This story was originally published on AlexSuze.com 7 April 2006.
In the entrance hall of the governor’s office a small round beetle of a man scurried scarab like across the marble toward the reception desk. He peered at the young, nameless Barbie doll off a girl behind the counter, “You have a package for me.”
She opened her mouth to ask his name, but before she could utter the words he said “It’s Thompson, J Thompson”. She mutely handed over the UPS envelope, a pen and a receipt pad. Thompson scribbled his name on the pad and handed it back to the girl. Stopping only to give the slightest of nods to the girl he turned on his heels and walked briskly to the elevators. Envelope in hand and pen stowed in his jacket pocket he ascended to the thirty-ninth floor.
~~~
Louis Baker Governor of the city reviewed the contents of his desk. From here he controlled the last remnants of civilisation not relocated to the moon, Mars and beyond. The job had been good to him. As the population dwindled, bribing the remaining civil servants had become easier and therefore fixing the elections to ensure his extended tenure much less expensive. They were all desperate to gather the funds to move off-world and therefore easily “persuaded”.
As for his desk, he kept it clear. A few antiques on its tooled leather top, desk blotter, lamp, wooden in and out trays. He had no real duties to perform, his lackeys did that. But today his desk had a new ornament, young blonde, naked and eager to please. Her shaven pussy beckoned him. Slender legs draped over the edge or the ancient mahogany.
He unzipped himself, cock springing from his flies. “All hail the god of pharmaceuticals!” he thought as he approached her.
~~~
Elliot stood in the shadow of one of the great gothic buttresses of the governor’s office. Waiting.
His cell phone beeped a message alert. It was time. The security pad of the manhole cover at his feet chirped and flashed. The cover flipped open and Elliot dropped inside.
~~~
Louis waddled forward, pants now around his ankles. His cock nuzzled her labia. Finding her dry he spat on his hand and wet his glans. He slid into her unsteadily, shuffling forward and pulling her to the edge of the desk.
Liver spotted hands grasped at her spherical silicone breasts soliciting an “Ooooh”.
He began to slide in and out of her pussy. It began to moisten as she imagined the twenty year old fuck of her dreams ploughing into her.
~~~
Elliot walked calmly down empty corridors. Cameras blindly patrolled from high corners, their feeds bypassed by Jim and looped onto an endless uneventful recording. Elliot unscrewed the lift shaft access panel swung himself inside. He opened a junction box to his left and placed a small black box next to the mass of wiring.
He dialled a short number on his cell phone and waited. Thirty seconds later the lift car hurtled down the shaft, slowing to a stop one floor below him. He jumped on the roof, dialled another number and tried to enjoy the ride.
~~~
Panting and perspiring Louis pounded at his young companion like a geriatric jackhammer. Veins on his temples pulsed and threatened to burst. He skin became more parchment like with every thrust.
Like a prostrate cheerleader she urged him on. He liked that, amongst other things. This she could put up with, the other things, they really tested her resolve. But so what, she would have enough money soon and then … damn it girl concentrate, the old bastard needs a good show!
He pulled out of her, though it may have been more of a stagger caused by light-headedness than a conscious decision on his part. She slid off the desk, taking her opportunity. He liked head and this would make him blow quicker than yet another marathon session on her back.
Instead of the corrupt, loathsome example of humanity using her body for his pleasure she saw a dark haired muscular youth. Olive skin, deep brown eyes, cock like a baseball bat. He was stretching her, hitting the spot, making her wetter with every thrust. Teasing her with orgasm after orgasm, then letting her rest, allowing the waves of ecstasy to ebb before thrusting powerfully into her again.
~~~
The elevator stopped at the thirty-ninth floor. The doors opened, someone shuffled inside, then shuffled out again. Elliot dropped through the trapdoor in the roof as the doors closed.
He picked up the UPS envelope and emptied the contents onto the carpet. The pen slid onto the cell phone with quiet click. The barrel was unscrewed. Elliot forced himself to exhale then inhaled hard and deep through his nose. The small bullet hit the back of his throat, he coughed it into his hand and slid it into the weapon.
Elliot stood and selected the top floor.
~~~
The old man’s hands gripped her head, pulling her onto his chemically hardened cock. He began to come to the girl’s relief, she was gagging and not relishing Louis’s attention today. She had shoes to buy. Louis had screwed this city for his wealth and power, so buying a girl a few trinkets was not going to bankrupt him.
With his final “Aaaw Gaaawd!” Louis made his deposit in the girl’s throat, she did her best to look overjoyed. Not that Loius noticed, he was dizzy from his exertions.
Elliot Brown, removal man opened the office door and raised his weapon. “By the power invested in me by the city council and the authority of this removal order I declare you removed.”. Louis was silhouetted against the office window.
He pulled the trigger.
No! Something was wrong, either this guy jerked off in the office or someone else had removed his pants. The girl screamed as she stood up from behind the desk, cum still running down her chin.
The bullet entered her left eye socket, lodged in her anterior cortex, then exploded. Her headless corpse slumped to the floor leaving the open mouthed Louis covered in blood, soft tissue and bone.
Elliot dropped the weapon and it began to sublime, nanobots converting it’s structure to anonymous gasses before self destructing themselves.
Elliot ran. He had committed the worst crime a remover could commit. Removing the wrong human being.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Elliot Brown - Part 3
This story was originally published on AlexSuze.com 22 March 2006.
Tuesday Eveneing
Eve was tied to the bed blindfolded, naked and vulnerable. The room was silent, insulated from the noise of the adjoining brothel. Laying there spread-eagled on her back she remembered when this had been a familiar part of her life. When her and Elliot had been a team, at work and in their up-town apartment. But that was long gone, their lives irrevocably altered by the city’s brutal codes. The reality of this place was so well hidden from the wealthy elite by a veneer of civilisation, and so cruelly obvious to the rest of the population.
Just as she felt her mood becoming melancholic she sensed him enter the room. He moved like a cat, almost silently. He was naked, she could tell, no sound of clothes moving only the quietest of footfalls, and occasionally the sound of his breathing.
She waited for the first sign that he was close to her, perhaps his breath on her neck? But no, he had time to play. She could feel the heat of his body close to her thigh, his hand probably, hovering a few inches above her skin. The hand moved slowly up and across her stomach and on to her breasts. He had not touched her yet her nipples were hard and hot. Eve felt herself becoming breathless.
Elliot still did not touch her, prolonging the suspense. Would it be a gentle caress of her firm expectant breast? A tongue probing her pussy lips, searching for an opening? She began to squirm at the thought of it, raising her body slightly from the bed, rolling to one side, straining at her bonds.
She heard the crack of his hand on her buttock, milliseconds later she felt the stinging jolt of pain. He had been waiting for her to expose soft flesh of her ass, letting her reveal her soft skin to be struck. She was a willing participant in this game, a game that he controlled.
Her skin began to display the imprint of his single blow, developing like a photograph under the red glow of a safelight. She relished the though, knowing the acute pain she now sensed would soon dull, but the impression would remain on her flesh, perhaps for days. She craved for more, a switch on her thighs, clamps on her … but that wasn’t Elliot’s style, he enjoyed the thought that the cruel caress of his palm on her backside aroused her but would never indulge her desires to the full.
A hand cupped a breast, Eve felt the nipple being sucked into his mouth, lips wide. He teased the tip with his tongue, rolling the nipple around against the areola. His teeth brushed against the engorged tip, still he maintained a partial vacuum, drawing more blood to the reddening button.
His hand was in her hair again, pulling her head back sharply. She released a moan of joyful resignation.
Then she felt it, the hot hardness of his cock against her leg. The pulsing iron rod in its velvety sheath of skin. Her tongue flicked across her lips willing him to hurry. Wanting him to enter her. But wanting him to control her first, wanting him to demand her submission. Wanting to submit to him without question. Wanting him.
She became immersed in the thought of what he would do to her, how cruel he would let himself be to her…
Then he was gone. No hands on her flesh, no tongue probing and darting. He had not left the room, she was sure of that. She heard an almost inaudible noise at the foot of the bed. The clink of something against glass. What was it?
The ice and water drenched her breasts just as she realised his intention. She yelped as the cold water hit her and arched her back. She tried to lower herself as the shock and cold subsided, but couldn’t. The ice that had been in the jug now lay on the bed under and around her. She squirmed and pulled at the ropes.
A hand holding a lump of ice traced its way down from her neck, between her breasts and to her most sensitive lips. Her clitoris stung as the glacier drove between the valley of her thighs, the tiny strip of pubic hair no defence against the chill.
He held the ice there, against her writhing body. It began to melt, sending a rivulet of icy water between her labia. The melt water reached her ass and wet her anus, cooling it, making it contract and tighten.
The it was gone, replaced by his hot cock. It nudged her lips apart and drove into her pussy. Her lips where deathly cold, but inside a warm wet cavern welcomed the pulsing intruder.
She tilted her hips to allow him to thrust deeper. Now, even restricted by her bound ankles he was reaching the back of her. She could feel, or thought she could feel, the blood coursing through his cock.
Her first orgasm arrived almost immediately. She threw her head from side to side. She pulled the rops on her arms so taught one started to sting as it sheared the epidermis from her wrist.
She imagined him above her, pumping, thrusting his huge cock into her. And it was huge, because he was cumming. So was she, only seconds after her first orgasm, before she had time to float down from that euphoria another tsunami of pleasure washed over her.
He pumped into her, shrieking and moaning, pumping his seed into her.
They lay for several minutes, his cum beginning to dribble from her red swollen pussy, before he untied her. They showered, separately, before he left.
“It’ll be ready for you Thursday. Pick it up after lunch. ”, said Eve as he was about leave.
“I’ll see you then.”
Tuesday Eveneing
Eve was tied to the bed blindfolded, naked and vulnerable. The room was silent, insulated from the noise of the adjoining brothel. Laying there spread-eagled on her back she remembered when this had been a familiar part of her life. When her and Elliot had been a team, at work and in their up-town apartment. But that was long gone, their lives irrevocably altered by the city’s brutal codes. The reality of this place was so well hidden from the wealthy elite by a veneer of civilisation, and so cruelly obvious to the rest of the population.
Just as she felt her mood becoming melancholic she sensed him enter the room. He moved like a cat, almost silently. He was naked, she could tell, no sound of clothes moving only the quietest of footfalls, and occasionally the sound of his breathing.
She waited for the first sign that he was close to her, perhaps his breath on her neck? But no, he had time to play. She could feel the heat of his body close to her thigh, his hand probably, hovering a few inches above her skin. The hand moved slowly up and across her stomach and on to her breasts. He had not touched her yet her nipples were hard and hot. Eve felt herself becoming breathless.
Elliot still did not touch her, prolonging the suspense. Would it be a gentle caress of her firm expectant breast? A tongue probing her pussy lips, searching for an opening? She began to squirm at the thought of it, raising her body slightly from the bed, rolling to one side, straining at her bonds.
She heard the crack of his hand on her buttock, milliseconds later she felt the stinging jolt of pain. He had been waiting for her to expose soft flesh of her ass, letting her reveal her soft skin to be struck. She was a willing participant in this game, a game that he controlled.
Her skin began to display the imprint of his single blow, developing like a photograph under the red glow of a safelight. She relished the though, knowing the acute pain she now sensed would soon dull, but the impression would remain on her flesh, perhaps for days. She craved for more, a switch on her thighs, clamps on her … but that wasn’t Elliot’s style, he enjoyed the thought that the cruel caress of his palm on her backside aroused her but would never indulge her desires to the full.
A hand cupped a breast, Eve felt the nipple being sucked into his mouth, lips wide. He teased the tip with his tongue, rolling the nipple around against the areola. His teeth brushed against the engorged tip, still he maintained a partial vacuum, drawing more blood to the reddening button.
His hand was in her hair again, pulling her head back sharply. She released a moan of joyful resignation.
Then she felt it, the hot hardness of his cock against her leg. The pulsing iron rod in its velvety sheath of skin. Her tongue flicked across her lips willing him to hurry. Wanting him to enter her. But wanting him to control her first, wanting him to demand her submission. Wanting to submit to him without question. Wanting him.
She became immersed in the thought of what he would do to her, how cruel he would let himself be to her…
Then he was gone. No hands on her flesh, no tongue probing and darting. He had not left the room, she was sure of that. She heard an almost inaudible noise at the foot of the bed. The clink of something against glass. What was it?
The ice and water drenched her breasts just as she realised his intention. She yelped as the cold water hit her and arched her back. She tried to lower herself as the shock and cold subsided, but couldn’t. The ice that had been in the jug now lay on the bed under and around her. She squirmed and pulled at the ropes.
A hand holding a lump of ice traced its way down from her neck, between her breasts and to her most sensitive lips. Her clitoris stung as the glacier drove between the valley of her thighs, the tiny strip of pubic hair no defence against the chill.
He held the ice there, against her writhing body. It began to melt, sending a rivulet of icy water between her labia. The melt water reached her ass and wet her anus, cooling it, making it contract and tighten.
The it was gone, replaced by his hot cock. It nudged her lips apart and drove into her pussy. Her lips where deathly cold, but inside a warm wet cavern welcomed the pulsing intruder.
She tilted her hips to allow him to thrust deeper. Now, even restricted by her bound ankles he was reaching the back of her. She could feel, or thought she could feel, the blood coursing through his cock.
Her first orgasm arrived almost immediately. She threw her head from side to side. She pulled the rops on her arms so taught one started to sting as it sheared the epidermis from her wrist.
She imagined him above her, pumping, thrusting his huge cock into her. And it was huge, because he was cumming. So was she, only seconds after her first orgasm, before she had time to float down from that euphoria another tsunami of pleasure washed over her.
He pumped into her, shrieking and moaning, pumping his seed into her.
They lay for several minutes, his cum beginning to dribble from her red swollen pussy, before he untied her. They showered, separately, before he left.
“It’ll be ready for you Thursday. Pick it up after lunch. ”, said Eve as he was about leave.
“I’ll see you then.”
Friday, March 24, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Meet Me Behind the Bike SHeds - The Piano Lesson
This contribution to the behind the bike sheds is by Gigi. As her blog is no longer in existence I asked for a copy to puyblish here, which she kindly provided. Enjoy.
“Need help with that Miss?”
He said leaning over me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“No thank you, Mr. Hanrahan. It’s only one bag, I can manage.”
I slammed the car door shut and with my grocery bag in my arms I turned towards the house underestimating the drunken mans speed.
“S’not right,” he said blocking my way, “pretty little thing like you
all alone with out a man to take care of her needs.”
He liked his lips and I could feel perspiration begin to form on my forehead.
I was all alone on the end of the lane, no where to run, no one to hear me scream
and a large drunken man between me and my house.
“Miss Brown I’m hear for my lesson.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as Mr. Hanrahan moved to reveal my piano student
Standing in the drive.
“Alex! Right on time!” The young man walked past the older their shoulders
bumping and they stopped and stared into each others eyes momentarily. Hanrahan might have been bigger but Alex had youth and sobriety on his side and so the drunk walked on.
I watched him stagger down the drive and up the street.
“Alex, are you familiar with the term ‘nick of time’?” I said and
turned toward my student.
“Has he bothered you before Miss?”
