by Julius
copyright May 2009
She supposed she should mind about his fascination with on-line porn but she didn’t. In fact she was very glad of it. It got him horny and it got her fucked.
The red of the dawning sun lit the bedroom window. He was in their little office now.
She’d peeked in on him more than once in the past, watched him stroking himself while he stared at the screen. His right hand on the mouse and left on his cock, on his lovely cock.
She was in bed, under the covers, with a cock inside her. Maybe a little longer than his but this one was glass, not hot and blood-swollen flesh. She steadily fucked herself, angling just right to massage her G-spot, letting the knuckle of her thumb nudge her clitoris with every inward thrust.
The pulled-aside thong was a torture. It was all she wore. He loved her in a thong, the briefer the better. Silly things really, she thought. Always insistently reminding her of their presence, invading her, going where they shouldn’t. And yet, and yet she loved wearing one. They turned her on and they turned him on. She used a hooked finger to try and get it more comfortable, to not quite cut her in half.
She’d come once already. Violently, hungrily, switching between thrashing and rigid as her body went mad and her closed eyes watched the light displays on her retinas. She wanted a proper fucking and she knew she’d get one. Sooner rather than later, she hoped.
Praying for the sound of his chair rolling back, she slid the glass cock in and out. Was there anything better than being full of cock?
‘Hurry, hurry!” she murmured, drawing the glass dildo slowly out of her. She brought it to her lips and tasted herself, marvelled at the pussy-induced heat of the thing. Into her mouth it went, heavily-hard against her teeth, deeper, just shy of making her gag. How she wanted the soft-hardness of his cock. Her mouth, her hands, her cunt, they all wanted him. Most wanting of all was her cock-hungry cunt.
She fed that cunt again, seven inches of hard glass in deep, deep, deep. The head of it nudged her cervix just before the flanged end reached her pussy lips. She squirmed on the impalement; longing to sink herself onto his beautiful cock, have him buried deep inside her, deep all the way. Filling her pussy, letting her pussy have its fill. Oh how she’d bounce on him, punish his cock for keeping her waiting.
She felt the first flutters of another orgasm and caught a nipple between finger and thumb and twisted it, hurting herself, sending ripples coursing away, down to her pussy.
Then she was coming again, helpless to hold back the rushing tide of the climax. Writhing, feeling the rippling walls of her pussy trying to squeeze the glass intruder the way it would squeeze him. Her orgasms frightened her with their intensity. She had no control as she curled foetaly and then straightened, legs rigid, thighs clamping her hand until it hurt. Her mouth sucked air, her pussy sucked shiny Pyrex.
At last the storm subsided. She withdrew her hand. It was wet; the tops of her thighs were slippery with her juices. Her whole body was damp with sweat and her breathing was ragged. She listened to the blood pulsing in her ears. Yet the hunger was still there, the wanting, the need for filling.
She caught the sound of the chair’s casters! She pictured him standing, his cock jutting. At last, he was going to join her. She slid the glass penis out of her and put it on the carpet beside the bed. Lying on her side, facing away from the door, she feigned sleep.
Her fuck was coming.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
"Wet My Pet"
One of my favourite stories. Kinky yes, but who cares, we'd all like to be kinkier, or we should.
Perhaps I should explain a little about the characters in the tale. Celia and Stephan are from an earlier story. She's a tennant and he's the building's janitor and they have struck up a friendship which is on the point of blossoming 'twould seem.
"Wet My Pet"
by Julius
Copyright 2005
Eleven-thirty and Celia was feeling tired, her bed was beckoning.
The gentle knock at her apartment door was an unwelcome interruption. She peeped through the little spyhole and saw Stephan looking back. A little reluctantly, she opened the door.
"What d'you say to a midnight swim?" he whispered.
"Pool doesn't open till next week."
"I've got a key," he grinned and brandished a large bunch.
"I've no suit," she was too tired for this.
"Skinny dip," he shrugged, "if you don't wear yours, I won't wear mine."
His mood caught her and she felt herself yielding. She sighed and he smiled his smile. He really was a persuasive man, "Wait, let me find a towel."
Celia went to the bedroom, suddenly eager to go with him. She rummaged in a drawer, looking through her underwear, amazed she had no swimsuit. Her eye caught a flash of bright green. No, she daren't! She drew out the teddy and held it at arm's length.
When she emerged from the bedroom Stephan grinned at her and pointed to the terry robe, "Are you ...?"
"Just wait and see," she said and scooped up her keys, "let's go."
They rode the elevator down to basement level and stepped out. Stephan led the way. Unlocking the door he gestured her inside. The smells of chlorine and fresh paint hit her. The lights came on, the pool was filled. Stephan turned out all the lights but the underwater ones. Celia gave a little squeal of delight, it looked so pretty like that.
"Beer? Can't skinny dip without beer," Stephan took two bottles out of the bag and twisted off the tops. He handed her one.
"Want to sit a while?" he gestured towards an alcove with benches on two sides. A shower spray hung on the third wall. She sat and took a swallow of her beer and shivered. Stephan disappeared, four heat lamps came on overhead, warmth flooded over her. He came back," There, that better?"
"Answers for everything, haven't you?"
Stephan grinned at her, "No, not quite, I don't know what's under the robe."
"Mostly Celia," she said making no move to show him. She sipped the beer. The radiance from the lamps was relaxing her. She rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes.
"I think you should let me see what you're wearing for our swim," she suggested.
