The AH QnD STC Flash compo - FINAL!

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Yay o yay, the semifinalists have battled it out, and not this (very) unofficial Olympic event is about to come to its conclusion.

It's time for the final voring to commence.

Here are the two top voted stories from each semi heat. Vote once more and decide who wins the fame, glory and still secret, but oh so coveted prize.

Voting is open for one week from today. Tell your friends. If you have any.

When we have a winner, I'll revel the name or the incognito master writer, as well as all the other oh so worthy contestants.

 

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1

“I love what you’ve done with the place,” Ellie gushed, gliding across the hardwood floor like a ballerina, her ass floating high in the air as if it was suspended by a puppeteer’s string. Albert watched, mesmerized by the girl’s petite body.

Ellie was his wife’s younger stepsister, back from college for a visit. The layover at Dallas had postponed her arrival, giving them extra time to get the house in order; and extra time for his wife to remind him what a failure he was - especially in the house cleaning department.

Ellie flitted about the huge room, examining the expensive antiques Albert’s wife was so fond of. She paused at the bay window, her ponytail silhouetted gold in the afternoon light. Albert gazed longingly, imagining Ellie, standing by a bed, undressing...

“Albert, honey,” his wife snapped, interrupting his secret fantasy, “Ellie’s dying for a shower. Show her where the bathroom is? I have to run to Walgreens.

Albert had learned long ago that obeying his wife was the easiest way to keep things running smoothly in their household. After all, it was her money that paid for their splendid Victorian home; her money that retired his student loans and financed his floundering consultant business. Lucky for him, she had no control over what happened in his mind.

“This way, Ellie” he said politely, visualizing her creamy white thighs wrapped around his...

A rich vanilla odor brought him back to reality. It was emanating from Ellie.

He smiled.

“Sis said I could borrow a robe?”

“Sure,” Albert replied, lost in thought.

“Just leave it by the door,” she said, batting her blue-green eyes. He turned, embarrassed, and headed for the bedroom, the vision of her freckled cleavage burned into his mind forever.

A few moments later he was standing by the door, robe in hand, thinking about knocking when he heard the squeak of the faucet, and the subsequent rushing of the water. This meant only one thing - Ellie was naked.

As he knelt to place the robe on the floor, the keyhole caught his eye. It was the old style, the kind you can peer through. So he did.

He gasped at the sight of Ellie’s angelic nakedness shimmering ghostlike from behind the shower doors. He could make out the dark triangle of her bush, sienna brown, just like his wife’s. However, unlike his wife’s, Ellie’s breasts jutted straight out, conical, like a pair of New Years Eve hats. They jiggled with every languid move she made, the pink nipples piercing his heart with sickening lust.

A moment later, his aching dick was in his hand. He started stroking it slowly, hoping to save his ejaculation for the moment she climbed out of the shower, revealing her pink secrets to his prying eyes.

Suddenly, she was singing softly, wrapping him in a cocoon of intimacy so complete, he never even heard the click of the front door as his wife returned to grab her blackberry from the bedroom.

 

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2

Heather sipped the last of her coffee, and then began washing the breakfast dishes. Billy had gone to work and she was feeling lazy. She slopped water on her nightgown and dabbed at it with a dishtowel. The doorbell rang.

“Who is it?”

“Package delivery,” a gruff male voice replied.

“I’m busy. Leave it by the door.”

“Yes ma’m.”

“Thank you.”

No answer.

Some people are so rude. Probably mad I didn’t give him a tip.

Heather stiffened in terror as a hand clapped over her mouth.

“Don’t make a sound.”

The package delivery man! Oh God! No!

His hard body was warm against her. Her skin crawled beneath the thin cotton.

Oh my God! He must be naked!

He took his hand from her mouth and gripped her neck.

“Please, don’t hurt me! I…I have money and jewelry. Take it and leave me alone.”

His guttural laugh sent a chill down her spine.

“I don’t want that, I want you. I’m going to fuck you. All you sluts want me to fuck you. I see all of you looking at me, wanting my cock. Now you’re going to get it.”

“Nooo…Go away…my husband will be home any minute...”

“He won’t be home for hours. I know. I’ve been watching your house.”

His grip tightened on her throat as he ripped the flimsy nightgown from her body. Her nipples stiffened as her breasts swung free. He pulled her away from the sink and pushed her face down on the counter.

“Spread your legs, slut.”

“No, please.”

“I said spread ‘em bitch!”

He kicked her legs apart and fingered her pussy. Her body responded to the stimulation while her brain screamed ‘No’!

He pumped two fingers into her wetness and twisted them inside her. An involuntary moan escaped her lips.

“You like it don’t you, slut?”

Her only response was a moan of fear... and of pleasure.

She gasped as his cock thrust into her.

Ahhhhh! He’s splitting me open. He’s so big...

He gripped her hips and pounded into her, grunting like an animal as his hand rubbed her throbbing clit. She braced herself against the cabinets, pushing back on his thick meat, out of her mind with lust.

“Yes! Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!”

“Take it all you bitch. You love it!”

He slammed into her with all his strength, her hips rising to meet every stroke. She cried out wordlessly in pleasure as she felt an orgasm burn through her body. Then she was coming, coming hard, drenching his cock in her warm juices as he moaned and shot ropes of thick cum deep inside her. She came once more and fell into his arms.