The concern in his young eyes was sincere and made me smile.
“Come on inside Alex and don’t worry about me.”
He took my bag and waited for me to walk ahead, a true gentleman.
I opened the door and lead the way to the kitchen throwing my keys on the
Small table by the front door.
“I wish you wouldn’t treat me like that.”
Alex said, placing the bag on the table and shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Like what Alex?”
I absently began putting the groceries away thinking about the pieces of music we would work on this afternoon.
“Like a child. I am eighteen you know.”
I stood in front of the open fridge and looked into his eyes,
“Yes, yes I know.”
I closed the fridge and walked into the living room grabbing the sheet music I had left on the counter.
I did know how old he was, I knew all about him.
When he arrived at my door that first afternoon I was surprised by his appearance.
I was used to teaching children and there stood this young man a very handsome young
Man. I found it hard to concentrate on scales and tempi when all I could think about was kissing those lips and running my hands across his chest.
I knew how fine his ass looked in his jeans and how my nipples hardened at the sight of him in his school uniform.
I also knew how many years separated us.
I sat in the piano bench and motioned Alex to sit beside me and as I leaned forward to adjust the music I felt Alex’s lips kissing my cheek.
He pulled away as I sat back and looked in to his eyes.
“Alex-,”
He leaned in and kissed my lips his hands moving up my thighs as I parted my lips
And let his tongue part my lips. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues entwined.
I abruptly pulled away and stood up,
“Alex, I think it’s best if you go.” I turned away from him and looked out the living room window.
I heard his steps behind me then felt his body against mine.
“Are you sure Miss?” he said leaning down kissing my neck, “Is that what you really want?”
I leaned back into him, his hands on my hips and his lips on my neck.
I could feel his hardness against my ass as he slowly began to lift my skirt.
I raised my hand to his head and ran my fingers through his hair.
My skirt was around my waist revealing that I was only wearing thigh highs.
Alex ran his hand over my naked ass, “So all those rumors are true?”
He murmured into my hair.
“What rumors?” I asked as I moved my hands down to his crotch and rubbed his cock through his jeans.
“That the widow piano teacher doesn’t wear panties.”
I turned, shock registering on my face, “What?!”
“Gotcha!”
He chuckled and leaned down to press his lips against mine.
Our hands were everywhere as we tore at each others clothing.
My skirt fell upon the piano bench followed by my top and his jeans and shirt.
Naked save for my thigh highs I gazed upon his body bathed in the light
of the setting sun. Hard and tight, bursting with youthful potential I ran my hands
Across his chest and down his belly to his rigid cock.
As I took his shaft in my hands I could hear him suck his breath through his teeth.
Keeping my eyes on his I lowered myself to my knees his turgid member inches from my face.
I reached my tongue out to lick the precious drops of precum from his engorged cock.
Alex moaned and moved his hips toward me.
‘It’s ok to touch me.” I told him and he reached out his hands to tangle his fingers in my hair. I took his cock in my waiting mouth.
“Oh Miss!” he moaned causing me to giggle.
I released his glistening dick from my mouth and stood up wrapping my arms around his neck.
“It’s Elizabeth.” I said tracing kisses up his neck to his ear.
“What was that Miss?” Alex asked his hands running down my back resting on my ass.
“Call me Elizabeth.” I whispered nibbling on his ear.
“Elizabeth.”
Alex lowered his head taking my hardened nipple in his mouth sucking hard.
I sighed and ran my hand over his head.
“Fuck me Alex.”
“Yes Miss-Elizabeth.”
I lowered myself to the floor bringing Alex with me.
Lying on my back I opened my legs to him beckoning him to me.
He surprised me by kissing my belly and dragging his tongue down to my slit.
I inhaled sharply as I felt his tongue enter my folds and circle my clit.
“Alex!”
He bent my one leg up giving him access to my slit as he lapped at my pussy
With enthusiasm.
I was stunned by his expertise, how could any one so young be so good at licking pussy?
His lips found my clit and nibbled gently sending spasm though my cunt.
“Oh my god!” I moaned as his fingers entered me.
Alex sucked my hardened bud into his mouth as his fingers pumped in and out of my dripping hole.
My pussy tightened as my orgasm washed over my body, my hips bucking through the air.
I cried out in pleasure, “Oh Alex please fuck me, I need to feel you in me!”
“Yes Miss!” He replied thrusting his cock into my dripping pussy.
I could feel his balls against me as he drove his entire length in me.
Slowly he withdrew until only his head of his cock was still embedded in my cunt then again with force rammed into me.
Slowly he repeated this move until his strong arms supporting himself above me.
My hips copied his rhythm, his tempo and I could feel another orgasm beginning to build within me as we performed our adagio.
I wrapped my legs around his slim waste wanting him even closer to my body.
Our bodies glistened with sweat in the dying light of day.
“Fuck me Alex!”
Faster and faster his thrusts came. His grunts betraying his hard work.
Again I matched his tempo his accelerando.
Alex leaned on to his elbows his cock now rubbing against my clit as it
Pumped in and out of my pussy sending me over the edge.
“I’m cumming!” I screamed in crescendo thrusting my hips into his.
“Fuck!” he yelled as he came filling me with his creamy load.
With one final thrust he groaned and rested his head upon my breast.
“That was lovely Miss.” Alex panted his lips finding my nipple once again.
“Encore!” I replied.
“Need help with that Miss?”
He said leaning over me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“No thank you, Mr. Hanrahan. It’s only one bag, I can manage.”
I slammed the car door shut and with my grocery bag in my arms I turned towards the house underestimating the drunken mans speed.
“S’not right,” he said blocking my way, “pretty little thing like you
all alone with out a man to take care of her needs.”
He liked his lips and I could feel perspiration begin to form on my forehead.
I was all alone on the end of the lane, no where to run, no one to hear me scream
and a large drunken man between me and my house.
“Miss Brown I’m hear for my lesson.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as Mr. Hanrahan moved to reveal my piano student
Standing in the drive.
“Alex! Right on time!” The young man walked past the older their shoulders
bumping and they stopped and stared into each others eyes momentarily. Hanrahan might have been bigger but Alex had youth and sobriety on his side and so the drunk walked on.
I watched him stagger down the drive and up the street.
“Alex, are you familiar with the term ‘nick of time’?” I said and
turned toward my student.
“Has he bothered you before Miss?”
The concern in his young eyes was sincere and made me smile.
“Come on inside Alex and don’t worry about me.”
He took my bag and waited for me to walk ahead, a true gentleman.
I opened the door and lead the way to the kitchen throwing my keys on the
Small table by the front door.
“I wish you wouldn’t treat me like that.”
Alex said, placing the bag on the table and shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Like what Alex?”
I absently began putting the groceries away thinking about the pieces of music we would work on this afternoon.
“Like a child. I am eighteen you know.”
I stood in front of the open fridge and looked into his eyes,
“Yes, yes I know.”
I closed the fridge and walked into the living room grabbing the sheet music I had left on the counter.
I did know how old he was, I knew all about him.
When he arrived at my door that first afternoon I was surprised by his appearance.
I was used to teaching children and there stood this young man a very handsome young
Man. I found it hard to concentrate on scales and tempi when all I could think about was kissing those lips and running my hands across his chest.
I knew how fine his ass looked in his jeans and how my nipples hardened at the sight of him in his school uniform.
I also knew how many years separated us.
I sat in the piano bench and motioned Alex to sit beside me and as I leaned forward to adjust the music I felt Alex’s lips kissing my cheek.
He pulled away as I sat back and looked in to his eyes.
“Alex-,”
He leaned in and kissed my lips his hands moving up my thighs as I parted my lips
And let his tongue part my lips. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues entwined.
I abruptly pulled away and stood up,
“Alex, I think it’s best if you go.” I turned away from him and looked out the living room window.
I heard his steps behind me then felt his body against mine.
“Are you sure Miss?” he said leaning down kissing my neck, “Is that what you really want?”
I leaned back into him, his hands on my hips and his lips on my neck.
I could feel his hardness against my ass as he slowly began to lift my skirt.
I raised my hand to his head and ran my fingers through his hair.
My skirt was around my waist revealing that I was only wearing thigh highs.
Alex ran his hand over my naked ass, “So all those rumors are true?”
He murmured into my hair.
“What rumors?” I asked as I moved my hands down to his crotch and rubbed his cock through his jeans.
“That the widow piano teacher doesn’t wear panties.”
I turned, shock registering on my face, “What?!”
“Gotcha!”
He chuckled and leaned down to press his lips against mine.
Our hands were everywhere as we tore at each others clothing.
My skirt fell upon the piano bench followed by my top and his jeans and shirt.
Naked save for my thigh highs I gazed upon his body bathed in the light
of the setting sun. Hard and tight, bursting with youthful potential I ran my hands
Across his chest and down his belly to his rigid cock.
As I took his shaft in my hands I could hear him suck his breath through his teeth.
Keeping my eyes on his I lowered myself to my knees his turgid member inches from my face.
I reached my tongue out to lick the precious drops of precum from his engorged cock.
Alex moaned and moved his hips toward me.
‘It’s ok to touch me.” I told him and he reached out his hands to tangle his fingers in my hair. I took his cock in my waiting mouth.
“Oh Miss!” he moaned causing me to giggle.
I released his glistening dick from my mouth and stood up wrapping my arms around his neck.
“It’s Elizabeth.” I said tracing kisses up his neck to his ear.
“What was that Miss?” Alex asked his hands running down my back resting on my ass.
“Call me Elizabeth.” I whispered nibbling on his ear.
“Elizabeth.”
Alex lowered his head taking my hardened nipple in his mouth sucking hard.
I sighed and ran my hand over his head.
“Fuck me Alex.”
“Yes Miss-Elizabeth.”
I lowered myself to the floor bringing Alex with me.
Lying on my back I opened my legs to him beckoning him to me.
He surprised me by kissing my belly and dragging his tongue down to my slit.
I inhaled sharply as I felt his tongue enter my folds and circle my clit.
“Alex!”
He bent my one leg up giving him access to my slit as he lapped at my pussy
With enthusiasm.
I was stunned by his expertise, how could any one so young be so good at licking pussy?
His lips found my clit and nibbled gently sending spasm though my cunt.
“Oh my god!” I moaned as his fingers entered me.
Alex sucked my hardened bud into his mouth as his fingers pumped in and out of my dripping hole.
My pussy tightened as my orgasm washed over my body, my hips bucking through the air.
I cried out in pleasure, “Oh Alex please fuck me, I need to feel you in me!”
“Yes Miss!” He replied thrusting his cock into my dripping pussy.
I could feel his balls against me as he drove his entire length in me.
Slowly he withdrew until only his head of his cock was still embedded in my cunt then again with force rammed into me.
Slowly he repeated this move until his strong arms supporting himself above me.
My hips copied his rhythm, his tempo and I could feel another orgasm beginning to build within me as we performed our adagio.
I wrapped my legs around his slim waste wanting him even closer to my body.
Our bodies glistened with sweat in the dying light of day.
“Fuck me Alex!”
Faster and faster his thrusts came. His grunts betraying his hard work.
Again I matched his tempo his accelerando.
Alex leaned on to his elbows his cock now rubbing against my clit as it
Pumped in and out of my pussy sending me over the edge.
“I’m cumming!” I screamed in crescendo thrusting my hips into his.
“Fuck!” he yelled as he came filling me with his creamy load.
With one final thrust he groaned and rested his head upon my breast.
“That was lovely Miss.” Alex panted his lips finding my nipple once again.
“Encore!” I replied.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Behind the Bike Sheds - Part 4, Look Who Had Me for Dinner
What a week it had been, the best part by far was screwing Alex. I had thought about that encounter several times over the past few days. He really made me feel good that day we fucked. Yes, I had been involved in several relationships over the years but those guys always left me feeling a little dirty and even used. Alex was different; if anything I think he had become a little shy over the whole encounter. I had been thinking so deeply about the whole thing that I hadn’t realised my hand was inside my shorts and caressing my pussy.
With eyes shut and an image of Alex in my head, I began to push my fingers between my steamy pussy lips. It felt good to touch myself, no guilt only pleasure in my mind. I could see us both embraced, my legs wrapped around his waist as he entered me time and time again. My hips now started to rise towards my moist fingers and I pushed a couple inside me. Not quite the same feeling as having Alex’s hard cock penetrate me but close enough for now.
Alternating between pushing my fingers deep inside my cunt and rubbing them along my clit, I drifted back to that day. I suddenly became aware that my deep and throaty breaths were becoming quite loud. The last thing I wanted to do was stir Laura from her slumber and be discovered with my hand up my pussy. Or, did I? How would Laura react? Would she jump on top of me and place her fingers inside me?
The very thought of this was taking me close to the edge. My back arched against the mattress as I fucked myself faster. I wanted to scream out but knew I couldn’t. This is difficult for me, as I love to vocalise my pleasure, I always have.
“Suze, are you still awake?”, came the voice from the dark. Catching my breath and trying not to give away my predicament I replied, “Yes, I seem to have woken up since getting in bed, isn’t that bizarre”? “I am beginning to get back ache on here, could I share with you”, she enquired. Jesus, fuck, of course she could, I’m laying here with my wet fingers smelling of pussy and she wants to get in with me. How could I refuse.
“Yes, climb in”, I beckoned as I slid across the far side. Fuck, it was cold over there but well worth the slight discomfort. I could smell Laura’s perfume (Estee Lauders Beautiful) long before she slided in next to me. I kept my distance at the far side of the bed. “Brrrr”, exclaimed Laura. “Are you cold”? I hopefully enquired (I really wanted to feel her skin against mine). With that she turned around and pushed her ass in to my groin. What the hell was going on? This was like a dream come true. Should I pinch myself to make sure this is really happening?
I reciprocated and spooned in against her, my left arm gently resting on the top of her left hip. I could now smell her hair as it spread across the pillow near my nose. Gardenia with a slight hint of honeysuckle. She smelt all girl. Oh, shit I just remembered my right hand was covered in my pussy juice and must be heating up and giving off an aroma by now (funny how you hardly ever smell sex on yourself but can detect it on others). I eased my right hand from under the edge of my pillow and took a deep smell. Oh yes, there was no mistaking what it had been doing.
Lifting my pillow I pushed it underneath and rubbed my fingers against the sheet. Hopefully the sheet would absorb most of my pussy juice aroma and not give me away. “Are you warming up now Laura”?, I enquired. Laura turned over to face me and placed her right hand on my arm. “Yes, Uhm that’s better”, she replied. I could smell her minty breath; her lips were now only inches from my own.
I began to drift again back to that hot afternoon with Alex. My heart was now pounding so hard and fast with my arousal I thought for sure that Laura would be able to hear it. My top lip was enveloped in a wet warmth and then my bottom lip experienced the same sensation. Fuck, Laura was sucking at my mouth. Next a tongue licked across my lips, long and lingering. I parted my lips and a warm stiff tongue pushed them apart and began to search my mouth.
My tongue wrapped around hers and tousled in our conjoined mouths. A hand reached up behind my head and the kiss took on more urgency and depth. My pussy began to pound with engorgement and my nipples stood like chapel hat pegs. Laura was taking me. Was this a dream? No it didn’t feel like one of my erotic dreams, this had more substance and detail, it was real. Laura let loose a moan in to my mouth and it resonated off the roof of my mouth. She seemed to be enjoying the experience as much as myself.