He removed his shoes and socks while Celia drank the last of her beer. She was getting a gentle buzz and heard herself giggle, "More."
He paused with his shirt over his head, "More beer or more Stephan?"
"Oh, more both."
"Well, I brought a six-pack and ... " he pulled off the shirt with a flourish and tossed it in her lap.
Celia picked it up and pressed her face into the cloth. Her insides seemed to flip as she breathed in his scent, felt his body heat. She looked up at him, his arms, his shoulders and felt an awful yearning.
Reaching into the bag for another beer she chanted, "More beer, more Stephan, more beer, more Stephan."
He slid down his zipper and Celia tipped the bottle and gulped. Midnight swims were suddenly a wonderful idea.
When Stephan's pants slid to the floor she gazed hungrily at the bulge in the front of his tiny white briefs. "Ooh, lots of Stephan," she said and actually hiccoughed. To herself she said 'Celia, you are little bit drunk.'
She got to her feet, "Well, fair's fair, hold this," she handed him her bottle and unbelted the robe, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide to the tiles.
His sharp intake of breath said it all. His mouth actually stayed open for long seconds. "Oh my!" was all he managed.
Her glance in the bedroom mirror had almost made her change her mind. Now she was glad she hadn't. The teddy concealed very little of Celia. His reaction was a most wonderful thing to see and hear.
Little wonder he gaped. Celia glanced down, her heavy breasts were all she could see of herself. They looked beautifully big, she thought. Resting in the cups of the teddy, they gave her a splendid cleavage. She wanted to shake her shoulders and jiggle her breasts for Stephan. But she knew they'd simply fall out if she did.
She watched, delighted, as Stephan's eyes roamed up and down her. The crotch of the teddy was hauled tight into her pussy, she could feel its insistent presence. She turned slowly, showing him her ass. It was big and beautiful, she knew. She reached a hand back, "Oh my!" she murmured and giggled. The fabric covered her not at all, it had worked deep between her cheeks.
She turned to face him. "Oh my!," she exclaimed again at the sight. His erection formed an impressive ridge up the front of his briefs, "that's very flattering."
"Have you any idea how beautiful, how sexy you look?" he asked her.
She squirmed under his gaze, she felt sexy and beautiful. Celia sucked air in through her teeth as a spasm caught her somewhere below her belly button. Her thighs tensed and she pressed her knees together in the classic female pose. A sudden need. "Dear God, this sexy, beautiful woman needs a pee."
She remembered another time, a week ago. They'd been a little drunk then and had told each other their favourite fantasies. She thought now of his.
"Lie down Stephan," she told him, "here on the tiles."
At Celia's urging, Stephan lay on his back. The tiles were pleasantly warm. Heat from the lamps bathed him. He closed his eyes against the glare and waited.
She moved to stand over him, he could feel her ankles against his thighs. His cock was splendidly erect inside the briefs. It had to be, after she'd dropped the robe. The warmth, her closeness, he knew something beautiful was about to happen.
He felt her move and opened squinting eyes. She squatted and then settled slowly, kneeling astride him. She sank further, her crotch settling on his. Just two layers, silk and cotton, between her sex and his.
She leaned forward and rested on her hands. He closed his eyes again. Celia's lips were at his ear and she whispered, her breath tickled. "Have you any idea how horny I feel right now," she paused, "and how badly I need to pee?"
Stephan shook his head and she added, "I don't know which I need most," she squirmed her mound on his cock, "to be filled or to be emptied."
She sat up then, heavy on his hips. Stephan shaded his eyes with his hand and watched as she slipped one strap off her shoulder and allowed a breast to spill free. Heavy and full it moved beautifully as she swung her shoulders. The nipple seemed to point straight at him. "Baby hungry?" she asked and gave her shoulders a shake, making the breast jiggle.
"Very hungry," he croaked, his wanting was a desperate thing.
She leaned down again and brushed the breast across his mouth. He caught the swollen nipple and held it with his teeth. Celia cried out softly as he nipped her. With tongue, teeth and lips he made slow love to her. When he paused she raised herself a little and pulled free. He caught her again and they played, her nipple a small, swelling, ripening fruit.
Celia began grinding her mound against him. He sensed that, between them they were taking her towards an orgasm. The suckled nipple seemed to grow in his mouth. Suddenly she froze and looked at him through slitted eyes. Her teeth were gritted when she spoke, "I've got to pee, I've just got to pee." But she made no move to get up, just kept slowly grinding herself against his erection.
He wondered if this was a little girl struggling to control her bladder or a woman on the brink of orgasm. She crouched down over him, breathing loudly in his ear. "I'm going to lose it, I'm going to lose it. I can't hang on." She seemed to be crying and laughing by turns. "I can't hang on, I'm so full and it feels so incredibly sexy. I daren't move and I can't keep still." All this was said while she trembled and wriggled on top of him.
He was desperately aroused by her words and her movements, he thought his cock would burst. If she thought this was making her horny ... what about him?
Celia suddenly sat up with a soft cry. A look of surprise as she raised her hands to cover her mouth. Her eyes closed and she seemed to relax.
The glow started at Stephan's groin and it began to spread. She was peeing on him! Through the teddy, through his briefs the heat came soaking. It felt almost scalding hot as she flooded him. Over his cock, his balls, down between his legs and over his belly. Stephan thought it the most beautiful sensation. Almost enough to make a guy come, just from the exquisite, spreading heat.
