The Trophy Case

[Subo97]

Ivan

Smiling wistfully to himself, Ivan lay the apron back into the drawer of his bedtable. The twin gifts of healing and redemption are often found in unexpected and unbeaten paths.

He struggled to his feet and waddled to the kitchen to refill his wine. The house is too quiet, he thought and proceeded to the stereo to put some music on. Rock? Blues? Bluegrass? Opera? No, something lighter, something to match his raising spirits. Suddenly at his fingertips he saw The Pirate's of Penzance and he chuckled, pulling it out and placing it in the player. As the familiar notes of the overture filled the apartment, Ivan hobbled back to the bed with his drink and lay down. Fumbling through the drawer, he found what he was looking for: a pair of bikini cut black panties with a skull and crossbones emblazoned on the front.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, Mona," he sighed and lay back, "Sweet, talented Mona........."

Welcome, Delicious Maiden

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Mona

My thanks to Subo for the invitation.
I've been looking forward to sharing this thread for sometime now!

Climbing over rocky mountain,
Skipping rivulet and fountain,
Passing where the willows quiver,
Passing where the willows quiver
By the ever-rolling river,
Swollen with the summer rain, the summer rain
Threading long and leafy mazes
Dotted with unnumbered daisies,
Dotted, dotted with unnumbered daisies,
Scaling rough and rugged passes,
Climb the hardy little lasses,
Till the bright sea-shore they gain;
Scaling rough and rugged passes,
Climb the hardy little lasses,
Till the bright sea-shore they gain!

Mona sat and made notes as she watched the girls skipping across the stage.
These costumes had been hell to get together and had proved much more difficult than those of the pirates.
She tucked her long dark hair behind her ears, unaware of the habitual gesture and let her sharp eyes take in the details of the scene playing out before her.

Bonnets … stockings … shoes …
Yes she was pleased with her decision not to go for parasols.
They would prove a complication too many.
She sat back and chewed thoughtfully on her pencil totally absorbed in her appraisal of the scene.

“Mona … this still doesn’t sit right!”

Mona bit back a sigh and turned patiently towards the young girl playing Mabel, in character a sweet, self effacing character, in reality a right pain in the …

“Rachael … it’s fine … it looks lovely … no … the bonnet can’t be fastened any tighter and … no … the shoes are fine .. “

Her voice was soft, almost husky, and when talking to this young lady was heavy with patience.

“ … trust me … no gloves would be too fussy … this is the seashore after all … “

She could not resist the subtle irony.
A smile dimpled her cheek, but was soon hidden.
She did not want to provoke the girl.
Instead she fluffed out the skirts and gave Rachael the attention she craved.
All the while she assured her in soft, yet insistent tones that her costume was more striking than those of “her sisters”.

Beyond the young Prima Donna, she caught the eye of several members of the “Pirate Band”.
The man playing the Pirate King seemed to have seen through the young actresses “endearing” ways.
She saw him roll his eyes as he intercepted her gaze, making her look away quickly to resist the almost overwhelming urge to laugh.
It was so close to the opening night … Mona could not afford to antagonise the female lead, even if she were a …

“CUE!! Rachael!”

The girl glared at Mona as if it were her fault that she had missed her entrance. Mona watched in detached amusement as the expression of sweetness descended on the pretty face before she turned and made her tardy entrance.

”Yes, one!"

She sang with a voice as sweet as sugar.
Rachael loved all eyes being on her for that entrance!

” Oh, sisters, deaf to pity's name,
For shame!
It's true that he has gone astray,
But pray
Is that a reason good and true
Why you
Should all be deaf to pity's name?"

Mona smirked.
Life was too short to let the girl get to her.
She was young ... let her enjoy her stardom.
Mona too was enjoying the opportunity to "go solo" for the first time and had been allowed to "run" with her costuming ideas for this production.

Again Mona settled back and belatedly started scribbling notes about Frederic’s costume.
She had been distracted during his entrance, but watched him carefully now.
The shirt … something didn’t seem quite right … too flamboyant .. not … she scribbled and sketched. She knew just the thing …

A glance down towards the right now;
Mona watched as the band of Pirates moved into position.
She put down her pad, but her eyes ran assessingly over each character making sure that she had gotten these costumes just right.
These had been the easiest to organise.
Not only because there was more scope for the clothing that could be used, but also because the Pirates had been most accommodating and willing to give all her ideas a go.
The result was flamboyant, but certainly masculine.
She was sure many of the females in the audience would imagine themselves being carried off to be married to these rogues!

She smiled as she watched the action.
Somehow no matter how many times she saw this, it did not fail to amuse her.
It was the classic "Behind You!" part of the show.
The choreography was perfect, farcical and yet …
it worked!
Mona glanced down watching the director as he too avidly assessed his work.

Too late! Ha, ha!
Too late! Ho, ho!
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho, ho!

He scribbled notes as the Pirates finally pounced.
She settled back to enjoy the antics of the pursuing pirates and fleeing girls.

Rachael once again came forward.
She was good, Mona acknowledged.
Her voice was lovely and she was spot on for the part.

”Hold, monsters! Ere your pirate caravanserai
Proceed, against our will, to wed us all,
Just bear in mind that we are Wards in Chancery,
And father is a Major-General! “

Mona stood making sure that she could watch the entrance of the character whose wardrobe had been the hardest to sort.

”Yes, yes, I am a Major-General!”

Yes … perfect …
She allowed herself a self-satisfied smile as she surveyed the scene.
A minor change to Frederic otherwise …
It was good to see the result of months of hard work!
She moved slowly towards the stage, her eyes on the action as she moved silently down the aisle.
This was almost the end of the first act.
She wondered if the Director would halt the action and give a break or insist they continued on.

