Sex with a Sting: Six Erotic Fantasies with a Kink in the Tail

by Foxwell, C. D.

  “Once or twice. Before I was, like, 12.” Fortunately, Matt was a pro, and he gently twisted the cork until there was a satisfying pop that echoed around the bathroom. “Make sure you don’t spurt that everywhere,” she laughed again. Matt smiled and shook his head at her juvenile gag. He poured the champagne, carried the glasses over to the bath, and stepped in. It was perfectly clear and beautifully warm. They clinked glasses, sipped their drinks, and relaxed, legs entwined.

  For a while they were nearly silent, as if they were soaking up the silence, just letting the novelty of it wash over them. But soon, Matt began to look at Olivia with hungry eyes for the first time in weeks. She looked as great now as when they first met. Not quite as slim as she was then, but far from overweight. If anything, her body was even more desirable now. Softer, warmer. Through the clear water he could see that she was freshly shaved down below. Almost unconsciously, he licked his lips.

  Olivia was looking at Matt, too. When she first met him he was ripped, with a huge chest and a bulging six-pack. She used to love kissing each member of the six-pack individually just before going down on him. His regular visits to the gym had tailed off, though, partly because of time but also because they couldn’t afford the gym membership, so his definition was not quite so strong these days. He still went for runs and he still went swimming, though, and as a result his body was still in beautiful condition. His dark skin shone where it was wet and she found herself beginning to stare down at his long cock.

  “Looking at something?” he said, after watching her gaze for a while.

  “Ah,” she said, pretending to be embarrassed. “I was, I was miles away there! You got me! Ha, ha!” He sat up and took a gulp of his champagne. She sat up too. It had been so long since they had sex, but they had been talking about it, building it up, for weeks, almost like a ridiculously extended verbal foreplay. They’d occasionally text each other messages about what they wanted to do to each other once they could get away to Brighton. They murmured about it at night before they fell asleep. They had been talking about it for the entire car journey. And now she just wanted him to take her.

  “Maybe you want a closer look?” he asked. They kissed, almost chastely at first, as if they were out of practice, but they soon remembered what to do and the kiss became steamier. He put his arms around her and pulled her towards him. She slid along the bath, between his legs, sloshing water out and on to the floor, and managed to lift both her legs up and around his waist. They held each other and continued to kiss.

  Olivia was first to make a move. She could feel him growing under the water, could feel his hardness against her stomach, so she reached down between them and wrapped her fingers round his dick and slowly eased her hand up and down, rotating her wrist slightly as she did so. He reached down, too, his fingers searching successfully for her clitoris. It didn’t take long for them both to become very turned on. She broke the kiss and leant back, inviting him to look at her body, at her beautiful breasts, silently encouraging him to finger her a little harder. She arched her back and stared at him, enjoying watching him watch her relish what he was doing to her pussy. “Play with it,” she whispered, and she stared as he took his erection in his hand and tugged at it while simultaneously sliding a finger inside her. “Mmm… okay, okay, okay! What are we doing first, before we get too carried away?”

  “Gymnastics?”

  “You mean the Gymsextics event?”

  “Yes, exactly.”

  “Oh my God that’s good,” she blurted suddenly as he drove two fingers deep inside her. She spoke the next words in between breaths, trying to keep her composure, still not taking her eyes off his penis. “So… what are… the rules?” He pushed his fingers inside one more time, making her back arch even further, then withdrew them. He put them to his own lips and licked them, tasting her. He kissed her then stepped out the bath. He looked at the laptop.

  “Okay, rules for the Gymsextics event.” He cleared his throat and then spoke in a posh accent. “‘This event lasts for ten minutes and will be timed by the stopwatch on an iPhone that belongs to one of the participants. The object of the event is to make love in as many crazy, ridiculous, impossible, uncomfortable, unbelievable positions as possible within that time frame. Each position must contain the genital stimulation of one or both participants, using whichever part of the anatomy desired. If either participant reaches orgasm before the 10 minutes are up, that is the end of the event. Current Sexlympics World Record: Six Positions.’”

