Many strata should be reached and a breadth of exploration keeps it interesting.

Don’t be too goal-oriented. A game that ends immediately is no fun.

Play around with the many different sensations. When you feel yourself or your partner building toward climax, slow down a little and see how long you can remain on the verge.

Feel the ultimate orgasmic anticipation coursing through your veins. Every nerve impulse firing simultaneously, filling your entire perceptual experience with a deep and intense whirlwind of mutual pleasure.

Drink in the unique look, feel, smell and taste of each other. Let loose with sounds of extreme pleasure and listen intently to your partner’s sighs and moans.

3. Intercourse

By the time you get to the actual intercourse, you and your partner should be so built up with heated passion that you can barely think straight. Remember, God gave man both a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to run one at a time.

Even though your partner is dripping wet and quivering with desire, don’t just ram your rod into her like you are cleaning a chimney. Take your time about it.

Make the act of putting it in take 10 minutes. Tease her a little, first by rubbing your rock hard head on her clit and around her labia. Make her so ravenous for you to be inside her that she tries to forcefully pull you all the way in or begs to be fucked.

Do it gradually. Slip just the head in for a bit then ease it back out. Keep inching your way inside her, feeling more and more of her hot, juicy insides with each mini stroke. Look deep into her eyes with each insertion to see and sense her desire and pleasure intermingled.

This is the point when you need to remember where her G-spot was located and angle your cock to press and grind against it. As you find it and are sliding your head across it, flex the muscles that cause your buttocks to clench. This will cause the head of your penis to inflate fully, expanding to maximum size.

You will need to practice this muscle clenching regularly in order to strengthen your male Kegels to be able to do this most effectively.

Feeling an intense pulse right on her G-spot will be such an intensely pleasurable surprise for her. Look for her eyes to widen and her pupils to roll back into her head.

Try kissing her neck as you do this, pinch a nipple and lick your thumb and rub it across her clit simultaneously and see how she reacts.

It is important to vary your technique to keep it interesting and give your partner pleasant little surprises. Don’t just be a mindless jackhammer.

Pay attention to her whole body and notice how she reacts, feel her emotions and pleasures. Take your time. Slow down when you feel her building towards climax. Let the pleasure build more deeply. You both have plenty of time to thoroughly enjoy it. Every nuance and slight variation. Really grind your cock inside her. Plunge in with abandon to feel every nook and cranny, every ridge and ripple.

Explore your partner, touch her, kiss her, feel her – make love to her.

She may have several orgasms by the time you are ready to pour yourself into her. If you have spent enough time to build up a massive load, this will be ideal.

Simultaneous orgasm will come naturally as you become fully in tune with each other and feedback off one another’s pleasures and tingles.

It is important to fully let yourself go when you achieve release.

Make sure your partner knows that she is free to fully unleash the wild beast inside of her. If she feels the irresistible urge to let loose a powerful moan, claw into you and suck every last drop of you into her with wild, rhythmic pelvic spasms then encourage her to do so. Releasing your own primal urges, let out a guttural grunt and fully go into the haze and feel it for all that it is.

Merge with your partner in the common artistic expression of transferring your seed from deep inside you, all the way up inside of her. The deeper the better, on both accounts.

Don’t force your orgasm. Let it build on its own and when you are finishing, go limp, let your body react of its own accord. Don’t exercise any control whatsoever.

You will find that if you both release control, then the intimacy and connection will take over. Your pleasure will be enhanced by magnitudes.

Synergy occurs when you can feel not just your own pleasures and tingles but those of your partner as well.

Though it will be difficult not to be dragged over the edge, try to remain in that ultimate tantric state with her as long as possible.

As you both get good at it, you will slow right down to the point that you are experiencing intense pleasure and connection by barely moving. Your orgasmic juices will have built up so much that they actually start flowing out of you long before climax actually occurs.

You could get to the point where your mutual orgasm lasts longer than the total duration of some people’s entire sexual repertoire.

4. Afterglow

Continued intimacy after climax is an often underrated part of the total lovemaking package.

As the oxytocin is welling up inside you, get really close and partake in some tender touching. Soft, gentle caresses and sweet loving kisses will finish the experience nicely.

This brings you together with a chemical reinforcement. The sacred bond is fortified.

Thus begins the next phase of the continuous cycle of intimacy. It connects seamlessly to the upcoming phase of foreplay.

You may find yourself becoming so aroused during the afterglow cuddles that you cannot contain yourself. Several sessions of lovemaking may result all in the same night. Maybe even spanning several days.

The tender moments shared after sex are a key component of the bonding experience of falling and re-falling into love. A long-lasting couple fall in love not just once, but each and every time a lovemaking session wraps up in the afterglow phase.

Communication and openness during this phase will be at a maximum. It’s a good time to muse about future hopes and dreams, be thankful for present blessings and appreciate the road that has brought you together for this deeply meaningful life experience.

Being utterly in awe of each other’s intrinsic beauty is not an uncommon experience during each and every afterglow segment of every full-blown lovemaking session.

Puzzle

This article was originally written under a pen name. For the true author’s name and date of birth, please solve the following puzzle:

♥1_1,2₁+1₂, 2₀±3₁

Time jovially wends Eastward before dawn, even now. You use your zeal very joyfully without much zing. Women manifesting interesting intellects emit quiet X-rays of synchronicity.

Be cautious, my quintessential youthful vixen. Kindness gains us hope. A human quantum of compassion increases your life’s general integrity.

Good Luck!

Juicy Fiction

by DrewZero™

Preface

Stories

Morning Bliss

Amanda the Jail Guard

Felicity and Travis

Hannah and Dave

A MESS AT TWO

July 31, 2019

Libraries Aren’t Just For Books

Peaches are Good

Sex Trek: The Next Ovulation(bisexual friendly)

Tanya and Darwin

Poems

Bad Girl Poem

Woe is Me, Wow is You

Overwhelming Efforts

Your Pleasure is My Duty

Puzzle

How To Make Love To A Woman

Introduction

1. Foreplay

2. Oral Sex (cunnilingus)

3. Intercourse

4. Afterglow

Puzzle

Sex Trek: The Next Ovulation
(bisexual friendly)