She hovered watching as the "Orphan" dialogue began.
She was lost in the action once more as the pirates were shown to be naively tender-hearted.
Mona watched admiringly as the Pirate King acted his role.
She laughed at the humour of him being moved by the sob story the Major General feeds him and found herself humming along with the song at the end of the act when the pirate band befriend the allegedly parentless man.

Mona: http://www.lingerieworld.com.au/aanas/zoom.php3?prod=LAVE8482

 

[Subo97]

Ivan

post #1

I am the very model of a modern major general

Ivan stood with one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other draped over the actress playing the role of Edith as he listened to his friend and mentor, Wallace, launch into an unerring version of the General's song. The rest of the companies chorus response was not so quite unerring, stumbling over the word quadrilateral, but what they lacked in perfection they made up for in enthusiasm. Perfection was too much to ask for anyway, especially in regional theater.

There was some tlent on the stage, however. Beside's his friend Wallace, ever the professional, there was Sean, playing the part of Frederick. His conterpart, Rachel, playing mable, had a lovely voice but her selection, in Ivan's view was due more to her beauty than her talent. From Ivan's view on top of the stage rock upon which he was standing, two of her most prodigeous talents were abundantly apparent, straining against the bodice of her dress. Sean, Ivan could tell, also took notice of the young lady's talents.

Hookups were not uncommen among stage folks. The girl under his arm had hooked up briefly during last year's production of the Mikado but this year she sported a new boyfriend. she was flirtatious enough and her breast pressed against his ribs was a pleasent reminder of the time they had spent in the sound booth the year previous, but the boyfriend was a complication he didn't need.

When his turn came, Ivan squeezed the girl's shoulder and belted out:

Although our dark career
sometimes involves the crime of stealing
we rather think that we're
not altogether void of feeling
Although we live by strife
we're always sorry to start it
For what, we as, is life
without a touch of poetry in it

At the end of the first act, the pirates were scheduled to dance about the stage. Leaping from his faux stone pedestal, Ivan landed on the stage and slipped, his right leg sliding out from under him. Though he righted himself without falling, his misadventure resulted in the splitting of his pants. Laughing with his fellow actors, Ivan took an exaggerated bow. The great Olivier was known to drop his pants in a heartbeat to break the tension on stage and Ivan was not above stealing from the great ones.

"OK, OK," the director called, " Let's break for lunch. Mona, you want to help Mr Drexler? He's getting too big for his britches." Ivan took another bow as the company broke up.

"Sorry, Ivan," Mona said as she bounded on stage.

"That's all right," he answered, " I forgot to put spastic on my resume'.

"I can fix you up right now, if you'd like," Mona answered. Ivan made a sweeping motion with his arm, pointing the way back stage. Mona made a "thank you , sir" nod and preceded down the hallway backstage past the dressing rooms to her shop.

In the hallway Ivan felt himself shoved aside as Rachel elbowed her way past he and Mona to catch up to Richard who had been walking ahead of them. "Sean," she blurted out, "can I trouble you to go over a few things?"

"Well, of course," the actor smiled, eyeing her panting bosom, "There are lots of things we can go over...and over....and over."

"Oh you," she laughed and smacked his arm before hooking it with her own and entering his dressing room.

The next door was the seamstress's room and as they entered, Ivan joked, "I think our 'Frederick' has some interest in his 'Mabel'."

"I know what he's interested in," Mona replied, cupping her hands a few inches from her chesty and jiggling her fingers up and down in a simulation of Rachel's full breasts.

"Maybe so, maybe so." Ivan answered.

"If you stand on that stool," Mona continued," I'll take your measurements. Ivan stepped on to the stool as Sean's voice came through the thin wall.

Oh, is there not one maiden's breast
which does not feel the moral beauty
of making worldly interest
subordinate to sense of duty

Rachel's dulcet tones answered as Mona reached around Ivan's waist to measure him, her long brown hair brushing against his chest.

Alas, there's not one maiden breast
which seems to feel the moral beauty
of making worldly interest
subordinate to sense of duty

Mona turned to a nearby table to write her measurements on a pad as Sean's unintelligible voice was muffled by the wall. Rachel's higher oice was more easily heard. "Sean.........stop it............oh please, stop.........Oh"

Moan looked up at Ivan and rolled her eyes as she measured the outside of his leg from his waist to his ankle.

"OH Sean..........you're so naughty.............Oh God........Oh........Oh, yesssssssssss"

Seeing Mona's neck redden a bit, Ivan began to recite from Samuel's part as she wrote down the second number.

For today our pirate 'prentice
rises from indentures freed
Strong his arm, and keen his scent is
He's a pirate now indeed

Mona's shoulders shook in laughter as she replied,

here's good luck to Frederick's virtues
Frederick's out of his indentures

"Oh Sean.........Yesssssssssss..........Oh.....that's so good"

Despite himself, Ivan felt himself harden, his shaft growing down his pantleg against his groin.

"Oh, God, it's so big............oh yes, yes........"

Ivan continued, trying to relax himself

Two and twenty now he's rising

"I'll say" retorted Mona as she knelt to measure his inseam

and done he's fit to fly

Ivan inhaled as Mona's hand raised up his inner leg to his fly

which we're bent on signalizing
with unusual revery

"Oh yes.........yes........ give it to me" Rachel screamed around Sean's rising grunts, "Fuck me good, baby, fuck me good."

Holding the tape measure against his thighs, the back of Mona's hand brushed against Ivan's erect shaft. "Oh, my," he heard her whisper.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Mona #2

The noises became more and more difficult to ignore.
Rachael’s talents certainly preceded her, but at the rate she and Sean were going at it the whole chorus would soon be stampeding back in here and demanding an encore.