Now a hand was pushing downwards between the skin of my stomach and the waistband of my shorts. This girl was on a roll and nothing was going stop her (certainly not me). I parted from the kiss and licked my way down her neck, onwards towards her right breast. Bending my back as I did so to allow Laura the pleasure she sought.
I locked my lips around her hard nipple and sucked her fleshy breast in to fill my mouth as deeply as I could. Sucking, licking and nibbling at her made her moan and she pressed her head in to the pillow to muffle her delight. Her hand was now cupping my mound and the generated heat was filling my nostrils with the smell of my sex.
I flicked my tongue around her nipple, which was now so hard and proud. Laura began to rub my pussy with her fingertips. I moved back up the bed and pushed my lips against hers and we eagerly kissed each other. Now breast against breast, with Laura’s hand trapped between us.
Laura’s excitement got the better of her and she pushed her fingers inside me. “That feels good”, I encouraged. She began to move her fingers in and out of my pussy, with slow and deliberated thrusts. My mouth was filled with Laura’s tongue and I gently bit down on it as she took me to new heights of ecstasy. She was good and certainly didn’t strike me as being a virgin lesbian (is that the correct terminology?) she seemed more experienced than that. Or could it be that being a woman she knew exactly which buttons to press?
Her hand was now working my pussy with gusto and the results of her activities were clearly evident, my thighs were awash with my own juices. “Suze”, she exclaimed. “Yes”, I replied. “Do you want me to make you cum”? she asked. “Laura, fuck me, fuck me…Oh Jesus, fuck me”, I blurted out. I was very near to cuming, the combination of being fucked in my own bed by a girl I have fancied for ages and the possibility of detection was bringing my orgasm ever closer.
“Suze, are you close? I can feel you tightening up on my fingers?”, she enquired. “Yes, yes, Oh fuck I’m cuming now”, and with that my back arched in to the bed and hot fluid ran down Laura’s fingers, dripping on to my sheet. “Suze my hand is wet through”. She withdrew her hand from between my legs and ran her fingers over my mouth. They were hot wet and musky. I ran my tongue over my lips as she lapped at her fingers.
My pussy was throbbing and my heart beating so rapidly I thought it would burst from my chest. Laura was greedily cleaning the cum from her fingers, making sure every crevice was clean with her tongue.
Satiated, aroused and happy I casually rubbed the back of my hand against her silky covered pussy. “Now, Laura what would you like me to do for you”? I eagerly enquired. She lifted my hand and returned it to my hip. “Sweetie, that’s for next time” she replied slipping my hand around her waist. We both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
“Suze, Suze are you awake”? came my mothers enquiring voice in the distance. I opened my eyes to see the lovely Laura eyes still sleeping by my bed. “Suze, can you get the door”? I climbed out of bed and opened the door to be greeted by my mother holding a tray with tea and breakfast. “Thanks Mum”, I said taking the tray from her and closing the door.
Laura began to stir. “Laura, do you want some tea and toast”? I asked. With a yawn Laura woke from her slumber. “Yes, please Suze”. I didn’t know quite what to say about last night so we both sat in silence eating our breakfasts in bed. “Laura you know…” I started “Suze, last night… said Laura. “Yes, I replied”. “Please don’t tell anyone about it, especially not Duane”, (Duane is Laura’s boyfriend) she asked. “Of course not, it’s just between us”, I reassured her. “Thanks Suze”, she smiled. Now should I tell Alex when I see him?
With eyes shut and an image of Alex in my head, I began to push my fingers between my steamy pussy lips. It felt good to touch myself, no guilt only pleasure in my mind. I could see us both embraced, my legs wrapped around his waist as he entered me time and time again. My hips now started to rise towards my moist fingers and I pushed a couple inside me. Not quite the same feeling as having Alex’s hard cock penetrate me but close enough for now.
Alternating between pushing my fingers deep inside my cunt and rubbing them along my clit, I drifted back to that day. I suddenly became aware that my deep and throaty breaths were becoming quite loud. The last thing I wanted to do was stir Laura from her slumber and be discovered with my hand up my pussy. Or, did I? How would Laura react? Would she jump on top of me and place her fingers inside me?
The very thought of this was taking me close to the edge. My back arched against the mattress as I fucked myself faster. I wanted to scream out but knew I couldn’t. This is difficult for me, as I love to vocalise my pleasure, I always have.
“Suze, are you still awake?”, came the voice from the dark. Catching my breath and trying not to give away my predicament I replied, “Yes, I seem to have woken up since getting in bed, isn’t that bizarre”? “I am beginning to get back ache on here, could I share with you”, she enquired. Jesus, fuck, of course she could, I’m laying here with my wet fingers smelling of pussy and she wants to get in with me. How could I refuse.
“Yes, climb in”, I beckoned as I slid across the far side. Fuck, it was cold over there but well worth the slight discomfort. I could smell Laura’s perfume (Estee Lauders Beautiful) long before she slided in next to me. I kept my distance at the far side of the bed. “Brrrr”, exclaimed Laura. “Are you cold”? I hopefully enquired (I really wanted to feel her skin against mine). With that she turned around and pushed her ass in to my groin. What the hell was going on? This was like a dream come true. Should I pinch myself to make sure this is really happening?
I reciprocated and spooned in against her, my left arm gently resting on the top of her left hip. I could now smell her hair as it spread across the pillow near my nose. Gardenia with a slight hint of honeysuckle. She smelt all girl. Oh, shit I just remembered my right hand was covered in my pussy juice and must be heating up and giving off an aroma by now (funny how you hardly ever smell sex on yourself but can detect it on others). I eased my right hand from under the edge of my pillow and took a deep smell. Oh yes, there was no mistaking what it had been doing.
Lifting my pillow I pushed it underneath and rubbed my fingers against the sheet. Hopefully the sheet would absorb most of my pussy juice aroma and not give me away. “Are you warming up now Laura”?, I enquired. Laura turned over to face me and placed her right hand on my arm. “Yes, Uhm that’s better”, she replied. I could smell her minty breath; her lips were now only inches from my own.
I began to drift again back to that hot afternoon with Alex. My heart was now pounding so hard and fast with my arousal I thought for sure that Laura would be able to hear it. My top lip was enveloped in a wet warmth and then my bottom lip experienced the same sensation. Fuck, Laura was sucking at my mouth. Next a tongue licked across my lips, long and lingering. I parted my lips and a warm stiff tongue pushed them apart and began to search my mouth.
My tongue wrapped around hers and tousled in our conjoined mouths. A hand reached up behind my head and the kiss took on more urgency and depth. My pussy began to pound with engorgement and my nipples stood like chapel hat pegs. Laura was taking me. Was this a dream? No it didn’t feel like one of my erotic dreams, this had more substance and detail, it was real. Laura let loose a moan in to my mouth and it resonated off the roof of my mouth. She seemed to be enjoying the experience as much as myself.
Now a hand was pushing downwards between the skin of my stomach and the waistband of my shorts. This girl was on a roll and nothing was going stop her (certainly not me). I parted from the kiss and licked my way down her neck, onwards towards her right breast. Bending my back as I did so to allow Laura the pleasure she sought.
I locked my lips around her hard nipple and sucked her fleshy breast in to fill my mouth as deeply as I could. Sucking, licking and nibbling at her made her moan and she pressed her head in to the pillow to muffle her delight. Her hand was now cupping my mound and the generated heat was filling my nostrils with the smell of my sex.
I flicked my tongue around her nipple, which was now so hard and proud. Laura began to rub my pussy with her fingertips. I moved back up the bed and pushed my lips against hers and we eagerly kissed each other. Now breast against breast, with Laura’s hand trapped between us.
Laura’s excitement got the better of her and she pushed her fingers inside me. “That feels good”, I encouraged. She began to move her fingers in and out of my pussy, with slow and deliberated thrusts. My mouth was filled with Laura’s tongue and I gently bit down on it as she took me to new heights of ecstasy. She was good and certainly didn’t strike me as being a virgin lesbian (is that the correct terminology?) she seemed more experienced than that. Or could it be that being a woman she knew exactly which buttons to press?
Her hand was now working my pussy with gusto and the results of her activities were clearly evident, my thighs were awash with my own juices. “Suze”, she exclaimed. “Yes”, I replied. “Do you want me to make you cum”? she asked. “Laura, fuck me, fuck me…Oh Jesus, fuck me”, I blurted out. I was very near to cuming, the combination of being fucked in my own bed by a girl I have fancied for ages and the possibility of detection was bringing my orgasm ever closer.
“Suze, are you close? I can feel you tightening up on my fingers?”, she enquired. “Yes, yes, Oh fuck I’m cuming now”, and with that my back arched in to the bed and hot fluid ran down Laura’s fingers, dripping on to my sheet. “Suze my hand is wet through”. She withdrew her hand from between my legs and ran her fingers over my mouth. They were hot wet and musky. I ran my tongue over my lips as she lapped at her fingers.
My pussy was throbbing and my heart beating so rapidly I thought it would burst from my chest. Laura was greedily cleaning the cum from her fingers, making sure every crevice was clean with her tongue.
Satiated, aroused and happy I casually rubbed the back of my hand against her silky covered pussy. “Now, Laura what would you like me to do for you”? I eagerly enquired. She lifted my hand and returned it to my hip. “Sweetie, that’s for next time” she replied slipping my hand around her waist. We both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
“Suze, Suze are you awake”? came my mothers enquiring voice in the distance. I opened my eyes to see the lovely Laura eyes still sleeping by my bed. “Suze, can you get the door”? I climbed out of bed and opened the door to be greeted by my mother holding a tray with tea and breakfast. “Thanks Mum”, I said taking the tray from her and closing the door.
Laura began to stir. “Laura, do you want some tea and toast”? I asked. With a yawn Laura woke from her slumber. “Yes, please Suze”. I didn’t know quite what to say about last night so we both sat in silence eating our breakfasts in bed. “Laura you know…” I started “Suze, last night… said Laura. “Yes, I replied”. “Please don’t tell anyone about it, especially not Duane”, (Duane is Laura’s boyfriend) she asked. “Of course not, it’s just between us”, I reassured her. “Thanks Suze”, she smiled. Now should I tell Alex when I see him?
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Behind the Bike Sheds - Part 3, Look Who I'm Having for Dinner
I have thought quite a lot over the past few days about my encounter with Alex. He has been acknowledging me in class and I know he has been staring at me during lessons. Although he seems to become a little reticent, I’m not sure if he regrets what we did or is a little embarrassed. I would like to think he might be a little shy. I’ll sure help him get over that one.
Anyway, it is Friday night and school is over for another week. My best friend Laura is coming over for dinner and then she is sleeping over. Laura is a lovely girl, very chatty and popular, she is the “friend” everyone wants in class. She is not particularly stunning but not unattractive either. Best of all she doesn’t cake herself in makeup like most of the girls in class. Yes she has a natural beauty about her. She intrigues me.
I find descriptions so difficult, but I’ll try to describe her. She is about 5’ 5” (a little smaller than me) with delicious boobs; I would say possibly a 36B, shoulder length mousy hair and a lovely womanly curve about her. None of that nothing to get hold of skinniness, which I find slightly unattractive.
“Bing, bong”. The front doorbell chimes out. “I’ll get it mum, It’ll be Laura”, I shout downstairs. Then I rush to the door to let Laura in. “Hi, Suze, I’ve brought my overnight things with me”, she said holding up a small holdall. “Great, come in and take off your coat”, I instruct.
Laura was wearing a blue denim jacket black t-shirt and jeans, which I couldn’t help but notice hugged her in all the right places. Her hair was swept up in to a ponytail which revealed her long elegant neck.
“Come through and meet mum and dad”, I beckoned, leading Laura by the hand in to the living room. Pleasantries were exchanged and then we both disappeared to my room to listen to some music. I put an 80’s compilation CD on as background music whilst Laura unpacked her over night bag. Laura bent over to reach inside her bag and her heart shaped ass in those tight jeans looked a picture.
From the outline of her bra under her t-shirt it looked as if she was wearing a plunge bra. It looked a little small as her breasts were welling up over the top a little. We finished putting her things in the few spare draws I had and the bathroom cabinet and then sat talking for a while sitting on my bed.
“Dad is going to get the camp bed out later, I’ll sleep on it and you can have my bed”, I added. “No, I’ll take the camp bed, I don’t mind”, offered Laura. “But, you are a guest, we can’t have you sleeping on the put-up”, I replied. “No, honestly I don’t mind at all”, she insisted. “Ok, then, if you get uncomfortable during the night, I’ll swap with you”, I offered.
Laura smiled and agreed. She looked so cute with that ponytail and those twinkling eyes. This was a girl I could fantasise about, although I’m not sure she would feel the same. You just know when someone is receptive and Laura didn’t seem to be giving off that vibe. Did anyone know that I liked girls? Do you give off some kind of aura, which betrays your sexuality? No, I’m sure nobody suspects that I love women as much as men.
Brrrrrrinnnnnnnnng, bring. I jumped up off the bed and ran onto the landing. “I’ll get that mum”. I ran downstairs to pick up the phone, it was Alex. The music stopped and Laura fingered through the CD’s to find something to listen to. “I used to think that the…” came the sound of New Order playing in the background, I rushed upstairs to sit next to Laura. “Who was that on the phone”, enquired Laura. “Oh just Alex, I’ll tell you about it later”, I replied.
“I love this song”, I exclaimed (it reminded me of an old boyfriend but I won’t go there at the moment). “So do I”, giggled Laura placing her hand briefly on my left knee. I felt an urge somewhere in the back of my head to lean in and steal a kiss there and then (no, you can’t do that said the voice inside my head. You will spoil your relationship forever if you do. I held back).
“Suze, Laura, dinner’s ready”, shouted mum from the bottom of the stairs. We made our way in to the dinning room to be greeted by mums best crockery laid out on the table in front of us. Dad sitting at the head of the table as usual, he is a bit of an old fuddy duddy but a softy at heart. “Is it Christmas, this crockery is only used once a year”, I joked. “Don’t be cheeky”, dad retorted. We both giggled.
From the feast in front of us it looked like mum was having one of her Italian nights. She does this every now and then, we have had Mexican, French, Spanish and now Italian over the past few weeks. I think it keeps her mind busy hunting through her cookery books on a regular basis to bring us the cuisine of the week. I mustn’t mock she is a great cook.
We sat and ate our way through a stuffed mushroom starter, then a delicious meatball and pasta dish. Neither of us had room for the tiramisu mum had prepared for desert. We helped to clear the table and load the dishwasher (thank you, whoever it was that invented that machine. It has saved me slaving at the sink during my formative years).
All of us then settled down of the sofas to watch TV whilst our food digested. Dad flicked through the channels and found a wonderful wildlife program about big cats. A subject close to home as both of us had a family cat. Mine was called Minxie a lovely grey and white specimen and Laura’s, Scratcher (it was very apt, he was always clawing at something).
