Sexual Fantasies

[rbranson]

What's your hottest sexual fantasy?

Just curious. Or bored. Or both.

What occupies your mind ... you know, when you really want to lose yourself?

Guys probably fantasize more, but I'm not sure. Do you have one to share?

Here's one I like. A sexy nurse fantasy. Yeah, I know, it's been done before. But don't knock it just yet ...



She works in a very public environment but has her own office. Conducts physical screening for doctor-referred patients.

The thing is, she is promiscuous but it doesn't immediately appear. She might give the impression that more is available, just enough to entice and get a guy's juices going but ... maintains a professional manner.

When there is good chemistry between her and a patient, she will conduct a full physical. While the patient is undressing in an adjacent area, she'll expose some cleavage but make it look like it's showing accidentally.

While the guy is changing, she's thinking of her boyfriend. She has a very high sex drive and will only do the act with her lover but there is some play involved. There are certain sexual things she can do outside of the relationship, and only at her office.

Her thoughts were wandering about as she felt a rush in anticipation of her patient coming out of the changing area. He seemed to be taking a little longer than required but she decided to wait on him, as she shuffled some papers on her desk.

She flashed back to a few minutes earlier when she had spotted him in the waiting room, had even established eye contact. He's a fit looking guy, attractive, she thought to herself. She stared at him, but walked away quickly just in case it became too obvious.

Since she knew he was next on her list, she prepared for him. Instead of the usual garnments available in the changing rooms for patients, she made sure he got a shorter one.

Meantime in the changing room, the guy is trying very hard to hold back but ... he realizes that the garnment he's just put on, is way too short and he feels a massive erection is seconds away. He can't think of how he is going to go back convincingly, wearing this thing. He stalls but it only gets worse. He tried as hard as he could to bring his erection down, but when it was taking way too long, he decided to come out anyway, semi-erect ... a hint of his shaven testicles exposed.

His thing is jiggling about as he makes his way to her desk. She smiles a big warm luscious smile, and leads him to the examination area. She tries some small talk but she knows her voice is deeper than usual, her breathing a little faster but she can't control it. She tries not to stare but the guy's erection is in her field of vision and she can't not look. Her voice sounds aroused while her body language remains professional.

The sound of her voice and her smile, allow the patient to relax and soon he is fully erect. He's fairly well endowed, and since she was trying so hard to contain her drive, she forgets to have him sit on the examination bed. He pretends nothing as she conducts standard examination procedures, working from the top of his body. As she leans closer to examine his ears, his erection is brushing against her leg. He doesn't move, and she makes no effort to get out of the way, she just goes about the motions.

The atmosphere is charged with desire and as she conducts her procedures, there is repeated eye contact. She finally asks him to sit on the bed and at this point, the garnment just crumples at the top of his penis and he is fully exposed. He offers a whispered "sorry " ... she replies "don't worry, it's normal." Which only gets him that much harder, pointing a little higher than usual, his testicles fully tightened up. He doesn't try to cover himself and she doesn't ask for him to do it either, so he is in a somewhat grey area of exhibitionism.

She takes his pressure, and she blurts "oh my ... must be cause you're a little nervous." He feels she is talking to his penis but pretends it's not happening cause she continues to exude a professional demeanor.

"Let's check your heart, shall we?"

She doesn't have him remove the top of the garnment, which would have caused his member to be covered. He's not sure what to make of this but he's embarassed because his heart is racing. He expects her to comment ... as her hands expertly but sensually rove about his chest, as she's holding the stethoscope.

Her touch is very gentle and he notices her beautifully manicured hands, very soft and feminine ... he imagines how his penis would look so big in such petite hands. Thinking of both her hands envelopping it would produce a shockingly erotic image, given her lilly white skin and his dark-tanned member.

"Oh my", she quips.

He shudders.

She adds in a comforting voice: "You have such a strong sounding heart, very healthy."

He had feared worse. "You seem in very good shape, do you exercise?"

His mouth was now dry and he could only manage a quick "yes", and a smirk. She smiled approvingly. She then asked him to lie down.

Another breaking point moment. What now, it's only going to be further in evidence, he thinks to himself. She tries to make it easy on him by putting her hand against his forearm. "I was asked to conduct a thorough exam, and if there is anything you want to share with me, don't be shy. Let's look at your stomach."

As he lies down, his erection is now even closer to her face as her warm breath is now caressing his shaft. She lifts his garnment, and with her beautiful hands, she presses on certain areas of his stomach, asking him if it hurts here and there.

As she is moving about his stomach, her left elbow and sometimes her forearm, brush against his penis. It's becoming unbearable for him, but he can't get himself to make a move, for fear that he might be reading way too much into the situation and see it all collapse. So he keeps going along with the process, seeing where it might lead. Hoping, it just continues.

She seems open to spending more time with him. The operative words were "thorough exam". She continued her examination, now moving to the pubic area. She smiled at him as she cupped the upper part of his pubes, and gently moved about the sparse hair he had there.

"Any pain or particular problems in this area" she asks, in a friendly but still composed manner.

He saw an opening, but wasn't sure.

He took a chance. "Well, there is one thing. I do tend to get rashes in this area", as he motioned to the base of his penis.

"Well, we can look at this further, she offers. Let's examine to see possible outbreaks and sources."

He couldn't believe it was happening, but he had bought a few more minutes with her. Just what the patient ordered.

Unbelievably he still wasn't sure how far or where it would go, but he rode the moment and squeezed as much as he could out of it. As she was bending over to examine his genital area, he noticed her cleavage was even more exposed. He peeked, but tried not to be obvious.

She made her way about the base of his penis. He couldn't help but notice that she wore no latex gloves. So the contact of her warm fingers against his testicles was extremely arousing. She got a little closer, to look at his skin and found some minor irritations. He suffered in silence, holding back torrents of pleasure his mouth was just begging to let out. Since she found something, she would then have an excuse to continue with the examination.

"If you look here" she said, with one hand pressed against the base of his penis, while pointing her finger with the other. "There seems to be a rash, which extends unevenly to the higher part of your penis, all along the back right here", she explains as she slides her finger across from the base to the tip of his shaft.

He had leaned up so he could see her as she was touching him, but tried to keep his composure. His throat tightened as he suppressed extreme desire, and so he only managed to nod in agreement.

"I see that the rash goes to the tip of your penis. This will occasionally happen for men who are uncircumsized, it's a minor irritation but it could get worse if untreated rapidly enough", she diagnosed. "I'd say it's a stage 2, right now", she concluded, trying to sound analytical, but her voice had hints of trembling.

She was fighting off the wetness that had crept between her legs, her clitoris engorged at this point.

"I can offer you a cream for this, but it needs to be applied a certain way. Perhaps you can let me do the first application and you can then continue with this at home", she continued.

The patient only manages a short "OK".

He looks at her as she turns to an adjacent cabinet and retrieves a lubricant. Again, he notices that she doesn't put any latex gloves on. His anticipation rises a level higher.

She turns to him, smiling, and applies a quantity of the lubricant on his penis. And with both hands, she works the gel-like substance with the tip of her fingers, up and down the backside of his elongated shaft. His heart is now pounding heavily, his pleasure is growing and he's looking at her, smiling and she's smiling back. His breathing picks up and becomes noticeable.

He sighs. She continues to apply more aggressively, working on the hind skin of his penis in such a way that the motion produced indirect masturbation.

It was too much to bear. At this point, he decides to genlty rock his penis against her hands, by thrusting his body slowly forward to meet her own up and down application of the product. He wasn't sure of her reaction but he was relieved when she looked back and gave him an approving glance.

She then wrapped both hands about his shaft and commenced a more aggressive slide, pumping him back and forth as he thrust even harder.

While she did this, she got closer to him. He responded by touching her leg, both of them now suppressing their voices as much as they could.

She whispers "I'll only ask for one favor. You must sit up, and do it my way or you'll have to finish it up in the bathroom by yourself". He didn't argue.

He sat up, faced her, as she looked at him in the eyes and masturbated him furiously, the lubricant allowing her manipulations that he never thought possible. The sound of her hands slapping against the base of his penis was all the more perverted and arousing, his full pleasure was now near. While she did this, he had only managed to touch her thighs, but this is all she wanted from him.

She sensed he was close, his juices mounting. He lifted her uniform enough to see that she was wearing a g-string and a garter belt, with a wide band nylon across each thigh.

He managed to slip a finger on her clitoris, and she allowed it only because the end was near.

"In here", she purred.

She pointed at the top of her nylons. She took his shaft with one hand and directed it toward the top of the nylon on one of her thighs, stretched out by her other hand.

"In here, only in here" she begged.

He felt a huge stream coming on and the tip of his penis now bent towards the outstretched nylon, nestled against her thigh, as he moved closer to her in order to insert it deeper into the opening between her nylon and her soft thigh. She squeezed his penis expertly as he felt her breath against his neck and ... not able to hold off any longer, let go, gushes upon gushes of juice into her nylon.

She squeezed out all she could and he gave and thrusted wildly against her thigh, releasing all the more, as his cream trickled down slowly inside her nylon, along her thigh.

She then stepped back, inched up her nylon, and put her uniform over it. Went to the sink, washed her hands and brought back a wet towel for him.

She turned away, and went back to her desk, and he awkwardly made his way across the room, his legs almost incapable of supporting him, the pleasure still intense. He made it to the dressing area, biting his lip and incredulous at what he had just experienced.

Dressed, he crossed her desk again, looked her in the eyes, smiled and thanked her. And she thanked him back, telling him to take another appoinment with her secretary.

It was still early in the morning, and she knew what awaited her. Perhaps one or two other patients would be brought to the same point, filling her other nylon with a warm load. The trick was to let it trickle about her thigh, letting it settle inside her nylons and then let it dry there, real slow.

She would go about the office and the corridor in this manner, for the rest of the day, knowing that there was a load of juice settled on her thighs, sometimes trickling down a little further as she walked about. It drove her crazy, it made her moist, she had to keep it there.

Later, when she'd get home, her boyfriend would check the inside of her nylons, and smell her skin. And sure enough, he would look for the glistening residue of multiple juices as she told the stories of how she gathered it all in one day, and how she paraded about the office pretending as if nothing were, while spunk was rolling down alongside her thighs, some of it even having made its way to her knees. The smell of fresh spunk was softly covered by a light perfume she kept at the office for such eventualities, but the smell was always readily apparent to her, which made it all the more exciting.

And when her boyfriend could ascertain that the juices she collected were all there, that she had been just naughty enough, only then would he devour her clitoris, as she expertly masturbated him with her bare foot.

She would then experience a massive orgasm, which she had repressed all day long.

And soon thereafter, her lover, near the moment of release, would point his member to the same place the others had unloaded, and would add his own juice to that of the others, in turn making his orgasm complete.