“”Two and twenty now he's rising “

Mona did not dare hazard a glance upwards knowing that she would see Ivan’s eyes dancing with amusement and his sardonic smile once more.

"I'll say"

Was her non-committal response as she tried to concentrate and willed the flushing in her cheeks to subside.
It wasn’t that she was at all prudish about sex … far from it…
It was just impossible not to … overhear … and … imagine … what was going on the other side of those flimsy walls.
Besides … voyeurism had never appealed to her.
Mona much preferred action to observation.

” … and done he's fit to fly …
which we're bent on signalizing
with unusual revery “

Mona chuckled at the apt quotation from the opening scene and moved closer determined to get this inner leg measurement as quickly as possible.

"Oh yes.........yes........ give it to me"

Mona froze as the vocalisations from next door reached crescendo pitch.

"Fuck me good, baby, fuck me good."

Mona shook her head a bemused smile on her face.
So much for pure innocent Mabel!
Rachel sure wasn’t going in for method acting for this production.
Annoyed with herself for allowing the distraction to get in the way of her work, Mona turned her attention back to the torn trousers.

"Oh, my,"

In one glance, her eyes had both taken in the extent of the damage to the pants she had created and the sight of Ivan’s raging hardon; His member had now reached such a proportion t that it was straining at the material of his mercifully in tact crotch.

Slowly Mona raised her eyes to Ivan, arching an eyebrow.

“Ivan … isn’t it enough that you’ve wrecked those pants at the back … without bursting out of the front too?”

Her voice was softly teasing as she held his eye and moved a hand to brush against his crotch.
(God he was so big .. so hard… !)
She heard his sharp intake of breath.
It was clear that the contact had been deliberate, but she gave continued matter of factly discussing his costume.

”You’ve not only split the seams at the back, but you’ve torn the material … “

Her hand moved over his britches, tracing the seam along his hip, thigh and across his buttocks.
She schooled her expression with difficulty.

She had watched him rehearse … act … cavort around … and now she felt for herself the muscular outline of the body that was now barely contained in those torn pants.
She lowered her eyes once more.
She couldn’t let him see her attraction to him … yet ...

”I’m not sure if I can patch them up. It’s going to take some work.

She told him, her voice holding a hint of amusement as she scolded him.
Role of nagging wardrobe Mistress was a perfect cover!

”Even then, they’d never make it through the “catlike tread” scene …”

The tone was conversational, business like almost.

Composure once more in tact, Mona allowed her eyes to continue to carefully assess Ivan’s “costume” as he stood on the stool.
Under her wordless scrutiny they became belatedly aware that the couple next door had reached their peak and that now all had gone silent.

”Sooo … what do you suggest..?”

Ivan’s question prompted Mona to look up.
His eyes twinkled.
The question was straightforward enough and yet held a hint of …
Was he referring to the costume … or …?

The sound of the door banging shut disturbed them once more.
They could hear the sound of Rachael’s giggles then her exclamation.

”God … the place is empty! We’re gonna miss lunch!
Hurry up Sean! You know fucking always gives me an appetite!”

Footsteps moved quickly away and then all was silent again.

”I know what she means …”

Again Ivan’s comment drew Mona’s eyes to his.

”I noticed …”

She retorted with a suggestive glance back down at Ivan’s only slightly-reduced bulge.

”But just because you’re … hungry … doesn’t mean you’ll get … fed .. now does it Ivan?”

Mona opened gave him a wide-eyed innocent look, her expression belying the suggestive nuances of her words.

”But if I’ve an … appetite ..?”

Mona chuckled at Ivan’s words, his interest now clear.

"It depends on who ... or what ... you have an appetite for Ivan ... "

Mona gave him a demure smile and took her hands away from his body.

"A Pirate King ... would definitely be to my taste ... "

A hint of pink tongue flicked across her lips in anticipation.
Berating herself for allowing her gaze to trail admiringly down his body, Mona continued smoothly:

"But ... perhaps spoiled Prima Donnas are more your thing...."

There she had said it.
She had managed to signal her .. interest ... and yet left him with an easy get out.

Smiling she stood slowly to her feet, crossed the room and locked the door.
Turning she stood with her back to it.
She flashed him a sultry smile and laughed at his expression.

”For privacy … I need to get your pants off …”

She explained smoothly.

Comprehension dawned as he joined in her laughter.
She took a playful step forward.

”Now … are you going to cumm willingly … ?“

She quipped meeting his grin with her own.

 

[Subo97]

Ivan

post #2

........perhaps spoiled prima donna's are more your thing... Ivan barked a sarcastic laugh. It was no coincedence that Rachel had pursued and bedded her lead and not one of her supporting classs. Ivan did not begrudge Sean his reward, but did not envy the lad's future either.


Ivan watched Mona rise and walked to the door, most particularly thte way her hips swayed under her black skirt. She locked the door and turned to lean against it, hands crossed behind her back. Ivan's eyes must have widened because her lips curved in a sultry smile under the flash of her dark eyes.

for privacy, I need to get your pants off Ivan laughed along with her and she stepped forward.

now, are you going to cum willingly?

"well, if i cum at all, it'll be willingly," Ivan joked back.

"Ooh, sure of ourselves aren't we?" she retorted, hands on her hips as she strode straight up to him.

"Well, I am a Pirate King, you know. Better be careful or I'll loot, pillage and plunder you." Ivan slid his right hand around her waist and his left hand up her back, looking down at her. Her scent rose up to greet him and under his hand, Ivan felt the outline of the bra underneath her embroidered blouse.

Mona leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest and whispered to him, the breath of her words flowing over his lips. "But what if I'm an orphan? You know the Pirate King would never plunder an orphan."