Celia let herself fall forward onto her hands and she began slowly working her way up his body, her groin sliding up his skin. The heat, the flow moved up over his stomach, over his chest. Still she moved, still she flowed. Soon it was trickling down on either side of his neck. He could hear the gentle hiss as she kept draining.
The heat came from deep inside her, from her pussy, through the crotch of the teddy to him. Celia's own warmth, her wetness. Stephan opened his arms and she lay on him, her wetness between them. "That was what you meant, wasn't it?" she asked him.
"Yes, oh yes, just the way I dreamed it should be. It was the sweetest thing," he murmured into her hair.
She was wonderful, it had been perfect. His need for her then was a desperate, grinding thing inside him. His cock an aching rigidity trapped in the briefs she had soaked.
Celia went very still and he looked up at her. He could see her own hunger in her eyes and then she moved back down him. He could hear her making little mewing noises. Her fingers scrabbled his briefs down, baring his cock. Raising his head he watched her. A hooked finger caught the crotch of the teddy and she pulled it to one side, off her pussy. He could see wet curls and the petals of her labia. The teddy's front was near black with her wetness, it clung to her every contour.
The stream began again, hot over his scrotum. No intervening fabric this time, just scalding hot pee on cum-filled balls. He groaned as the flood washed over his nakedness. He writhed under her hips, his body begging. Finally she slowed to a trickle.
Her fingers curled round his cock, holding it vertical. She lowered herself, open and ready. A new and beautiful heat engulfed his penis. Down she came, in he went. Steadily piercing her, skewering upwards until he nudged the end of her. She settled on him, ass against balls.
She fucked him, rather than he her, bucking back and forth, as if to break his cock off at its root. Stephan struggled under her in a mix of pain and joy. She rode him, one wild animal on another. Her body drawing the orgasm from him. When they came, it was as one, sobs and cries echoing each other. Celia's climax was a feral thing, her pussy clenched and sucked at his gushing cock.
She collapsed onto him. They were both sobbing for breath, both exhausted, both utterly spent.
They slept, perhaps just minutes. She kissed him awake. His hands slid down her back and grabbed her ass, pulling her against him.
"How was the fantasy?" she asked him.
"Perfect, incredible," he told her, "swimming's fun, being drowned is beautiful."
Perhaps I should explain a little about the characters in the tale. Celia and Stephan are from an earlier story. She's a tennant and he's the building's janitor and they have struck up a friendship which is on the point of blossoming 'twould seem.
"Wet My Pet"
by Julius
Copyright 2005
Eleven-thirty and Celia was feeling tired, her bed was beckoning.
The gentle knock at her apartment door was an unwelcome interruption. She peeped through the little spyhole and saw Stephan looking back. A little reluctantly, she opened the door.
"What d'you say to a midnight swim?" he whispered.
"Pool doesn't open till next week."
"I've got a key," he grinned and brandished a large bunch.
"I've no suit," she was too tired for this.
"Skinny dip," he shrugged, "if you don't wear yours, I won't wear mine."
His mood caught her and she felt herself yielding. She sighed and he smiled his smile. He really was a persuasive man, "Wait, let me find a towel."
Celia went to the bedroom, suddenly eager to go with him. She rummaged in a drawer, looking through her underwear, amazed she had no swimsuit. Her eye caught a flash of bright green. No, she daren't! She drew out the teddy and held it at arm's length.
When she emerged from the bedroom Stephan grinned at her and pointed to the terry robe, "Are you ...?"
"Just wait and see," she said and scooped up her keys, "let's go."
They rode the elevator down to basement level and stepped out. Stephan led the way. Unlocking the door he gestured her inside. The smells of chlorine and fresh paint hit her. The lights came on, the pool was filled. Stephan turned out all the lights but the underwater ones. Celia gave a little squeal of delight, it looked so pretty like that.
"Beer? Can't skinny dip without beer," Stephan took two bottles out of the bag and twisted off the tops. He handed her one.
"Want to sit a while?" he gestured towards an alcove with benches on two sides. A shower spray hung on the third wall. She sat and took a swallow of her beer and shivered. Stephan disappeared, four heat lamps came on overhead, warmth flooded over her. He came back," There, that better?"
"Answers for everything, haven't you?"
Stephan grinned at her, "No, not quite, I don't know what's under the robe."
"Mostly Celia," she said making no move to show him. She sipped the beer. The radiance from the lamps was relaxing her. She rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes.
"I think you should let me see what you're wearing for our swim," she suggested.
He removed his shoes and socks while Celia drank the last of her beer. She was getting a gentle buzz and heard herself giggle, "More."
He paused with his shirt over his head, "More beer or more Stephan?"
"Oh, more both."
"Well, I brought a six-pack and ... " he pulled off the shirt with a flourish and tossed it in her lap.
Celia picked it up and pressed her face into the cloth. Her insides seemed to flip as she breathed in his scent, felt his body heat. She looked up at him, his arms, his shoulders and felt an awful yearning.
Reaching into the bag for another beer she chanted, "More beer, more Stephan, more beer, more Stephan."
He slid down his zipper and Celia tipped the bottle and gulped. Midnight swims were suddenly a wonderful idea.
When Stephan's pants slid to the floor she gazed hungrily at the bulge in the front of his tiny white briefs. "Ooh, lots of Stephan," she said and actually hiccoughed. To herself she said 'Celia, you are little bit drunk.'
She got to her feet, "Well, fair's fair, hold this," she handed him her bottle and unbelted the robe, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide to the tiles.
His sharp intake of breath said it all. His mouth actually stayed open for long seconds. "Oh my!" was all he managed.