[Asmodeus]

I offer fantasies too savage to reveal.

[rbranson]

Took me 4 hours and several revisions to get this out, while overcoming my inhibitions at the same time.

Courage, dude. :cool:

[imp]

My god that must of taken guts. +rep!

[StygiaN]

I'm sitting here at work with a half-bar reading that. If only I was in the office alone I could take care of it.

+rep all round~!

[thingy]

Doing it with something other than my hand. :aah: :p

[TheBloatedFish]

I do the same thing except i put it in buckets plus i do it to cows also im not making them cum im milking them but its pretty much the same i think

[Asmodeus]

not bad, half mast salute

[dwarfthrower]

Dear Penthouse, I never thought something like this would happen to me...

I fantasize about naked women... am I weird?

[jacko]

Whats the phone number of this surgery ? I got an itch myself and can i get it on medibank ?

[rbranson]

There are legit places in France where they offer "sexual therapy". I had heard of one instance where a sexy lady therapist would spend up to 8 sessions with a male patient, engaging in sexual intercourse, showing him how to improve on his lovemaking techniques. This lady was interviewed on a local radio show a few years ago and I got aroused just listening to her explain what she did. I even jotted down her name in case I'm in France someday.

You know, all in the name of the advancement of science.

I have been fantasizing about this ever since. Which has led me to create a few fantasy-spinoffs along the way, like the one above.

Who's next? C'mon, don't be shy. I can't be the only one having fantasies like this.

[Aardvark]

I fantasise about the girls from Australia's Next Top Model, ten litres of vanilla ice cream, a bucket of strawberries, four kilograms of crushed glass and 100 razorblades.

Actually, while I'm at it, chuck in the crew, the PR department and the executives in charge of the whole thing. They all deserve a taste of strawberry vanilla suprise

[ShinymetalASS]

That was a pretty cool story, if I was a boy I'd undoubtedly have to remain behind my desk for at least a little while. From a female perspective, there should have been more chick action! LOL!

I shant post any examples of the myriad of ideas that run through my head, though I must say it kicks ass to have a vivid imagination. I'm a little pre-occupied by that psychological freudian inspired deconstruction I can see coming my way!

[rbranson]

From a female perspective, there should have been more chick action! LOL!

But there was.

She got it at home, after getting moist all day. ;)

I'd definitely want to read one from a female perspective. Or, am I going to have to write that one too? :aah:

[StygiaN]

more stories!!! free pie to anyone who can get me full hard with a story from this thread ;)

[iaidoka]

my fantasy involves asian girls saying stuff like "naka ni dame desu !"

[dilligaf]

Silk sheets.

King size water bed.

Body chocolate.

My girl.

[ShinymetalASS]

I remember writing one once that involved being in a rainforest somewhere and it raining and some fucking in the rain. But I can only rememeber the gist. And there it is. We were all on laptops in high school. Was a fun way to pass the time. Write pr0n. On teenage hormones. Fuck me there were some good stories.

But I re-iterate. Too scared to reveal fantasies. Stealth Weirdo. ;)

[Asmodeus]

But I re-iterate. Too scared to reveal fantasies. Stealth Weirdo. ;)

ha! chicken! bawk bawk bawk.

tis ok.. you can just email them to me and i'll let you knwo if they're worth posting or not. hahaha

[dozer]

I should start at the beginning.

I got up pretty early this morning, I had a one hour exam at 9.00am that didn't go all that great, so I decided to blow off some steam and go round to see one of my friends and have a few drinks. Rob doesn't live on campus, so what I normally do is drive over there, spend the day drinking with him, go out in the evening, stay over and drive back in the morning.

I got to his house at about midday, and knocked on the door. It wasn't Rob that answered though, it was some middle aged woman, in a business suit. She pulled open the door and said "Wow, who are you?"

"wow"? I thought, thats strange, and if she means me, thats pretty cool. But I pushed it to the back of my mind. "I'm Paul, Rob's mate. Who are you?" I said.

It turned out that she was Rob's mum. Apparantly, She was staying with Rob for a few weeks while her house was being renovated. She said "Errm, Robert should be back soon, you wanna come in and wait?"

"Sure" I said. So we both went inside and sat in the living room. She dissapeared for a second, and came back with two glasses of red wine, gave one glass to me and sat down next to me on the sofa. This was a bit strange... its a big sofa, and I'd sat on one end, but instead of her sitting on one of the chairs, or the other end of the sofa, she was sitting so close to me that our hips were touching. I decided the best thing to do would be to ignore it.

Anyway, long story short, it turned out that she was really easy to talk to, and helped by quite a lot of wine, we had a really nice chat. She kept topping up my glass, and before I knew it, I was fairly drunk, and as you do, I started checking her out.

She was actually pretty hot. Tall, short brown hair, nice face, a little bit heavy set perhaps, but extremely sexy for her years, and besides, I have a bit of a thing for women in business suits. Despite all that, I knew nothing was going to happen, Rob would be back soon, she was old enough to be my mother, and besides, I have a
girlfriend.

For all those reasons, I was somewhat taken by surprise when she suddenly grabbed my face and kissed me. I pulled away, shocked, and blurted out "I have a girlfriend, Rob's gonna be back soon, and you're..." I stopped there, deciding that calling her old would be a bit nasty.

She replied: "I'm really sorry, but I lied to you. Rob won't be back for a day or so, he's gone to visit his father... I just saw you on the doorstep looking all sexy and I knew I had to have you."

This took me totally off-gaurd. Women, as an unbreakable rule, don't find me sexy. I felt all complimented and cool that this woman actually thought I was hot. It was my undoing.

Before I knew what had happened, she's kissing me again, I'm kissing back, and we're tearing each other's clothes off as we race upstairs. She throws me on the bed, and we start fooling around. Fairly soon, we're both down to her uderwear, and she's lying on top of me, kissing my neck.

All well and good so far you might think. You'd be wrong.

I feel a slight pressure on my wrist, and a clicking noise. Its was hard to look up, because she's nuzzled into my shoulder, but then I feel my arm jerked upwards, and another clicking noise. Then she got off me.

I look up, and my left wrist is handcuffed to the headboard.

"What the hell are you doing?!??!?" I scream. She looks down at me, lying there in my pants. "I just thought, you know, we could get a bit kinky, know what I mean?" She says.

Now, I do know what she means, and in certain circmstances, I might be into that sort of thing, but not with someone who I first met an hour ago, and is the mother of one of my best mates.

"Errmm, I'm not really comfortable with this" I say "would you mind letting me out of the cuffs?"

"Don't be silly darling" she replies, dimming the lights. "Just relax and enjoy it. I'm going to do things to you that you never even dreamed of." She puts the key to the cuffs on the bedside table, just out of my reach.

Hmmm, I like the sound of that, I think to myself. "I like the sound of that" I say.

"Good. Now just stay there and relax honey, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. I'll be right back." And she leaves the room.

So, I'm lying there handcuffed to my mate's mum's bed, feeling a mixture of fear, horniness, and embarassment that the pants i'm wearing have seen better days and are kinda frayed.

Time passes, and more time passes. The clock on the wall tells me that I've been here for about 20 minutes now. Just as I start to get really worried that she's left me there, and Rob is going to come back, find me there, and not be too impressed that I've tried to score with his mum, the bedroom door opens again, and she comes back inside. At least, I think its her.

Its kind of hard to tell, because whoever it is is wearing a full size leopard suit made of very realistic looking yellow and black fur, has painted their face yellow, and drawn on some whiskers.

"HOLY MOTHER OF CRAP!" I scream. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING!??!"

"I'm a furry." She says. "I like to dress up like an animal for sexual pleasure."

No ****, I think. At least its her and not someone else dressed as a leopard.

"It doesn't bother you does it?" She asks, looking kind of angry. At least I think she's angry, its hard to tell what someone's face is doing under an inch of yellow greasepaint. I'm suddenly very aware that I'm handcuffed to the bed.

"ha ha, of course it doesn't bother me! don't be silly" I say, biting back from screaming abuse at this freak.

"Good." She then purred, and pounced on me. Apparantly, she really took this cat thing seriously. Next thing I know, she's rubbing here head on my chest, all the while, purring, apparantly oblivious to the fact that she's smearing my body with yellow paint, and smudging her whiskers.

I decide I better not make her mad. After all, she's a 6 foot talking leopard. "Oooo, thats nice!" I say, just as things become even more disturbing. She starts to lick down my stomach, and not in a good way, its a bit rough. Then I realise what she's doing. She's cleaning me.... like a mother cat. Urrrrrrg, this is the sickest thing ever. "Ooooo, I like that!" I say.

I realise I need to escape. And to escape, I need that damn key. Its just out of reach on the bedside table. I need help. I think fast.

"Oooo, this is really hot" I say. "Turn round so I can see your tail!" ( yes, her crazy leopard suit has a full on tail )

She giggles and turns round to face away from me, still on all fours.

"wave that tail around! WOOO! YEAH!" I shout. She likes that idea, obviously, because she starts vigerously swinging her tail from side to side. Unfortunatly, it keeps smacking me in the face. However, this tail is just what I need to give me some extra reach. I grab the end of it with my free hand, and try to sweep the handcuff key onto the bed. After about three or four tries, I get it, and quickly hide the key in my palm.

Unfortunatly, all this tail tugging has got her somewhat excited. "Don't stop!" she moans urgently. So, hating myself every second, and trying to look away, I start pulling her tail, harder and harder, while she gets more and more excited.

This is where my situation, admittedly not great to start with, gets even worse, as her tail comes off in my hand with a load rip.

Immediatly, she spins round, screaming her head off. "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE YOU LITTLE ****!" I manage a grin as she stares at the torn tail in my hand.

I have to move fast. I shove her off me, and she falls off the bed with a bump. I quickly scramble to undo the cuffs. She's just getting to her feet as I manage to get them detached from the headboard. I spring off the bed, and quickly grab my wallet and keys from the dresser and make a dash for the door.

I half run, half fall down the stairs, stumble into the hall and start fumbling with the locks on the front door, just as she gets to the top of the stairs, still screaming and with a face like bright yellow thunder.

I'm moaning softly to myself, thinking something along the lines of "I'm going to be on the news, dumped in a river with my hand cut off and shoved in my mouth" when finally the last lock comes free and I bolt out of the door, with her in hot pursuit.

My car is parked on the road, and I manage to dive inside and lock the doors, just as she skids to a halt next to the driver's door, still dressed as a leopard, and starts banging on the window, screaming "GET THE HELL OUT HERE YOU LITTLE *******! I'LL RIP YOUR NUTS OFF!"

"NOT LIKELY YOU ******* PSYCHO!" I shout back, "I SHOULD REPORT YOU TO THE RSPCA OR SOMETHING YOU FREAKY WITCH!"