"Did you say orphan or often?" Ivan said and slid his hand to the small of her back and pressed her more tightly to him. she took a minute step forward, sliding one leg slightly between his and pressing her thigh against his hardness. "I might not plunder an orphan," he quipped, but I just might plunder you often."

"Well, when you put it that way," she smiled, sliding one hand up to the back of his head, "I think 'often' is much better than 'orphan'." Thier lips met and lingered, both of them confident and hungry. Ivan's fingers spread apart and stroked the upper curves of her ass as Mona probed his mouth with her tongue and grasped his hair more tightly in her fingers. His tongue entwined with hers and he slid his hand over the curve of her breast. A purr vibrated in her throat and she moved her thigh against his hardness before she broke the kiss and leaned back.

"Didn't I tell you to take your pants off?"

"Well, I believe you did," he winked and undid his belt to set his sword aside. As Ivan unbuttoned his pants, Mona stepped over to the large sewing table and pulled her blouse over her head, revealing the black bra she wore underneath. When she truned, Ivan laughed as she revealed a skull and crossbones embroidered over each breast. "Now, that's what I call a 'Jolly Roger'," Ivan smiled and let his pants drop to his ankles.

Mona's eyes widened at the sight of the tent in his silk boxers and she leaned back on her elbows against the table. "Care to be as jolly as Roger?" she quipped.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Mona - post # 3

Mona grinned as she watched Ivan walking towards her.
His words teased her as his eyes roamed over her body.

” When I sally forth to seek my prey
I help myself in a royal way.”

She gurgled with laughter and then squealed as he yanked her voluminous skirt upwards exposing her creamy thighs.
Her eyes danced, his pursuit adding to her arousal.

” You lift a few more skirts, it's true,
Than a well-bred monarch ought to do;”

Mona quipped in reply.
She rocked her hips teasingly as she felt Ivan’s hands moving higher and higher, grazing the sensitivity of her thighs.

” But many a king on a first-class throne,
If he wants a captive all his own,"

She gasped as his fingers grazed and teased.
Her body shivered as she lay exposed to his sensual touch.

"Must manage somehow to get through
More dirty work than e'er I do,”

Mona chuckled turned on by Ivan’s words and the territorial way he was pulling her skirt higher and higher.

”Mmmmm…. dirty huh?

She asked in sultry tones.

She watched as his head dipped and moved upwards between her thighs, lashing each thigh in turn with a long wet lick.

"Uummmm... Yesss… “

She breathed, then gasped as his teeth nipped gently before planting a hot kiss upon her newly exposed piratic panties.

She heard Ivan chuckle and resume his song;

” Oh, better far to live and die
Under the brave black flag you fly,”

Ivan sang, his hot breath making her quiver as he licked across the skull and cross bones motif of her rapidly dampening panties.

”Than play a sanctimonious part
With a pirate head … “

His mouth enveloped her panty clad sex and sucked deeply eliciting a sharp gasp from Mona.

” … and a pirate heart…”

Mona’s body trembled uncontrollably as Ivan raised his head and moved his mouth to encompass and suck first one breast and then the other.

”Ohhh… God… ummmm….. “

Mona reached out unwilling to allow Ivan to move away from her straining bosom.
Firmly she pulled his head back to her.
She laced her hands through his hair as he obliged her by resuming his attentions.
Submitting to the ministrations of his hot wet tongue, Mona gasped in surprise as Ivan closed his teeth around the fabric of one bra cup and yanked it downwards, exposing one rosy tipped peak.
A tremor ran through Mona's body as Ivan's mouth lowered to suck and bite at her exposed breast.
Encouraged by her responsive moan, Ivan released her, looking into her eyes with a predatory smirk, before moving his head to pull at the fabric once more to cause more of her creamy flesh to tumble free in readiness for his hungry mouth.

"Mine ..."

He growled as he pillaged her sensitive orbs.
Higher and higher, her moans rose as he feasted on her.

”Ohhhh… God... yee… yesssss…Ivan... ahhhh....!”

Mona cried out as Ivan moved his hands to cup her ass firmly.
Pinned helplessly she was held fast as against the creaking table as he ground his crotch against her sensitive mound.
Imprisoned thus, Mona could barely rock her hips in response as Ivan humped her and devoured her heavily sensitive breasts.

He was driving her crazy.
Her body was building and tensing.
Sensing her approaching orgasm and wanting to hold off longer, Mona reached down suddenly and yanked at one of Ivan’s hands, freeing his hold on her rounded rocking ass.

”I’m … hungry … too … “

She managed to gasp before drawing his hand upwards towards her mouth. Her lips pouted and circled a finger, greedily sucking it into her mouth.

”MMMmmmmmm”

She moaned around it as she threw her head back releasing Ivan’s hand, enabling him to fill her mouth, to set a pace to satisfy her avaricious hunger.

With a pop, Ivan released her breasts, raising his head to watch the erotic workings of her mouth. Her breasts spilling over the bunched up fabric of her bra rose and fell as she rocked her hips encouragingly against Ivan’s rock hard shaft and hauled her legs upwards, lodging her heels upon the table in wanton invitation. A smothered moan escaped her lips as she felt the fingers of Ivan’s other hand slip into her panties and then into her warm moist depths.

She lay there, legs splayed, skirt bunched about her waist, giving Ivan’s fingers full access to probe and push as she welcomed them into her pussy, the strokes moving in time with the fingers in her mouth.

”And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King…”

Ivan intoned as he finger fucked her to a frenzy.

 

[Subo97]

Ivan

Post #3

And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Pirate King

"I've found my treasure," Ivan whispered hoarsely as He twisted his hand and screwed his finger into Mona's warm and wet channel.