Her glance in the bedroom mirror had almost made her change her mind. Now she was glad she hadn't. The teddy concealed very little of Celia. His reaction was a most wonderful thing to see and hear.
Little wonder he gaped. Celia glanced down, her heavy breasts were all she could see of herself. They looked beautifully big, she thought. Resting in the cups of the teddy, they gave her a splendid cleavage. She wanted to shake her shoulders and jiggle her breasts for Stephan. But she knew they'd simply fall out if she did.
She watched, delighted, as Stephan's eyes roamed up and down her. The crotch of the teddy was hauled tight into her pussy, she could feel its insistent presence. She turned slowly, showing him her ass. It was big and beautiful, she knew. She reached a hand back, "Oh my!" she murmured and giggled. The fabric covered her not at all, it had worked deep between her cheeks.
She turned to face him. "Oh my!," she exclaimed again at the sight. His erection formed an impressive ridge up the front of his briefs, "that's very flattering."
"Have you any idea how beautiful, how sexy you look?" he asked her.
She squirmed under his gaze, she felt sexy and beautiful. Celia sucked air in through her teeth as a spasm caught her somewhere below her belly button. Her thighs tensed and she pressed her knees together in the classic female pose. A sudden need. "Dear God, this sexy, beautiful woman needs a pee."
She remembered another time, a week ago. They'd been a little drunk then and had told each other their favourite fantasies. She thought now of his.
"Lie down Stephan," she told him, "here on the tiles."
At Celia's urging, Stephan lay on his back. The tiles were pleasantly warm. Heat from the lamps bathed him. He closed his eyes against the glare and waited.
She moved to stand over him, he could feel her ankles against his thighs. His cock was splendidly erect inside the briefs. It had to be, after she'd dropped the robe. The warmth, her closeness, he knew something beautiful was about to happen.
He felt her move and opened squinting eyes. She squatted and then settled slowly, kneeling astride him. She sank further, her crotch settling on his. Just two layers, silk and cotton, between her sex and his.
She leaned forward and rested on her hands. He closed his eyes again. Celia's lips were at his ear and she whispered, her breath tickled. "Have you any idea how horny I feel right now," she paused, "and how badly I need to pee?"
Stephan shook his head and she added, "I don't know which I need most," she squirmed her mound on his cock, "to be filled or to be emptied."
She sat up then, heavy on his hips. Stephan shaded his eyes with his hand and watched as she slipped one strap off her shoulder and allowed a breast to spill free. Heavy and full it moved beautifully as she swung her shoulders. The nipple seemed to point straight at him. "Baby hungry?" she asked and gave her shoulders a shake, making the breast jiggle.
"Very hungry," he croaked, his wanting was a desperate thing.
She leaned down again and brushed the breast across his mouth. He caught the swollen nipple and held it with his teeth. Celia cried out softly as he nipped her. With tongue, teeth and lips he made slow love to her. When he paused she raised herself a little and pulled free. He caught her again and they played, her nipple a small, swelling, ripening fruit.
Celia began grinding her mound against him. He sensed that, between them they were taking her towards an orgasm. The suckled nipple seemed to grow in his mouth. Suddenly she froze and looked at him through slitted eyes. Her teeth were gritted when she spoke, "I've got to pee, I've just got to pee." But she made no move to get up, just kept slowly grinding herself against his erection.
He wondered if this was a little girl struggling to control her bladder or a woman on the brink of orgasm. She crouched down over him, breathing loudly in his ear. "I'm going to lose it, I'm going to lose it. I can't hang on." She seemed to be crying and laughing by turns. "I can't hang on, I'm so full and it feels so incredibly sexy. I daren't move and I can't keep still." All this was said while she trembled and wriggled on top of him.
He was desperately aroused by her words and her movements, he thought his cock would burst. If she thought this was making her horny ... what about him?
Celia suddenly sat up with a soft cry. A look of surprise as she raised her hands to cover her mouth. Her eyes closed and she seemed to relax.
The glow started at Stephan's groin and it began to spread. She was peeing on him! Through the teddy, through his briefs the heat came soaking. It felt almost scalding hot as she flooded him. Over his cock, his balls, down between his legs and over his belly. Stephan thought it the most beautiful sensation. Almost enough to make a guy come, just from the exquisite, spreading heat.
Celia let herself fall forward onto her hands and she began slowly working her way up his body, her groin sliding up his skin. The heat, the flow moved up over his stomach, over his chest. Still she moved, still she flowed. Soon it was trickling down on either side of his neck. He could hear the gentle hiss as she kept draining.
The heat came from deep inside her, from her pussy, through the crotch of the teddy to him. Celia's own warmth, her wetness. Stephan opened his arms and she lay on him, her wetness between them. "That was what you meant, wasn't it?" she asked him.
"Yes, oh yes, just the way I dreamed it should be. It was the sweetest thing," he murmured into her hair.
She was wonderful, it had been perfect. His need for her then was a desperate, grinding thing inside him. His cock an aching rigidity trapped in the briefs she had soaked.
Celia went very still and he looked up at her. He could see her own hunger in her eyes and then she moved back down him. He could hear her making little mewing noises. Her fingers scrabbled his briefs down, baring his cock. Raising his head he watched her. A hooked finger caught the crotch of the teddy and she pulled it to one side, off her pussy. He could see wet curls and the petals of her labia. The teddy's front was near black with her wetness, it clung to her every contour.