The TV documentary finished at about 10pm and we were both rubbing our eyes trying to stave off the inevitable sleep. It had been a hard week; lots of cramming for tests and it had certainly taken its toll on both of us. We made our way upstairs and I offered for Laura to go and use the bathroom first. My room now had the addition of a camp bed which Dad had set up earlier next to my bed.
I changed in to my sleeping shorts and top and folded my clothes placing them on my dressing table stool for the morning. Usually I don’t wear anything in bed, I find it a little restrictive. When you roll over in the nightclothes don’t seem to move with you and I end up being strangled by my own garments. So for years I never wore anything, even now weather permitting I don’t like to wear pyjamas or nighties.
“Damn”, came Laura’s voice from the bathroom. I walked over the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. “What’s up?”, I enquired. “I’ve forgotten my toothpaste”, came the reply. “I’ve got some, can I come in”, I asked. “Yes, sure I’m decent”, she replied. Boy, was she right. Laura had changed in to a pink silky two-piece, with very short, shorts. I had to compose myself as I reached past her left shoulder to remove my toothpaste from the wall cabinet.
“Thanks Suze” she offered as I made my way across the landing to the bedroom. Wow, I never thought she would look that good in her nightwear. I don’t even like pink but it certainly did something for Laura. “Finshed”, came Laura’s sweet voice as she entered my bedroom. I made a hasty retreat to the bathroom; I didn’t want to be seen ogling her beautiful rounded breasts (which had now been topped off with hard nipples. Yes, thankfully it was a little cool in that bathroom much to my delight).
I quickly but thoroughly cleaned my teeth and washed my face. After applying a little moisturiser I made my way to my bed. Laura was already tucked up on the camp bed. “Are you comfortable on there”, I enquired. “Yes, I’m fine”, Laura replied squirming under the sheets to make herself a little more settled.
I climbed under my duvet and with a yawn turned out the bedside light. “Night Laura, sleep tight, hope the bedbugs don’t bite”, I yawned to Laura (this is an old saying, I’m not sure if it is just a Yorkshire thing). “Good night Suze, sleep tight”, came the reply. Laura turned on to her side to face the bed. I stared out at her in the dark and as my eyes became more accustomed to the low light, I could just make out her shape in the darkness.
Anyway, it is Friday night and school is over for another week. My best friend Laura is coming over for dinner and then she is sleeping over. Laura is a lovely girl, very chatty and popular, she is the “friend” everyone wants in class. She is not particularly stunning but not unattractive either. Best of all she doesn’t cake herself in makeup like most of the girls in class. Yes she has a natural beauty about her. She intrigues me.
I find descriptions so difficult, but I’ll try to describe her. She is about 5’ 5” (a little smaller than me) with delicious boobs; I would say possibly a 36B, shoulder length mousy hair and a lovely womanly curve about her. None of that nothing to get hold of skinniness, which I find slightly unattractive.
“Bing, bong”. The front doorbell chimes out. “I’ll get it mum, It’ll be Laura”, I shout downstairs. Then I rush to the door to let Laura in. “Hi, Suze, I’ve brought my overnight things with me”, she said holding up a small holdall. “Great, come in and take off your coat”, I instruct.
Laura was wearing a blue denim jacket black t-shirt and jeans, which I couldn’t help but notice hugged her in all the right places. Her hair was swept up in to a ponytail which revealed her long elegant neck.
“Come through and meet mum and dad”, I beckoned, leading Laura by the hand in to the living room. Pleasantries were exchanged and then we both disappeared to my room to listen to some music. I put an 80’s compilation CD on as background music whilst Laura unpacked her over night bag. Laura bent over to reach inside her bag and her heart shaped ass in those tight jeans looked a picture.
From the outline of her bra under her t-shirt it looked as if she was wearing a plunge bra. It looked a little small as her breasts were welling up over the top a little. We finished putting her things in the few spare draws I had and the bathroom cabinet and then sat talking for a while sitting on my bed.
“Dad is going to get the camp bed out later, I’ll sleep on it and you can have my bed”, I added. “No, I’ll take the camp bed, I don’t mind”, offered Laura. “But, you are a guest, we can’t have you sleeping on the put-up”, I replied. “No, honestly I don’t mind at all”, she insisted. “Ok, then, if you get uncomfortable during the night, I’ll swap with you”, I offered.
Laura smiled and agreed. She looked so cute with that ponytail and those twinkling eyes. This was a girl I could fantasise about, although I’m not sure she would feel the same. You just know when someone is receptive and Laura didn’t seem to be giving off that vibe. Did anyone know that I liked girls? Do you give off some kind of aura, which betrays your sexuality? No, I’m sure nobody suspects that I love women as much as men.
Brrrrrrinnnnnnnnng, bring. I jumped up off the bed and ran onto the landing. “I’ll get that mum”. I ran downstairs to pick up the phone, it was Alex. The music stopped and Laura fingered through the CD’s to find something to listen to. “I used to think that the…” came the sound of New Order playing in the background, I rushed upstairs to sit next to Laura. “Who was that on the phone”, enquired Laura. “Oh just Alex, I’ll tell you about it later”, I replied.
“I love this song”, I exclaimed (it reminded me of an old boyfriend but I won’t go there at the moment). “So do I”, giggled Laura placing her hand briefly on my left knee. I felt an urge somewhere in the back of my head to lean in and steal a kiss there and then (no, you can’t do that said the voice inside my head. You will spoil your relationship forever if you do. I held back).
“Suze, Laura, dinner’s ready”, shouted mum from the bottom of the stairs. We made our way in to the dinning room to be greeted by mums best crockery laid out on the table in front of us. Dad sitting at the head of the table as usual, he is a bit of an old fuddy duddy but a softy at heart. “Is it Christmas, this crockery is only used once a year”, I joked. “Don’t be cheeky”, dad retorted. We both giggled.
From the feast in front of us it looked like mum was having one of her Italian nights. She does this every now and then, we have had Mexican, French, Spanish and now Italian over the past few weeks. I think it keeps her mind busy hunting through her cookery books on a regular basis to bring us the cuisine of the week. I mustn’t mock she is a great cook.
We sat and ate our way through a stuffed mushroom starter, then a delicious meatball and pasta dish. Neither of us had room for the tiramisu mum had prepared for desert. We helped to clear the table and load the dishwasher (thank you, whoever it was that invented that machine. It has saved me slaving at the sink during my formative years).
All of us then settled down of the sofas to watch TV whilst our food digested. Dad flicked through the channels and found a wonderful wildlife program about big cats. A subject close to home as both of us had a family cat. Mine was called Minxie a lovely grey and white specimen and Laura’s, Scratcher (it was very apt, he was always clawing at something).
The TV documentary finished at about 10pm and we were both rubbing our eyes trying to stave off the inevitable sleep. It had been a hard week; lots of cramming for tests and it had certainly taken its toll on both of us. We made our way upstairs and I offered for Laura to go and use the bathroom first. My room now had the addition of a camp bed which Dad had set up earlier next to my bed.
I changed in to my sleeping shorts and top and folded my clothes placing them on my dressing table stool for the morning. Usually I don’t wear anything in bed, I find it a little restrictive. When you roll over in the nightclothes don’t seem to move with you and I end up being strangled by my own garments. So for years I never wore anything, even now weather permitting I don’t like to wear pyjamas or nighties.
“Damn”, came Laura’s voice from the bathroom. I walked over the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. “What’s up?”, I enquired. “I’ve forgotten my toothpaste”, came the reply. “I’ve got some, can I come in”, I asked. “Yes, sure I’m decent”, she replied. Boy, was she right. Laura had changed in to a pink silky two-piece, with very short, shorts. I had to compose myself as I reached past her left shoulder to remove my toothpaste from the wall cabinet.
“Thanks Suze” she offered as I made my way across the landing to the bedroom. Wow, I never thought she would look that good in her nightwear. I don’t even like pink but it certainly did something for Laura. “Finshed”, came Laura’s sweet voice as she entered my bedroom. I made a hasty retreat to the bathroom; I didn’t want to be seen ogling her beautiful rounded breasts (which had now been topped off with hard nipples. Yes, thankfully it was a little cool in that bathroom much to my delight).
I quickly but thoroughly cleaned my teeth and washed my face. After applying a little moisturiser I made my way to my bed. Laura was already tucked up on the camp bed. “Are you comfortable on there”, I enquired. “Yes, I’m fine”, Laura replied squirming under the sheets to make herself a little more settled.
I climbed under my duvet and with a yawn turned out the bedside light. “Night Laura, sleep tight, hope the bedbugs don’t bite”, I yawned to Laura (this is an old saying, I’m not sure if it is just a Yorkshire thing). “Good night Suze, sleep tight”, came the reply. Laura turned on to her side to face the bed. I stared out at her in the dark and as my eyes became more accustomed to the low light, I could just make out her shape in the darkness.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Behind the Bike Sheds - Part 2, Boys will be boys
Suze wrote a story recently about what it would have been like if we had been at school together and had hooked up then. Pure fantasy as we met up after high school, but a very provocative thought. I do have a thing about school uniforms, not schoolgirls, I’d like to make that very clear, just naughty grown-up girls in school uniforms. OK I admit it any form of smart uniform, military, police, nurse, a pretty common fixation I think you’d agree.
Anyway, back to the point of this post. As Suze left the story open ended with the mystery of “What happened to the panties?” I am now compelled to imagine what happened to them.
I walked back to the school yard with my cock dribbling down my leg. Seminal fluid making its way toward my knee. I make a quick trip to the boys toilets to clean it up, smelling my cum and Suzanne’s as I wipe myself off in the toilet stall.
Sufficiently cleansed of our fluids I leave for afternoon lessons with my memories and the small bulge of Suzanne’s panties in my trouser pocket. In physics class I swear I can smell her juices as my body heat warms the cotton panties in my pocket. Whether it’s my imagination or not I start to get hard as I listen to the physics teacher talk about Ohm’s Law. Hot blood fills my cock and I start to ooze at the though of what I did at lunchtime and what I’d like to do to her again.
To my horror the teacher suddenly shouts, “Alex, pay attention boy.” I jump obviously startled, obviously just woken from a [very erotic] daydream. “Is my lesson boring you?”, he asks. “Er, no sir.”, a cold scowl, “Er, no sir?”, he sneers, “Well if you can do better get out here and explain to the rest of us the relationship between voltage and current across a resistance in an electrical circuit …”.
The thought of standing up, in front of the class with a rapidly developing erection under my thin trousers causes blood to rush to my cheeks, I blush uncontrollably as I make my way awkwardly to the front of the class. Luckily, as I turn to face my audience a pile of unmarked exercise books on the teacher’s desk masks the bulge in my trousers from my classmates.
I stare at the blackboard blankly, I try to speak “Er, well V is er, current, no voltage and R is resistance in Ooms …”, “Ohm’s boy, Ohms”, “Ohms, so er to er I represents er”, “Current young man current”, “I represents current, you multiply …”
“I give up! Go and sit down. Detention for you tomorrow my lad. Now pay attention”
I shuffle back to my seat and try to keep my attention on the rest of the lesson. My cock now limp and deflated like the rest of me, the afternoon drags on and on. Finally the bell rings and I run home.
As soon as I’m through the door I run to my bedroom and hide my treasure away. I don’t want them falling out of my pocket at the dinner table and having to answer my mother’s obvious question ;)
I wolf dinner. “Are you going out tonight?”. “No, too much homework”, I lie, and dive off to my bedroom.
I open my bedside drawer and pull it out completely. Underneath is the small cavity which acts as my hiding place for my most secret possessions. On top of the two or three dog-eared porn magazines are Suzanne’s panties.
I take them out and silently replace the drawer, a well-practised manoeuvre.
I raise them to my nose, my excitement building. Their musky smell excites me immediately, my cock swelling and almost immediately uncomfortable in my jeans. My heart skips as I hear foot falls on the stairs. “We’re off to the supermarket. See you later Alex”, my mother’s voice.
Party time!
As soon as I hear the door close I jump out of my clothes and lay back on the bed. My erection throbbing and pointing towards my face. I stroke myself gently at first with my finger tips from top to bottom and then back down again. I cup my balls and squeeze them gently.
I grasp my cock in my fist, my only lubrication my own pre-cum. It’s quite sufficient as I’m incredibly excited. I move my fist up and down slowly, I’m already close to cumming, the thoughts of fucking Suze are too exciting to contain.
My impatience takes hold and I begin to pump my fist on to my cock. In only a few seconds I begin to spurt a shower of cum across my stomach and chest. The hot sticky fluid splashed onto me turning me on even more. If only Suze were here to lick it off. If only I could slide my fingers into her moist snatch.
The cooling semen starts to make its slow, viscous, descent down the sides of my stomach towards the bedding, reminding me to get cleaned up. The tissue, ever present in my top drawer is in easy reach.
I can’t stop thinking about Suze and what I’d like to do to her, what I want her to do to me. Thirty minutes later my cock is stirring again. I’m in the kitchen, making a coffee. It’s tingling, reminding me that I should be massaging it to a frenzied orgasm.
I unfasten my trousers and let them and my underwear fall to my ankles. Then I drop to my knees and begin wanking again. I’m a little dry so I spit on my shiny purple glans. Suzanne’s panties are in my hand and I smell them again. She’s there with me. My face is in her crotch, my tongue lapping at her warm musky slit. I slide my cock through one leg of the panties, they waft back and forth as I stroke my length.
I feel the orgasm rising, the cum erupting within me. Panic! No tissue to hand. I cup the panties in my hand cover the end of my cock just as I begin to produce jets of hot semen.
When the orgasm has subsided I carefully put them to one side.
Shall I give them back?
Shall I wash them before giving them back?
Anyway, back to the point of this post. As Suze left the story open ended with the mystery of “What happened to the panties?” I am now compelled to imagine what happened to them.
I walked back to the school yard with my cock dribbling down my leg. Seminal fluid making its way toward my knee. I make a quick trip to the boys toilets to clean it up, smelling my cum and Suzanne’s as I wipe myself off in the toilet stall.
Sufficiently cleansed of our fluids I leave for afternoon lessons with my memories and the small bulge of Suzanne’s panties in my trouser pocket. In physics class I swear I can smell her juices as my body heat warms the cotton panties in my pocket. Whether it’s my imagination or not I start to get hard as I listen to the physics teacher talk about Ohm’s Law. Hot blood fills my cock and I start to ooze at the though of what I did at lunchtime and what I’d like to do to her again.
To my horror the teacher suddenly shouts, “Alex, pay attention boy.” I jump obviously startled, obviously just woken from a [very erotic] daydream. “Is my lesson boring you?”, he asks. “Er, no sir.”, a cold scowl, “Er, no sir?”, he sneers, “Well if you can do better get out here and explain to the rest of us the relationship between voltage and current across a resistance in an electrical circuit …”.
The thought of standing up, in front of the class with a rapidly developing erection under my thin trousers causes blood to rush to my cheeks, I blush uncontrollably as I make my way awkwardly to the front of the class. Luckily, as I turn to face my audience a pile of unmarked exercise books on the teacher’s desk masks the bulge in my trousers from my classmates.