"Mmmmmmm, hmmmm," she answered around her fingerr, sucking it in and out of her mouth while pushing her pelvis up to meet his probing hand. Her tongue swirled around his finger, even as she held it fast in her lips. Ivan curled his finger inside Mona to caress her inner walls, stopping when he found a spot that made her hips twitch even more and remained there, stroking that sensitive spot. He watched her knuckles whiten as she gripped the table harder, heard her moan louder around his finger and felt the table vibrate as her hips shook with her first release.

He pulled on his upper hand and it released with a "pop". Mona exhaled and then made a soft cry of dissappointment as he pulled his other hand out of her panties, but sighed again as he placed both hands on her hips and pulled the black panties off and replaced her feet on the table to splay herself open once again.

"Hail Poetry, thou heav'n born maid! Thou gildest e'en the pirate's trade Mona giggled first at his reference, then moaned as he lowered his head to her wantonly displayed loins.

"Oh, yessssss," she exhaled as she felt his breath against her tender lower lips.

Hail! Flowing fount of sentiment. All hail! All hail! Divine emollient!"

"Oh, hail yes!" Mona cried out as Ivan's lips pressed against her wetness. Ivan's hands slid up across her ribs to hold her breasts as he licked up and down her wet slit, pausing at the bottom to insert the point of his tongue between them before sliding it upwards, opening her to his tongue. When he reached her clit, Ivan closed his lips around the tiny swollen nub and held it gently as his tongue swirled round and round, then began whipping back and forth. whether from the flicking of his tongue or the rolling of her nipples in his fingers, Mona released the table and grabbed Ivan's hair in her hands, grinding her hips forward against his face, holding him against against her as she came the second time.

Falling back after a long shudder, Mona lay gasping for a few moments before she felt and heard the creaking of the table. Looking down the length of her body, between her breasts, she saw Ivan kneeling on the edge of the table, straddling her thighs, his rampantly aroused cock pointing straight at her. She licked her lips as he crawled upward, the tip of his cock brushing her breast, leaving a thin line of precum fom the middle of her cleavage to her hard nipple.

"Your King still boldy stalks the maiden with sword drawn," Ivan smiled.

"I see," Mona answered, reaching out with one hand to curl her fingers around his cock. "Can you wield it as well as your dagger of a tongue?. Now what shall we do with this sword?" Glancing to the side, Mona smiled and reached over for her measuring tape. She placed it first around his cock to measure his girth, then along the length. "Oh my!" she whispered, "That is a royal sword."

"So, you're ready to surrender, then," Ivan asked with a smile.

"Not a chance, Pirate King," Mona said, pulling his cock to her lips, "You're ass is mine."

 

[Subo97]

bump

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

*Thank you Subo*

I know I owe you ... sorry I lost this ...

I'll try to make it up to you hun ...

*smiles*

Planning my next now ...

{{{{huggles}}}

Mari x


PS: Thanks for the inspirational PM!!!

 

[Subo97]

OOC

Special thanks to the lovely Delicious Maiden, my erotic Diva of G&B.

My next guest is Arioso, fellow Rooftop denizen and home decorator extraordinaire.

IC:Ivan

As the CD drew to a close and all the playerrs froliced off into Victorian bliss, Ivan finished his drink and returned Mona's personal salute to piracy to the drawer. "Poor Wandering One" had never been hummed so sweetly and to such effect.

Using the remote, Ivan switched from the CD player to the TV, scrolling through the channels, discarding reality shows, arguing spin masters and witty chefs before an episode of "Cops" caught his eye. "Bad boys, bad boys..." Ivan laughed. What about bad girls?, he thought and edged his way over to the drawer containing his trophies. There they were: panties, red panties, a warning if ever he had seen one and a reminder of the price he had had to pay.

The first time he had seen Little Jo she had been runing down the street pursued by a bear of a man. Though younger by decades, the young girl seemed to be steadily losing ground. Ivan had been slowing down to pull his bike into a local dive in pursuit of a drink when the girl had burst through the door and began running down the street trailed by an angry biker from the bar. He chased after her, fists clenched at the end of meaty arms pumping up and down as he ran. In her own hand, the girl held a man's wallet as she raced up the street.

Instead of parking his bike at the bar, Ivan had followed the pair up the street, watching and listening as the man slowly gained on her and repeatedly screamed through clenched teeth just exactly what he was going to do once he caught her.

In time they both began to slow down but the young girl was clearly losing the race. She had obviously stolen the wallet and Ivan was about to help the man apprehend her when the man suddenly pulled a knife and began to obscenely describe what he was about to do to the girl. Shaking his head in anticipated regret, Ivan gunned the bike and sped past the man to catch up to the girl. "Come on..get on," he yelled at her and stopped in front of her. The girl stopped and looked back. "It's either me or him, girl," Ivan had hollered and the girl chose him, leaping on the back of the bike as the man and his knife got dangerously closer. Ivan twisted the throttle and pulled away from the man who ran only a few steps more before stopping, bending over and clasping his knees.

A block away Ivan pulled to a stop and the girl jumped off. "Thanks, mister," she cried, "you saved my ass." Ivan's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. His other hand closed on the wallet.

"I don't like to see anybody sliced," he said, "But you don't get the wallet." She swore at him as he made the u-turn and sped back towards the biker. Ivan tossed the wallet at the surprised man as he drove by and never expected to see the girl again.

"Police man give you no break, soldier man give you no break..." Ivan smilled and ran his finger across the lacy edge of the panties, remembering the soft feel of her skin as he did so.

The second time he had seen Little Jo was a few weeks later. Normally he never picked up hitch-hikers and nearly passed her by until he recognized his ersatz partner in crime. In his truck that second time, he pulled over just past her and waited for her to run up to the passenger door. Ivan leaned over and opened the door for her and said nothing as she slid into the front seat. "Thanks," she started to say, "I'm just trying to get downtown.........." Ivan laughed at the expression on her face. she looked so funny with her jaw wide open looking at him.