We're still screaming abuse at each other as she moves round to start in the front of the car, glaring at me through the windscreen. "You're not going anywhere!" she says in a soft threatening voice. "Not unless you're willing to run me over... and you havn't got the balls!"

Thats what she thinks.

Unfortunatly, she's right. I can't run her over, even if she is a total nutbag. I look around the car.

"MAYBE NOT, BUT I CAN SHOW ALL YOUR NEIGHBOURS YOUR LITTLE FETISH YOU GODDAMN FREAK!" I yell, and start hammering the horn for all I'm worth. At this, she gives a little yell and runs back inside the house, vainly trying to cover up her fur-clad body with her hands.

I sink back into my seat, exhausted. Its been a tough couple of hours. I'm still only wearing my pants, my chest is covered in yellow paint and drool, and I've got a set of handcuffs dangling from one wrist. I do a quick check... at least I havn't crapped myself.

I start the car and look back at the house of horrors, I can see her bright yellow face at one of the windows on the top floor, peeking through the curtains, so I open the sunroof and flip her off as I drive away down the street.

[dwarfthrower]

...penis...penis...penis...penis...penis...penis.. .penis...penis...penis...penis...penis...penis...p enis...penis...penis...

Publisher: First and foemost, Mr. Garrison, I would like to thank you for chosing Harequin Romance
Mr. Garrison: Yeahyeahyeah. So, didi you read the book?
Publisher: Uh yes, Mr. Garrison, we did read your book. [taps on it a few times]
Mr. Garrison: Well, what did you think?
Publisher: Well, uh, frankly, Mr. Garrison, n-we don't know if the Harequin Romance label is appropriate for you.
Mr. Garrison: Ooohhh, why not??
Publisher: Mr. Garrison, uh… are you aware that the word "penis" occurs six-thousand and eighty-three times in your novel?
Mr. Garrison: Well, I'm sure there's lots of naughty words. It is a romance novel.
Publisher: Nnnno, I don't think that this book really qualifies as a "romance novel."
Mr. Garrison: No?
Publisher: [clears his throat] No. No, this is what we in the book-publishing business like to call… gay. Really, really gay.
Mr. Garrison: What the hell are you talkin' about?!
Publisher: It's just that the focus really seems to be on the… male organs.
Mr. Garrison: Well, I thought it was mostly women that read these things!
Publisher: It is.
Mr. Garrison: Well, women want to read about ding-dongs! D'you thnk women care about the details of female anatomy?! Hel-lo! Women wanna read about big, poweful schlongs! [the publisher has no answer] Look, I've seen women read these things. They skim along and skim along until they get to the part about the penis! That's what they want, so that's what I'm giving them!
Publisher: [taps his chin] Hmmm.

[MisterBishi]

http://forums.zgeek.com/showthread.php?t=12328

[Chrissy]

http://forums.zgeek.com/showthread.php?t=12328

Hehe, I love that thread!

[MisterBishi]

That's because you are a brazen hussy. :cool:

[Chrissy]

Shut yer face! You love it!

[Manshoon]

I remember writing one once that involved being in a rainforest somewhere and it raining and some fucking in the rain. But I can only rememeber the gist. And there it is. We were all on laptops in high school. Was a fun way to pass the time. Write pr0n. On teenage hormones. Fuck me there were some good stories.

But I re-iterate. Too scared to reveal fantasies. Stealth Weirdo. ;)


Its ok Shiny....Ill tell you a few later and see if that gives you any ideas :p

[Glompbot]

Publisher: First and foemost, Mr. Garrison, I would like to thank you for chosing Harequin Romance
Mr. Garrison: Yeahyeahyeah. So, didi you read the book?
Publisher: Uh yes, Mr. Garrison, we did read your book. [taps on it a few times]
Mr. Garrison: Well, what did you think?
Publisher: Well, uh, frankly, Mr. Garrison, n-we don't know if the Harequin Romance label is appropriate for you.
Mr. Garrison: Ooohhh, why not??
Publisher: Mr. Garrison, uh… are you aware that the word "penis" occurs six-thousand and eighty-three times in your novel?
Mr. Garrison: Well, I'm sure there's lots of naughty words. It is a romance novel.
Publisher: Nnnno, I don't think that this book really qualifies as a "romance novel."
Mr. Garrison: No?
Publisher: [clears his throat] No. No, this is what we in the book-publishing business like to call… gay. Really, really gay.
Mr. Garrison: What the hell are you talkin' about?!
Publisher: It's just that the focus really seems to be on the… male organs.
Mr. Garrison: Well, I thought it was mostly women that read these things!
Publisher: It is.
Mr. Garrison: Well, women want to read about ding-dongs! D'you thnk women care about the details of female anatomy?! Hel-lo! Women wanna read about big, poweful schlongs! [the publisher has no answer] Look, I've seen women read these things. They skim along and skim along until they get to the part about the penis! That's what they want, so that's what I'm giving them!
Publisher: [taps his chin] Hmmm.


FYI, its Harlequin, they do mills & boon, they also do thiller stories, etc.
They used to be one of my clients at my old job. (well, for the section of their work that I did, they were 'mine' and 'my responsibility'... i wasn't an account manager)

[hazza]

me

bishi

and a bucket of kfc

[dwarfthrower]

FYI, its Harlequin,

FYI, I don't really give a rat's proverbial... I merely copied the text from the first random south-park site I hit that had the episode i was after.

[Chrissy]

Ok, so this is all slighly corny, but it does it for me. I should warn you that it's taken a long time to write this and it hasn't in places translated very well from the pictures in my head into written word, but hey, I am no writer! I hope you enjoy...

Rachel twisted the barrel of her ball point pen absently between her fingers while staring mindlessly at the image of next years budget plan projected onto the screen. Next to her, Debbie twisted a strand of long blonde hair which had some loose from the sensible pony tail she usually wore to work. The meeting had been running for an hour already and the drone of Ben’s voice was starting to make Rachel incredibly sleepy. 4:30 pm on a Friday and stuck in a meeting was not her idea of a good start to the weekend.

She stifled a yawn and tried to arrange her pretty features into something resembling concentration. Immediately opposite her, Pete noticed her attempts and gave her a sly grin. Rachel smiled back. Any attention from Pete, the best looking guy in the office was welcome as far as she was concerned. Rachel had decided a long time ago that she would love to get to know Pete better, but he always seemed to have at least several very attractive girls demanding his attention. She wasn’t going to boost the guys ego any more.

A sharp tap on her leg brought her back to reality, she looked up from her manicure to see who it was who had kicked her. All the rest of the sales team were looking towards the screen. She was just starting to think it had been an accident when she felt a more gentle pressure sliding slowly up and down her leg, someone had taken their shoe off and was very softly massaging the top of her foot. The toes attached to the unknown foot slid against along the side and eased her shoe off her heel so it was dangling from her toe. Slowly the foot inched its way up her calf. Rachel felt herself blushing. Her breathing quickened slightly and a shot of adrenalin prickled in her stomach.

Rachel, although puzzled, was enjoying the sensations this unexpected distraction was sending up her leg and, it was certainly much more interesting than sales targets and projected profits. Opposite, Pete cast her another grin. ‘Aha!’ thought Rachel ‘So you want to play a little footsie, well two can play at that game’. She shifted her weight forward in her chair and very deliberately placed her left foot as high up on Pete’s thigh as she could without falling off the front of her seat. Pete’s head turned slightly towards her and he raised his eyebrow in amusement. Rachel increased the pressure slightly and Pete took a sharp breath which he covered with a cough. She felt Pete’s hand on her ankle, his fingers pressing into the soft dip at the top of her heel. Rachel had just begun to slide her foot out of her shoe when she became aware of the rest of the sales team shuffling their papers and getting up to leave. She pulled her leg back and the foot that had been caressing hers disappeared.

Next to her, Debbie was asking her if she wanted to get a coffee in the lounge and talk about some of the issues the meeting had raised. With difficulty, Rachel composed herself and politely declined, ‘actually, I need to have a quick word with Pete’ she said, looking deliberately across at him. Pete, eternally cool, answered her ‘yeah sure, I need to go over last weeks figures with you anyway, it could take a while, I hope you didn’t have anything special planned tonight?’ Rachel smiled ‘no, it’s fine’ she replied.

Rachel took her seat again, crossing her legs at the ankle. Pete took the seat Debbie had been sitting in and for a moment they were silent, waiting to make sure everyone had left. A few seconds before the silence became uncomfortable Pete cast a glance down Rachel’s legs before focusing on her shoes, he laughed softly and raised his eyes to Rachel’s face which was turning a pretty shade of pink. She was starting to feel very silly. Without saying a word, Pete slipped out of his chair and knelt at Rachel’s feet. He lifted a pointed toe in his hand and placed a kiss right on the tip. Rachel, although she could hardly believe what appeared to be happening lifted her foot and placed it gently under Pete’s chin. Tilting his face up towards her she smiled and with one movement pressed the stiletto heel hard against Pete’s chest sending him over backwards. Rachel dropped to her knees and on all fours made her way across the carpet to where Pete was half sitting. Her shirt hung forward revealing just a glimpse of her bra cupping a pair of smooth brown breasts, Pete made no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking straight at Rachel’s cleavage. This time it was Rachel’s turn to smile at Pete’s indiscretion. ‘You like the look of them?’ she asked. ‘What’s not to like?’ said Pete quietly, licking his lips.

Rachel continued to crawl on all fours across the carpet, her skirt sliding up and down her thighs with every movement of her hips. Pete’s breathing quickened and a thin film of sweat broke out on his upper lip. He had always wondered if Rachel was as dirty as he thought she could be. He was about to find out. Rachel had now reached Pete’s knees. She crept closer to him. Grazing her breasts over his knees, up his thighs, just, but not quite touching his crotch and finally up his chest she moved her lips slowly up his neck, not quite touching the skin, but breathing hard enough for him to feel it on his skin. Gently she took his earlobe in her teeth and bit. Pete moved his head slightly to the side and kissed Rachel’s neck softly.

Rachel’s index finger slid between the top two buttons on Pete’s shirt and they slipped open easily. She stroked the hollow at the base of his neck and wondered why, even though they had hardly touched each other, she was so wet. The realization that she was so aroused sent a bolt of lust through her and she gasped. Pete smiled into her hair and turned her face to his, cupping her cheeks in his hands. He bent his mouth to hers and kissed her hard. Rachel moaned. ‘You’re shaking’ Pete whispered. ‘How’s the adrenalin?’ ‘Fine’ breathed Rachel, even though she felt about as far from fine as it was possible to get!

