by Emmie Combs
After several teasing and mind shattering minutes, she has me fully inside her, flicking her erect clit at the base of my wet cock. She starts to ride me harder and with longer strokes. Her fingertips make their way to my nipples and she pinches them softly and then fiercely pulls them, pinching them so hard that my whole chest feels hot.
Leaning over me she takes my earlobe in her teeth and pulls it hard while she rides my cock, her juices flooding over my shaft and starting to cover my balls beneath her. Her full, supple breasts with their firm, erect nipples are pressed against my chest.
I wrap my arms around her and pull our bodies together as she fucks me faster and harder. The sweat of our bodies grows and she slides atop me, giving me the feeling that she is fucking my entire body as she strokes me. I run my hands down her back and ribcage, then to her incredible hips. I hold her buttocks in my grip, feeling her muscles moving in my fingers as she controls my entire body with hers. She rises her torso up and with her nails dug into my chest, begins to moan loudly, biting her lip and leaning her head back, face to the sky. The feeling of her approaching orgasm makes me so hot and I feel my thighs begin to tighten, my feet grow almost numb and my head rushing with blood.
She writhes with her hips at my sex and I feel her thighs tighten around me. Suddenly, she looks down to me and with her long nails, tears across my chest, breaking the flesh deeply. The shock races through my body and every nerve is screaming with intensity. She caresses my open flesh with her fingertips and lifts them to her lips, taking in my juices.
She rides me harder and I feel her body quivering atop mine. She tears again upwards from my stomach to my collarbones, again taking her bloodstained fingers to her mouth. My head is rushing with thunder and shock from something like I've never experienced before. She leans down to kiss me and I taste my blood in her mouth.
Grinding at the base of my cock with her swollen clit, She leans her head on my wounded chest and moans loudly, riding me faster and growing incredibly wet. I slide deep inside her and feel her inner muscles gripping my cock and stroking me as she moves atop me. Oh, my body is pounding and my vision starts to go to just flashes of light. My breath tightens and the pitch of my breath rises higher. I feel her hot breath as she whispers in my ear, "Yes, give it all to me. Cum for me."
At this, I release my will to hold back any longer and penetrate her deeply, locking my hips at full depth, erupting inside her. She sucks on my neck while I pour myself deep inside her inner pleasure zones and my neck begins to feel hot.
I feel an incredible amount of pressure at her mouth and soon my shoulder is wet with the flow of warm liquid and I instantly realize that it isn't sweat or saliva. She has bitten into my flesh and is drinking me in hungrily. My head gets light and I feel dizzy, vertigo overcoming me. My vision fades and I fall into darkness with the sound of her laughter echoing in my head. Then, all is silent.
I awaken in what must be the next sunset and feel extremely cold. She has gone and the door to the barn is left open. I reach my shaking hand up to my neck and feel for the damage. My wounds have been cauterized, burned and sealed shut. I am weak, but feel my heart beating hard.
I gaze towards the door to check for the bike, my exit and my way home. I move my eyes to the edge of the door and the light burns my eyes like an acid. I lay back and wait for the setting sun to travel behind the hills. Soon, darkness comes and I feel strength coming back to me, only stronger than ever before, I rise to my feet in the darkness and fog and am feeling more alive than ever. I look out in to the night sky and it seems that I can see forever, every detail in my view. And I grow with thirst...
The End.
Dance with Me
Last Saturday night, Pamela and I went to the "Electric Dream Cafe", an underground club at a secret location in town. It's an "almost anything goes" sort of club, and often there are live bands, BDSM demonstrations, and even a live sex show on occasion. That night, however, was a simple "meet & greet" dance, with a "sheer & see-through" clothing theme.
We hadn't been to the club in weeks, and we were due for a night out. Pamela was dressed to the nines, in black high-heeled boots, stockings and garters, and a sheer silk shirt over a tiny pair of white lacy panties and matching bra. She wore her long straight blonde hair loose, and she looked hot! We met up with a couple we know from the club, Margie and Dirk. After exchanging hugs, kisses and a groping hand or two, they introduced us to their friends.