OOC: take it away, Arioso.

 

[Arioso]

Jolene/Little Jo - #1

"A lark?"

"Yeah, sure, absolutely."

"Hold on....You're telling me that you get yourself into situations where you might end up with a slashed face and several broken bones courtesy an angry biker just for a lark??"

"Well, see, it's like this..."

The conversation had gotten much livelier once Jolene had snapped out of her astonished gape and laughed at the strange karma that had landed her a ride with her unknown hero for yet a second time. But, as she tried to explain to the guy -- Ivan, he'd said his name was -- it was interesting, chance happenings like this that kept her at this strange -- and yes, probably unsafe -- private game that she liked to play.

"It started as an accident...I went to the beach with some friends from college during spring break, and they just up and left me there. Completely forgot I wasn't in the car with them on the ride back. And I was broke -- flat broke, no credit cards, nada...I was about to call my parents when this trucker offered me a ride, and I was just crazy enough to take it," the lively brunette explained, shifting in her seat so she could look at Ivan while she chattered away.

"So you got a taste for hitching," he prompted, not disapprovingly, but in a manner that suggested he found the whole situation intriguing.

"Kinda...it wasn't really the ride that did it. It was after. See, when I finally made it back home, none of my friends believed it. They thought I just called mom and dad, because that's what nice suburban girls like me do. And yeah, everyone was telling me I was also too smart to do a DUMB thing," she rolled her green eyes for emphasis, "like hitchhike. And it just hit me..their lives were totally scripted. MY life was totally scripted. Anything that fell outside of the go-to-college, get-a-white-collar-job, get-married, get-a-house, have-kids script couldn't possibly happen because I was a nice-girl-from-a-good-family."

Ivan chuckled and shook his head in bemusement. "So you go to all this trouble to be...what, a bad girl?"

Jolene regarded him for a moment. She liked studying people, liked the little quirks of personality that surfaced in someone she met on one of her "adventures", and right now, it was Ivan's voice and his easygoing manner that struck her. He hadn't exactly made a pass at her, but his voice had been shaded by something mildly sinful, like chocolate, when he'd teased her about being a bad girl. And just like that, something hung in the air -- a hint, a suggestion.

He was handsome...older than she was used to, but handsome.

"It's not really about being bad," Jolene answered thoughtfully, resting her elbow on a jean-clad knee as she cradled her chin in one palm. "I guess it's just about taking that path less traveled... doing something unplanned, unexpected. After all, anyone can be a bad girl...all you have to do is go to New Orleans and shake your tits for some Mardi Gras beads, and you'll end up in a video."

This earned a burst of hearty laughter from Ivan, whose eyes wrinkled up in mirth at her blunt remark. He cast a sideways glance at the tomboyish young woman in the passenger seat -- looking like she belonged on a ranch with her blue jeans, white tee shirt, denim jacket, requisite cowboy boots and brown hair plaited in a braid. Well, why not play along?

"Anyone can, huh? So...I could be a bad girl?" he challenged, before switching to a falsetto and chirping, "Ooooh, I want to go to Bourbon Street and paaaaaa-rtyyyyyy. Do you think there will be any boys there?"

Jolene shook, she was giggling so hard. Okay, so this guy was cool...he had a sense of humor.

"Okay, okay, touché -- not anyone."

The truck rumbled on toward the city and Jolene listened raptly to some of Ivan's stories about his own adventures. She was glad that his own life had been so interesting, because the tales would give her plenty to think about while she spent the night waiting down at the bus terminal where she'd asked him to drop her.

She glanced at her wristwatch -- a trophy she'd kept from a guy she'd hustled at pool once. Yup...last bus left about 45 minutes ago. Looks like she'd be benching it in the terminal until the early bird bus in the morning.

"So, how did you get the name Little Jo?"

Ivan's question drew a sly smile to her face. Jolene bit her lip to keep from breaking into a full-on, shit-eating grin while she debated whether or not to tell him the truth.

The polite explanation she usually gave was that she was only 5'2" tall, and so everyone called her Little Jo.

Feeling just devilish enough to see how Ivan would react to the truth, she fixed her eyes on the road ahead and answered with deceptive lightness, "Well, my high school boyfriend was named Joe, and he thought I was pretty good at taking care of Little Joe..."

Round One to you, dear Subo....

 

[Subo97]

Ivan

#1

"Well, my high school boyfriend was named Joe and he thought I was pretty good at taking care of Little Joe

Ivan chuckled, as much at her feigned insousiance as at her story. "So, how did Joe ever let an attentive treasure like you slip away?"

Her chin rose slightly in defiance. "he didn't 'Let' me slip away, 'Letting' didn't have a damned thing to do with it."

"I can see that," Ivan smiled, "Good for you. But then, 'Big Joe' might have been harder to walk away from."

Jolene giggled, holding one finger under her nose against her upper lip. "yeah, or at least I'da been walking funny when I walked away." Ivan winked.

As they neared the bus station, Little Jo reached for her pack, arching her back and causing her breasts to strain against her tshirt. Her white cotton clad beasts pushed out past her denim jacket as it fell open to the sides. Stifling the urge to offer her a back rub, Ivan said,"It's going to be a long, boring night. Why don't you let me buy you some dinner before I drop you off?"

"I'm not dressed for dinner," she answered, "not that I want to be."

"You are where we're going," he said lightly, "What do you have to lose? If I wanted to hurt you, I could have handed you over to the biker..." she looked at him out of the corner of her eye, "...or the cops." Her left eyebrow arched at that and a glint flashed in her eye.

"Is that a threat?"