As their bodies rose from the carpet so they could press into each other more deeply, Pete murmered something ‘What was that?’ said Rachel, ‘I didn’t catch what you said’ Pete moved back slightly, ‘ I said, why did you pick today to start playing footsie under the table?’ A confused frown flickered over Rachel’s forehead. ‘I didn’t start it, you did’ she said. ‘But..I didn’t do anything’ Pete looked as confused as Rachel. A sudden noise made them both look towards the door. Because of their position behind the boardroom table, all Rachel could see was a pair of shoes. ‘It wasn’t Pete that was playing with your feet Rachel, it was me’ The shoes began to walk across the carpet. The shoes were attached to a very long, well defined pair of legs and it seemed that the legs were attached to Debbie! Rachel was stunned, embarrassed and extremely turned on. ‘Is this a private party or can anyone play?’ asked Debbie standing in front of the disheveled couple who were still kneeling on the floor. ‘I think there’s room for one more’ smiled Pete. Debbie dropped to her knees and turned to Rachel. Without hesitation, Debbie leant forwards and kissed Rachel full on her mouth. Her left hand slipping inside Rachel’s shirt, her right hand undoing the rest of Pete’s shirt buttons. Rachel closed her eyes and a soft moan escaped her lips, being kissed by Debbie was pretty fucking hot she thought. Pete could hardly believe his luck. His cock immediately stood to attention, pressing against his leg. He moved the fabric slightly and Rachel opened her eyes and looked directly at his crotch. ‘It’s not going to be much use if it stays in there’ she said, ‘I want to see you play with it’. Pete swallowed hard, it was good to hear someone take control for a change. He reached down to his zip and pulled it down, the tiny vibrations of the zip sending tingles of pleasure up the shaft. With a deft flick of his wrist, his cock sprang free and stood to attention. A tiny drop of moisture at the tip made a mark on his white shirt. He gripped it tightly and started to rub the tip with his thumb, his head thrown back. Debbie turned her face so her cheek was pressed hard against Rachel’s. For a moment they watched Pete rubbing his cock, moving the skin up and down the shaft in slow deliberate strokes. They glanced quickly at each other, smiled and as one moved together to where Pete was sitting. Debbie began kissing Pete on his mouth and neck while Rachel took his cock in her mouth and sucked the top, caressing the shaft with her tongue.

Pete slipped his hands inside Debbie’s top and began to play with her hard nipples, Debbie’s hand was tangled in Rachel’s hair, pushing her head up and down so her mouth moved smoothly and rhythmically. Rachel felt a flood of warmth between her thighs. She loved feeling a hand on the back of her neck while she had a hard hot cock in her mouth. Her nipples strained against her bra, sending prickling sensations through her breasts, up her neck and down into her stomach. She reached on hand round to the zip on her skirt and pulled it down. With a wriggle, her skirt fell to the floor and she pushed her kickers to one side and stimulated her clitoris with a finger, wet with Pete’s juices. She pushed her hair back and saw Pete pulling Debbie’s top over her head. Debbie’s breasts, naked under her top were being pulled upwards by the fabric and Rachel couldn’t help but touch them.

Pete sat back slightly so he could look at the two half naked girls in front of him, Debbie wearing her skirt and shoes, Rachel wearing her half unbuttoned shirt, knickers and stockings. Debbie’s chest was rising and falling and her eyes were half closed and slightly glazed. Rachel was grinning, a smear of moisture at the side of her mouth, smudging her lipstick. The three of them sat for a second, breathing heavily. Pete rose to his feet and held both hands out for the girls to take hold of. He moved over to the end of the boardroom table and lifted Debbie up onto the top of the shiny wood. He pulled Debbie’s skirt up to her hips, spread her legs and raised an eyebrow suggestively as he realized Debbie wasn’t wearing any knickers. ‘I want to watch you play with yourself now’ he said quietly. Debbie licked her fingers and ran them up and down her thighs for a moment before they found their way in between her wet pussy lips and onto her clitoris. She began to stroke slowly and gently while playing with her nipples with her other hand.

Pete lead Rachel over to the plate glass window which faced out into the office area. He removed her shirt while kissing her mouth, then he turned her round and pushed her forward slightly so she had her back to him and her breasts were pressing against the cold glass. He moved behind her and took hold of his cock in one hand, his other hand pulling her damp knickers to one side. ‘Move your feet apart’ he whispered in her ear. Rachel did as she was told. Pete pressed the tip of his cock between her thighs and slid deliberately into her. Rachel moaned and pushed back onto him. Pete turned his head to the side and watched Debbie playing with herself, she looked back at him, holding his gaze before slipping off the table and kneeling in front of Rachel. While Pete fucked her from behind, Debbie buried her face in Rachel’s cunt, flicking her tongue over her clitoris and sucking it into her mouth.

Rachel’s head was thrown back, eyes closed and both hands pressed against the glass. She half opened her eyes and with a jolt of shock, she saw that on the other side of the glass, just inches away from her, stood a man. He had his trousers around his ankles and his cock in his hand. He was sliding his hand up and down the shaft in slow rhythmical movements, he was looking directly into her eyes. Rachel gave a tiny gasp of surprise but was so turned on, she decided to play the game. She smiled at the man on the other side of the glass and he smiled back, moving his hand faster and glancing down towards his hard penis and back up into her eyes. He seemed to be willing her to come and Rachel was happy to oblige. The heat spreading up her thighs was becoming deliciously unbearable. Debbie, kneeling on the floor still had her face buried in Rachel’s clitoris, her tongue occasionally catching Pete’s cock on his outstroke. Thinking about this was all that Rachel needed. ‘oh please….now…’ she managed to whisper before the rolling waves of pleasure, gentle at first, began to ripple through her. Pete, feeling the tightening sensations, groaned and let his own orgasm envelope him. The man on the other side of the glass was coming too, the incredible sight in front of him allowing him to shoot cum onto the glass window. Rachel, through half closed eyes, watched the mans face, crumpled in pleasure.

Afterwards, Rachel would always wonder if the man on the other side of the glass had been Debbie’s idea all along, but since all of them promised never to talk about what happened in the boardroom, Rachel figured she would never know.

[annie]

noice. verrah noice.

[johny_roberts]

when I am done beating off *could take days* ill submit one so get ready ladies the panties will be drenched and asmodeus I just ask when you read my story you keep the sheep clear............

[HAL]

Two brazilians, me and a bottle of KY. The rest writes itself.

[johny_roberts]

Hey if my fantasy involves goats, midgets, donkeys and a fat lady with dandruff would I be a freak?????

If so I am writing my story again god dammit

[Glompbot]

its like porn.
i like it.

i have no imagination... i don't think of anything when getting off except whats actually happening.

[banga]

I fantasise about the girls from Australia's Next Top Model, ten litres of vanilla ice cream, a bucket of strawberries, four kilograms of crushed glass and 100 razorblades.

Actually, while I'm at it, chuck in the crew, the PR department and the executives in charge of the whole thing. They all deserve a taste of strawberry vanilla suprise

mmmm! they would be very scared when they saw the rampant 2" of mad arrdvark kawk comin for them :)

[sperm]

Here is my effort at erotic fiction.
I tend to write differently than typical porn, focusing on scene setting details, and how people think/feel. There is alot less action descriptives and more effort on letting the reader start their own imaginations.
I hope you enjoy, and encourage everyone to give it a try!


The evening was drawing to a close. Drained wine glasses and plates mopped clean of the last tasty morsels, festooned on the plain dinning table. Marty was feeling giddy, as he stood and thanked his kind hostess for a wonderful evening.
Marty then turned to help his new bride, Brooke, rise from her chair. Now it was Brooke's turn to thank their hostess, Nat, an old school friend they had come to visit in Holland during their world honeymoon.
Marty watched as the two women embraced amicably, the pair presented a contast of sorts; Brooke was a tall, big breasted, curvy blonde - smart and sassy, intelligent and witty. She was truly a lady to be respected; admired and well groomed, and he was grateful of her presence. She was a shy, home-body type of women, always ready to listen, and a good companion.
Nat was a far different type: short, small brunette, only midly educated; she was tomboyish, yet still daringly attractive, and was constantly talking. She had little inhibitions, and often spoke openly on all topics, including risque ones. Marty found her candour appealing, and refreshing; and secretly was enthralled with Nat's daring stories, particularly of a past boyfriend servicing her behind so well, secretly while her parents slept in the next room, she had to stuff her fist into her mouth to stop her loud moans and cries.

Now it was time for all to retire; Nat was kind enough to further extent her hospitality into a spare room for the night. As they turned in, Marty, feeling excited by the exploits of their adventurous friend, suggested to Brooke that they could try their own feat. However, Brooke more a sensible proper 'lady in company', was still nervous about becoming a 'whore of the bedroom'; she was boarded in believing that anything beyond missionary was kinky. She had quieted turned pink in embarrasment at her friends' brazen honesty, and was livid at the thought of anybody hearing the sounds of nightime passions.

At this, Marty resigned that partnerships are much more than just the bedroom; and relived the conflict by a quick visit to empty the bathroom - at least he got to pass one type of liquid from his semi-inflated member !
On his return from his busieness, passing Nat's bedroom, he noticed the door had not been fully pulled shut. Suddenly feeling his heart beat faster, and his breath becoming ragged, he pressed one eye against the ajar door, and was rewarded by the comely figure of his fantasies. Nat was just finishing making the spare bed, and had switched off the main light. In the dull yellow light of the reading lamp, her figure flowed and swayed, as she slowly removed her top, and let her long black hair free to fan out across her back. Reaching behind her removing her bra clasp, she revealed a soft brown back,
highlighting a swarthy heritage, contrasting against Brookes' own pale lily white 'china doll' perfecteness.
Nat brought her hands around her front, stroking them up her tummy, and from Marty's angle, cupping her no longer captive petite breasts and pinching her nipples briefly.Her head briefly threw backwards enjoying the feeling, mouth open, eyes shy, mouth pursed. As she let the feeling passed, her eyelids fluttered open. Marty suddenly realising she was looking in his direction, stumbled backwards from the door, a sudden guilty chill spreading through him at his intrusion.

Returning to his bedroom, he found Brooke still awake, and impatient at his return. She had had a change of heart, especially seeing Marty's now engorged member, and Brooke knew a quick roll in the sack was often a good cure for insomnia. Marty now feeling emboldened at getting his chance to pleasure a woman for the night, and fresh from seeing a semi-nude nymph jumped at the chance!
Leaving little to foreplay, Brooke pulled Marty on top of him, and spread her legs wide, quickly stripping Marty of his clothes, and guiding his giant cock into her wet pussy. Marty could feel her hot, juicy, glistening flesh instantly grab his manhood, daring him to instantly pummel like a wildebeast on the run!
Brooke returned Marty's initial kisses, the fruity after-tastes of recently indulged wines mingling between their sloppy meshing, but then to reduce the suckering sounds, resorted to burying Marty's face into her slightly lavender fragrant long blonde tresses. She held his broad shoulders tightly to her, leaving his lower body to do it's work down below.

