800 word challenge

[liqueur]

Inspired by Mr. Briggs, over on the "Your woman watching you suck" thread.

Write on any topic, so long as it's erotic and fits the general theme of "Fetish & Sexuality." It can be fantasy or memory, or whatever. A blend of both, maybe.

Rules:

• Observe Literotica's TOUs
• Keep it at 800 words or less
• Post the whole piece here—don't just link to your own writings page. Even if you post it there too—and you should!— at 800 words, we can afford to have it here.

Suggestions:

• Make every word count
• Beware of adjectives

It's not easy. Fewer words mean more work. But it's fun.

 

[liqueur]

starting things off

(word count: 795)


It was my Aunt Lisa who turned me. The year I graduated, my mother sent me to stay with her for a while. Farm boy, gone to summer in the big city. Backwards, right? Totally. It was hot enough on the farm. Hotter’n a three-peckered goat in the city—as we’d say on the farm. But I was an underdeveloped pretty boy. Boys my age were spoiling to kill me, my dad was too, and old perverts were trying to get into my pants. Mom sent me to her kid sister to get me out of harm’s way.

Heading uptown from the bus in a big yellow taxi, gawking. The first sight I riveted onto were two guys outside a club, one more out of drag than in it, and the David Bowie look-alike with his hands inside Nancy’s skirt (Nancy was what my dad called me). I felt Lisa leaning in, small breast pressing my back, murmuring. “Put that tongue back in your mouth before you drag it on the floor. Slut.” Three shades of crimson. She knew. I turned, saw the cabbie watching. He knew. I turned a few more shades.

She had a 5th-story walk-up. Fold-out couch in the living room, tiny kitchen at the end, her bedroom around the corner with nothing but a bead curtain for a door, bathroom in between with a door that didn’t close. She turned me onto weed that first night. Lisa, my chaperone for the summer. In the morning she woke me out of sweaty sheets for breakfast. Took me for a long Sunday walk around town to see the sights and fix bearings, show me where was safe to go, and where wasn’t.

Next morning before work, she brought me out a stack of magazines. Playgirl, Cosmo. “Sorry I don’t have any Playboys, but lots of steamy stuff here if you like that. If you want to walk, go down to the arboretum. It’ll be cooler. There’ll be gay guys there trying to get into you, so you watch your step. Pretty girls too, if that floats your boat.” She must’ve seen a look on my face then; she reached up to touch me. “Hey! It’s okay to like both. It really is.”

I caved then; tears came. Those five words I’d never heard before. Where I came from you were a man or you were a faggot. No middle ground. And the girls were the harshest judges of all, which side of that line you belonged on. She pulled me, pressing her slim body to me, held me a minute. “Billy, it’s okay.” Pushing me away again, grinning. “You just watch your step out there. No syphilis or clap or anything.” Then she was on her way. I ate, looked at the mags till I came, then went for that walk. I didn’t talk with anyone that day, but I saw some awfully pretty sights, and they weren’t all trees.

Skip ahead, now. Friday night she left me alone with the magazines and the television. Promised me she’d take me clubbing soon. I went to sleep late. Naked. She’d taken one look at my pajamas Sunday and said it was way too hot for that. Told me she slept naked, and I should too. By now I was comfortable enough to take her advice.

She came home in the early hours, tipsy, with a guy. I pretended to be asleep. Lack of a bedroom door and freedom of speech—or scream—left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Much later, “O-god” came out, took a long piss, then went to the kitchen for a beer. In the refrigerator light I could see the length of his dick, hanging spent but still swollen. He drank with the door still open, illuminating it, glistening. A minute later Lisa came out. Pissed without even trying to close the door, then went to him. “Are you trying to put on a show for my Billy, hmmm?” He muttered something. She took a long drag from his beer, said “It’s a pretty nice show.” He muttered something again. “Let’s make it better,” she said. “I’ll show him how it’s done,” and then slid down to her knees in front of him.

“No, wait, are you crazy. . .” but the minute she took him in her mouth the protests died away. Refrigerator door was still open, silhouetting them. She, slim, turned slightly away from me, looked like. . . me. Sucking him. He with a beer still in his hand and his hips undulating slowly to her rhythm. I, beside myself, sweating under the sheet, trying to be quiet as I stroked.

“Billy?” she called softly. “Come here. Let me show you. . .”