"No, I don't make threats." Ivan said, "Besides I don't think you repond well to threats."

"Got that right."

A few minutes later, after some twists and turns, Ivan pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. "You're kidding!" she exclaimed, "Bubba Lou's Bodacious Barbecue?"

"What's the matter?" he laughed, "not 'man' enough?"

"Okay," she said, tossing her braid, "Now you asked for it."

"Oh, I never ask for it," he shot back with a wink, "It just kinda comes natural."

When they got out of the truck, she bolted to the lead and walked up to the door, slim hips swaying and her ass undulating in her tight jeans. Poor little Joe, he thought, that's gotta be one sad cowboy.

They had to wait in line for a few minutes to get their seats. In front of them, a late middle aged couple went through a verbal dance, the woman fussing about what he should and shouldn't eat, the husband deflecting her admonishments with a string of "Yes, dear"s. Ivan took the moment to stand close behind Joline, studying the braid that hung down her back. Who had braided them, he thought, and how would she look with her hair spread out across her back....or hanging down upon his chest.

The waitress showed them to a booth and Ivan ordered a couple beers, chuckling when she insisted on seeing Joline's ID. The girl's eyes shot daggers at Ivan as she pulled out her wallet. "See," she sneered, "I'm legal."

"I can see that," he said as the waitress walked away. "Now, give me the other wallet."

"What wallet?" she asked, eyes as big as saucers.

"The one you took from the old gentleman in line," Ivan said, leaning his elbow on the table and holding out his hand.

"Damn," she said, reaching into her bag, pulling out the wallet and slapping it inot his hand. "This is getting to be an inconvenient habit."

Ivan slid out of the booth. "Try not to steal too many of the blue packets while I'm gone." he said, smiling when Joline stuck her tongue out at him. "Careful," he said, "some men might take that as an invitation." Her eyes rolled in response.

The older couple were effusive in their thanks when Ivan returned the wallet, offering to pay for all their dinners. "No thanks," Ivan told them, "The young lady actually found it and I'd like to get credit for the meal myself." The woman looked perplexed, but the man gave Ivan a knowing smile.

The beers had arrived when Ivan returned to the booth. "A toast," he said, raising his frosted stein, "To the honest life."

 

[Arioso]

Little Jo - #2

Would he bite?

Maybe just hard enough...

When Jolene had initially climbed into Ivan's truck, she hadn't planned on trying to get herself a bed for the night. But as their innocent flirtations continued throughout the meal, the thought of seducing this man, who treated her with a strange blend of paternal concern and simmering male interest, grew more and more appealing. Appealing enough that Jolene couldn't resist the temptation to sweeten the bait and wait to see if Ivan would take it.

Of course, it didn't hurt that the messy nature of their meal itself provided ample opportunities for the casual touch that could mean something more...

Ivan was in the midst of recounting a few rather colorful anecdotes about acting experiences he'd had when a stray smear of barbecue sauce just beneath his lip lured Jo's fingers across the table. There was a curious pause as Ivan watched her reaching out to him. A breathless moment of promise as she wiped up the tangy sauce with her greasy fingers and held them a scarce whisper away from his mouth.

Just as Ivan began to part his lips, Jolene grinned mischievously and pulled her hand away. His eyes narrowed at the implied challenge as she licked the sauce from her own fingers, deliberately swirling her tongue in lazy strokes around the tips until all traces of the sauce were gone.

"The sauce is the best part," she shrugged.

Ivan's eyes smoldered and his face twitched briefly as he tamed the smirk that threatened to break free. "This stealing thing is compulsive with you, isn't it?"

This earned an arched eyebrow.

"Stealing? What, just because I wiped up a little smudge of sauce?"

"You took something that hadn't been offered."

Jolene leaned forward slightly and locked her gaze with Ivan's. "So, if I'd asked if I could taste your sauce first, then it would have been okay?"

A slow grin curled across his handsome face. "Maybe."

They savored the tension that lingered between them for a moment, then as if by an unspoken truce they eased back into their meals, heartily tucking into succulent ribs, steaming baked potatoes and bitter greens.

When both of them had almost cleaned their plates, a rich, red glob of sauce dripped off of Jolene's last rib and landed on the front of her white tee shirt.

"You go ahead and clean up in the ladies' room," Ivan suggested. "I'll get the check."

Jolene's face lit up in delight at the kind gesture. "You sure?"

Ivan nodded and chuckled, "Go on. I'm offering."

As she rose from the table, Jolene bowed briefly and gave a playful flourish with her hand. "Ah, well then thank you, sir."

In the restroom, Jolene did her best to scrub the reddish stain from her shirt, but only managed to get it to fade to a pale rusty amber. However, repeated wiping with wet paper towels also left a considerable wet patch on her thin cotton tee. When Jo looked at her reflection in the mirror, she saw translucent fabric clinging to the curve of her left breast, revealing the dusky shadow of her areola and the tight bud of her nipple.

A giddy murmur quivered through her veins. How would Ivan react? He'd definitely given her a few looks...but he was also acting like a gentleman.

There was only one way to find out. Jolene strode back out into the corridor with her jeans jacket unbuttoned as it had been all night. Whether it was the cool air in the restaurant or the heady thrill of anticipation, she felt her tender nubbins of flesh strain achingly tight as she approached their table.

 

[Subo97]

Ivan

#2

In just crossing the short distance from the Ladies room to the cashier's station, Little Jo and her wet t-shirt caught the eye and changed the lives of three men.

Young Billy Craddock, the busboy, stared as Jo passed him, the hard tip of her left breast and it's dark halo visible under the wet cotton, her right nipple hard and only barely less visible. Leaving his bus tray lying at an unfinished booth, Billy rushed to the employees restroom in search of his stashed Penthouse, only to find his personal library pilfered. Driven by dissappointment and excitement, Billy overcame his fears and mustered enough courage to ask Elly Jenkins, the waitress, for a date. By the end of the night, Elly had taught Billy to boldly go where no busboy had gone before.