I stare at the blackboard blankly, I try to speak “Er, well V is er, current, no voltage and R is resistance in Ooms …”, “Ohm’s boy, Ohms”, “Ohms, so er to er I represents er”, “Current young man current”, “I represents current, you multiply …”
“I give up! Go and sit down. Detention for you tomorrow my lad. Now pay attention”
I shuffle back to my seat and try to keep my attention on the rest of the lesson. My cock now limp and deflated like the rest of me, the afternoon drags on and on. Finally the bell rings and I run home.
As soon as I’m through the door I run to my bedroom and hide my treasure away. I don’t want them falling out of my pocket at the dinner table and having to answer my mother’s obvious question ;)
I wolf dinner. “Are you going out tonight?”. “No, too much homework”, I lie, and dive off to my bedroom.
I open my bedside drawer and pull it out completely. Underneath is the small cavity which acts as my hiding place for my most secret possessions. On top of the two or three dog-eared porn magazines are Suzanne’s panties.
I take them out and silently replace the drawer, a well-practised manoeuvre.
I raise them to my nose, my excitement building. Their musky smell excites me immediately, my cock swelling and almost immediately uncomfortable in my jeans. My heart skips as I hear foot falls on the stairs. “We’re off to the supermarket. See you later Alex”, my mother’s voice.
Party time!
As soon as I hear the door close I jump out of my clothes and lay back on the bed. My erection throbbing and pointing towards my face. I stroke myself gently at first with my finger tips from top to bottom and then back down again. I cup my balls and squeeze them gently.
I grasp my cock in my fist, my only lubrication my own pre-cum. It’s quite sufficient as I’m incredibly excited. I move my fist up and down slowly, I’m already close to cumming, the thoughts of fucking Suze are too exciting to contain.
My impatience takes hold and I begin to pump my fist on to my cock. In only a few seconds I begin to spurt a shower of cum across my stomach and chest. The hot sticky fluid splashed onto me turning me on even more. If only Suze were here to lick it off. If only I could slide my fingers into her moist snatch.
The cooling semen starts to make its slow, viscous, descent down the sides of my stomach towards the bedding, reminding me to get cleaned up. The tissue, ever present in my top drawer is in easy reach.
I can’t stop thinking about Suze and what I’d like to do to her, what I want her to do to me. Thirty minutes later my cock is stirring again. I’m in the kitchen, making a coffee. It’s tingling, reminding me that I should be massaging it to a frenzied orgasm.
I unfasten my trousers and let them and my underwear fall to my ankles. Then I drop to my knees and begin wanking again. I’m a little dry so I spit on my shiny purple glans. Suzanne’s panties are in my hand and I smell them again. She’s there with me. My face is in her crotch, my tongue lapping at her warm musky slit. I slide my cock through one leg of the panties, they waft back and forth as I stroke my length.
I feel the orgasm rising, the cum erupting within me. Panic! No tissue to hand. I cup the panties in my hand cover the end of my cock just as I begin to produce jets of hot semen.
When the orgasm has subsided I carefully put them to one side.
Shall I give them back?
Shall I wash them before giving them back?
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Behind the Bike Sheds - Part 1, I'll meet you behind the Bike Sheds
This is an English expression used in relation to “relations” in schools. It refers to hiding away and taking part in an activity which would surely get you in to trouble, or possibly expelled. Such as smoking or drinking alcohol.
You may all be wondering if at this point I have taken leave of my senses. No, I was reminded of this expression the other day when Alex got talking about his days at school. Personally, believe it or not I was a good girl at school. However, it did set me thinking how good it would have been to share a class or year with Alex back then.
Some of our readers may have been fortunate enough to meet at school and then go on and marry. Alex and I were not so fortunate, in fact we didn’t even live in the same city. So no way were we going to hook up at school. Even so it would be nice to imagine how things would have been…
It was a hot summers day. A rare thing here in England. I was wearing my navy just above the knee skirt, white cotton shirt, regulation school tie, ankle socks and flat black shoes. School uniform sucked but we had to wear it.
My desk was over by the window next to the smelliest girl in class, Dawn. Boy did she smell on hot days like today. My only relief from this odious, odorous torture was an occasional chance to glance at the new guy in class. His name was Alex and he had moved from across town about 2 weeks ago. He was everything I desired in a man, the typical tall dark and handsome type. I had also notice he wore large shoes (yes I do think there is an element of truth in that saying).
Alex seemed to have noticed me too, giving me quick glances with a smile that could break knicker elastic. At least I hoped so. During the course of the lesson I managed to scribble a quick note for him, it read “Alex wait behind after class, we can do lunch together”. When the teacher turned her back to write on the board I passed this over to him. Paul who sat at the side of Alex smiled, in a kind of knowing way. He knew we fancied the pants off each other but we tried not to make it general knowledge, as I was seeing a guy in another class.
The lesson passed and we both fumbled around in our desks and bags, allowing the rest of the class to escape for lunch. Alex pushed his chair under the desk and made his way over to me. “I didn’t think you were that interested, as you are going out with Simon”, Alex remarked. “He’s an arse, I’m finishing with him tonight” I replied, hoping that Simon would not deter Alex from pursuing anything with me.
Alex took hold of my hand and asked, “Where shall we go so we can be alone together”? I knew just the place. Hand in hand I led Alex to the far corner of the playground, towards the bike sheds. The bike sheds conveniently faced away from the school and were surrounded on two sides by a large laurel hedge. Entry was via the side against the hedge.
I pulled Alex inside and guided him to the far end, pressing him up against the last bike rail. “You don’t waste any time, do you?” he said in a slightly breathless voice. “We don’t have time to waste” I replied. He was looking down my shirt, watching my young breasts heave inside my white lace bra. “Do you like them”?, I cheekily asked. “You have great boobs, most of the guys in the class think so” he smiled back at me. I slipped undone the top 2 buttons of my blouse and reached for Alex’s hand. He was warm and perspiring slightly. I pushed it inside my blouse and into the cup of my bra, he trembled a little as I did this (was I his first?).
With a soft moan he gave me a gentle squeeze and then began to massage me with a circular motion. My nipples were beginning to stiffen with the attention and my breathing was now shallow and fast. I pushed myself towards Alex and forced my tongue deep in to his mouth. We kissed passionately, hard and impatient. I broke away from him and began to unzip him.
The grey flannel of his trousers outlined his growing erection perfectly. Just to the side of the zipper was a very small damp patch, Alex was obviously aroused. I reached inside his flies and found my prize inside his black boxers. He was just begining to firm up and I wanted to hurry things along a little. I reached up under my skirt, hooked a finger under each side of my panties and stepped out of them. Having nowhere else to put them and no time to consider it, I placed them in my skirt side pocket.
I pulled Alex’s hand free from my left breast and squatted down in front of him. Releasing him from the confines of his pants, I licked the small blob of pre cum from his tip. He shuddered and placed a hand on the back of my head. His cock was now twitching with excitement. I pulled back his foreskin and ran my tongue around his plumb. Tickling the frenulum with hard flicks of my tongue. He began to sag at the knees and reset on top of the rail. I zig zagged my tongue down the length of his hardening shaft.
Alex was now breathing rapidly and audibly excited, with his head tilted towards the ceiling. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and firmly closed my lips around him. I sucked down hand on him rubbing my tongue around the underside of his erection. I tasted his sweet pre cum as he oozed in to my hungry mouth.
Bobbing up and down, sucking and licking him soon had him on the brink of orgasm. “Suze, stop I’ll cum in your mouth if you keep doing that to me”, he confessed. I liked the idea of him shooting his load down my throat but needed him inside me more. “Alex, will you fuck me?”, more of a demand than a request. With that, he stood up and moved round, manoeuvring me against the bar.
I raised myself on to the top and secured myself, wrapping a leg around each support. The rail was cold but worth the slight discomfort. Alex was now stroking himself in long deliberate moves. I love to watch a guy doing that. Anyway, where was I? Yes, I was now very wet and ready for him to penetrate me. Raising my skirt Alex moved in between my spread legs. My pussy felt a little cold as the summer breeze blew across my wet mound.
He guided his thick hard cock in to me with his hand. Precarious as my position was it facilitated just enough pelvic tilt for Alex to grind in to me. And that he did, his pubescent cock wanting to feast on my pussy. I placed my arms around his shoulders for added stability as I rose up to meet his thrusts.
Alex’s eyes rolled back in there sockets as he slowly pulled himself to the point of fall out and then pushed purposefully back inside me. I could feel the head of his cock jump on the out stroke, my vaginal muscles began to pulse as I started to cum. The obvious wetness of my orgasm brought Alex to the brink of orgasm and the intensity of his thrusts grew.
He was now banging in to me so hard that I nearly lost my balance and had to grab him hard in an attempt to remain perched. Oh my God I was cuming again and just as I started to, the tell tale signs of male orgasm began. Alex’s face contorted and his grip on my buttocks intensified. “Oh, fuuuccccck, I’m cuming”, he gasped in a slightly pained voice. “Yes, Alex fuck me harder, cum inside me”, I demanded.
His cock twitched and pulsed and he exploded inside me. Exhausted and satiated he leaned over me to regain his strength. Voices became audible in the distance and they seemed to be heading our way.
“Shit, Alex quick let me get down”. I jumped off the bar and Alex put himself away and zipped up. Two girls voices were now very close. We stood absolutely still and quiet, both of us hoping not to be found. The voices passed, we both breathed a sigh of relief. What an abrupt finish to such a wonderful sexual encounter.
Alex took hold of my hand poked his head out of the doorway to check if the coast was clear. He led me back across the playground and in to the school building. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me before someone came. “Thank you”, he said and then walked off towards the toilets.
Was this his first time. I wondered. I reached in to my pocket for my panties intending to go and put them back on in the ladies toilet. Shit. Where were they?
You may all be wondering if at this point I have taken leave of my senses. No, I was reminded of this expression the other day when Alex got talking about his days at school. Personally, believe it or not I was a good girl at school. However, it did set me thinking how good it would have been to share a class or year with Alex back then.
Some of our readers may have been fortunate enough to meet at school and then go on and marry. Alex and I were not so fortunate, in fact we didn’t even live in the same city. So no way were we going to hook up at school. Even so it would be nice to imagine how things would have been…
It was a hot summers day. A rare thing here in England. I was wearing my navy just above the knee skirt, white cotton shirt, regulation school tie, ankle socks and flat black shoes. School uniform sucked but we had to wear it.
My desk was over by the window next to the smelliest girl in class, Dawn. Boy did she smell on hot days like today. My only relief from this odious, odorous torture was an occasional chance to glance at the new guy in class. His name was Alex and he had moved from across town about 2 weeks ago. He was everything I desired in a man, the typical tall dark and handsome type. I had also notice he wore large shoes (yes I do think there is an element of truth in that saying).
Alex seemed to have noticed me too, giving me quick glances with a smile that could break knicker elastic. At least I hoped so. During the course of the lesson I managed to scribble a quick note for him, it read “Alex wait behind after class, we can do lunch together”. When the teacher turned her back to write on the board I passed this over to him. Paul who sat at the side of Alex smiled, in a kind of knowing way. He knew we fancied the pants off each other but we tried not to make it general knowledge, as I was seeing a guy in another class.
The lesson passed and we both fumbled around in our desks and bags, allowing the rest of the class to escape for lunch. Alex pushed his chair under the desk and made his way over to me. “I didn’t think you were that interested, as you are going out with Simon”, Alex remarked. “He’s an arse, I’m finishing with him tonight” I replied, hoping that Simon would not deter Alex from pursuing anything with me.
Alex took hold of my hand and asked, “Where shall we go so we can be alone together”? I knew just the place. Hand in hand I led Alex to the far corner of the playground, towards the bike sheds. The bike sheds conveniently faced away from the school and were surrounded on two sides by a large laurel hedge. Entry was via the side against the hedge.
I pulled Alex inside and guided him to the far end, pressing him up against the last bike rail. “You don’t waste any time, do you?” he said in a slightly breathless voice. “We don’t have time to waste” I replied. He was looking down my shirt, watching my young breasts heave inside my white lace bra. “Do you like them”?, I cheekily asked. “You have great boobs, most of the guys in the class think so” he smiled back at me. I slipped undone the top 2 buttons of my blouse and reached for Alex’s hand. He was warm and perspiring slightly. I pushed it inside my blouse and into the cup of my bra, he trembled a little as I did this (was I his first?).
With a soft moan he gave me a gentle squeeze and then began to massage me with a circular motion. My nipples were beginning to stiffen with the attention and my breathing was now shallow and fast. I pushed myself towards Alex and forced my tongue deep in to his mouth. We kissed passionately, hard and impatient. I broke away from him and began to unzip him.
The grey flannel of his trousers outlined his growing erection perfectly. Just to the side of the zipper was a very small damp patch, Alex was obviously aroused. I reached inside his flies and found my prize inside his black boxers. He was just begining to firm up and I wanted to hurry things along a little. I reached up under my skirt, hooked a finger under each side of my panties and stepped out of them. Having nowhere else to put them and no time to consider it, I placed them in my skirt side pocket.
I pulled Alex’s hand free from my left breast and squatted down in front of him. Releasing him from the confines of his pants, I licked the small blob of pre cum from his tip. He shuddered and placed a hand on the back of my head. His cock was now twitching with excitement. I pulled back his foreskin and ran my tongue around his plumb. Tickling the frenulum with hard flicks of my tongue. He began to sag at the knees and reset on top of the rail. I zig zagged my tongue down the length of his hardening shaft.
Alex was now breathing rapidly and audibly excited, with his head tilted towards the ceiling. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and firmly closed my lips around him. I sucked down hand on him rubbing my tongue around the underside of his erection. I tasted his sweet pre cum as he oozed in to my hungry mouth.
Bobbing up and down, sucking and licking him soon had him on the brink of orgasm. “Suze, stop I’ll cum in your mouth if you keep doing that to me”, he confessed. I liked the idea of him shooting his load down my throat but needed him inside me more. “Alex, will you fuck me?”, more of a demand than a request. With that, he stood up and moved round, manoeuvring me against the bar.
I raised myself on to the top and secured myself, wrapping a leg around each support. The rail was cold but worth the slight discomfort. Alex was now stroking himself in long deliberate moves. I love to watch a guy doing that. Anyway, where was I? Yes, I was now very wet and ready for him to penetrate me. Raising my skirt Alex moved in between my spread legs. My pussy felt a little cold as the summer breeze blew across my wet mound.
He guided his thick hard cock in to me with his hand. Precarious as my position was it facilitated just enough pelvic tilt for Alex to grind in to me. And that he did, his pubescent cock wanting to feast on my pussy. I placed my arms around his shoulders for added stability as I rose up to meet his thrusts.
Alex’s eyes rolled back in there sockets as he slowly pulled himself to the point of fall out and then pushed purposefully back inside me. I could feel the head of his cock jump on the out stroke, my vaginal muscles began to pulse as I started to cum. The obvious wetness of my orgasm brought Alex to the brink of orgasm and the intensity of his thrusts grew.
He was now banging in to me so hard that I nearly lost my balance and had to grab him hard in an attempt to remain perched. Oh my God I was cuming again and just as I started to, the tell tale signs of male orgasm began. Alex’s face contorted and his grip on my buttocks intensified. “Oh, fuuuccccck, I’m cuming”, he gasped in a slightly pained voice. “Yes, Alex fuck me harder, cum inside me”, I demanded.