They had brought along two couples, John and Vikki, and Bill and Zoe, and a trio, Ben, Tiffany, and Sophia. I greeted the gentlemen with firm handshakes and the ladies with gentle kisses to their hands. Jules was there, too. She's a good friend of ours, who sometimes shares our bed, and we greeted her with enthusiastic hugs, kisses, and gropes. Jules was decked out in a black bustier which showed off her amble bosom nicely, and fishnet stockings, with a long lacy-black open shirt trailing behind her.
We had great fun talking and laughing together, and I took Pamela and Jules out on the dance floor each in turn, for some quality grope time, and I was in a constant state of arousal, pressing my body up against these beautiful women. The music was a bit too loud, but we managed to carry on conversation when we were not dancing.
During sit-out times, while we talked to Dirk and Margie, and made plans with Jules for future get-togethers, my eye kept wandering over to Zoe. She was not dressed to theme, exactly. She wasn't really even dressed sexy (which is okay; neither is a requirement to get into the club), wearing black slacks and a simple loose-fitting button-up shirt. It was her face that drew my eyes to her. Very pretty, she was, with long dark-brown hair, pulled back off of her beautiful face. She had a lovely shy smile, and sparkling eyes. On impulse, I approached her, greeting her husband, and asked her if she wanted to dance. Showing her beautiful smile again, she said yes, and I lead her out onto the floor.
Making small-talk as we swayed to the slow sensual music, we held each other close. Zoe was (I guessed correctly) five foot ten, and she fit nicely in my arms. I kissed her on the neck, and wrapping my arms tightly around her, I told her what a beautiful woman she was. She thanked me, and complimented me on my "gorgeous blue eyes". Taking a chance, I kissed her again on the cheek, and made my way slowly to her sweet lips. She kissed me back, deeply, and encouraged, I let my hands explore her back, brushing the top of her luscious round buttocks, and up her sides, where I lightly brushed her lovely round breasts. The song ended much too soon for my taste, and with one final kiss, we went back to our seats.
Sitting back with an ice cold cola, I talked to Margie and Dirk, and watched as Pamela and Jules danced slow and close, kissing each other deeply. I was looking forward to the next time the three of us got together in private, and I fantasized about watching them each go down on the other, and on me.
I was left alone with my wonderfully filthy thoughts, as Dirk and Margie hit the dance floor, and Zoe got up and headed for the washroom. Bill was dancing with Vikki, and Ben Tiffany and Sophia were having a rhythmic cuddle in a far corner of the dance-floor, and John was chatting up a lovely young lady at the bar. Thoroughly relaxed, I enjoyed watching the randy crowd dancing and groping, but my eyes were torn away from the dance floor, when Zoe reemerged from the washroom. She had changed her clothes, and was now wearing a frilly black lace see-through teddy, and matching panties. Oh, she was lovely.
Meeting her halfway, I again asked her to dance. She smiled her lovely shy smile, and lead me to the floor. We slipped easily into each other's arms, as another sensuous dance tune began, and danced slowly together. We talked a little about mundane things (what each of us did for a living, and "how do you like the club? Oh, this is only your second visit?" that sort of thing), through most of one song, before letting our hands move tantalizingly over each other's bodies. Kissing me passionately, her tongue probing my mouth, she allowed me to squeeze her round fleshy buttocks, and slip my hands under her top, where I felt the bare flesh of her massive tits, and squeezed her hardening nipples. Ou
r hips were pressed tightly together, and I began to realize that her height put our genitals at almost equal level. We dry-fucked right there on the dance floor, my hard cock rubbing against her pussy. Slipping my hand into her panties, I rubbed her lovely buttocks, while pressing my rock-hard dick into her crotch. Moving my hand around between our bodies, I slid my fingers alongside her very wet pussy lips, causing her to moan in my ear. I gently massaged her clit for only a few minutes, when the music stopped.
We had danced through three songs, but now there was a long silent gap, and the dance-floor was clearing. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand from her panties, and thanked her for the dance with a kiss. Both of our knees wobbling, we made our way back to our respective partners for a rest.