The stream began again, hot over his scrotum. No intervening fabric this time, just scalding hot pee on cum-filled balls. He groaned as the flood washed over his nakedness. He writhed under her hips, his body begging. Finally she slowed to a trickle.
Her fingers curled round his cock, holding it vertical. She lowered herself, open and ready. A new and beautiful heat engulfed his penis. Down she came, in he went. Steadily piercing her, skewering upwards until he nudged the end of her. She settled on him, ass against balls.
She fucked him, rather than he her, bucking back and forth, as if to break his cock off at its root. Stephan struggled under her in a mix of pain and joy. She rode him, one wild animal on another. Her body drawing the orgasm from him. When they came, it was as one, sobs and cries echoing each other. Celia's climax was a feral thing, her pussy clenched and sucked at his gushing cock.
She collapsed onto him. They were both sobbing for breath, both exhausted, both utterly spent.
They slept, perhaps just minutes. She kissed him awake. His hands slid down her back and grabbed her ass, pulling her against him.
"How was the fantasy?" she asked him.
"Perfect, incredible," he told her, "swimming's fun, being drowned is beautiful."
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
"Aditional Benefits"
A Flasher by Julius
Copyright 2004
Emerging from anaesthetic is magic.
"Welcome back," said the blur.
I mumbled.
She lifted the sheet, "She's going to be very pleased."
I wondered vaguely why my wife would be particularly pleased with a repaired, herniated belly button.
"New technique and pricey," she leaned closer, "four thousand bucks an inch."
"I thought the health plan paid," I said, still out of it, uncaring.
"Not penile enhancement honey."
She sensed my panic, grabbed the clipboard.
Eventually the hospital paid the twelve grand. The hernia? Repaired five weeks later.
The nurse was right though, Cynthia was, is and will ever be, pleased.
*** *** ***
A historical note: Friday saw Julius getting his belly button "done." His fans will be delighted to know he's fine. Sorry Iris, Amanda and others, too numerous to mention but his secret inches remain the same. (Aspire measures in metric by the way, being a funny Canadian .... mind you, it sounds much more impressive in centimetres)
Copyright 2004
Emerging from anaesthetic is magic.
"Welcome back," said the blur.
I mumbled.
She lifted the sheet, "She's going to be very pleased."
I wondered vaguely why my wife would be particularly pleased with a repaired, herniated belly button.
"New technique and pricey," she leaned closer, "four thousand bucks an inch."
"I thought the health plan paid," I said, still out of it, uncaring.
"Not penile enhancement honey."
She sensed my panic, grabbed the clipboard.
Eventually the hospital paid the twelve grand. The hernia? Repaired five weeks later.
The nurse was right though, Cynthia was, is and will ever be, pleased.
*** *** ***
A historical note: Friday saw Julius getting his belly button "done." His fans will be delighted to know he's fine. Sorry Iris, Amanda and others, too numerous to mention but his secret inches remain the same. (Aspire measures in metric by the way, being a funny Canadian .... mind you, it sounds much more impressive in centimetres)
Sunday, March 15, 2009
"Why Don't We Have a Fetish?"
Well, this little tale has it's origins in real life, which is nice.
by Julius
copyright 2004
Sue stared at the screen, “I can’t believe you got this.”
“Well I didn’t really,” he sounded annoyed as he compared the numbers, “wrong movie in the right box I guess.”
“Well, let’s watch it anyway,” she said, snuggling up to him as he sat down again.
Soon they were thoroughly enjoying the action. Hearts speeded up a little, hands strayed, fires kindled. With sweet inevitability they slid into passion. They always did when they watched blue movies together.
On the screen the closing scenes played amid jetting come and happy cries. Bob was spooned against Sue’s back feeling the wonderful afterglow of their loving. They lay on cushions on the floor, a blanket over them. She squirmed her ass against him and whispered, “Why don’t we have a fetish?”
Bob thought about fetishes. The movie had been all tight black leather and shiny chains, straining bodies and reddened buttocks. He decided that perhaps his fascination for underwear, women’s underwear, rated as a fetish. The underwear ad’s in catalogues always aroused him. In stores his eyes would stray to the women’s underwear. He loved Sue in hers and bought it for her at birthdays and Christmas.
“I suppose I do have a thing about women’s underwear,” he said thoughtfully and added quickly, “mostly about yours.”
“Really?”
“Yes really, you know how I love you in lingerie,” he said. Bob wondered how she’d look in a thong.
“How would I look in a thong do you suppose?” she asked and, as so often happened, shook him with her apparent reading of his mind.
“This sweet ass of yours would look incredible in one,” he said.
Sue squirmed her buttocks against his groin again, “I wonder how my sweet ass would feel in one? I’ve heard them called butt floss.”
His mind juggled with the images and his cock stirred strongly.
“I’d love to see you in one,” she said, “then it could be my fetish as well.
“Let’s go shopping tomorrow,” she said, wiggling herself against his new stiffness, ending any argument he might have had. Not that Bob had any argument against her in a thong
Sue was up and out of bed before the alarm. “Take me out for breakfast, then I’m taking my ass around the shops for a thong,” she told him.
He watched her dress and wished she come back to bed, but she was on shopper’s autopilot by then. His imagination handed him a picture of a thong-wearing Sue and the morning brightened.
Breakfasted, they left the restaurant and she shooed him off to the bookshop, the hobby shop and the like. Sue headed for the mall’s lingerie boutiques. They’d meet in a couple of hours at their favourite coffee bar.