His cock twitched and pulsed and he exploded inside me. Exhausted and satiated he leaned over me to regain his strength. Voices became audible in the distance and they seemed to be heading our way.
“Shit, Alex quick let me get down”. I jumped off the bar and Alex put himself away and zipped up. Two girls voices were now very close. We stood absolutely still and quiet, both of us hoping not to be found. The voices passed, we both breathed a sigh of relief. What an abrupt finish to such a wonderful sexual encounter.
Alex took hold of my hand poked his head out of the doorway to check if the coast was clear. He led me back across the playground and in to the school building. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me before someone came. “Thank you”, he said and then walked off towards the toilets.
Was this his first time. I wondered. I reached in to my pocket for my panties intending to go and put them back on in the ladies toilet. Shit. Where were they?
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Yew Tree Manor - Part 6
Kate and John were floating about 500 metres above Time Square, bobbing up and down slightly in the warm summer breeze wafting across Manhattan. The sun warmed their backs as they regarded the scene below.
Looking down at the crowds on the sidewalks Kate asked, “Have you ever truly loved one of these creatures? I mean really loved, not lusted after, or used, or destroyed them.”
“Once”, John replied. The pain flooded back, black tendrils of anguish wrapped around his stomach and caressed it in their thorny grip. “She was the only mortal who actually loved me, for me. When we met I had just taken human form, so my gift didn’t come into it. If she had met me a few minutes later I’d have wondered, but it was real alright. Her name was Elizabeth, if you’re interested.”
“Nice name”, replied Kate, “I haven’t. They’ve all been useful, often fun, but mainly useful. I envy you actually loving one of them.”
“Don’t. It’s much easier to stay detached from them. Love is insidiously powerful.” John shook his head as if to break the spell cast by the memory of Elizabeth.
“By the way, what’s in the box?”, said Kate. “Something for later”, replied John, “Much later”.
“I fancy something to eat”, the glint in her eye told him what the something was …
They materialised at the corner of 6th Avenue and West 55th street and walked the short distance to Estiatorio Milos hand in hand. Flying down would have been a mistake, without a little mind control humans tended to notice that sort of entrance.
They picked their unfortunate entrées from the tank as they entered and seated themselves at a quiet table at the rear of the restaurant. Kate slipped off her stilettos and extended a fishnet-clad foot into John’s crotch. She stroked his cock through his trousers, feeling an instant reaction.
It was at times like this they had made a rule. Never to use their powers to hide their actions from the mortals. The possibility of discovery made it so much more fun. The waiter placed their drinks on the table and retired to the kitchen to berate the chef in colourful Greek.
Kate slid under the table towards her prey. It occurred to John that the sound of a zipper being undone was possibly one of the most erotic things he’d ever heard. Well maybe it had something to do with the thought of Kate and her athletic tongue …
Kate yanked his straining cock free from it’s cotton prison and salivated like the wanton whore she was. Holding the shaft with one hand she took his plumb into her mouth and slowly circled it with her tongue. John’s hips bucked, he was unable to stifle a quiet moan.
Kate teased the eye of his cock with her tongue enjoying the pre-cum which was oozing in an unstoppable sweet stream into her mouth.
She felt the welcome, familiar pulsing between her legs. The humidity turning to moistness. The moistness turning her panties into a soaking sliver of silk. Her free hand slid in and out of her pussy, occasionally massaging her clit.
John was hard, his hips now grinding, balls tight and ready to cum. Kate let his member slide deep into her mouth. Her tongue out slightly to one side. She forced herself to take as much of his huge cock as she could. She could have changed shape to take him all but preferred to work with the petite frame she had chosen for herself, unable to accommodate him. She gagged slightly as she bobbed up and down on his sex.
The slight gurgle from under the table took John over the edge. His groin tensed, juices rising. Suppressing a roar of orgasmic triumph John pumped cum into Kate’s throat. Wave after wave of semen gushed into her. Her passion was muted by the throbbing fleshy gag in her mouth. But she came, oh how she came. She let the feeling wash over her still sucking hard at John’s cock.
“The lady?”, asked the waiter.
John opened his eyes, startled, “err, the ladies room.”
“More drinks sir?”. “No, thanks”
When the waiter had moved on Kate emerged from under the table. She licked her lips with a forked tongue, just for effect.
“I’m glad we didn’t skip the first course”, she smiled.
~~~
After dinner they decided to go for a walk in the park. “Central Park?”, asked John, “Hyde”, replied Kate.
They traversed the Atlantic on a lightening bolt of sexual energy. Minds and bodies entwined in an embrace which lasted but a moment but saw them both cum again. Somewhere over Ireland.
~~~
They slowed, flew low over Kensington Palace and drifted gently down to earth at the foot of the Albert Memorial.
John took Kate in his arms once again and kissed her long and hard. Their tongues gave form to a passion as old as time and sent a shower of opalescent sparks, visible to those who could see them, bouncing across the grass.
A shaky voice from behind John said, “Give me your wallet and your fucking phone”.
The couple parted. John turned to face the owner of the voice. It was a gaunt man. No, man was the wrong word, a boy, perhaps seventeen? John could see the opiates running through his veins, but it did not take John’s abilities to guess from the white complexion and cloudy eyes that he was slowly killing himself with drugs.
“What the hell do you think you’re …”, began Kate. The moonlight flashed off a blade as it was raised toward Kate. The mugger waved it in her general direction, “Shut it!”
John felt Kate’s anger building. He raised a hand, “I’ll deal with this”, he said firmly.
John looked the boy in the eye. Looked at the butterfly knife and then back into the face of their assailant. “Please go away”, said John calmly.
“What the fuck? Just give me your wallet”, he held out a bony white hand.
“I want to show you something.”, said John. The boy looked puzzled. The rough oak box which had piqued Kate’s interest earlier appeared, floating in the air between the pair. “I’ll give you what’s in this box instead, if you can hold it for ten seconds.”. The lid of the box opened.
The boy now paralysed by fear looked into the box. A sword, nearly a metre and a half long glinted blue within.
“Go on, take it, it’s nine centuries old …”, John licked his lips in anticipation.
Despite himself the boy dropped the knife and reached into the box. With some difficulty he lifted the sword with both of his skeletal hands. He smiled a treacherous smile, raised the sword above his head and brought it down to cleave John’s head in two.
John’s hands came together above his head trapping the blade between them. The boy looked shocked, then started to shake uncontrollably. John pushed the sword to one side, leant forward and whispered in the boy’s ear. The sword vanished, the box vanished. The boy screamed as part of him was consumed by John’s words.
Suddenly he ran towards the Serpentine Gallery.
“That was cruel. I was just going to kill him”, said Kate. “What did you do?”.
“I took away the reason he wanted my wallet”, explained John.
“You old romantic you. Fuck me. Please”, Kate asked.
“Where?”
“Right here”
John dragged Kate to the grass and pushed her to the ground. He ripped open her blouse to expose her pert tits, cupped in a red basque. “Fiery”, he observed. “To match my eyes.”, crimson flames flickered in Kate’s pupils. She giggled. She loved to giggle. It was so girly, but knew what effect it had on John.
Sure enough as he dropped his trousers his cock was hard and throbbing. He reached up under her skirt and tore off her panties. Though thoughtfully stowing them in his shirt pocket as a memento.
John grabbed Kate’s left breast and kneaded it firmly. He lowered his head to suck her right nipple. Kate heaved and bucked, almost cumming with the sensations this very, very experienced tongue was providing. His tongue lingered for several minutes, teasing and torturing her before moving down to her engorged clitoris.
The aroma and moistness between her legs drove John to a frenzy. His tongue stroking her clit, then flicking, then massaging. He lapped her from clitoris to anus, twirling his tongue around her soft pink asshole, making her squirm.
His most agile of appendages dived deep into her pussy, thrashing inside her, tasting her most decadently flavoured fluids.
He scooped her up in his arms. Then slowly, deliberately lowered her onto his cock. As his glans touched, then parted her lips she formed a silent “O” with her mouth, which turned to an “Aaaa” as he began to fill her. As his full length impaled her she began to growl and could not help but spread her wings, which were now twice the span of a man’s arms, and loft them both skyward.
Kate’s legs were wrapped around John’s waist in an immoveable grip. Their mouth’s danced an intricate intoxicating ballet.
Kate’s steely talons raked at the flesh of John’s back until it bled. It only bled because he wanted it to. It only hurt because he wanted the pain. Not that this mattered to Kate who felt the wetness and smelt the metallic aroma of his blood.
John pumped into her with his iron hard cock. She came again and again riding wave after wave of orgasms until he finally filled her with hot cum. He broke their oral embrace and howled his climax across London.
Fin?
Looking down at the crowds on the sidewalks Kate asked, “Have you ever truly loved one of these creatures? I mean really loved, not lusted after, or used, or destroyed them.”
“Once”, John replied. The pain flooded back, black tendrils of anguish wrapped around his stomach and caressed it in their thorny grip. “She was the only mortal who actually loved me, for me. When we met I had just taken human form, so my gift didn’t come into it. If she had met me a few minutes later I’d have wondered, but it was real alright. Her name was Elizabeth, if you’re interested.”
“Nice name”, replied Kate, “I haven’t. They’ve all been useful, often fun, but mainly useful. I envy you actually loving one of them.”
“Don’t. It’s much easier to stay detached from them. Love is insidiously powerful.” John shook his head as if to break the spell cast by the memory of Elizabeth.
“By the way, what’s in the box?”, said Kate. “Something for later”, replied John, “Much later”.
“I fancy something to eat”, the glint in her eye told him what the something was …
They materialised at the corner of 6th Avenue and West 55th street and walked the short distance to Estiatorio Milos hand in hand. Flying down would have been a mistake, without a little mind control humans tended to notice that sort of entrance.
They picked their unfortunate entrées from the tank as they entered and seated themselves at a quiet table at the rear of the restaurant. Kate slipped off her stilettos and extended a fishnet-clad foot into John’s crotch. She stroked his cock through his trousers, feeling an instant reaction.
It was at times like this they had made a rule. Never to use their powers to hide their actions from the mortals. The possibility of discovery made it so much more fun. The waiter placed their drinks on the table and retired to the kitchen to berate the chef in colourful Greek.
Kate slid under the table towards her prey. It occurred to John that the sound of a zipper being undone was possibly one of the most erotic things he’d ever heard. Well maybe it had something to do with the thought of Kate and her athletic tongue …
Kate yanked his straining cock free from it’s cotton prison and salivated like the wanton whore she was. Holding the shaft with one hand she took his plumb into her mouth and slowly circled it with her tongue. John’s hips bucked, he was unable to stifle a quiet moan.
Kate teased the eye of his cock with her tongue enjoying the pre-cum which was oozing in an unstoppable sweet stream into her mouth.
She felt the welcome, familiar pulsing between her legs. The humidity turning to moistness. The moistness turning her panties into a soaking sliver of silk. Her free hand slid in and out of her pussy, occasionally massaging her clit.
John was hard, his hips now grinding, balls tight and ready to cum. Kate let his member slide deep into her mouth. Her tongue out slightly to one side. She forced herself to take as much of his huge cock as she could. She could have changed shape to take him all but preferred to work with the petite frame she had chosen for herself, unable to accommodate him. She gagged slightly as she bobbed up and down on his sex.
The slight gurgle from under the table took John over the edge. His groin tensed, juices rising. Suppressing a roar of orgasmic triumph John pumped cum into Kate’s throat. Wave after wave of semen gushed into her. Her passion was muted by the throbbing fleshy gag in her mouth. But she came, oh how she came. She let the feeling wash over her still sucking hard at John’s cock.
“The lady?”, asked the waiter.
John opened his eyes, startled, “err, the ladies room.”
“More drinks sir?”. “No, thanks”
When the waiter had moved on Kate emerged from under the table. She licked her lips with a forked tongue, just for effect.
“I’m glad we didn’t skip the first course”, she smiled.
~~~
After dinner they decided to go for a walk in the park. “Central Park?”, asked John, “Hyde”, replied Kate.
They traversed the Atlantic on a lightening bolt of sexual energy. Minds and bodies entwined in an embrace which lasted but a moment but saw them both cum again. Somewhere over Ireland.
~~~
They slowed, flew low over Kensington Palace and drifted gently down to earth at the foot of the Albert Memorial.
John took Kate in his arms once again and kissed her long and hard. Their tongues gave form to a passion as old as time and sent a shower of opalescent sparks, visible to those who could see them, bouncing across the grass.
A shaky voice from behind John said, “Give me your wallet and your fucking phone”.
The couple parted. John turned to face the owner of the voice. It was a gaunt man. No, man was the wrong word, a boy, perhaps seventeen? John could see the opiates running through his veins, but it did not take John’s abilities to guess from the white complexion and cloudy eyes that he was slowly killing himself with drugs.
“What the hell do you think you’re …”, began Kate. The moonlight flashed off a blade as it was raised toward Kate. The mugger waved it in her general direction, “Shut it!”
John felt Kate’s anger building. He raised a hand, “I’ll deal with this”, he said firmly.
John looked the boy in the eye. Looked at the butterfly knife and then back into the face of their assailant. “Please go away”, said John calmly.
“What the fuck? Just give me your wallet”, he held out a bony white hand.
“I want to show you something.”, said John. The boy looked puzzled. The rough oak box which had piqued Kate’s interest earlier appeared, floating in the air between the pair. “I’ll give you what’s in this box instead, if you can hold it for ten seconds.”. The lid of the box opened.
The boy now paralysed by fear looked into the box. A sword, nearly a metre and a half long glinted blue within.
“Go on, take it, it’s nine centuries old …”, John licked his lips in anticipation.
Despite himself the boy dropped the knife and reached into the box. With some difficulty he lifted the sword with both of his skeletal hands. He smiled a treacherous smile, raised the sword above his head and brought it down to cleave John’s head in two.
John’s hands came together above his head trapping the blade between them. The boy looked shocked, then started to shake uncontrollably. John pushed the sword to one side, leant forward and whispered in the boy’s ear. The sword vanished, the box vanished. The boy screamed as part of him was consumed by John’s words.
Suddenly he ran towards the Serpentine Gallery.
“That was cruel. I was just going to kill him”, said Kate. “What did you do?”.
“I took away the reason he wanted my wallet”, explained John.
“You old romantic you. Fuck me. Please”, Kate asked.
“Where?”
“Right here”
John dragged Kate to the grass and pushed her to the ground. He ripped open her blouse to expose her pert tits, cupped in a red basque. “Fiery”, he observed. “To match my eyes.”, crimson flames flickered in Kate’s pupils. She giggled. She loved to giggle. It was so girly, but knew what effect it had on John.
Sure enough as he dropped his trousers his cock was hard and throbbing. He reached up under her skirt and tore off her panties. Though thoughtfully stowing them in his shirt pocket as a memento.
John grabbed Kate’s left breast and kneaded it firmly. He lowered his head to suck her right nipple. Kate heaved and bucked, almost cumming with the sensations this very, very experienced tongue was providing. His tongue lingered for several minutes, teasing and torturing her before moving down to her engorged clitoris.
The aroma and moistness between her legs drove John to a frenzy. His tongue stroking her clit, then flicking, then massaging. He lapped her from clitoris to anus, twirling his tongue around her soft pink asshole, making her squirm.