I bought a round of soft drinks for Jules and Pamela and myself, and we kissed an cuddled in the corner. The DJ finally got the music sorted, and encouraged people, over the mike, to grab a partner, and do a strip-tease for them. Jules grabbed my hand, and dragged me, protesting mildly, to a chair, where she sat, and told me to dance for her. I almost didn't do it. Not being the best dancer in the world (but far from the worst in the club), I felt kind of silly and conspicuous. But what the Hell? Jules wanted me to dance for her, so dance for her I did. Swaying gently to the music, I removed my belt, and unbuttoned my shirt, so she could rub my chest and tweak my nipples. Bending slightly, I rubbed my hard cock into her crotch, and gave her a slow sensuous dry fuck. I couldn't last long in this position (very hard on the thighs), and only danced one song for her, but she thanked me just the same, with a long deep tongue-kiss, and a gentle squeeze to my balls.
My cock was harder than ever, and I was really looking forward to getting Pamela alone, where I could do all sorts of naughty perverted things to her lovely nude body. But I still had unfinished business with Zoe.
Nodding hello to Bill again, I approached Zoe, and extended my hand, asking her "would you care to dance?"
I noticed some hesitation before she smiled and took my hand, and we made our way through the half-naked crowd to the dance floor once again. She slipped her arms around me, and we started dancing. Her hesitation earlier bothered me a bit, and I felt perhaps I might have overstepped my bounds during our last dance. "Zoe," I began, "if I was a bit too forward, earlier, I apologize. Perhaps I should have said this before, but at this club 'no' means 'no', and I would not be insulted if you said it to me."
"Oh, don't worry about that," she said, smiling. "It felt wonderful. I'm just concerned about leading you on. Bill's still a bit overwhelmed by this club, and I don't want to give the idea that I'll be going home with anyone. If you want to dance, and feel me up, that's great. It's a lot of fun, but that will probably be it, for now."
I smiled. "I have no expectations of you, Zoe."
We agreed that nothing had to happen, and I for one did not want to make Bill (or anyone else for that matter) uncomfortable. We talked, however, about some fun things that two couples could do without ever swapping partners.
"For instance," I said, kissing her neck, and nibbling on her ear, "just fucking while another couple is fucking in the same room can be quite intense."
"Mmmm," she agreed, kissing me full on the mouth. We held each other close, and I was reminded again of the proximity of her pussy to my hard cock. She ground her hips against my manhood, and kissed me more passionately. My hands began roaming again, and I felt up her lovely large tits, and squeezed her nipples roughly. She winced, and when I expressed concern that I might be too rough, she assured me that she'd let me know. I gave her nipple a little twist, and rubbed her ass through her panties.
Moving my hands to her panty-clad pussy, I felt the material, and noticed that it was quite wet. My fingers were glistening with her love-honey when I brought them to her lips. She licked my fingers provocatively, like she was sucking cock. Slipping my hand into her panties, I felt her womanflesh again, and a tiny whimper escaped her lips.
Gently massaging her clit, I kissed her deeply and wetly, our tongues dancing to the same rhythm as we were. She broke the kiss to whisper, "press harder!" I did just what she asked, rubbing her clit firmly with my middle finger, and she moaned loudly in my ear.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" I asked her, while trying to do just that.
She nodded, and moaned, "but you'll have to hold onto me tight -- Ooo!" Holding her close, I slipped a finger deep into her pussy, rubbing hard on her clit with my thumb. Her moans got louder, and her grip around my shoulders got tighter as I brought her closer and closer to her climax.
Moving one hand to my slacks, Zoe unzipped my fly, and reached into my boxer shorts, grabbing my very hard cock in her soft hand. She stroked it lightly, sending waves of sensation throughout my body, and her moans, as I stimulated her clit, were louder than the music. In the midst of the pressing crowd, we masturbated each other, and I did my best to keep her on her feet, as her knees wobbled.