And so my education began.

 

[twister947]

Nice story, Billy.

 

[liqueur]

Nice story, Billy.

Thank you much! et tu?

 

[twister947]

Thank you much! et tu?

I'm no writer...a few short, declarative sentences, and I'm done.

 

[liqueur]

I'm no writer...a few short, declarative sentences, and I'm done.

Ah well. Thanks for reading. Let's hope others contribute.

 

[txfuncouple]

My best friend and I decided to stop by an adult book store. After we spent several minutes looking through the videos, we found ourselves near the entrance to the arcade.

"Want to watch some movies?" he asked as we looked at the selection.

There were over one hundred different titles, so I said, "Sure. Lets meet back up front in about 30 minutes?"

"Sounds good" he said as we both grabbed a handful of tokens and entered the darkness of the arcade.

We went separate directions and I found a booth towards the back. Walking inside, I put in a few tokens and selected good blowjob movie. As I watched the action on the screen, my cock began to harden so I decided to pull it out and stroke. I heard someone enter the booth beside me, but I didn't pay any attention.

As my video went off and I loaded more tokens, I Flipping the channel selector and ended up on another blowjob video with a girl going down on a large cock. I figured this one would be good as another mouth appeared onscreen, but when the camera panned out to show the other mouth, it belonged to a guy. The woman pulled back and guided the cock into his mouth, and as he began sucking she put her hand on the back of his head.

Something caught my eye and I noticed there was a hole in the wall. I couldn't see what the guy next to me was watching, but I could see him working his hand up and down an impressive cock, and I found myself getting turned on. As I watched the girl feeding that monster cock into the guys mouth onscreen, I wished I was him.

My video went off and I put in several more tokens, but was more interested in watching the guy next to me stroke than watching the video. When the light in his booth went off, I was disappointed as I heard the chair next door move. I started watching my video again when I realized the stranger with the big cock next to me hadn't left. Sticking through the hole in the wall was his rock hard, thick cock.

I took my hand from my own cock and wrapped it around the stranger’s, making him swell in my hand as I began pumping up and down. A large bead of precum leaked onto the head and glistened in the light, so I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, thinking about how his tasted like mine. His cock jumped as I tightened my lips on him and began sucking harder. He began moving his cock back and forth, and I felt the head of his cock touch the back of my throat, making me gag slightly. I relaxed as he pushed the head of his cock deeper, past the back of my tongue and down into my throat. I was letting him fuck my mouth as I heard him moaning, and I imagined my wife's hand holding my mouth down on him.

He warned me he was about to cum, but I kept my forehead pressed against the wall and his cock buried deep in my mouth. I felt his cock begin jerking and his cum flooded my mouth, and I swallowed repeatedly keeping my lips clamped tightly on his cock until I cleaned the last of his cum from his shaft. I finally pulled myself off his cock and it disappeared through the hole into the darkness. I looked back at the video screen and watched as the guy and girl fucking were both sucking another guys cock. I stroked my own hard cock until I came in my hand, then I licked my own cum from my palm imagining I was the guy sucking cock on screen.

I exited the booth and walked into the video store, seeing my best friend looking at movies.

"Did you find any good movies in the arcade?" I asked.

"You're never going to guess what happened!" he said as he smiled. "I was watching a video and was completely hard and stroking, when I noticed one of those holes in the wall. I could see someone stroking next to me so I stuck my cock through the hole. The guy grabbed my cock, then gave me an incredible blow job, deep throating me until I finished in his mouth! I can show you where I was and maybe you can do it too.”

"That's ok,” I said as we walked outside. “He's probably long gone.”

We walked towards my car in the parking lot and I said, "Man, you’re always the lucky one. Maybe I'll get lucky next time we come back."

 

[liqueur]

My best friend and I decided to stop by an adult book store. After we spent several minutes looking through the videos, we found ourselves near the entrance to the arcade.

"Want to watch some movies?" he asked.....

Nice one!!! thanks for posting.

 

[liqueur]

word count: 204

Anything

In the loft of an old horse barn
I finally fucked you
up the ass, our clothes spread
over a bale of hay
to keep the scratching from your belly,
the white skin of your ass nippling
in the cold, my zipper
grinding between your cheeks,
your muscle so tight around my cock
it kept me from coming as I thrust
deeper and deeper until at last
my sperm flowed, ocean foam
lashing in a storm.