His most agile of appendages dived deep into her pussy, thrashing inside her, tasting her most decadently flavoured fluids.
He scooped her up in his arms. Then slowly, deliberately lowered her onto his cock. As his glans touched, then parted her lips she formed a silent “O” with her mouth, which turned to an “Aaaa” as he began to fill her. As his full length impaled her she began to growl and could not help but spread her wings, which were now twice the span of a man’s arms, and loft them both skyward.
Kate’s legs were wrapped around John’s waist in an immoveable grip. Their mouth’s danced an intricate intoxicating ballet.
Kate’s steely talons raked at the flesh of John’s back until it bled. It only bled because he wanted it to. It only hurt because he wanted the pain. Not that this mattered to Kate who felt the wetness and smelt the metallic aroma of his blood.
John pumped into her with his iron hard cock. She came again and again riding wave after wave of orgasms until he finally filled her with hot cum. He broke their oral embrace and howled his climax across London.
Fin?
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Yew Tree Manor - Part 5
Kate was walking down Oxford Street when she first heard the voice. It was quieter than a whisper, but carried over the noise of the Christmas shoppers milling around her. She looked round. “What do you want?”, she thought.
“I felt your little tantrum at the manor”, said the voice.
“What are you talking about?”, she thought. She had been trying to forget the manor, mark it down as one of her blackouts. A delusion created by her mind because of her murky childhood abroad or so her analyst had said. Funny, after that visit she’d been unable to contact him to make another appointment …
“You’ve an impressive temper on you. Just like your mother.”
“You knew my mother?”
“A long time ago. Our paths crossed.”
“Wait a minute”, thought Kate, “You’re just a voice in my head, why am I talking to you?”
“Perhaps I’m not just a voice, perhaps I’ve decided to be your conscience.”
“I have a conscience”, thought Kate, though she had come to doubt that.
“We’ll see …”
~~~
Kate sat in the reception area of Bradstock, Gillet and Purves. She didn’t normally get nervous for interviews, but for some reason this one seemed different, important somehow. “Why? It’s only a temping job until next spring”. Then the fun would really start. She would get full access to her trust fund, not just the meagre allowance she currently subsisted on.
Subsisted probably wasn’t the exact word most people would choose. She lived in a flat in Chelsea, was clothed in designer-wear from her Vera Wang shoes to her Cartier wristwatch. But there was never enough money. The blackouts were getting more frequent and the ensuing shopping sprees to calm her nerves were getting more expensive.
“Mr Smith will see you now”, announced the sour-faced harridan behind the reception desk. “Third door on your right.”
Kate wobbled down the hallway, suddenly unable to walk in heels and wishing she had a chosen a pair of court shoes. She raised her hand to knock at the door. Adjusted her clothing, then raised her hand again to knock. Just as her knuckle was about to strike the door a voice from inside said, “Come in.”
Kate jumped, her heart raced. “Why are you acting like a teenager?”, she thought to herself. Blood rushing in her ears she entered the office.
Sat in his leather chair, John regarded Kate over steepled fingers. He was going to enjoy this. “Sit down, Miss … do you mind if I call you Kate?”
“Of course. I mean of course I don’t mind, yes please do …”, she stammered.
Kate sat in the chair opposite John, knees together, peeking out just below the hem of her black skirt. Hands on her lap, palms down. Her mouth was dry.
“So ….”, began John, unable to prevent his mouth curling into a mischievous smile, “ … you were brought up in Portugal.”
“Yes, by my grandfather. Well he was kind of a distant relative, my mother’s will placed me in his care when I was about four years old.”
“Then English schooling, degree 2:2. Hmmm”, said John stroking his chin. He really shouldn’t be having this much fun.
“Yes, well I would have had at least a 2:1, but I had a few problems in my final year …”.
“Yes”, said john, “I heard about them”.
“I’m sorry?”, Kate was perplexed. “How do you know about that …”
“… let’s just say that since your mother passed away I’ve been interested in your well being.”
Kate was speechless.
“You see your mother was a very powerful woman. Powerful in a way which I understand. I think underneath this cloak of normality that your mind has chosen to protect you with, a way in which you understand too.”. John stood up and walked round the desk. He sat on the edge of the desk facing Kate. “Give me your hand.”
“Oh fucking great, a weirdo-creep interviewer”, thought Kate, but despite of this felt compelled to put her hand in his.
As her fingers slipped into his palm she suddenly felt distant from the sombre oak-panelled office around her senses muted, and yet at the same time more alive. Kate looked into John’s eyes, his deep crystal blue, no green, no oh hell, his beautiful eyes.
“I’ll remember for you … “. And that’s what he did. John stepped into her mind and threw aside the dusty coverings that had protected her for more than three centuries. Without him in her mind, their consciousnesses entwined, she would have been unable to cope with the truth laid bare. But with him there she had someone to cling on to. She saw him for what he was, the first.
More disturbingly she saw herself, the immortal daemon daughter of a sorceress. Young in comparison to “John” but already centuries old.
She saw the death of her mother and her mortal father, screaming in the flames of the old Yew Tree Manor. She saw the men she had devoured through the ages since them. She saw herself for the vengeful succubus she was. And she felt no remorse for their deaths, she would suffer no nightmares from remembering their screams.
In their minds’ Kate and John looked at each other. More naked than any mortal would look on another mortal. More beautiful and dreadful to behold than a mere human could conceive.
“I want you”, said John.
“So you like younger women?”, laughed Kate. “Are you sure your old heart can stand the strain?”
“It can”. With that they were back in the office. John leant back over the desk and pressed the intercom button on the desk phone. “Hold my calls for the rest of the morning, please”.
Kate rose to her feet, stepped toward John and placed her hand on his chest, stroking his deliciously defined pectorals through his shirt. Suddenly she pushed him back onto the leather clad mahogany desk. Then tore off his belt.
Fire leapt into her eyes as she raised her hand high. Steely talons sprang from her fingers as she slashed at his groin, shredding his trousers. John’s cock strained at his KC’s. A flick of Kate’s index finger released it.
John closed his eyes. Kate’s serpent tongue flicked at his shining glans. “Not wanting to be a spoil-sport, but I prefer a human tongue”. Kate shrugged and forced her tongue back into human shape. John groaned as she lapped at his shaft. Kate circled the tip of his cock with her tongue, still lithe even in human form. She sucked the tip of it, then gently rubbed her teeth across the tip. He drew in a sharp breath, half pleasure, half pain as her razor sharp teeth were drawn across his frenulum.
Kate slowly let his cock slide over her tongue and down her throat. Then out again, sucking hard as his stiff member passed her lips, emitting a loud pop.
John raised his head and opened his eyes, smiling. “Your wings are showing,” he said.
“Do you like them?”
“Your mother would be proud.”
John stood and encircled Kate with his muscular arms, her apparently frail frame trapped in his embrace. He stroked her back and held her head to his chest. Then, tenderness over he ripped her white silk blouse from her, then her skirt.
“What about my panties?”
“Turn round, bend over and take them off.”
Kate eagerly obliged. As she bent forward, thumbs hooked each side of her panties, John was treated to a view of a pulsing wet pussy. Panties round her ankles Kate looked over her shoulder and said in her best Southern Belle voice, “Why sir, whatever shall we do now?”.
She fluttered her eyelashes and her wings at him, just for added effect.
John pushed her roughly to her knees, knelt behind her and drove straight into her with his magnificent erection. She screamed with carnal lust as he hammered her hot dripping pussy. No human had ever fucked her like this. “Yes, yes fuuuuuck mee!”, her orgasm tore through her body and outward across London like a psychic tidal wave.
He continued to hammer into her, growling and pulling her onto his cock. His strong hands grasping mercilessly at her waist slamming her into his groin. She came again, and again. Then he came with a growl of exaltation “Aaaargh, yes!”.
It took them both a few minutes to recover. Their bodied, minds and psyches drained, yet sated by what they had just experienced.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” said John eventually.
“I bet you say that to all the daemons you’ve slept with”, answered Kate softly.
“Yes, but you are the only one.”
“Do you want to do that again?”, she ventured.
“Well, I’ve got the rest of eternity to kill …”
To be concluded.
“I felt your little tantrum at the manor”, said the voice.
“What are you talking about?”, she thought. She had been trying to forget the manor, mark it down as one of her blackouts. A delusion created by her mind because of her murky childhood abroad or so her analyst had said. Funny, after that visit she’d been unable to contact him to make another appointment …
“You’ve an impressive temper on you. Just like your mother.”
“You knew my mother?”
“A long time ago. Our paths crossed.”
“Wait a minute”, thought Kate, “You’re just a voice in my head, why am I talking to you?”
“Perhaps I’m not just a voice, perhaps I’ve decided to be your conscience.”
“I have a conscience”, thought Kate, though she had come to doubt that.
“We’ll see …”
~~~
Kate sat in the reception area of Bradstock, Gillet and Purves. She didn’t normally get nervous for interviews, but for some reason this one seemed different, important somehow. “Why? It’s only a temping job until next spring”. Then the fun would really start. She would get full access to her trust fund, not just the meagre allowance she currently subsisted on.
Subsisted probably wasn’t the exact word most people would choose. She lived in a flat in Chelsea, was clothed in designer-wear from her Vera Wang shoes to her Cartier wristwatch. But there was never enough money. The blackouts were getting more frequent and the ensuing shopping sprees to calm her nerves were getting more expensive.
“Mr Smith will see you now”, announced the sour-faced harridan behind the reception desk. “Third door on your right.”
Kate wobbled down the hallway, suddenly unable to walk in heels and wishing she had a chosen a pair of court shoes. She raised her hand to knock at the door. Adjusted her clothing, then raised her hand again to knock. Just as her knuckle was about to strike the door a voice from inside said, “Come in.”
Kate jumped, her heart raced. “Why are you acting like a teenager?”, she thought to herself. Blood rushing in her ears she entered the office.
Sat in his leather chair, John regarded Kate over steepled fingers. He was going to enjoy this. “Sit down, Miss … do you mind if I call you Kate?”
“Of course. I mean of course I don’t mind, yes please do …”, she stammered.
Kate sat in the chair opposite John, knees together, peeking out just below the hem of her black skirt. Hands on her lap, palms down. Her mouth was dry.
“So ….”, began John, unable to prevent his mouth curling into a mischievous smile, “ … you were brought up in Portugal.”
“Yes, by my grandfather. Well he was kind of a distant relative, my mother’s will placed me in his care when I was about four years old.”
“Then English schooling, degree 2:2. Hmmm”, said John stroking his chin. He really shouldn’t be having this much fun.
“Yes, well I would have had at least a 2:1, but I had a few problems in my final year …”.
“Yes”, said john, “I heard about them”.
“I’m sorry?”, Kate was perplexed. “How do you know about that …”
“… let’s just say that since your mother passed away I’ve been interested in your well being.”
Kate was speechless.
“You see your mother was a very powerful woman. Powerful in a way which I understand. I think underneath this cloak of normality that your mind has chosen to protect you with, a way in which you understand too.”. John stood up and walked round the desk. He sat on the edge of the desk facing Kate. “Give me your hand.”
“Oh fucking great, a weirdo-creep interviewer”, thought Kate, but despite of this felt compelled to put her hand in his.
As her fingers slipped into his palm she suddenly felt distant from the sombre oak-panelled office around her senses muted, and yet at the same time more alive. Kate looked into John’s eyes, his deep crystal blue, no green, no oh hell, his beautiful eyes.
“I’ll remember for you … “. And that’s what he did. John stepped into her mind and threw aside the dusty coverings that had protected her for more than three centuries. Without him in her mind, their consciousnesses entwined, she would have been unable to cope with the truth laid bare. But with him there she had someone to cling on to. She saw him for what he was, the first.
More disturbingly she saw herself, the immortal daemon daughter of a sorceress. Young in comparison to “John” but already centuries old.
She saw the death of her mother and her mortal father, screaming in the flames of the old Yew Tree Manor. She saw the men she had devoured through the ages since them. She saw herself for the vengeful succubus she was. And she felt no remorse for their deaths, she would suffer no nightmares from remembering their screams.
In their minds’ Kate and John looked at each other. More naked than any mortal would look on another mortal. More beautiful and dreadful to behold than a mere human could conceive.
“I want you”, said John.
“So you like younger women?”, laughed Kate. “Are you sure your old heart can stand the strain?”
“It can”. With that they were back in the office. John leant back over the desk and pressed the intercom button on the desk phone. “Hold my calls for the rest of the morning, please”.
Kate rose to her feet, stepped toward John and placed her hand on his chest, stroking his deliciously defined pectorals through his shirt. Suddenly she pushed him back onto the leather clad mahogany desk. Then tore off his belt.
Fire leapt into her eyes as she raised her hand high. Steely talons sprang from her fingers as she slashed at his groin, shredding his trousers. John’s cock strained at his KC’s. A flick of Kate’s index finger released it.
John closed his eyes. Kate’s serpent tongue flicked at his shining glans. “Not wanting to be a spoil-sport, but I prefer a human tongue”. Kate shrugged and forced her tongue back into human shape. John groaned as she lapped at his shaft. Kate circled the tip of his cock with her tongue, still lithe even in human form. She sucked the tip of it, then gently rubbed her teeth across the tip. He drew in a sharp breath, half pleasure, half pain as her razor sharp teeth were drawn across his frenulum.
Kate slowly let his cock slide over her tongue and down her throat. Then out again, sucking hard as his stiff member passed her lips, emitting a loud pop.
John raised his head and opened his eyes, smiling. “Your wings are showing,” he said.
“Do you like them?”
“Your mother would be proud.”
John stood and encircled Kate with his muscular arms, her apparently frail frame trapped in his embrace. He stroked her back and held her head to his chest. Then, tenderness over he ripped her white silk blouse from her, then her skirt.
“What about my panties?”
“Turn round, bend over and take them off.”
Kate eagerly obliged. As she bent forward, thumbs hooked each side of her panties, John was treated to a view of a pulsing wet pussy. Panties round her ankles Kate looked over her shoulder and said in her best Southern Belle voice, “Why sir, whatever shall we do now?”.
She fluttered her eyelashes and her wings at him, just for added effect.
John pushed her roughly to her knees, knelt behind her and drove straight into her with his magnificent erection. She screamed with carnal lust as he hammered her hot dripping pussy. No human had ever fucked her like this. “Yes, yes fuuuuuck mee!”, her orgasm tore through her body and outward across London like a psychic tidal wave.
He continued to hammer into her, growling and pulling her onto his cock. His strong hands grasping mercilessly at her waist slamming her into his groin. She came again, and again. Then he came with a growl of exaltation “Aaaargh, yes!”.
It took them both a few minutes to recover. Their bodied, minds and psyches drained, yet sated by what they had just experienced.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” said John eventually.
“I bet you say that to all the daemons you’ve slept with”, answered Kate softly.
“Yes, but you are the only one.”
“Do you want to do that again?”, she ventured.
“Well, I’ve got the rest of eternity to kill …”
To be concluded.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Yew Tree Manor - Part 4
Kate screamed a hellish scream. Her obsidian heart burning with hatred for these despicable mortal creatures.