  “Excellent rules. The Sexlympic Committee should be well proud of itself. It certainly looks proud,” she said. She stepped out of the bath and took her iPhone. “Right, ten minutes on the clock, starting… NOW!” He grabbed her quickly and they started kissing frantically, almost comically. Her hands automatically went back to his cock and he again began rubbing her clit, but she stopped him. “Time is ticking, Matt! There’s no time for foreplay! What’s our first position? Quick! Think, man, think!”

  Nine minutes 45 seconds: The Sinful Cross

  “Er… okay! Put your hands on the sink and bend over.” She did as she was told. “Oh my God I love your butt,” he said.

  “Never mind that, just stick it in for fuck’s sake!” He grabbed her by the hips and speedily slid himself inside her. They both looked into the mirror and she saw him exhale slowly as he pushed himself as deep as he could. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” she murmured. “God, it’s been fucking years.”

  “It’s been like two months.”

  “Who’s counting? Anyway, this is great, but I don’t believe this is a Sexlympic position. Everyone does this in hotels. It’s too easy, it doesn’t count.”

  “Wait, I’m not finished. Give me your leg.” He reached out and gripped her right thigh. She gasped as she felt his dick hit a particularly sweet spot. “Okay, now the other leg.”

  “Is this going to work?”

  “I’m not sure, just trust me. Hold on to the sink. Now try and lift your whole body a bit… oh God!” She did as she was told and now he was holding her thighs in a sort of wheelbarrow position, but her body was horizontal to the floor. She pressed down on the edge of the sink and he strained as he supported the rest of her body at the thighs. “Okay, try and grip my waist with your thighs too, if you can.” Effectively, they were making a cross shape. With great care, strength and dexterity he moved in and out of her while she was suspended in the air.

  “Oh fuck, Matt, that is it! You are hitting something there! Oh wow, oh fuck, this one counts! THIS ONE COUNTS!”

  Matt was exerting all his muscles to hold her in this difficult position and after another few thrusts he had to lower her back to the floor. He withdrew and she turned and kissed him passionately, her tongue searching deep in his mouth. “That’s one,” she panted. “More,” she demanded. “More!”

  Eight minutes 50 seconds: The Oral Tepee

  “Okay, stand against the sink.” He squatted down and then guided her legs, one at a time, over his shoulders and positioned himself so that his face was right in front of her bare pussy.

  “Oh baby, what’s this?” she murmured. He placed both hands on her bum to support her and then began to stand. Her thighs were on his shoulders and as he rose, her body tipped back so that her shoulders and head rested on the edge of the sink. “Oh fuck, Matty,” she whispered. He kept rising until he was standing straight and her body was at a steep angle, the blood rushing to her head. He smiled for a moment and then wasted not a second more before burying his face between her legs, attacking her pussy with his tongue, sucking at her clit and greedily probing inside her.

  Olivia lifted her hands to the edge of the sink unit to try and balance herself, but the fiery sensation between her legs made any kind of movement incredibly difficult. He pulled her in closer to his mouth, looking straight into her eyes as he gorged himself, moaning as he tasted her. “Oh shit,” she breathed. He lifted her higher and didn’t stop licking and then suddenly she felt her shoulders slip a bit. “Caref
ul Matt, I’m sliding off, I’m sliding off!”

  Quickly, he bent his legs and lowered her to the floor, but before she could stop him he was already dropping to his knees, still licking, apparently desperate to make her come. “Matt, Matt, that was two, okay? We have to get the record! Time’s ticking!” He kissed her clit once more and stood up.

  “What next then? Any ideas?”

  Seven minutes forty seconds: The Upside Down Fizz-Bang

  “Shit, ummm… Right. Get a pillow,” she said.

  “What?”

  “Get a pillow, quickly! We haven’t got much time!” He raced into the bedroom, grabbed a pillow and ran back. Olivia put it on the tiled floor up against the wall. “Okay, stand on your head.”

  “What?”