Afterwards in my lap—
my wool shirt draped
across your shoulders,
the cold seeping in as our heat melted,
our bellies pressed together,
your nipples hard
against my chest, my face
still damp with your fragrance
while the scent of your hair
mingled with that of old horse piss
from the stall below—you slid
your tongue down my throat,
as we rocked
to the gentle rain
on the tin roof.

Later, you washed my cock
with cold rain water
you collected in an old feed dish
so I could come into you again,
this time in your cunt,
a pair of missionaries praying
slowly softly
forever

anything
to hold us together,
anything
to hold back the time

of your return
to sweet home,
to loving
husband.​

 

[susurrus]

This isn't great writing, but it's been a long time since I tried a true writing exercise, so hopefully it's okay...


I was on my knees. Her ass perched on the bed’s edge, knees pulled to her chest.

What a sight! It was the most alien, yet most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her scent filled my head, making me dizzy with desire. A glistening rivulet drooled from the base of her sex, clear fluid oozing toward the pucker beneath.

My own sex throbbed at the sight, at the knowledge of what I was about to do. Leaning in, I extended my tongue toward the musky gorgeousness before me.

The gasp that escaped at my touch made me recoil in fear. Had it hurt? What had I done wrong? I was a novice, with no knowledge of what made a woman tick. Touching mine felt great. Was it different for women?

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Please. More.”

Relief washed over me. I didn’t want to stop, especially if she liked it. The little taste I’d received melded with her scent in my brain and had me ravenous.

Homing in on the crystal stream, I lapped her up and let hormones ride high. Soon, there was no spot between her legs that hadn’t felt my tongue and lips.

My stiffness ached to take part, but I was afraid of possible consequences of that act, and vowed to rein in that impulse. Besides, it appeared what I was doing was sufficient to drive her wild, and frustrating for me as that might be, it was enough.

Then, a little pink dot peeked from the folds and fur at the top of her beauty. Curiosity drew me toward it.

Tentatively extending my tongue, I flicked it.

Her back arched off the bed with a screech. Knowing by now that was a good thing, I concentrated on that little bud.

A sense of pride, accomplishment and arousal flowed through me, that I could make another person feel so good. Gibberish poured from her mouth, laced with curses and moans while she writhed.

Suddenly, she stiffened, then began to shudder. Her body quaked and the moans deepened and grew in volume.

Several seconds passed while I kept my face glued to her as best I could. Eventually, her body calmed, her voice became quieter. Soon, she lay panting.

A hand pushed my head away and I sat back, admiring the view, my own body wound tighter than it had ever been before. I knew what had just happened was a good thing. Awe that I could do that for someone else almost overwhelmed me.

Eventually, she sat up, a look of bliss on her face. For several seconds, she just looked. After a bit, I realized what she really had her eyes set on.

Holding a hand out to me, all she would say was:

“Your turn.”

 

[liqueur]

This isn't great writing, but it's been a long time since I tried a true writing exercise, so hopefully it's okay...

Of course it's okay. In fact it's quite lovely. Thank you for putting it up.

(I suggest removing one word, before the TOU police swoop in: "adolescent.")

 

[susurrus]

Thanks. After all these years, you'd think I'd have thought of that.

 

[liqueur]

Thanks. After all these years, you'd think I'd have thought of that.

. ​

 

[liqueur]

. . .

 

[Sweet_Lara]

Hot stuff here. Major turn-on.

 

[susurrus]

Woke up before 3 AM, unable to sleep. Figured I'd take pen to paper, so to speak, and goof around...


Butterflies filled my stomach as I lay on the bed, legs pulled up, baring ass and genitals to the room. I’d been hard only moments before, but nerves had me soft, even if I still drooled precum onto my belly.

God, I felt so vulnerable! The ghosts of hundreds of hungry eyes pillowed around my exposed nethers as I waited.

“It’s your turn tonight,” she told me. We’d talked about it before, but had never done more than talk. She showed what she’d bought online, then modeled it. I was stiff in moments. It was incredible how hot she looked. Her look was of embarrassment, unsure how I’d react to seeing her as a “man.”

My reaction was simply to step in to her, place my hands on her hips, then press my lips to hers. She had all the wrong curves to be a male, regardless what hung between her legs. Besides, we had talked about it. Several times. Those discussions just needed one of us to take the next step. That she had taken that step both frightened and aroused me.