“Well?” he asked, “find what you were looking for?”
“Pink and blue and yellow and green and black and white; six of them and they’re sweet, just you wait.” Her eyes seemed to sparkle and Bob got that racing feeling in his chest.
The waitress came over and they ordered coffees.
Sue got to her feet and looked at him, “Don’t go away.” She walked off to the washrooms.
When she came back to the table she had a mischievous smile on her lips. “My, but I like the way this feels,” she said.
“How what feels?” he said, knowing perfectly well.
“How a thong feels,” she said and squirmed on her chair.
“Which colour?”
She giggled, “Blue, pink, green, yellow, white and black, black last of course.”
“You’re not wearing all six?” his cock began to stiffen.
“I imagined you taking them all off, with your teeth, one at a time. So I put them all on, just couldn’t resist the idea,” Sue said, blushing as he stared at her.
She slid her hand across towards him. A scrap of black cloth fell onto the table. “Now,” she said, “go put yours on."
“Weird is the word,” he whispered to her when he came back from the washroom, “I feel bare-assed naked and I’m sure everybody knows.”
She wriggled in her seat and made a purring noise, “Feels like I’m being invaded.”
They sat and sipped their coffee for a while.
Sue propped her chin on her hand, an impish grin on her face, “Want me to tell you how it feels?”
“Okay,” he said, wondering where this was going.
“Want me to tell you how it feels and get you all horny?”
“Okay, but I feel horny already,” he told her.
“Well, six of those wicked, narrow bits of fabric are deep and tight between my cheeks, and can you imagine that?”
Bob said he could imagine it because he was wearin gone. He also had a raging erection.
She continued in a whisper, “It’s like sitting on a clothesline, I’d hate to ride a bike like this. Oh my poor little ass, don’t make me walk home Bob!”
Bob imagined the six straps pulled up into her sweet round ass and his cock sought a way out of his own thong’s pouch. “Let’s go home Sue.”
“Let’s have another coffee lover,” said Sue getting up and going to the counter. Bob watched her panty-lineless ass. She was wiggling it just for him.
“Want to hear some more about my thongs?”
“You can be very cruel Sue.”
“So can these thongs. You watched me walk to the counter just now. My poor little ass felt naked, ooh, I love the way this feels,” she squirmed some more and closed her eyes.
“You have no idea what this is doing to my poor little pussy Bob. I’m being cut in half. There’s more thong in me than on me.”
Bob groaned at his own discomfort and his hand went into his pants to re-arrange his equipment. He wondered if he could come just by imagining the happenings between Sue’s soft thighs. He thought he probably could.
They were alone in the restaurant. Bob was sat with his back to the window. Sue stood up and grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it.
“How do I look? Do you like my tiny thongs?”
Her labia pouted on either side of the thong. The fabric, only black was visible, formed a sharp-pointed arrow that seemed embedded in the top of Sue’s prominent, shaved pussy.
“My God, all it hides is your clit,” he murmured.
She dropped the hem of her skirt and sat down. She giggled, “Standing up and sitting down was never such fun.” She stood again and then sat slowly down, rolling her eyes, “Have you any idea what that does to my pussy, to my clit?”
Finally she said, “Okay, let’s go home.”
The walk to the car was a set of new sensations for him. The cold air sought out the apparent nakedness of his ass. The intimacy of the thong up between his buttocks and the firm cupping of his balls. It felt good. He wondered about being forever horny in a thong.
For Sue it was a sweet torment. She was all but naked under her skirt and feeling sweetly violated. Six tight strips were trying to get inside her. Every step was a turn on. She fished her keys from her purse and hurried to the driver’s side of the car and unlocked the door.
A scream bubbled in her throat when she sat down. When Bob got in he looked at her, “You okay honey?” he asked. Her head was against the headrest, her eyes were closed and her hand clamped over her mouth.
“My God Bob, I almost came then!” she hissed.
They’d not driven far when she pulled the car over. “Hold my hand honey.”
Amazed, Bob watched her. She went rigid. Her skirt had ridden up. The muscles and tendons of her thighs were straining. Her other hand was clamped between her legs. Her hips and belly were humping, her breathing coming in quick, loud gasps. Sue climaxed, bucking frantically. Her grip on his hand was painful as she writhed and fought through her orgasm.
Bob’s cock was rigid, hard as iron. His wife had just come in the seat beside him.
“I’m wearing six thongs. I just came. I’m soaked. I’m soaked Bob.” She turned and looked at him, “Take me home and fuck me.”
They swapped places and Bob started the car. “Can I still pull your thongs down with my teeth?” he asked her.
“One at a time,” she whispered, “just get me home.”
She reached over, working his zipper down needing to get at that cock, needing, needing.
Bob wondered if this really was a fetish and decided he didn’t care, Sue was dragging his thong aside.
Sue wondered about fetishes too, but, right then, she wanted cock.
by Julius
copyright 2004
Sue stared at the screen, “I can’t believe you got this.”
“Well I didn’t really,” he sounded annoyed as he compared the numbers, “wrong movie in the right box I guess.”
“Well, let’s watch it anyway,” she said, snuggling up to him as he sat down again.
Soon they were thoroughly enjoying the action. Hearts speeded up a little, hands strayed, fires kindled. With sweet inevitability they slid into passion. They always did when they watched blue movies together.
On the screen the closing scenes played amid jetting come and happy cries. Bob was spooned against Sue’s back feeling the wonderful afterglow of their loving. They lay on cushions on the floor, a blanket over them. She squirmed her ass against him and whispered, “Why don’t we have a fetish?”