  “Stand on your head. Come on! Nearly three minutes gone! Use the wall to support yourself!” Realising he didn’t have time to argue, he crouched on the floor, placed his head on the pillow and tried to flip his body up against the wall. It didn’t work, so Olivia grabbed his legs and helped him up and then pressed them against the wall to help his balance. “Okay, are you set?”

  “I think so.”

  “Right, one more thing. Extra points for this.” She grabbed the champagne bottle and took a swig. She held the liquid in her mouth and then kneeled on the floor in front of him. She snatched at his cock, bent it towards her and took it in her mouth. Matt immediately yelped at the fizzy sensation on the head of his dick and almost toppled over onto her. Olivia calmly held one hand onto his thigh to steady him. She held the first inch of his erection in her mouth, letting her tongue wash the champagne all over it, and gripped his slender, graceful manhood hard for a few seconds before starting to jerk it up and down.

  “Oh my Lord!” he yelled. “What the fuck are you doing to me? You dirty bitch! Oh wow!” She pulled him harder, squeezed him tight with her fingers and pushed her mouth further down the shaft. “Oh, you filthy… oh fuck, you filthy slut!” At this, she burst out laughing, spraying his balls and stomach with the remains of the, by now warm, champagne. She helped him back to his knees.

  “I think that counts as number three,” she said. She took another swig from the bottle and they kissed again, holding each other by the back of their heads, and she, being a sharing girl, passed some alcohol into his mouth. “You need to fuck me,” she said, biting his ear.

  “I need to eat you,” he replied.

  Six minutes 55 seconds: Oral Glory

  They stood up and he immediately twisted his arms over and grabbed her midsection, lifting her easily before spinning her upside down. She clung to his body in fear of being dropped on her head, but his strong arms held her firmly in place.

  “Aaaah!” she screamed.

  “Open your legs,” he ordered. She acquiesced and once more his mouth was on her wet cunt, this time at a glorious angle where he could take her entire pussy in his mouth in one go. At the same time, she grabbed for his cock and steered it to her lips and sucked noisily as they performed their own stand-up version of the 69 position. She grabbed on to his ass, and forced his cock further into her eager mouth, while he slithered his tongue as far into her pussy as he could, his nose buried between her butt cheeks. She yanked him out for a moment and instructed him to suck harder, to tongue-fuck her deeper. Her dirty, desperate words seem to make his cock pulsate in anticipation and, smiling, she swallowed him whole once more.

  Finally, Matt could feel her slipping from his grasp. It was a long way to that unforgiving tiled floor so he twisted her round again and placed her back on her feet.

  “Thank you, kind sir,” she said, brushing dark hair from her eyes.

  “How can you possibly try to play innocent in the middle of this?”

  “Shit! Halfway through! We need to do three more! Come on!”

  Five minutes twenty seconds: Pointing South

  She took the iPhone and his hand and they scrambled into the bedroom, looking for something, anything, that might help them with position number five.

  “On the bed! Quick!” he commanded. She bounded over. “Right, do a sort of shoulder stand, go right back up on your shoulders and the back of your head.” She fell to the bed and quickly assumed the position. He placed his legs either side of her body but she started giggling uncontrollably so he held her by the ankles and lightly slapped the back of her legs.

  “Ow! You bastard!”

  “This is serious, Olivia! Sexlympics World Record!”

  “You’re right, you’re right.”

  “Okay.” He parted her legs. “How wide can you get them, baby?”

  “Very, very wide,” she answered, spreading them apart for him.

  “Oh fuck, yes. So maybe you can do the splits.”

  “Told you.” He was standing with his back to her, giving her another dreamy view of that hard arse. He bent his knees and between his legs she could see him pushing his cock downwards. He leant his body forward and then somehow managed to glide into her inside her, filling space she felt he had never touched before. It was like he was exploring uncharted territory. It felt incredible. Keeping his hand on his cock to stop it from popping out, he rocked up and down, using the bed as a kind of natural spring, to help him stimulate her pussy. “Oh this is a new one for the Gymsextics!” she yelled. “Oh fuck, do it harder baby! Deeper! Jesus Christ!” She had never felt anything like it, it was unreal, like part of her was still a virgin and now he was ravishing it.