While we kissed, she rubbed against me. It was a sensation I wasn’t used to. The real thing probably would have felt much different: warmer, maybe smoother, but I liked it. Of course, I liked it when I rubbed against the usual bits, too.

“How do you want me?” I finally asked.

“I want to be able to see your face. I want to see how you like it,” was the response.

So, I climbed up and lay back, spreading my legs like she always did for me. Briefly, I wondered if she felt the sensations I described earlier when we took more traditional roles.

My heart pounded and my cock began to swell once more as I watched her grab the bottle and smear slick liquid all over her new appendage. When she took those same slippery fingers and applied them to my waiting hole, I couldn’t hold back a moan.

After wiping her hand clean, she climbed on the bed, a smile of naughty arousal on her face. “Ready?” she asked me.

Unable to speak, I merely nodded.

Carefully, she lined herself up and began to slowly push...

 

[liqueur]

Woke up before 3 AM, unable to sleep. Figured I'd take pen to paper, so to speak, and goof around...


Butterflies filled my stomach as I lay on the bed, legs pulled up, baring ass and genitals to the room. I’d been hard only moments before, but nerves had me soft, even if I still drooled precum onto my belly....
Carefully, she lined herself up and began to slowly push...

Excellent!! I love it

 

[susurrus]

Nobody said we couldn't continue previous posts...

...Last time I’d had something in that hole was at my last physical (you older guys know what I mean). However, although my wife’s toy wasn’t huge, it was a far cry bigger than that finger had been.

I relaxed with everything I had. That hunk of plastic knocking at my door felt like a fist. Still, I could feel the muscles begin to yield, until the smooth head popped inside.

“Wow, baby, that’s hot,” she gushed, her eyes locked on how I stretched around her cock.

“Hang on a minute,” I gasped. “It feels good so far, but let me get used to it.”

“No problem,” was the response, her gaze unwavering.

“Okay, go ahead,” I finally told her, anticipation building.

Slowly, her hips advanced, and I felt myself filled more and more. Holding back my pleasure was futile, so I let her know what I thought of what we were doing.

Before long, I felt my wife’s body against mine. She had all of her cock inside me, just like I loved doing to her.

God, I loved it. I’d been afraid before, but now, it felt fabulous.

“Whattya think, baby?” she asked.

“I think we shoulda tried this a long time ago,” I admitted. “’Course, I can’t mention this to the guys in the shop...”

Her laugh of delight made me smile. “No, I don’t suppose so.

“You ready to keep going?” she asked, hopeful.

“I can hardly wait,” I confessed.

“Okay, here goes,” she said, hips moving back and then forward again, not quite as slowly as before, but still leisurely, gauging my reaction, afraid she might hurt me.

“Oh yeah,” I purred. “A few more like that, then fuck me like I would you.”

“You sure?”

“Hell yeah.”

Her hips kept going. After about three more strokes, she grabbed my ankles and sneered at me, “Ready to get fucked now, slut?”

“Fuck me, baby,” I demanded. “Fuck me now.”

 

[ericandshannon]

760

Mistress caresses my face and turns my head and looks me in the eyes. "When you cum and you will cum, all your sperm goes in the cup? Not one drop will miss the glass or I'll stop being nice."

Mistress pulls out a metal looking wand and starts lubing it up. The wand is long and has a slight curve. It has a metal bulb at the end and a knob and button on the handle. I feel the coolness of the metal as it enters me. I think this isn't bad as she moves it around. She probes around my ass until she hits my prostate which makes my cock twitch.

Mistress starts concentrating all her movement in that area. I start to moan and lean forward again against the couch. I make sure the head of my hard cock is in the glass not wanting to disobey her. Then an extremely sharp pain jolts through my whole body and a large amount of sperm shoots out my cock. Any erection I had is now gone. Then before I can catch my breath my body jolts again, pain radiates through my body and again I shoot another load into the glass.

I do not understand what's going on, beads of sweat are forming on my brow. My body tingles and my leg muscles are spamming. I'm cuming but without an erection or an orgasm. Mistress looks at the glass, "This isn't near enough." She squeezes and pulls my balls hard "I know you have more, maybe I need to turn it up."