Bob thought about fetishes. The movie had been all tight black leather and shiny chains, straining bodies and reddened buttocks. He decided that perhaps his fascination for underwear, women’s underwear, rated as a fetish. The underwear ad’s in catalogues always aroused him. In stores his eyes would stray to the women’s underwear. He loved Sue in hers and bought it for her at birthdays and Christmas.
“I suppose I do have a thing about women’s underwear,” he said thoughtfully and added quickly, “mostly about yours.”
“Really?”
“Yes really, you know how I love you in lingerie,” he said. Bob wondered how she’d look in a thong.
“How would I look in a thong do you suppose?” she asked and, as so often happened, shook him with her apparent reading of his mind.
“This sweet ass of yours would look incredible in one,” he said.
Sue squirmed her buttocks against his groin again, “I wonder how my sweet ass would feel in one? I’ve heard them called butt floss.”
His mind juggled with the images and his cock stirred strongly.
“I’d love to see you in one,” she said, “then it could be my fetish as well.
“Let’s go shopping tomorrow,” she said, wiggling herself against his new stiffness, ending any argument he might have had. Not that Bob had any argument against her in a thong
Sue was up and out of bed before the alarm. “Take me out for breakfast, then I’m taking my ass around the shops for a thong,” she told him.
He watched her dress and wished she come back to bed, but she was on shopper’s autopilot by then. His imagination handed him a picture of a thong-wearing Sue and the morning brightened.
Breakfasted, they left the restaurant and she shooed him off to the bookshop, the hobby shop and the like. Sue headed for the mall’s lingerie boutiques. They’d meet in a couple of hours at their favourite coffee bar.
“Well?” he asked, “find what you were looking for?”
“Pink and blue and yellow and green and black and white; six of them and they’re sweet, just you wait.” Her eyes seemed to sparkle and Bob got that racing feeling in his chest.
The waitress came over and they ordered coffees.
Sue got to her feet and looked at him, “Don’t go away.” She walked off to the washrooms.
When she came back to the table she had a mischievous smile on her lips. “My, but I like the way this feels,” she said.
“How what feels?” he said, knowing perfectly well.
“How a thong feels,” she said and squirmed on her chair.
“Which colour?”
She giggled, “Blue, pink, green, yellow, white and black, black last of course.”
“You’re not wearing all six?” his cock began to stiffen.
“I imagined you taking them all off, with your teeth, one at a time. So I put them all on, just couldn’t resist the idea,” Sue said, blushing as he stared at her.
She slid her hand across towards him. A scrap of black cloth fell onto the table. “Now,” she said, “go put yours on."
“Weird is the word,” he whispered to her when he came back from the washroom, “I feel bare-assed naked and I’m sure everybody knows.”
She wriggled in her seat and made a purring noise, “Feels like I’m being invaded.”
They sat and sipped their coffee for a while.
Sue propped her chin on her hand, an impish grin on her face, “Want me to tell you how it feels?”
“Okay,” he said, wondering where this was going.
“Want me to tell you how it feels and get you all horny?”
“Okay, but I feel horny already,” he told her.
“Well, six of those wicked, narrow bits of fabric are deep and tight between my cheeks, and can you imagine that?”
Bob said he could imagine it because he was wearin gone. He also had a raging erection.
She continued in a whisper, “It’s like sitting on a clothesline, I’d hate to ride a bike like this. Oh my poor little ass, don’t make me walk home Bob!”
Bob imagined the six straps pulled up into her sweet round ass and his cock sought a way out of his own thong’s pouch. “Let’s go home Sue.”
“Let’s have another coffee lover,” said Sue getting up and going to the counter. Bob watched her panty-lineless ass. She was wiggling it just for him.
“Want to hear some more about my thongs?”
“You can be very cruel Sue.”
“So can these thongs. You watched me walk to the counter just now. My poor little ass felt naked, ooh, I love the way this feels,” she squirmed some more and closed her eyes.
“You have no idea what this is doing to my poor little pussy Bob. I’m being cut in half. There’s more thong in me than on me.”
Bob groaned at his own discomfort and his hand went into his pants to re-arrange his equipment. He wondered if he could come just by imagining the happenings between Sue’s soft thighs. He thought he probably could.
They were alone in the restaurant. Bob was sat with his back to the window. Sue stood up and grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it.
“How do I look? Do you like my tiny thongs?”
Her labia pouted on either side of the thong. The fabric, only black was visible, formed a sharp-pointed arrow that seemed embedded in the top of Sue’s prominent, shaved pussy.
“My God, all it hides is your clit,” he murmured.
She dropped the hem of her skirt and sat down. She giggled, “Standing up and sitting down was never such fun.” She stood again and then sat slowly down, rolling her eyes, “Have you any idea what that does to my pussy, to my clit?”
Finally she said, “Okay, let’s go home.”
The walk to the car was a set of new sensations for him. The cold air sought out the apparent nakedness of his ass. The intimacy of the thong up between his buttocks and the firm cupping of his balls. It felt good. He wondered about being forever horny in a thong.
For Sue it was a sweet torment. She was all but naked under her skirt and feeling sweetly violated. Six tight strips were trying to get inside her. Every step was a turn on. She fished her keys from her purse and hurried to the driver’s side of the car and unlocked the door.
A scream bubbled in her throat when she sat down. When Bob got in he looked at her, “You okay honey?” he asked. Her head was against the headrest, her eyes were closed and her hand clamped over her mouth.