  He bounced harder, each time withdrawing right to the tip of his length before delving back down, teasing a spot that sent shockwaves through her body every time he found it. He did this five, six, seven times. Every time he almost came out she made a gulp of protest, desperate for him to stay inside. “Baby, I’m so close!” she groaned at last. “Keep going! Don’t stop! Oh please don’t stop!” But at that, he withdrew completely. “What are you doing?!”

  “I can’t baby! That’s only five positions! We need to do at least one more and look at the time!” They had indeed, rather foolishly, spent too long on that position.

  “Okay, but we are doing that fucking position again later in the weekend and you are going to do it until I scream this fucking hotel down, okay?”

  “Okay, okay. God, never take a woman to the brink and fail to follow through.”

  “Damn right. Come on, what now?” she asked. The timer on her iPhone ticked on. Both of them looked around the room frantically.

  Two minutes thirty seconds: Chairman of the Broad

  “Get that chair!” he said. She ran to one corner and grabbed a chair while he took an identical one from next to a small desk. At the end of the bed he positioned them facing each other, with perhaps a 30-centimetre gap in between. He elegantly stepped up, placing one foot on each chair. Olivia stood below and looked up at him. He was like some incredible bronze statue but unlike, for example, the Statue of David, who, despite his chiselled physique, is not exactly, well, blessed, Matt stood there with a glistening, upright, engorged rod. The light bulb above sent beams bouncing off his body and for a split second Olivia imagined angels singing. “Hurry up!” he shouted, breaking her reverie. He reached a hand down and helped her up onto the chairs.

  She faced him now. The chairs did not feel particularly stable. “Baby, if we start to fall, fall backwards onto the bed, okay?” He kissed her once. “Wish me luck.” He bent his knees slightly and she stood on tiptoe and helped guide his member back inside her.

  “Oh that’s better, Matty,” she whispered, relieved to feel him once more. Quickly, he grabbed her by the arse.

  “Okay, jump!” She sprang off the chair and wrapped her legs around his waist. He gripped her bum and she held tight around his neck. Somehow he began fucking her and she helped, bobbing up and down as he kissed her neck and chest. Almost immediately, the rush Olivia had felt in their last position came flooding back. She clenched her eyes shut as she felt him ram against the same spot he had found on the bed.

  “Oh, oh that is so… deep!” she ga
rbled. She felt herself about to scream in pleasure and bit at his neck, stifling the sound. That only seemed to spur him on and he pushed ever deeper inside her. She let out a loud cry of pleasure and threw her body back so that she was at right angles to him and her head was almost upside down. He rammed harder inside her, now pulling her hips towards him in this outrageous position, her hands desperately gripping his arms, her hair reaching for the floor, her body stretched out beautifully in front of him. They were both so close, both breathing in time, both moaning with each jolt.

  “This… is… amazing,” he managed to say between thrusts and Olivia laughed a little. Both of them loved the idea of achieving orgasm in this stupidly dangerous position. Closer and closer they got. He felt his thighs begin to buckle with the strain and the pleasure. She felt her feet, her toes, even, start to tingle. Both of them felt the simmering passion ready to start tipping into a bubbling mass.

  “That’s it, that’s it!” she cried…

  And then Matt felt something go wrong. Like something kind of… gave up. Then he felt a searing, stabbing pain in his back. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Get off, get off, get off! Oh!”

  Somehow, she managed to swing back up and detach herself from him and immediately he crumpled to the carpet and lay flat on his back. “Baby! Baby! Are you okay? Did I break your penis? Fuck! Are you okay?” Her face was wet with perspiration and his whole body was slick with sweat.

  “No, no, it’s my back! Oh Jesus, it’s agony!”

  “Your back?”

  “Yeah, my back! Oh shit, this is bad. I think I’m going to need a doctor or something. Something snapped! Maybe it’s a hernia.”

  There was a brief pause. Olivia was kneeling next to him. She had stopped looking at his face. Her eyes were once more on his still extremely erect manhood. She rubbed at her soaking wet pussy. “Your back?”