Up? I think, what's up. Out of the corner of my eye I see her turn a dial on the end of the wand. She presses it against my prostate and rubs it slowly. My body starts to relax, breathing becomes less labored and the pleasure returns.

Mistress puts one hand on the small of my back and presses the wand hard on my prostate. I start to moan then ZAP, pain shoots through my body again this time it doesn't stop for a few seconds. I scream in pain, I can't move but large amounts of cum painfully flow from my cock doubling the amount in the glass. She looks at the glass and says "I knew you had it in you mmm this is enough."

As I try to recover from what ever torture I had just experienced Mistress gets up and puts on a leather harness. She then retrieves from her bag a very large cock with a large head and balls. She takes the cup out from under me I cringe thinking Yuk she going to make me drink it. Mistress squeezes the large balls on the dildo and puts the head of it in the glass then let's go. I watch as the cock sucks up all my sperm. She then attaches her cock to the harness.

Mistress gets back behind me she uses her fingers to scrape the last bit of cum from the cup and uses it as lube and starts probing my ass again. Then I feel the pressure of her cock against my ass. She gives up her first attempt which is replaced by the familiar feeling of fingers and cold lube.

Again I feel the pressure of her cock pushing into me. Mistress grabs my hips and pushes. I feel the head stretch my ass open and the burning feeling of tearing as she enters me. The head slides in and before the pain subsides Mistress pushes deeper into my ass. I feel her cock sliding into me pushing deeper then sliding back. Slowly she fucks my ass pushing deeper and deeper. Then she grabs the leash and pulls back on it hard choking me and sliding in that last inch.

She starts grinding herself against my ass stimulating her clit. As she approaches orgasm she pulls harder on the leash causing me to gasp for air. Mistress finally orgasms and loosens her pull on the leash. She resumes fucking my ass pumping her cock back and forth. My cock starts to get hard and ooze as the head of her cock hits my sore and sensitive prostate. Mistress's rhythm gets faster and my moans get louder. If anyone was listening it would sound like a girl getting fucked. Then again she pulls on the leash and slides in deep and grinds herself to another orgasm. When she's done I feel her start to pull out and her cock stretching me open so I push back sliding it back in. This time she grabs my hips and pulls it out slowly leaving me empty.

"Get on the couch" Mistress tells me. As I move to the couch I cringe when I notice the mess I made while she was fucking me. I look at her for a response, but she says nothing.

Mistress tells me to lie on the couch. She then gets on the couch grabs my legs and pushes them over my head. I feel her cock pressed against my hole. This time she uses her weight and pushes into me hard ramming her cock all the way in. I scream. "Oo did I hurt your little pussy."

"Yes Mistress."

She starts pumping her cock in me. I feel her strokes getting longer. Again I start moaning like a girl. I feel her slide out and start to stretch open my ass then push back in. Again and again she pulls the head of her cock half way out stretching me open. I look into her eyes as she fucks me then I feel her cock slide all the way out then push back in. The first few times it was uncomfortable but now I'm lost in the pleasure. I start screaming "fuck me harder mistress oh fuck me harder."

I feel her fucking me hard slamming in and out. I'm screaming so loud now. "Oo ooo oo oo." I feel a orgasm building up inside it feels so good I can't hold it "Oooooooh oooooo oooooo I'm cuming mistress iiiim cuming." I feel her cock slam deep into me I feel her cock pulsate in me. I feel her cuming in me, my ass fills with cum. She pushes deeper and I feel cum squirting out my ass and dripping down my crack. I'm breathing heavy my head is spinning. I'm not sure what happened but it was great. I look at mistress on top of me and I smile and look lovingly into her eyes expecting some type of emotional response.

She looks at me lets my legs go and pushes herself off and pulls out of me. She walks over and sits back in her chair and lights a cigarette.

 

[susurrus]

eric,

Very nice. Thank you.

 

[liqueur]

word count: 798

He was a boy-man— a scruffy fluff of a beard, no more, but I loved it— it was cute, and besides it held my pussy scent just fine. My mark. I watered it daily, sometimes several times a day. If he took a shower, I pushed him down after and rubbed myself on his beard till I got off, several times, and until he was well-marked.