Marty, at first exhilerated at finally being able to express his passion, started to find difficulty maintaining his intial vigour while mindlessly pumping like a detached limb. His hungry cock began to lose its sharpness, and started to more feeling like digging in wet mud. Feeling the urgency subsiding, Brooke did not want the enjoyment to end, taking a new bold initiative, she rolled a surprised Marty onto his back, and began grinding her crotch against his, while his supple manhood, received new tightness and passion it had never experienced before. Brooke enjoyed this sudden sense of lust and power, and further pushed her boundaries; letting Marty's now appreciative cock slip from underneath her, she crawled up further on his body, grabbing the old wooden ornate bedhead, she straddle Marty's warm flushed face. Lowering her musty, succulent aching pussy onto his lips, she wiggled and positioned her folds, until she found a moist tongue to grind her vibrant clit against.
Now festing on the exquiste womanhood presented before him, Marty sucked and licked like a thirsty man from a ripe mango, he grabbed her bucking hips and smothered himself beneath Brooke's writhing body. His own whole body buzzed at such a wanton, desiring woman, enjoying the pleasure, and exhaultant at this seemingly pacwoman pussy gobbling his own features. Marty's cock became alive, bigger and harder than ever seemed possible, straining at all the sides, rigid as a flagpole snapping in the wind, open, exposed and vunerable without anything touching or stimulating him.
But then ... there was a touch ! Or so he thought, then a long enveloping, gorgeous feeling, a pushing into soft yeilding hotness, that just slotted right into place.

Gulping widely, eyes bulging, Marty managed to peer down between the ragged drenched quivering pubes of Brooke, to see Nat triumphantly riding his now rigid member, she smiled wickedly back, and began to trace delicate soft patterns into Brooke's back, drawing down heavily with her nails, helping maintain Brookes strong connection to Marty's face.
Brooke now start to pant wildly, quicking her humping and gyrations, lost to the passion. Feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching, she now longer could maintain her decorum, she began to moan and squeal in delight. Marty's tongue and lips sucked strongly on her rapidly flowing juices, taking her over the edge in a body shuddering, muscle tensing release, simulanteously, Marty's body convulsed, almost unexpectedly, but in unison, and he let fly with his own juices, flooding into the woman now whooping and hopping into his lap !

Exhausted Brooke fell to the other side of the bed, her naked form now satisied and spent, her knees wide open to display her pulsating pussy, coming down from a high.
Nat, now finishing with Marty's hardness, licks her lips and hops off, leaning down with her mouth, now taking over from Marty's job, and start slowly nuzzling her nose into Brooke's softness. Brooke at first surprised, but letting her body take over, starts running her fingers through Nat's long dark hair. Then enjoying the moment even further, sits up, pushes Nat over by her shoulders. Nat now on her own back, pulls Brooke's willing figure on top of her, and lets Brooke kiss slowly down her body, until she reaches a whole new experience. Brooke dives in to her friend's wet excited pussy, quickly licking, sucking and lapping to excited giggles and encourgaing mummurs.
Marty, now blown away by the scene before him, quickly rises, and scurries around to the foot of the bed. Brookes naked bum waves in the air, an inviting pussy daringly parted and presented before him. Looking down, he smile satisfied in himself as his cock obliges and becomes rigid once more, entering into Brooke's pussy from behind, he reaches around, squeezing and pinching her nipples, while Brooke's tongue learns a new art.
Heaving together, this body chain reacts one last time, starting from Nat's loud screeching failing orgasm, to Brookes grunting, muffled groans, to Marty's explosion and happy collapse.
The threesome finally come together in one big bed, Marty in the middle, adorned all happy night, with two eager and nubile women on either side, each turn during the night rewarded by a warm cuddle. Maybe this quick explorative layover on the continent will have to be extended for quite a bit yet !

Whew!

[Chrissy]

:cool: !

[wolfpac181]

this one I have where Jesus Christ
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum.

[Chrissy]

Yup, it's another one! This one translated better from my head. Possibly something to do with the shorter phrases and less of the 'he said/she said' nonsense!

Ali makes her way quickly down the seedy alleyway trying not to touch the moss covered walls. She stops outside a black painted door and with a quick glance to check that she isn’t being watched, opens the door and steps inside.

The plush interior smells faintly of perfume, the walls are painted deep red. It’s dark and warm. With a quick nod and a smile at the girl sitting behind the small table in the corner Ali makes her way through a small side door into a dressing room.

Dumping her bag on the sofa, Ali quickly slides out of her jeans and top and opens the wardrobe. Hanging in front of her are rows and rows of lingerie. She flicks through the rail before settling on a hanger which holds a black lace bra, matching suspender belt and knickers. All three are edged in pink. Settling the suspender belt more comfortably on her hips, Ali opens the floor length curtain which hides her from view. Picking up the black stockings that lay on the bed next to her, Ali steals a small glance sideways. Through the window she can see the shadowy figures of three men sitting side by side on hard-backed chairs. She allows herself a small smile, bends to her toes and begins to roll first one and then the other stocking slowly up her legs, smoothing the nylon with her fingertips as she goes.

Easing her feet into her pink stiletto heels, Ali stands up. She faces the glass window and begins to sway slowly to the music which is being piped into the room. She runs her hands slowly up the insides of her thighs and over her hips. Turning with her back to the window slightly, she caresses the soft curves of her buttocks before moving her hands up over her stomach and further up still to the black lace which encloses her firm breasts. Her gentle touch sends sparks of electricity over her skin and Ali’s lips part slightly, the pink tip of her tongue running moisture over them. Smoothly, her pink painted nails make their way inside the cups of her bra and graze lightly over her hardening nipples. Ali bites her bottom lip, imagining the pressure was placed there by one of the men who are watching her. She moans a little and increases her grip on her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger.

Moving her finger up to her mouth, Ali bends at the waist giving her audience a view of her breasts framing the soft curved mound between her thighs. Looking up through the curtain of her hair, she can see that one man is standing against the back wall. His eyes half closed, his hand rubbing his bulging crotch through the fabric of his jeans. Ali brings the tip of her finger to her mouth and licks it, circling the top before pushing it all the way into her mouth. Standing upright again, she hooks one thumb into the side of her knickers and pulls them to one side, her moist finger finding her hot clitoris immediately. She moans again, eyes half closed.

Ali sits on the bed, finger still moving between her legs. She parts her thighs and leans back a little. With her other hand, she lowers her chin and glances seductively through the glass, beckoning the standing man into her room. He disappears for a second before appearing at the door. He opens his mouth to speak, but Ali shakes her head and pats the bed next to her. He moves to her side and sits down. Ali reaches over and flicks the top button of his jeans open. She runs her nails firmly over the denim while he unbuttons his shirt. Ali straddles his lap and buries her face against his chest. She can hear his heart beating a rhythm on his ribs. She encircles his back with her arms and runs her fingernails hard over the taut muscles while bending her mouth to his nipples and lapping at them with her tongue. He breathes hard in her ear and moves his hands down to her backside, holding it up slightly off his lap. Ali wriggles her hips so she can rub her pussy onto him, but he holds her, his fingers pressing dents into her flesh so she is unable to grind against him. She feels the tension building between her thighs and bites harder at his chest. The man lies back on the bed and Ali crawls up and turns around so she is facing the window again. She positions herself over the mans face and lowers her aching pussy onto his mouth. As he slips his tongue into her, she takes a sharp breath and looks up at the two remaining men. The blonde is kneeling on the floor, his hard cock in his hand, the red head is simply sitting, hands in his lap, staring at Ali’s breasts.

Ali brings her hands back up to her breasts and pulls the lace away from her skin releasing her nipples. She rubs her whole palm over them. The man below her undoes the rest of the buttons on his jeans. Ali can see his cock pointing up towards her face. She falls forwards and slides it into her warm wet mouth, tasting the salt and covering it with saliva. She feels it pulse and sucks to match the rhythm. The man sighs and his hot breath makes Ali’s pussy twitch.

Again Ali looks up through the window and beckons the blonde man into her room. He almost falls through the door, pulling his jeans off as he crosses the room and steps up onto the bed. Grabbing a handful of Ali’s hair he pulls her head up and pushes his cock into her mouth almost choking her. A sharp shot of adrenaline spikes through Ali’s legs and stomach ad she takes him fully into her mouth. He is much bigger than the first guy and she pulls hungrily on his cock with her mouth while massaging his balls which have tucked themselves tightly against his body. She moves her hands roughly around to his backside and pulls him closer against her face. Her lipstick is smeared across one cheek, her hair disheveled. Small tears form in the corners of her eyes as she struggles with the size of him and run down, taking some of her heavy mascara with them.

The man lying on the bed is still sliding his tongue in and out of her, clicking it over her engorged clitoris so it is pushed hard to one side before springing back. Silver strands of electricity are now radiating through Ali’s body. From her scalp, down through her mouth which is filled with cock, down her neck, into her nipples before connecting on a pool in her lower stomach. The kneeling man reaches down and holds her breasts with his fingers pressing into her nipples. They massage the flesh roughly and Ali’s pussy pulses and twitches.

Ali feels the slow waves of her orgasm approaching and decides it’s time to move. She takes the kneeling mans hips in her hands and pushes him roughly away from her, his cock springs from her mouth, dripping saliva. A look of frustration flickers across his features. Ali lifts herself shakily from her knees and falls sideways onto her back. She flips herself over onto her stomach and pushes herself onto all fours giving the final man behind the glass a full view of her wet pussy and the trails of moisture which have crept down her thighs. She beckons the blonde man over between her spread legs and guides him into her. She gasps as he fills her and gasps again as he reaches round to play with her clitoris.

The other man positions himself at her head, on his knees and pushes his cock into her mouth. He holds her face in his hands and guides the rhythm of her mouth to the speed he wants. Ali is shaking now, little cries of lush escaping her lips. Her pussy closes tightly around the blonde mans cock, squeezing and rippling around it. Her breasts are hanging down, swinging as she is pushed from behind and pulled from the front. Her tongue is becoming frenzied on the cock that fills her mouth, she swallows a mouthful of liquid, a mixture and saliva and two different men’s semen. The thick saltiness slides down her throat and she chokes a little, a small amount escaping to trickle down her neck. She brings a hand up to massage it into her nipples.