She swooped back to the dining room. Mark and Luke were gibbering on the carpet. Each experiencing their own personal purgatory as they relived the events of a few minutes ago.
“Get out”, yelled Kate. They ran, despite their minds being horribly damaged, despite their perception of the physical world around them being veiled by a swirling grey mist in their minds.
They ran across the hallway. Mark scrabbled at the door latch. It opened.
They made it just to the red brick garden wall before the blast wave threw them to the ground and the inky blackness of unconsciousness engulfed them.
Click MI5 report fragments to read
She swooped back to the dining room. Mark and Luke were gibbering on the carpet. Each experiencing their own personal purgatory as they relived the events of a few minutes ago.
“Get out”, yelled Kate. They ran, despite their minds being horribly damaged, despite their perception of the physical world around them being veiled by a swirling grey mist in their minds.
They ran across the hallway. Mark scrabbled at the door latch. It opened.
They made it just to the red brick garden wall before the blast wave threw them to the ground and the inky blackness of unconsciousness engulfed them.
Click MI5 report fragments to read
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Yew Tree Manor - Part 3
Hurld headlong flaming from th' Ethereal Skie
With hideous ruine and combustion down
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
Paradise Lost, John Milton, 1667
When Peter and Kate eventually entered the kitchen, the other couples were already picking at the food as they carried it through to the dining room.
Emily was talking to Mark, next to the sink. She stopped short on seeing Kate, frozen by her stare. Mark raised a hand to her shoulder and said something, just too quite to hear. Emily drew close to Mark and laid her head on his shoulder, but did not take her eyes off Kate. Another few words from Mark and she began to help Charlotte transport the food.
Peter adopted his role as host, serving drinks. Seeing that Emily was distressed for some reason he crossed to Mark. They exchanged a few earnest words then both broke into smiles. Kate couldn’t quite hear what was said. “The horny bitch …”, “but you where down here?”, “ … you should see the scratches on her thigh, it must have been some dream.”
Kate found herself smiling, but not knowing why.
By ten to midnight the food had been transferred from the kitchen to the adjacent dining room. Music was playing quietly and the three couples huddled round the open fire in the huge hearth for warmth. A chill had entered the house, the cold become intense as midnight approached. Alcohol helped to keep out the cold but wasn’t raising the spirits as it should have done.
“Time for ghost stories.”, declared Peter, “Any volunteers?”. He looked at the assembled friends in turn. Mark shrugged, “Don’t look at me”. “I don’t have an imagination”, said Luke, grinning. Emily averted her gaze and snuggled deeper into Mark’s arms.
“I’ll start”, it was Kate.
Rain began to fall again as Kate settled on a small stool in front of the fire. Her audience of five friends arranged on an assortment of pillows and bed sheets in a semicircle around her.
“You know why this house is called Yew Tree Manor don’t you?”
“Because someone planted a bloody great yew in the back garden, perhaps?”
“Not quite, the tree was old before the house was here. Not this house, the original house. That was over 800 years ago. Some people still call yews the “eternity trees” you know. They grow for millennia.
“Nobody knows his name, but the builder was a local lord, an important noble, well connected, powerful, avaricious.
“He even had his own private army. Small but effective, nothing more than a group of tame thugs by today’s standards. But useful at the time for extracting higher and higher rents from tenant farmers.
“Since when were you the local historian? Or is this all fantasy?”, Asked Charlotte.
“It’s all true. He wasn’t always so wealthy though. Originally a charcoal burner in the forest, he cleared the land on this hilltop with his bare hands while plying his humble trade. You’d have thought the trees would have grown back but they never did. Funny that.” Kate smiled.
“One autumn evening he came back from the village and found a figure stooped over the stump of an old yew which he’d hewn and burnt only a few days earlier. ‘Why did you cut it down?’, asked the figure. ‘What business is it of yours?’, replied the woodsman. ‘I planted it’. ‘Rubbish, that was five hundred years old judging by the rings’.
“The figure stood up and threw back the hood of its cape. The hideous visage which confronted the woodsman froze the blood in his veins. This woman, if indeed she was a woman looked five, ten twenty centuries old. And yet her crystal blue eyes drew him towards her. His feet raised and fell of their own accord taking him into her, outstretched arms. ‘You took my tree, now pay for it’, she screamed as her gnarled hands wrapped around his throat and took him for her own.
“They lay together that night, conceiving a daughter.”
“’Lay together’, you’ve been reading romantic books again!”, smirked Luke. The icy stare Kate gave him wiped the smile from his face and made cold beads of sweat erupt from his neck.
“These things should not be forgotten!”, barked Kate.
“The woodsman and his new bride grew in power from that day. Seen by all as a beautiful young woman nobody suspected that his bride was neither mortal or benign. The yew tree sprouted anew and the old hall was built next to it.
“Until one day when the local abbot called to collect alms for the poor of the village. As he approached the hall he heard shouting, an argument between the Lord and his Lady. The daughter burst from the hall crying, and ran to the abbot’s arms.
“As he approached the door the abbot saw the Lord cowering before a dreadful apparition. He saw, unmasked, the Lady, the demon that had taken possession of the woodsman.
“The abbot ran to the village, gathered a mob and returned to the manner. The doors were barred and the windows blocked. The manor was burnt to the ground with the Lord and Lady screaming inside.
“So that’s alright then.”, said Peter, “I do like a happy ending.”
“They had a daughter. And this very night I remembered who I was. I remembered my mother’s screams!”, said Kate, her crystal blue eyes flaring as a lightening bolt struck the yew tree outside.
The shock from the lightening blew open a window with a roar. Emily screamed. The lights went out, leaving the room illuminated by the huge log fire.
Kate stood and unfurled her wings, her dress fell to the floor, she stood before them in the firelight. Breasts pert, nipples hard, pussy silvery wet. She pointed at Luke, then Mark. “You, and you, come here.”
Unable to refuse they took their places before Kate. Without a word of command they undressed, throwing their clothes aside. Kate pounced on Luke’s already proud member, licking and sucking. Despite himself, still terrified, Luke found himself moaning with pleasure.
“Fuck me damn you!”, commanded Kate, flashing a murderous gaze at Mark.
Luke fell to his knees, Kate’s mouth still wrapped around his cock. What was that licking at his member? Two tongues, or was it one split like a serpent? Luke knelt behind her, and slid himself into her greedy pussy. He was gripped by her, drawn in. As he thrust in and out, thrusting harder than he ever would have with Charlotte, he felt Kate’s pussy grip him. He could not have pulled out even if he had wanted to. And he didn’t want to.
Watched by their partners the carnal beast they created, bucked, groaned and fucked in the firelight. The partners could not move, transfixed by fear and drawn to the spectacle by the shear sexual power Kate had over her two men. They were her men, she possessed them, and they wanted to be possessed by this powerful sexual demon.
Kate clawed at Mark’s buttocks with her talons as Luke slammed his pelvis into her. Lightening grew more frequent and intense. Each flash freezing the sexual beast with three backs for an instant, in a macabre blue-white vignette.
Mark and Luke screamed as they came, howling like animals, crying out like demons from the depths of hell. Mark felt himself drained as his cock jetted cum into Kate’s mouth. Not only of his seed, but almost of life itself. Luke sensed his soul being torn from him and a grey veil fall over the world around him. Luke slumped back , white and barely breathing. Mark followed a few seconds later as Kate unhooked her talons from the flesh of his buttocks
Still on all fours Kate’s forked tongue licked the cum from her lips. She stood and looked at the huddle trio, Peter, Charlotte and Emily. “Now you three.” And she laughed, a cruel joyless laugh.
But the spell had been broken. Peter grabbed Charlotte and Emily, dragging them through the hall to the door.
Still Kate laughed.
The key would not turn in the lock.
“No!”, yelled Kate.
Peter heard the sound of Kate’s wings beating as she launched herself after them. Peter tried again and the lock turned. He managed to slam the door shut just as Kate reached the doorway. Turning the key from the outside he locked her in.
“Will that keep her in?” asked Charlotte?. “How the Fuck should I know?”, replied a white faced Peter.
As the three of them ran down the drive towards the village, they heard a scream behind them from the pits of Hades. “Mark!”, cried Emily. “I think we need a mob.” said Peter.
The End?
With hideous ruine and combustion down
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire,
Paradise Lost, John Milton, 1667
When Peter and Kate eventually entered the kitchen, the other couples were already picking at the food as they carried it through to the dining room.
Emily was talking to Mark, next to the sink. She stopped short on seeing Kate, frozen by her stare. Mark raised a hand to her shoulder and said something, just too quite to hear. Emily drew close to Mark and laid her head on his shoulder, but did not take her eyes off Kate. Another few words from Mark and she began to help Charlotte transport the food.
Peter adopted his role as host, serving drinks. Seeing that Emily was distressed for some reason he crossed to Mark. They exchanged a few earnest words then both broke into smiles. Kate couldn’t quite hear what was said. “The horny bitch …”, “but you where down here?”, “ … you should see the scratches on her thigh, it must have been some dream.”
Kate found herself smiling, but not knowing why.
By ten to midnight the food had been transferred from the kitchen to the adjacent dining room. Music was playing quietly and the three couples huddled round the open fire in the huge hearth for warmth. A chill had entered the house, the cold become intense as midnight approached. Alcohol helped to keep out the cold but wasn’t raising the spirits as it should have done.
“Time for ghost stories.”, declared Peter, “Any volunteers?”. He looked at the assembled friends in turn. Mark shrugged, “Don’t look at me”. “I don’t have an imagination”, said Luke, grinning. Emily averted her gaze and snuggled deeper into Mark’s arms.
“I’ll start”, it was Kate.
Rain began to fall again as Kate settled on a small stool in front of the fire. Her audience of five friends arranged on an assortment of pillows and bed sheets in a semicircle around her.
“You know why this house is called Yew Tree Manor don’t you?”
“Because someone planted a bloody great yew in the back garden, perhaps?”
“Not quite, the tree was old before the house was here. Not this house, the original house. That was over 800 years ago. Some people still call yews the “eternity trees” you know. They grow for millennia.
“Nobody knows his name, but the builder was a local lord, an important noble, well connected, powerful, avaricious.
“He even had his own private army. Small but effective, nothing more than a group of tame thugs by today’s standards. But useful at the time for extracting higher and higher rents from tenant farmers.
“Since when were you the local historian? Or is this all fantasy?”, Asked Charlotte.
“It’s all true. He wasn’t always so wealthy though. Originally a charcoal burner in the forest, he cleared the land on this hilltop with his bare hands while plying his humble trade. You’d have thought the trees would have grown back but they never did. Funny that.” Kate smiled.
“One autumn evening he came back from the village and found a figure stooped over the stump of an old yew which he’d hewn and burnt only a few days earlier. ‘Why did you cut it down?’, asked the figure. ‘What business is it of yours?’, replied the woodsman. ‘I planted it’. ‘Rubbish, that was five hundred years old judging by the rings’.
“The figure stood up and threw back the hood of its cape. The hideous visage which confronted the woodsman froze the blood in his veins. This woman, if indeed she was a woman looked five, ten twenty centuries old. And yet her crystal blue eyes drew him towards her. His feet raised and fell of their own accord taking him into her, outstretched arms. ‘You took my tree, now pay for it’, she screamed as her gnarled hands wrapped around his throat and took him for her own.
“They lay together that night, conceiving a daughter.”
“’Lay together’, you’ve been reading romantic books again!”, smirked Luke. The icy stare Kate gave him wiped the smile from his face and made cold beads of sweat erupt from his neck.
“These things should not be forgotten!”, barked Kate.
“The woodsman and his new bride grew in power from that day. Seen by all as a beautiful young woman nobody suspected that his bride was neither mortal or benign. The yew tree sprouted anew and the old hall was built next to it.
“Until one day when the local abbot called to collect alms for the poor of the village. As he approached the hall he heard shouting, an argument between the Lord and his Lady. The daughter burst from the hall crying, and ran to the abbot’s arms.
“As he approached the door the abbot saw the Lord cowering before a dreadful apparition. He saw, unmasked, the Lady, the demon that had taken possession of the woodsman.
“The abbot ran to the village, gathered a mob and returned to the manner. The doors were barred and the windows blocked. The manor was burnt to the ground with the Lord and Lady screaming inside.
“So that’s alright then.”, said Peter, “I do like a happy ending.”
“They had a daughter. And this very night I remembered who I was. I remembered my mother’s screams!”, said Kate, her crystal blue eyes flaring as a lightening bolt struck the yew tree outside.
The shock from the lightening blew open a window with a roar. Emily screamed. The lights went out, leaving the room illuminated by the huge log fire.
Kate stood and unfurled her wings, her dress fell to the floor, she stood before them in the firelight. Breasts pert, nipples hard, pussy silvery wet. She pointed at Luke, then Mark. “You, and you, come here.”
Unable to refuse they took their places before Kate. Without a word of command they undressed, throwing their clothes aside. Kate pounced on Luke’s already proud member, licking and sucking. Despite himself, still terrified, Luke found himself moaning with pleasure.
“Fuck me damn you!”, commanded Kate, flashing a murderous gaze at Mark.
Luke fell to his knees, Kate’s mouth still wrapped around his cock. What was that licking at his member? Two tongues, or was it one split like a serpent? Luke knelt behind her, and slid himself into her greedy pussy. He was gripped by her, drawn in. As he thrust in and out, thrusting harder than he ever would have with Charlotte, he felt Kate’s pussy grip him. He could not have pulled out even if he had wanted to. And he didn’t want to.
Watched by their partners the carnal beast they created, bucked, groaned and fucked in the firelight. The partners could not move, transfixed by fear and drawn to the spectacle by the shear sexual power Kate had over her two men. They were her men, she possessed them, and they wanted to be possessed by this powerful sexual demon.
Kate clawed at Mark’s buttocks with her talons as Luke slammed his pelvis into her. Lightening grew more frequent and intense. Each flash freezing the sexual beast with three backs for an instant, in a macabre blue-white vignette.
Mark and Luke screamed as they came, howling like animals, crying out like demons from the depths of hell. Mark felt himself drained as his cock jetted cum into Kate’s mouth. Not only of his seed, but almost of life itself. Luke sensed his soul being torn from him and a grey veil fall over the world around him. Luke slumped back , white and barely breathing. Mark followed a few seconds later as Kate unhooked her talons from the flesh of his buttocks
Still on all fours Kate’s forked tongue licked the cum from her lips. She stood and looked at the huddle trio, Peter, Charlotte and Emily. “Now you three.” And she laughed, a cruel joyless laugh.
But the spell had been broken. Peter grabbed Charlotte and Emily, dragging them through the hall to the door.
Still Kate laughed.
The key would not turn in the lock.
“No!”, yelled Kate.
Peter heard the sound of Kate’s wings beating as she launched herself after them. Peter tried again and the lock turned. He managed to slam the door shut just as Kate reached the doorway. Turning the key from the outside he locked her in.
“Will that keep her in?” asked Charlotte?. “How the Fuck should I know?”, replied a white faced Peter.
As the three of them ran down the drive towards the village, they heard a scream behind them from the pits of Hades. “Mark!”, cried Emily. “I think we need a mob.” said Peter.
The End?
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