“My God Bob, I almost came then!” she hissed.
They’d not driven far when she pulled the car over. “Hold my hand honey.”
Amazed, Bob watched her. She went rigid. Her skirt had ridden up. The muscles and tendons of her thighs were straining. Her other hand was clamped between her legs. Her hips and belly were humping, her breathing coming in quick, loud gasps. Sue climaxed, bucking frantically. Her grip on his hand was painful as she writhed and fought through her orgasm.
Bob’s cock was rigid, hard as iron. His wife had just come in the seat beside him.
“I’m wearing six thongs. I just came. I’m soaked. I’m soaked Bob.” She turned and looked at him, “Take me home and fuck me.”
They swapped places and Bob started the car. “Can I still pull your thongs down with my teeth?” he asked her.
“One at a time,” she whispered, “just get me home.”
She reached over, working his zipper down needing to get at that cock, needing, needing.
Bob wondered if this really was a fetish and decided he didn’t care, Sue was dragging his thong aside.
Sue wondered about fetishes too, but, right then, she wanted cock.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
"He's Come! For me!"
by HIM (a silly flasher dedicated to a long time ERWA member)
copyright 2004
On the dais he stood.
A thousand hearts fluttered in a thousand heaving bosoms.
"It's him!" they sobbed, "it's Julius!"
"That cute ass!"
"That bulge!" breathed many, "is he ...?"
"Those pants would not contain him if he were."
He smiled. A thousand hands plucked a thousand necklines to cool those sweat-glazed cleavages.
Six hundred thongs seemed to tighten, a hundred pairs of panties moistened. The summer breeze strove to fan the rest.
Two thousand thighs tensed, as many nipples seemed to reach.
He gestured, they quieted, scarce dared to breathe.
"Is there one among you who calls herself Iris?"
copyright 2004
On the dais he stood.
A thousand hearts fluttered in a thousand heaving bosoms.
"It's him!" they sobbed, "it's Julius!"
"That cute ass!"
"That bulge!" breathed many, "is he ...?"
"Those pants would not contain him if he were."
He smiled. A thousand hands plucked a thousand necklines to cool those sweat-glazed cleavages.
Six hundred thongs seemed to tighten, a hundred pairs of panties moistened. The summer breeze strove to fan the rest.
Two thousand thighs tensed, as many nipples seemed to reach.
He gestured, they quieted, scarce dared to breathe.
"Is there one among you who calls herself Iris?"
"Coming Out"
a 100 word flasher by Julius
copyright 2004
I wear them when we walk around the lake. They're cooler, kind of convenient.
There's a bench we sit at.
"Why the sunscreen? We already did that."
"Special treatment," she says deftly working my cock out. The handling has me erect.
She squeezes a long worm of sunscreen, "Gotta look after this guy."
The cream is too thick and her hand drags my cock's tight skin. It feels wonderful, pussylike but tighter, wickedly tighter.
In moments I come, out of her fist, over her knee. A buttercup droops, come-blobbed.
"Perfect fertiliser," she murmurs.
God, I love these pocketless shorts.
copyright 2004
I wear them when we walk around the lake. They're cooler, kind of convenient.
There's a bench we sit at.
"Why the sunscreen? We already did that."
"Special treatment," she says deftly working my cock out. The handling has me erect.
She squeezes a long worm of sunscreen, "Gotta look after this guy."
The cream is too thick and her hand drags my cock's tight skin. It feels wonderful, pussylike but tighter, wickedly tighter.
In moments I come, out of her fist, over her knee. A buttercup droops, come-blobbed.
"Perfect fertiliser," she murmurs.
God, I love these pocketless shorts.
"The Happy Fondler"
a 100 word flasher by Julius
copyright March 2006
Gloria supposed they felt right, despite being so cold.
Certainly, Bill seemed to think so whenever he took a fresh one from the fridge.
She'd see him weighing it, letting it flip-flop in his hands, a dreamy look in his eye.
Likely, soon after, he'd grab her from behind and heft her tits.
She'd lift her skirt, bend over the sink and let his cock skewer her eager, pantyless pussy.
Then she'd bless whoever'd thought of packaging their one-percent in floppity plastic bags.
No matter how busy he was fucking her, he’d keep boob-jiggling; comparing no doubt.
*********************
[Footnote: Two kind souls read this over for me, before submission and it seems that much of the 3rd world outside Canada doesn't have milk sold in sealed plastic bags and may not also realise that 1% refers to fat content. Oh hell, now I know how aliens in their spaceship must feel as they circle the earth wondering if the beings below will comprehend.]
copyright March 2006
Gloria supposed they felt right, despite being so cold.
Certainly, Bill seemed to think so whenever he took a fresh one from the fridge.
She'd see him weighing it, letting it flip-flop in his hands, a dreamy look in his eye.
Likely, soon after, he'd grab her from behind and heft her tits.
She'd lift her skirt, bend over the sink and let his cock skewer her eager, pantyless pussy.
Then she'd bless whoever'd thought of packaging their one-percent in floppity plastic bags.
No matter how busy he was fucking her, he’d keep boob-jiggling; comparing no doubt.
*********************
[Footnote: Two kind souls read this over for me, before submission and it seems that much of the 3rd world outside Canada doesn't have milk sold in sealed plastic bags and may not also realise that 1% refers to fat content. Oh hell, now I know how aliens in their spaceship must feel as they circle the earth wondering if the beings below will comprehend.]
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