It’s true I pushed him around a bit. ‘Dominance’ and ‘submission’ were words we never heard used with sex in those days, but he knew who was boss, and that turned me on constantly. Once, we got into a roaring big quarrel about some stupid thing, I pushed him down, got on top, and planted my pussy square on his face. I never wore underwear in those days, none of us girls did, just thin flowing ‘hippie skirts’ that could allow instant access. And once he opened his mouth to lick as he’d been taught, I pissed right in his mouth. No aforethought, I was just so pissed off, and piss seemed like the best way to show him. Then I saw him getting hard underneath his jeans. And even though I’d never once thought about doing something like that before, doing it now, showing him where he stood— and then seeing him get hard from it. . .

So one night we were at the Fillmore West. The New York Rock and Roll Ensemble and some other bands were there— all groups that were cutting edge at the time, but nobody nowadays has ever heard of them— except Bob Weir was there with a couple of friends. Nobody even knew who they were at first. The air was thick. You didn’t need a pipe to get high, just breathe. The seats had all been pulled out of the place. Sometimes people sat on the floor on blankets, or nights like this when it was too crowded to sit, we stood or we danced.

So I was up front with my boy-man, call him ‘Jimmie,’ right by the stage, and we were packed together, dancing like we were all one being. My boy was on my left. We were facing the band, making eye contact. I felt this guy behind me, pushing. I don’t think he was pushing me at first, it was just the press of the crowd. But I put my hands on the stage and started pushing back with my ass. Just playfully. But then I felt him getting hard. I looked back. This guy was older, and a regular lumberjack. Thick black beard, muscles everywhere. My skirt was just one of those India prints, wrapped around. And I’d cut it down to use some of the fabric for something else, so there wasn’t much overlap. I started working it around so the opening was in back instead of on my side.

I felt his hands on my hips now, grinding into me. I wedged my hand between us and started working his zipper down. He got inside my skirt, reached around, fingering. I pushed back again, felt his cock crawling out of his pants and getting harder. I leaned on the stage again, arching my back, dancing, I was so fuckin’ wet, and his cock continued its crawl right on up between my legs. I was stoned out of my head, gazing up straight into the guitar player’s eyes when the guy slipped inside me. God he was hard. And so big. And the dance went on, perfect rhythm with the music.

About this time, Jimmie figured out what was going on, started flailing and pulling, trying to get us apart. This lumberjack guy, he could’ve just swatted Jimmie like a fly, but he had an iron grip on my hips and he just kept up his dance, never even looked at Jimmie, and me dancing with him, until I felt him gasp and push in and up so hard he lifted me right off the floor and I could feel him pumping into me, then sperm running down inside my thighs.

I turned when he was done, wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed him deep. But never a word, and he pulled away after, fading back. I turned then, grabbed Jimmie, he was till thrashing till I kissed him, too. We started working our way out of the crowd. I knew just how things were going to go. When we got free of the crowd he was going to start yelling and carrying on, maybe even try to hit me. And I was going to put my foot on his, and push him back, and he’d collapse on ground. And then I’d be on top. And feed him. It was going to be a beautiful thing. . .

 

[Whispor]

These are amazingly erotic! Great writing!

 

[liqueur]

These are amazingly erotic! Great writing!

Thank you. Need to keep the thread moving, so more will see and contribute!

(Here is an older trio):

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Wishes with wings

“Tell me what you want more than anything else in the world,” she says.

“You,” I say.

“But you can’t have me,” she says. “I’m married.”

“I know,” I say.

“Of all the things in the world that you can have,” she says, “tell me what you want more than anything else.”

“You,” I say.

She scoots down the mattress, takes me into her mouth.

After a moment, without stopping, she turns her body, hooking her leg over my face. She settles her moisture down against my parched suckling lips.​

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Amoral

A hot dry afternoon. Late sunshine; dragonflies skimming over the grass. Time enough, just to get up to the cliffs, have some fun together, watch the birds, get down, and her to get home in time to cook up some pasta before her husband got home.

We got across the pasture to the entrance to the woods, stepped into the dark. She turned, pulled me to face her. Her hand up under my tee-shirt. Nipples teasing. My hand on the incurve of her back. Arching to my calluses.

On again. The trail narrowing, turns right. Hips bump playfully. She grabs my belt to steady herself; we both lose balance. Falling, one thigh between hers. Laughing in leafmould. I pull her up. Reluctantly.