Ali becomes aware that the last man is now in her room. He is standing beside her, his cock inches from her. He reaches one hand forward and touches Ali’s breast. He breathes heavily and squeezes harder, his thumb moving gently over the tip of his shaft and her nipple in the same circular pattern. Ali looks out of the corner of her eye, watching how his thumb moves smoothly over the dark red, almost purple tip. Slowly she moves her hand to the base and grabs hold of it, taking the loose skin at the bottom and massaging it expertly up so it covers the top before pulling it right back down to the base. A few drops of cum gather on the tip. Ali rubs her finger into the liquid and smears it down the underside of his cock. The man groans and wraps his hand over hers making her grip him tighter and move faster. With a deep groan, he points the tip towards Ali’s feet and cums on her shoes.

Ali immediately feels her own orgasm approaching again, hard, fast and hot. She moans loudly, panting and squirming onto the two men who impale her. It starts in her feet and she wriggles her toes in the semen that fills her shoe. Her pussy pulsates and grips the blonde man even harder pulling him deeply into her. She feels the cock between her lips jerk and a stream of liquid begins to force its way into her mouth. The blonde man’s stroke is slowing and becoming more deliberate before he gives in to his own orgasm. Ali bucks her hips and the sharp tingling feeling reaches her thighs before converging in a hot wave deep inside her lower stomach. Pulses of pure heat engulf her pussy as it squeezes and twitches, each wave accompanied by her loud moans.

Without speaking, each man kisses Ali softly before leaving her alone in the room. Ali gently places her hand between her legs and strokes her clitoris gently for a while before getting off the bed and closing the curtain. She dresses, not making any attempt to clean the multiple juices off her skin or from between her legs.

Back in the reception area, she opens her bag and places six £50 notes on the little table. The girl sitting behind the table smiles and nods and Ali winks before turning and making her way back out onto the street.

[Zan]

Some excellent stories here. Moving to appropriate subforum.

[ShinymetalASS]

Well fucking hell. Pr0n is so much better when written by a chick. Descriptions are far more vivid, and the imagery that you get from a chick's point of view (since I can relate) if fucking awesome.

That, was a prime story Chrissy. Write more, write more!@##$

[sperm]

This time I've decided to really challenge myself, and totally write outside my experience and comfort zone. This time I'll try to craft a story from a first person point of view of a girl. Apologies that it is a slow story/novel, this is her true sexual awakening !
I'm not sure I really got away with it, so encouraging criticism would be well appreciated....

At first I did not hear Rebecca calling my name, I was walking along with my head in the clouds dreaming. It was only when she caught up with me panting and turning me slightly by my shoulder that I was aware of her attention.

"Hey, what happened last night at the party ?", Bec said, between trying to regain her breath and matching my pace as we both walked home from school.

Rebecca, or Bec for short, was much older than me, almost 19. Although we could quite easily pass off for the same age. We shared a lot of common interests, particularly in chasing after as many boys as we could. I was picking up tips from her, since she had been with many guys, yet I was secretly jealous of her nefarious exploits; she seemed to be having all the fun, whereas I was still learning. I had only dated a few guys previously, sure there had even been some awkward sex, but nothing like the mind blowing experiences Bec had described to me of her own.

"Well .....", I replied, barely managing to conceal my story, then bursting out, "I sooo wanted to tell you about this" ......


Last night had been a blast. Bec was currently dating an older guy aged 23, so we were fortunate enough to land an invite to an even older age group party. These people were more mid-twenties or older, some were at university, and some had even been working a few years. I had gone along with Bec eagerly, the boys I knew may have liked to look at girls and make their lewd comments, but when you let them have their fumbling hands on you, they either failed to take control or they got scared if the girl took the initiative; these boys had no idea what to do !

I had dressed to kill, it was a warm night, so I had slipped on a small colourful t-shirt that showed off my better-developed breasts for my age. A short pretty dress swirled around down only to my mid-upper leg, finished off with the classic shin-high fake-leather boots, with a large heel to give me a little height. I was hungry.
I found I knew a few of the people there straight away through Bec's boyfriend, and immediately I spotted Dave standing alone, cut off from the pack nursing some unidentifiable spirit mixed with some wimpy sweetened fruit juice. I called out to him across the room so he would see me full length from a distance, and have to bare with me as I sauntered my way to him, hips swaying.
Dave was somewhere around 26, and he used to have some 'boring long distance thing' going with some bitch who lived way down the coast. She expected complete loyal from this quiet guy..... with his dark looks, big shoulders, stunning eyes, and hinting muscles that flexed under his clothes whenever he moved. Dave would only get to see her a few times a year; it was time he was offered something better.
We made small talk, he offered me my own drink. He talked endless about interesting topics, but I was transfixed with his large pouting lips, watching the way they moved, imagining them sucking on my pink slippery nipples. Exploring his gorgeous features, I became further lost in his eyes, those deep dark brown pools, surrounded by long luxurious lashes.
Obviously this attention unsettled his bravado a little, and he looked down as he shuffled his feet trying to recover his composure.


"Yeah, at this point I came to tell you it was time to go!", interjected Bec, bringing me back to the real world.
"And I told you to go ahead; that this big girl would find her own way home....", I threw back to her.


As I watched Bec retreat away with her boyfriend for no doubt another earth shattering night, I turned back to Dave.
His smouldering eyes were still slightly lowered, but only just below my own gaze. He continued on with what seemed like he was winding up our own conversation.
"Well, I guess it's time I made my move", He said, indicating he was going home himself.
"I thought you were making you move when you started getting me drinks", I countered back.
At this point, I suddenly realised his lowered stare was meeting my chest bang on the middle; deciding to further press my enthralment over him, I gave a hearty light laugh, shaking my head letting my long straight hair wave behind me. Such a feminine thing to do. This movement I followed up by rolling my shoulder slightly forward, alternating sides. This achieved my ultimate aim at jiggling my firm nice boobies into a circular motion before his eyes, making them seem even more real and obtainable.
This time Dave was completely lost mid-sentence. Recovering, he moved forward to give me a cuddle goodbye, and I slid my hands behind his back, drawing him closer to me. Then, dropping my hands to his bottom, I pulled his groin against mine. At this point I noticed a discernable bump perfectly pushing into my own crotch, about the size of a big walnut, and this sent immense thrills up and down my spine.
Dave broke away, barely able to hold his drink upright, but I wanted more !
"Come on boy, you aren't hugging your momma!", I teased him, grabbing his biceps, and pulling him back against me roughly.
Now the interesting bulge was even better, now it felt like he had stuffed a bundled up sock down between us, and I began to grind ever so slightly against it. Dave let an appreciative moan escape his mouth, and he started nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. Leaning back slightly, I pursed my lips slightly; Dave took this signs properly, and quickly pushed his lips against mine, our tongues darting and fighting against each other. He was now fully primed, his hands rose and started pawing at my chest, sending my nipples on fire, my nails racked up and down against his back through his shirt.
Heatedly, we stopped and our eyes locked, I pushed him playfully in the chest, giving him a winning smile. He grabbed my hand and we ran dartingly into the darkened back yard.
Stopping under a large covering tree, we continued our passion. Empowered by his lusty attentions, I found greater courage, unzipping his pants for a better feel of his bulge. Although I discovered his lovely man meat straight away, it was so crowded in there, I had to lift it out like a large engorged piece of long clay, delighting over his now increasingly eager fierce kiss against my mouth. I stroked his giant cock, between both hands, and marvelled how heavy its seemed, how it shifted in my grasp, how easily my hand slid up and down his shaft. Reaching the end I gasped, this was different from any other cock I had touched, this guy was uncircumcised, and I had never felt that before.
Dropping to my knees, I had to behold this wonderful new toy, watching carefully how effortlessly my hand guided up and down his raging penis. Cupping his balls in one hand, and wrapping my hand around his base with the other, I opened my mouth and enveloped him, now feeling my own juices flowing freely between my legs with excitement.
My tongue darted in circle around his enormous knob, flicking over the top, feeling the slight metallic taste of the tip, then sucking on his foreskin, as he slowly pumped my mouth. I was fascinated at how fleshy his penis was compared to others I had had grooving against my tongue, his end seemed softer and more yielding, his uncircumcised glands was like the difference between inside of my lip to the outside; so much more sensitive and responsive. I now could feel his balls moving in my hands, rotating, and drawing back up into his body. Dave's breaths started becoming shorter, sharper and more urgent. I could feel him building up under my attention, and I could do nothing but hang on and enjoy the ride.
Yet just at this inopportune moment, Dave's trembling knees buckled and he collapsed on the ground besides me, his cock dribbling precum copiously, but remaining rigid.
I struggled to remove my sopping panties, now causing a nuisance bundling up and creeping into uncomfortable places, Dave sprung to help me, pulling down one side as I eased down the other.
We lay down together on the soft, unkempt grass, (what can you expect from young adult hiring a house!). With my hands returning to their devotion, and now Dave running his hand up my slimy inside thigh. We kissed a little, Dave now participating fully at the task of pleasuring me, his hands working gently and deftly around my exposed and inviting pussy.
Now with a big grin, Dave sat up and moved his head lower. Kissing my bare tummy between my dishevelled skirt and skimpy top, then again further down, on top of my mound. I like to shave myself completely down there, it made me feel even sexier, like watching the porn stories that guys admired so much. I felt like I was so smooth and vulnerable, ready for eating like pre-shelled seafood. Dave obviously approved, and proceeded to shower my sensitive pussy with kisses all over, his tongue following his lips, as they explored every fold and curve. I could feel him spread my tender lips apart expertly, as his probing tongue performed circuits around my vibrant and exposed trembling clit. I arched my back with thrills, as I felt the amazingly fast tip of his tongue move so quickly against my appreciative clit, and now he was slipping a finger into my wet snatch, not so much thrusting into me with it, but pushing into the top upper walls of my vagina and staying there, rubbing slowly inside.