“You were wonderful Billy.”

“I thought I was going to squirt my balls out my cock I came so hard.”

“I love this role playing. What should we do next?”

“I’m the Principal and you’re a naughty student?”

“I’ll get the ruler, the wooden one.”

 

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3


“There is everything to be afraid of,” murmured Constance, unzipping Katya’s skirt and letting it drop to the floor. “You’ll have no control. If you have any preconceived idea about how this will go, leave it by the door.”

Katya shivered, both from fear and the cool air of the stone corridor on her nakedness. Constance carefully taped a hard object onto her bare back.

“You’ll have one chance to act,” Constance whispered. “Make it count. If you fail, we all die.”

Knees buckling, Katya thought she might faint. She struggled to remember her training, uncounted months of testing, deprivation, agony, and triumph.

No, I can’t fail them. Everyone’s depending on me. This is our only chance.

Drawing a deep breath, she forced herself to stand erect, breasts proud, nipples hard. “I’m ready.”

Constance peered into her eyes, nodded. “Then, good luck.” The Housekeeper vanished into the gloom, reappearing briefly as she passed each sconce.

With another deep breath, Katya reached out to the iron-banded oak door, secured by a simple latch that was far more than it seemed. Please, she begged, let it work. Let the door not sense… what it mustn’t.

Fingers trembling, she tripped the latch and pushed.

There, in the very center of the opulent chamber, posed atop black silk sheets, lay the God on Earth. Arrogant in his nakedness and his power, his startling erection rampant, he grinned. “Come in, my dear.” His smoky voice awoke shivers, unnamed longings, a baseless desire to please. Her will vanished and she moved to stand before him, nipples painfully hard, wracked by lust.

“What is your name?”

“Katya,” she breathed. Gods, that voice, crawling into her, her cunt writhing, breasts drawn so tight she thought they’d burst.

“You’re quite beautiful, Katya. Let’s have a look at you, shall we?”

She found herself turning slowly, hands rising to lace behind her neck, helplessly on display.

“Oh, dear.” He’d seen the knife. “Someone’s been naughty.” Sudden agony as the tape ripped from her skin. “I’ll have to punish Constance… and you, of course. Come here and present.”

He lay as she’d first seen him, but now his member swelled to monstrous proportions. Helpless, she crawled across the bed, stopping on all fours, head down, knees spread. The first thrust was blinding white heat. She fought to scream, could not. Could not move, could barely breathe. Again and again, he plunged into her, tearing her, ripping, that wonderful, awful laugh reverberating.

Suddenly, he froze.

Her will returned. Snaking from beneath him, she turned to find him still rampant but helpless, eyes wild.

“My cunt is saturated with a paralytic poison,” she said. “I’m immune. You’re not.” She retrieved the knife, seized his hair. “Die, you murdering bastard!”

The head took a while. The other, not so long. Carrying both, she emerged to find Constance waiting, handed over the head of the former God on Earth. She held up the still-swollen cock.

“Oh, that?” Constance said. “Leave it by the door.”

 

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4

“Where did you put it?” Dana asked as she made a frantic search through the shopping bags.

“What are you talking about anyway? Put what?”

“I don’t see the bag of toys we just bought. It was in the car with the other things but now it isn’t here,” Dana said.

“We’ll find it. It has to be around somewhere,” Nick replied.

“Yeah, but what if you mother sees that stuff?”

“She’s too busy watching her game shows again.” Nick told her. “That’s all she seems to do when she visits us, anyway.”

Dana forgot about the missing bag and enjoyed the time with her husband. They worked side by side to put the groceries away and start dinner. Hands and hips bumped together in the small kitchen. The casserole was in the oven when Dana felt Nick come up behind her.

Nick held his finger to her lips and grinned. He pulled his wife with him to their bedroom and locked the door. Clothes came off amid the silent laughter at how they had to sneak around in their own home. Hot kisses turned to wild passion as Nick dipped his fingers into Dana’s pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Nick groaned and pulled her body over his.

His rigid shaft ground against her clit. She lifted herself over his aching member and dropped back down onto his body. Rough hands squeezed her nipples until she went wild. Dana scraped her nails over his chest and dug her fingers into his skin. Moans and whimpers stayed deep in their throats as she rode his cock. Her pussy clenched as the first waves of her orgasm rolled through her body.

“Nicky, are you in there? Why are you in your bedroom this early?”

Dana held still at the sudden intrusion to their fun. “It’s your mom,” she whispered.

The slight shake of his head kept Dana quiet. He thrust his rigid shaft deeper into his wife’s sopping wet pussy once more. Nick thought he would explode as her muscles held him tight inside.

“Nicky? Where’s Dana? I found a shopping bag in the hallway. She must have dropped it on her way in. Nicky, let me in …”

A blast of cum exploded from his cock into the depths of Dana’s cunt. The bedsprings made a slight squeak as he emptied his seed in her.

“Dana, are you in there? Do you want me to look in this bag for you?”

Nick imagined the look on his mom’s face if she saw the toys and grinned.

“Just leave it by the door, mom,” he shouted as they collapsed on the bed.