We round the bend, with the first (lower) cliff on our right. The forest is open; tall thin trees reaching all the way to the top of this lesser ledge. We pause to listen to a Scarlet Tanager in the canopy.

I remember the last time I heard this bird. She had come to me immediately after he had left for work. We lay on the forest floor, listening to the sweet music, as I licked his fresh sperm from her.

I lead her to off the trail to the cliff. She leans into it, and I unbutton her shorts, unzip myself as they fall.

We never make it to the top.​

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Proposal

A yeasty smell as old and rich as time rises from the bowl as I lean over it, punching down the dough and kneading it again.

She nuzzles into me, her arms around my belly. She nibbles my ear, whispers: “I really want to fuck you.”

“Okay.” I say.

“Okay,” she says.

She reaches around me, picks up the butter from the table: “Bend over for me?”​

 

[Whispor]

Word Count: 715

It was a large family barbecue. A warm, summer day. Many years ago.

Everyone was outside, enjoying food and the company of each other. Everyone but me.

Or so I thought.

I had retreated to the master bathroom, having just changed clothes. Sometimes I was clumsy as my clothes soiled with the barbecue sauce I had spilled on them would prove.

I saw her standing in the doorway. Margaret, my wife's little sister. All of 35 and her life wasted in a sexless marriage to a born loser. She told my wife everything, and my wife had few secrets from me.

She stared at me, yet somehow past me, with those striking blue eyes. Her thin, waifish frame was accentuated by a wispy blue sundress and her dark curly hair.

I turned to her as she moved wordlessly toward me. Before I could speak, her hand began caressing my groin, her finger pursed my lips. Her stare into my eyes was intense. Needful. She seemed to be somewhere else.

For several long minutes she felt my arousal grow with that hand. Both of us still wordless, motionless.

I don't know how. I lost control. My hands went to her waist, lifted her, turned her toward the vanity, and sat her upon it. My hand went underneath her dress and in one forceful yank I ripped the panties from her body, easily torn.

She gasped, her eyes widened. That was her only reaction. Still, no words.

My hands parted her thighs as I stepped toward her. Our eyes were still locked as I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. They fell to the floor along with my underwear and I stepped out of them.

Again, my hands went to her legs. I pulled her closer toward me, lifting her dress up out of the way. I felt her calves wrap around my lower back. Reaching down, I adjusted my cock with one hand until I felt my mushroom head between the warm wetness of her inner folds. The position was perfect. With a slow thrust forward from each of us we were joined.

Finally she made a sound. She gasped audibly.

I don't know how many long minutes my cock pistoned inside her. I lost track of time relishing the feeling of this foreign sex wrapped around my cock, her hands behind my neck. We both began to perspire as we stared each other down, our thrusts synchronized for optimum penetration, our breaths synchronized in ecstasy.

I barely noticed her legs tighten around me. I felt her hands pull my head forward so that our lips could meet. We deeply kissed with open mouths, her tongue danced with mine. Finally, she moaned in my mouth as her orgasm struck with intensity she had never felt before.

The accompanying milking motions of her vaginal muscles induced my own climax. An unforgotten number of powerful ejaculations forced copious amounts of my thick, hot cum into her innermost recesses. The tips of our tongues caressed each other in a lustful dance for a few more seconds afterwards.

It was over. She whispered the only words she ever said in my ear before hopping off the vanity, picking up her torn panties off the floor, and scurrying out through the door.

"Thank you."

She seemed so much more content the rest of the day, filled with my sperm deep inside her. My wife, standing beside me as we watched the sun go down together, reflecting on the success of the party afterwards, had noticed the change in her sister, too.

"I knew that would be good for my little sister," she whispered before kissing me passionately.

I fucked my wife in the bathroom, on the vanity, in the exact same manner that night. I wanted her to feel what her sister felt. To experience what her sister experienced.

Little did I know that she had been watching the whole time.

As I sit in the nursing home watching the sun set on both the day and my life, I'm reminded they're all gone now. They've all passed away - all but me.

Yet that's not the only fond memory I have of meeting the sexual needs of my wife's sister with my wife's encouragement... or assistance.

Just the first of many.

 

[liqueur]

It was a large family barbecue. A warm, summer day. Many years ago.. . .

Sexiness! Those barbecues! I wonder how many fuckings have happened at, or as a result of, barbecues?
thanks for posting