Now my mind was a blur, it was like I started to lose complete control of my awareness, just acute feelings of pleasure, spreading out everywhere, making me feel like my arms and my fingers and my toes were just perceptibly growing longer and further apart. Colours seemed to trick before my eyes, and my mouth made involuntary sounds; my mind began seemingly to slowly implode into itself, as my body shook with pleasure, and I suddenly realised with great triumph what an orgasm truly felt like. I was alive, and tingling, my body released from logical reason, my primitive animal taking over inside.
Coming down, and quivering, Dave did an amazing thing; he stopped touching me so greedily, and just held me in his big arms, while my heartbeat raced down to something more controllable.
Looking up into his stubble pocked chin, I decided this was totally the experience I had been yearning for, but more was to come. I gently pushed him onto his back, his cock still arching towards the black-clouded night sky. I whispered "Let go all the way".ave started to sit up, but I pushed him back, now it was my time to experiment with a docile man. I lifted a leg across his lap, and started to rub his nice cock into my enflamed wanting pussy. "Don't worry I assured him, I have to take the pill to counter irregularity caused by over active hormones!", we giggled together.
At this, I popped his end inside, and tried unsuccessfully to stuff him inside in one go.
"Here", he offered, lifting me slightly clear of his appendage, showing me how to roll his foreskin forward to the top of his shaft first. "Now try it".
So I sat dowwwnnn, it seemed to slide in forever, but this time with his skin rolling within my tightness, it was like a conveyor belt, feeding me full of his sausage. Dave let out a throaty gurgle, obviously enjoying full penetration as much as it made my insides jump with joy.
As first I tried sitting up and down on his cock. bouncing like you would if you were trying a new bed. Dave grabbed my hips and stopped this, he then started a different motion, kind of like the movement you would use if you were riding atop a saddle. This wasn't what I expected at all, his cock stayed inside me all the time, and I had complete control grinding my clitoris excitedly between our meshed bodies. I watched as Dave closed his eyes tightly, and twisted his face with effort, his mouth pulled either side in a wide huge happy grin, his whole body rocking against mine as I shimmied him back and forth. Remembering belly dancing lessons, I adapted the movement again, letting my tummy roll, making my hips kick, my pussy kind of snap, and the entire motion so undulating and effortless.
Dave could not much stand this intensity any longer, he half sat up, pulling my hips down harder as if to try and wiggle his enormous cock further inside. I could tell he was comming, and I started to recognize signs of my own impending second ever orgasm, thrilling and exhalantly, his pleasure heightened my own. We were joined at this moment, in our mutual ecstasy. As he started to explode and his initial spurts lessened, without thinking, I dared to insert my own slender finger right up his own bottom hole, slippery with my gushing orgasmic juices, with this he seemed to cum again, draining him completely of every last possible drop.


"Wow, that was sooo excellent", Bec squealed delightedly, "You finally got to lose you orgasmic virginity!"
We hugged together, this was a big moment for us, and it felt even better sharing it. Although I first thought I could just use Dave for pleasure, we had a big talk later, and we were starting to become so into each other, after already sharing so much.
Bec drew away, and I noticed huge blushing red marks on her cheeks. Looking into her eyes, they sparkled, and her cheeky grin flashed daringly. Before I could help myself, we both lunged at each other, kissing together how girls shouldn’t be kissing.
Her hand squeezing my breasts, and my hand rubbing against the outside of her moist pants. Parting, we laughed loudly and cheerily into each other faces, joining hands, and running down the street like lunatics, yelling at the world, and at what women we had become.


Whew! :)

[sperm]

... and there was this one time, at band camp ;)

[Fitty]

Dude, I have to say, fantasising about a dude smelling other dude's cum in his girlfriends' panties is weird.

[ttpuk]

im inspired.
heres one i wrote earlier.

CHAPTER 1

Beeb, beeb, beeb. Beeb, beeb, beeb. Beeb, beeb, beeb.
The noise hammered through my skull grating at the exposed nerves and generally being very annoying.
Beeb, beeb, beeb. Beeb, beeb, beeb. Beeb, beeb, beeb.
Was this torment ever to end? This infernal racket that threatens to drag me into the real world.
Beeb, beeb, beeb. Beeb, beeb, beeb. Beeb, beeb, beeb.
Bugger! I turned over swinging my arm out of the covers as I did so and clouted the alarm clock. Letting my hand drop down I glanced at the digital display, 7:45am. I closed my eyes wishing for the oblivion of deep sleep. With a groan I heaved my body out of the warm cosy bed that had cradled me for so many hours, I stretched touching the ceiling with my hands, god that felt good.
Jesus what was I thinking, it was bloody freezing, goose bumps sprang up all over my naked body. I dived into a pair of boxers, which were quickly followed, by jeans and a shirt. Still shivering I opened the bedroom door letting the cat out that had slept with me most of the night. With a sad smile I realised that it was the only pussy that I’d slept with in quite a while. Ah well, a least your right hand doesn’t demand flowers, chocolates and a valentines card!
On entering the bathroom I flushed the toilet, it had become a morning ritual since my mother didn’t flush after an early morning pee in case she woke anyone. As usual it stunk, I picked up the tooth paste and squeezed the last dregs out of the tube onto the brush, turning on the cold water tap I started to brush, front, left, right, inside, back, gag!! Bugger. Thorough cleaning of my back teeth nearly always makes me chuck. Swilling out the used paste and gunk I spat into the sink, watching it swirl around the plug before going down the drain. I ran my hands under the freezing water then rubbed them over my face getting rid of that crusty stuff that accumulates at the corners of your eyes. Standing up straight I reached for a towel and dried my face, once dry I looked meaningfully into the mirror above the sink, turning my head slowly from side to side. Good there were no boils to squeeze today, with that happy thought I headed off down the stairs toward the kitchen.
Grabbing the kettle I filled it full and plugged it in, the bread was then examined for green furry bits before being fed into the toaster. The butter and jam came swiftly out of the fridge in preparation for the feast to come. Tea bag in the mug plus water and sugar made one fantastic brew, followed by jammy toast, a breakfast fit for a king on a freezing morning in November.
Glancing at the clock I realised that it was time to head to work, picking up my car keys and stereo front I headed out of the front door. Five minutes with the de-icer and scrapper rendered the car usable and with the heater on full I headed out to my place of business. The drive was uneventful, the usual slow dickheads were out in full force along with their counterpart the impatient bastard but I didn’t care! I was in full daydream mode, Colin Mc crae was but a novice to me, Mika Hakkennan could only watch with amazement as I disappeared into distance, ahhh the deluded wanderings of a diseased mind, but what else can you expect at 8am in the morning!
Reality intruded far to quickly in the form of the office building, parking near the main entrance I turned the car off, removing the stereo front and keys I got out and locked the car door.
On opening the office door I was greeted by the usual calls of “what time do you call this”! And “wondered when you were gonna turn up”! Sneering with contempt at there feeble jokes I headed for my desk and the pile of work that waited for me.
At this point I should explain my profession, I am a graduate engineer, I work in an office with other engineers, technicians, managers, surveyors, estimators, secretaries, managers and tea lady. Together we create solutions to mechanical, structural and civil problems. We are currently working on drainage problems in an estate, foundation failure in a converted church and a 12-mile stretch of bypass for a nearby town. My first task of the day was to search out the old files on the drainage system. With a sigh I headed for the basement where the files were kept, picking up the key off the secretary as I went past. The door was old with a big lock which squeaked when I turned the key, the door ponderously opened to reveal complete darkness, a quick fumble found the light switch, shelves, racks and tables all littered with boxes and files greeted me.
I got down to the business of searching. After half an hour Ann the secretary appeared. “ Hi Phillip” she said in a curtisary manner and wandered off to complete her own task. “Hi” I replied to her retreating back. Ann is a typical secretary, about 28 years old 5’ 8” blond straight shoulder length hair, blue eyes, breasts that would fill your hands just right and just slightly over weight from being sat in a seat all day. Not that what she looked like mattered since I was 6’ tall, blond haired, blue eyed, with a trainee engineers belly! Even my dick was an average 6”. I had no hope of attracting anything in her bracket of beauty. Oh well I sighed and got back down to searching.
After a few minutes Ann reappeared from one of the isles looking dusty “Phil could you give me a hand a minute” she asked. “Yep no problem “ I answered getting up and following her down the isle. At the end was a stepladder leaned up against one of the racks. “Could you hold onto the steps while I get that file off the top shelf “ she asked. “Ok” I said. Ann stepped onto the first rung and began to climb up the steps, when she was far enough up I grabbed the edges of the ladder to stop it falling. “Ah that’s it,” she said. At this I looked up and was shocked to find that Ann had no knickers on! Her short skirt had ridden up just enough to reveal the fact. I looked away suddenly embarrassed. “Erm Ann” I said in a don’t hit me when I tell you voice, “Er you forgot to er dress completely this morning”. Ann realising what had happened quickly got down from the ladder and re-adjusted herself. “Do you often forget?” I asked to break the embarrassed silence, “I rarely wear them at all” she answered with a grin. I must have looked a complete fool with my mouth hung open. She reached out closed my mouth for me with her small smooth hand. “Several of us don’t wear them” she said, “It can be uncomfortable”. “Who else” I said before my brain kicked in. “I mean if you don’t mind telling”. “Kerry doesn’t and I will tell you the rest when you get that file for me” she said with a smile. I turned and started up the ladder, the thought of Kerry without pants was unbelievable, she was 21 6’ 4” with red hair and green eyes and the fittest body I’d ever seen, my dick swelled uncontrollably and bulged my trousers. I grabbed the file in one hand and started down. At the bottom I turned around to give Ann the file but she had other ideas, since both my hands were involved with holding the file she reach out underneath it and ran her hand gently over my crotch. “Aaaahhh” I stuttered in shock. Without preamble she started to gently massage my member through my trousers. I stood there paralysed, what was she doing, why me, what should I do, she answered that by slowly unzipping my jeans and snaking her hand in past the boxers.
The contact between hot cock and cool smooth hand was explosive; I let out a great gasp and almost dropped the file. “Would you like me to suck you off or would you prefer sex,” Ann asked. My addled brain unable to fully grasp the connotations of this question fell back to a default answer. “What ever you want,” I croaked through my dry mouth. “Fair enough” she said and slowly started to undress me. My trousers fell to my knees and my shirt was removed and laid on a shelf along with the file, which I finally gave up. Ann then roughly kissed my left nipple almost causing me to fall with the pleasure. “We can’t have that” she said “falling down on the job wont do” I smiled nervously in reply. “Don’t move” she said and snatched up a length of string off one of the boxes. Grabbing my left hand she tied the string firmly around it, pulling it behind me and the ladder then tying it to my right hand. “That’s better” she smiled. “ Now don’t go anywhere I’ll be back in a minute” with that she picked up the key and walked off.
Sanity took sudden control “wowa just hold on there a moment” I hissed, but it was too late. Ann was out the door and off up the stairs. “Shit shit shit” I muttered angrily to myself. I started to look for a way out, the string was tied too well as though Ann had done this before and she had also tied it around a rung so slipping it off the end of the steps was out. I ruled out shouting for help and decided the best action was to stay put and hope she came back before anyone else did!
It was pretty cold in the basement and as well as a now shrivelled cock I was beginning to goose pimple, the sound of footsteps on the stairs removed any physical feelings and replaced them with nervous ones. The door opened, then closed. I listened intently. Footsteps could be heard coming closer, oh please let them be Ann’s. A head appeared at the end of the isle, it wasn’t Ann’s! Oh shit I thought I’m buggered. Beth walked fully into the isle and straight up to me. “Hi Phil” she said matter of factly. “Hi” I squeaked embarrassed beyond belief. Beth was the young secretaries assistant barely out of school. At 5’ 2” she was the shortest girl in the office but at 16 she was still growing. Mousy hair and blue eyes and the youngest face of anyone I’d ever meet in a working environment.
She stood there and looked me up and down lingering on my deflated cock for just an instant. “Ann sent me down” she said “said if I showed you this you’d understand” with that she lifted her skirt to reveal a cleanly shaved and smooth front, my dick exploded for a second time that day, and I was so engrossed with that delightful picture that I didn’t hear the door open for a second time until the opener appeared in front of me. “Kerry” I spluttered. Without a word she also lifted her skirt to reveal a well-manicured mound shortly cropped and squared off. “Well what do you think?” asked Ann coming out from behind Kerry. “Am I in heaven” I replied. With that she bent down in front of me grasped my penis and started to gently pump it. It felt great and even better when she proceeded to lick and suck it with great ferocity. I was amazed to see that both Beth and Kerry were also turned on by this; together they slid there hands down over their mounds to gently massage their clitorises. Ann, not one to be left to do all the work quickly motioned the other two to take up positions beside me. With almost precise timing they both latched onto a nipple and started sucking, there free hands which were not being moistened by there love juice run in circles over my stomach and chest, Ann using her free hand cupped my balls and slowly kneaded. Great electric shocks ran through me from almost every part of my body, I was racked with lustful agony, the though of what was happening accelerating me to greater ecstasy. My legs began to tremble and a burning feeling started to develop in my groin. My breathing was erratic and quick, sweet poured from my pores and still the girls did not stop. Only at the last moment as the first shudder racked my body did they stop. “Not yet Phillip” said Ann “Ladies before gentleman”, with that they released me from my bonds except for Ann who kept a tight hold of my dick.