Gripping my cock tightly, Zoe's body trembled as she got closer and closer to ecstasy, and I continued to finger her wet snatch. She completely gave up on the idea of standing on her own two feet, wrapping her arms around my neck, and using me for support, as she began wailing and crying out. Her sexy voice resounding in my ear, she pushed her hips against me, impaling herself on my finger, while I drew circles around her clit with my thumb, and then she came! Her love juices flowed freely from her hot cunt as she shuddered to a delicious climax. I brought my fingers up to her lips once again, and she licked her sweet nectar off of them, sucking my fingers sexily.
I held her in my arms and swayed until the end of the song, as she regained the use of her legs. She thanked me for the dance with a loving kiss.
"Oh," she said as I zipped up my pants, "you didn't get to finish."
"That's okay," I said kissing her again, "I don't particularly want a big wet spot on my pants."
"I'll make sure he doesn't go to sleep unsatisfied," said Pamela wrapping her arms around the two of us. "That was quite a sexy show you two put on," she smiled.
I kissed her gently, and put my arms around both ladies, and we had a nice slow dance together, before we said our good-byes, expressing hope that we'd see each other again.
And Pamela's word was as good as gold. That night, when we got back to my apartment, Pamela and I did all sorts of naughty perverted things to each other's nude bodies. But that's a whole other tale.
The End.
Initiation
Initiation
Being a single female I am medium height and thin, just less than 100 pounds. I have my parents build which is slight so I don't have to try and keep thin it just happens. I used to live with two other girls but I just got thrown out of my apartment so I had to find a place to live. I went to my girlfriend's Aunt who lives in the next town and asked if I could stay with her and her boyfriend for a while until I could find a place to live.
My parents live halfway across the country as I stayed close to where I went to college after graduation. I am 29 and my girlfriend's aunt is 37 years old. She lives with an older man who is 50. She told me I could stay in the guest room for as long as I needed. She set some ground rules for me and I almost thought I was living at home again. She told me no overnight men guests and I needed to be home before the bars close. Additionally she said I should be careful walking around the house at night, this comment I didn't understand at first.
After a few weeks staying with Kim and Tim I was getting used to their routine. They were generally private but I could hear some strange noises coming from the other end of the house. At first I didn't pay any attention but after a few weeks of hearing what I thought were screams and then other sounds I snuck down towards their bedroom door to listen.
It was kind of late and I had been in bed in my nightshirt so I didn't bother to change I just snuck close to the door. At first I did clearly hear Kim scream in pain which was first preceded by a loud slapping sound. This startled me so much I almost barged in the door until I heard my girlfriends Aunt cry
out, "I have been so bad today teacher, please may I have another whipping."
I was shocked to say the least but also very curious. By now I was at the door which was slightly ajar because I had almost barged in. I could see in the corner of the room which is usually covered in a curtain but now was exposed. On the wall was a hook to which Kim's hands were tied to above her head, she was completely naked except for thigh high stockings and a cherry red ass which showed where Tim had just whipped her with the cane he was holding.
He quickly brought this down on her cheeks again and her scream was both pain and pleasure. By now I was getting quite turned on by this scene and I proceeded to rub my clit. Tim was walking around in his boxer shorts and gently stroking different parts of Kim's body to her pleasure and then slapping her behind again. The welts were clearly visible and though I don't know why this turned me on I was furiously trying to cum and not paying attention to the door at all.
I was getting close when all of a sudden the door swung open and I was standing in the doorway with one hand rubbing my clit and the other pinching my nipple staring at Tim. Shocked like a kid caught doing something she shouldn't be doing I wanted to run but I froze. Then Tim said "It seems your niece's friend is very interested in what goes on in here Kim. I think I will show her," with that he grabbed me gently but forcefully and picked me up and lay me face down on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled my panties down off my now exposed bum. The first smack was such a shock it had been 20 years since I had been spanked and it wasn't pleasant then.
I started to struggle to get free but it's difficult when you're only 90 pounds and the guy is over six feet tall and very strong. The second swat hurt worse than the first and the sting was horrible as his big hands were able to cover both of my cheeks with one swat.
He continued this and the more I struggled the harder he spanked and I could feel the sting and the warmth from the slap spreading throughout my whole pelvis. Soon I was numb to the pain, but the warmth turned to absolute pleasure in just a few moments.