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CHAPTER 2

Once untied I became an animal, Beth was closest and the first one to get it. Sweeping her off her feet I laid her down on the nearest table. With slow deliberate movements that brooked no argument it unbuttoned her blouse, I lifted her gently to undo her bra which came away in my hands. She looked flustered, unsure as to what was going to happen unsure as to whether to continue, with care and tenderness I took her left breast with tiny pink nipple in my hand and started to kneed it. With my other hand I fed her my throbbing cock. This distracted her from worrying. Ann and Kerry not wanting to be left out joined in, Ann taking the right breast in her mouth and Kerry starting at the ankle and licking her way toward the groin. Ann’s arrival on the breast was meet by a satisfied groan but I could feel her tensing as Kerry got closer to the clitoris, At last That most secret of places was licked, the reaction from Beth was electric and it nearly made me come apart from the fact that she nearly bit my cock off! After a few minutes she settled down to prepare for the big climax, and boy was it big, with a loud groan and a lot of thrashing she finally came, her young breasts heaved and quivered with the pent up passion her hands grasping at anything and she bucked at Kerry’s face, her legs came up and in a flash I caught one, Ann noticing what I had done grabbed the other one. With her legs well spread she no longer had the ability to move or thrash as much and Kerry took full advantage by plunging her tongue completely into Beth’s virgina. Beth almost screamed, then almost passed out but survived to feel the benefit of a second climax in almost as many seconds. We finally let her go but that was only the beginning, Kerry was next!
With Beth finished I turned to my next victim, Kerry. Reaching out with both hands and taking her breasts in them I pushed her back into the wall. Ann walked over and relieved me of this burden so that I could slowly work my way down her body. Beth appeared next to me looking suffused with vitality. She glanced at me for instructions; I motioned her down next to me. Kneeling in front off Kerry Beth and I placed our hands on the inside of her thighs. Kerry shivering slightly from the attention being given to her breasts by Ann and was completely unprepared for what happened next. Beth and I slowly slid our hands up Kerry’s thigh until they touched her groin; we then gently slid two fingers each into her vagina, not stopping until we were both as deep as we could go. Kerry started to collapse from the pleasure but we helped keep her upright by pushing hard with our buried hands. Beth I noticed had started to wiggle a third finger into the vagina so I removed both of mine and motioned her to insert her entire hand. This she did, Kerry was now almost completely lost in the throughs of passion, her body undulated to the rhythm of Beth’s pumping hand, her nipples stood out like coat hooks, way to temping to be left to only Ann. With a sudden movement I latched onto Kerry’s right nipple and gave it a thorough sucking, Kerry began to cry, tears streamed down her face, her sobs half gasps of pleasure, a smile betraying the true nature of the outburst, with a final shuddering cry she released everything, the orgasm thundered through her disrupting every muscle, urine started splashing down Beth’s arm but Beth carried on unperturbed. We slowly helped Kerry to the floor where she lay breathless and sweating.
I stood, stretched and then turned to Ann “and now for the inciter of all this pleasure” I said in a devilish voice. Ann smiled completely unaware of what I had in store for her. “Lay on the table Ann” I commanded. She did so without hesitation. “Beth pass me the string which I was tied up with”. Using the string I tied each of Ann’s arms to a table leg, leaving just her bottom hanging over the edge, as an after thought I blindfolded her too. “Are you on the pill” I asked Ann. “no” she replied “but there’s condoms in my bag near the door”. Kerry, now slightly recovered walked over and retrieved the bag from the shelf next to the door and handed it to me. On inspection of the bag I found the condom and a permanent marker pen, this gave me an idea of how to shock Ann. I taped the cap of the pen on with parcel tape off one of the shelves but then realised that my idea would not work without lubrication. Then the answer presented itself, motioning Kerry and Beth over I got down on my knees. I gently inserted two fingers into each girl’s vagina, turning them until they were nice and wet and then smearing them onto the pen, once the pen was lubricated I asked Kerry and Beth to hold Ann’s legs up so that I could see her entire ass. Then I very slowly start to push the pen into Ann’s ass, the soft plastic teased its way into her back passage. Ann who had defiantly not expected this started to protest but was silenced by a firm pinch to her nipples by the girls and an admonishment not to interrupt again, to help ease this command they continued to twiddle and kneed Ann’s breasts, once the pen was fully inserted leaving only the last inch showing I ripped open a condom packet and rolled the smooth plastic sleeve over my fully erect penis. I then rested the tip of my dick against her clitoris and slowly moved it backwards and forwards. Ann moaned and arched her back in anticipation of what she knew must come next, and not one to disappoint I plunged my weapon in to the hilt, not waiting to give her a seconds reprieve I continued to pump my throbbing dick in and out, each bang of my body into hers moving the pen in a out of her ass. Kerry not satisfied with with the amount of pleasure being dished out reached under Ann’s bum and grasped the pen, she then started to pump it and out also. Beth seeing this and not wanting to be left out reached over Ann’s smooth flat stomach and started to slowly circle the clitoris with her finger. Ann went wild, thrashing against the string tying her to the table, moaning so loud that Kerry had to put her free hand over Ann’s mouth to stop her being heard. Ann’s muffled moans got louder until she was screaming and bucking like a maniac, my poor penis could no longer take this kind of punishment and with and shuddering cry that got Beth’s hand over my mouth I orgasmed. The heat from the very extremes of my body headed for my dick, the world started to rotate around me, and I lost all control over my lower limbs, with a final heave my penis exploded in a fiery outburst that must have been felt in Ann because she clamped her pelvic muscles around my cock like a vice. Trapped in this position we both ran the gauntlets of our orgasms, Ann screaming and thrashing against the two girls and I held rigid and moaning in the grip of Ann’s legs. Finally it ended, Ann went limp and I collapsed onto the floor.
We laid there for what seemed like an age, slowly recovering from the session, using a sink in the corner of the room we cleaned up and after around five minutes we were once again presentable. “Well” I said, “that was different”. The others grinned gingerly. “Er next time you get board we must do it again” I said “I think we could make this a weekly thing” smiled Ann “what do you two think” “sounds good to us,” the girls chorused. “Give us chance to get the lingerie out and the sex toys charged,” said Ann with a wicked gleam in her eye. And that was it, Ann retrieved her file and gave Kerry and Beth a box each to make a believable alibi, I stayed put and continued to search out the elusive drainage files.

THE END

[sperm]

woah ! :cool:

[~vjay~]

I haven't done much writing like this so I hope you like this story.

(..Mills & Boon time hehehe :P )

Lying on the bed, alone, bored.
Feels a dampness between her thighs as she thinks of the last time she was aroused.
Quick check, no one is around, lies on her stomach & slides her hand inside her pants down to the moist suprise within.

Legs slightly apart, she moves her fingers deftly, gently at first, occasionally sliding her finger in side to make her finger slippery wet so she glides over the special spot that makes her moan.
As she shuts her eyes and thinks about special thoughts she moves faster and faster, slightly moving her pelvis up and down so she thrusts against her wet fingers.

She imagines her fingers to be connected to a beautiful woman, one with full breasts & long hair, one who likes to give pleasure as well as to receive it, one who is curvy all over, with a neatly trimmed pubic region, as she is rubbing her clitoris gently.

This is her first time with a women in her fantasy.

She kisses the lips of this woman, as she caresses her naked back the stranger grabs her ass and pulls her closer to her naked warmth.
She lowers her head and has her first taste of a firm but pointed nipple, Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, raises her hand to the other full bobbing breast & squeezes the nipple gently as she wonders what it would be like to lower her head slowly down the strangers side until she reached the delights within.
She kneels between the curvaceous strangers legs and pulls her forward by the hips, and licks at her clitoris, which is damp from the juices within.
Tastes delicious, so she pulls her forward even harder and shoves her tongue deep inside to taste her fully, licking and lapping and dragging her tongue gently, then firmer across the front of her, hoping to hear the response of this women, who utters a low moan and thrusts her hip forward so she can receive the full length of a tongue.
Slides one finger inside her now wet pussy, then 2 fingers, & thrusts the fingers in and up towards the front as she licks and sucks and bites her pussy & delights in the taste, which is so different to a man.

She is very aroused now and at the thought of a man she changes her fantasies.
her man has a hard cock, so she gets a toy out from the bedside drawer, it is thick and long and feels so very good when she uses it.
Rubbing frantically at her clitoris she pushes her vibrator deep inside her and pretends it is a tall, delicious man, one whom she wants to ride her with his thrusting member as she rubs and rubs herself.
This is nearly too much to bear, she is so sensitised down below and after a few more thrusts with the vibrator which she has set to full speed she moans loudly and she starts to shake with the build up of the orgasm which is about to hit.
Her legs spasm and she arches her back so the vibrator sinks as far & as deep as it will go.
She is wet everywhere as she was so aroused before she came & now her pussy juices are all over her fingers and hands.


She sinks back into the bed and has a slight smile on her lips and pulls the toy out of her throbbing pussy.

I can't wait until my 'friends' cum & visit again.

Sweet dreams

[rbranson]

I'd love to read a few more -- anyone up for another round?