Bubba Lou Carson came out of the kitchen just in time to see Little Jo pass. His eyes never left the perfect curve of Jo's breast as it jiggled in time with her steps. The memory lingered through the night and inspired Bubba to give his wife, Essie, a plowing they had both forgotten he was capable of. essie, in turn, left Bubba with nail scratches on his behind that took three weeks to heal and canceled her appointment with the budget divorce lawyer at the flea market.

Ivan benefitted the most. The closer Jo got, the more perfect her breasts appeared, her t-shirt nearly transparent against her skin. "Keep the change," he said, never even looking at the cashier as he paid the bill. Barely able to tear his eyes away from Jo's chest, he forced himself to look upward to discover her smile and twinkling eyes. Pointedly, she had not buttoned her jacket and in Ivan's experience, such things were rarely accidental.

Placing his hand gently on her back, Ivan guided Jolene to and through the door. As they walked to the truck, his eyes were irresistably drawn to the movement of her breasts under the wet shirt. After opening her door for her, Ivan waited until Jo climbed into the truck and closed it behind her. Starting up the truck, he turned to her. "As delightful as you look," he said, "I don't think I should drop you at the bus station looking like that."

"Like what?" she teased, drawing her breath and causing her breasts to rise.

"Look," he said, "You're alone and it's night. Even a girl..."

"Woman," she retorted.

"Even a Woman ," he continued, "Even a woman with fast hands and a sense of adventure has to be careful. Why don't you come up to my place and change our clothes before you leave?"

"Oh, no problem," she laughed and leaned over to rummage in her pack, pulling out a dry t-shirt. "It's dark out," she said, tugging off her denim jacket. "I'll just change here." Crossing her arms and grabbing the hem of her shirt, Jolene lifted her tee qand pulled it off her body and over her head.

Opening the bottom of her fresh shirt, she looked mischieviously out of the corner of her eye, then turned quizzical. "You're not shocked."

"I don't shock easily," he answered, taking in the view that was offered him. "Delighted would be a better word."

"I can tell," she smiled, glancing demurely at his lap before looking up to catch his eye. "Now what?"

Ivan reached out his hand without speaking and placed it against her cheek. He let it rest there for a moment, brushing her lips wti his thumb before lowering down her neck and across the upper slope of her breast.

 

[Arioso]

So he did bite, after all...

Jolene discovered that to her delight scarcely five minutes after she brazenly peeled off her tee. She'd figured, why not? The worst he could do was kick her out of his truck, and since her original plans for the evening had involved waiting at the bus terminal for the next bus out of town, she'd be breaking even.

But Ivan seemed more interested in sending shivers down her spine than in sending her on her way.

His hands blanketed her naked breasts with such warmth and tender caresses that Jo moaned into his mouth and tried her damndest to swallow his tongue. Their kisses grew heated...lips fiercely pressing together and slanting open...until Jo got her first, delicious taste of Ivan's teeth. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and slowly bit down, tugging insistently and digging ever so lightly into her full, pouty flesh.

Jolene's nipples nearly burst, they felt so hard. In the span of a heartbeat, they shot from pleasantly swollen to deliriously throbbing, chiseled marble. Sweet darlin', but where did this guy learn to kiss like that? Ivan picked up on the change immediately: at the insistent nudge of her rigid, fleshy peaks against his palms, he gave a few, last squeezes before kissing his way down her neck...past her clavicle...and toward the velvety swell of her breast.

If she'd been impressed with how he kissed, she was utterly swept away by what this man's lips and tongue could do to a nipple.

"Ohhh...ohhhHHHGOD!!!" she groaned, feeling the flush of lust burn through her skin from head to toe as she arched her chest up toward Ivan's hungry mouth.

Her panties were soaked.

They had to come off. Now.

But as Jolene fumbled with her jeans, Ivan drew back and stayed her hand. It gave her a little satisfaction to see that he looked just as flushed as she felt.

"No...not here...we're going to do this the right way," he insisted, grinning slyly at her as his eyes took in one more sweeping, appreciative glance before he shifted the truck into gear and pulled out of their parking space...

 

[Subo97]

Ivan

#3

Ivan reluctantly pulled his head away from the feast that Jo had arched into his mouth. He stilled her hand with his own, preventing her from undoing her jeans. "No...not here...we're going to do this the right way," Her breasts rose and fell with a deep intake of breath as he pulled into the night, her dusky nipples hard and glistening with his saliva.

Quickly donning the fresh t-shirt, Jo slid over against Ivan, pressing her breasts against his arm. Her left hand played with the hair at the nape of his neck and her right hand brushed his chest as she breathed into his ear. "Mmmmm, you have a nice touch," she whispered, her warm, moist breath flooding his ear, "I'm not used to guys stopping, once they get started."

"You deserve better than a quick mauling," Ivan answered, patting her knee. "We'll have more time and space at my apartment."

"Ooh, sounds comfy," she purred and rubbed herself against Ivan as he drove. Jo moved her hand lower and rubbed her palm across the bulge in his jeans. "Nice," she whispered, "Very nice." Pulling up to a red light, Ivan turned his head and kissed her again, tongue sliding into her mouth, probing for hers. She responded, wrapping her tongue around his, moving her hand up and down the length of his arousal. He gave her breast a soft squeeze before drawing away and returning his attention to the road. Jolene buried her face in his neck, softly panting against his skin, fingers tracing the outline of his erection through the material of his jeans until he pulled into his apartment garage.

Jolene hopped out of the truck as soon as Ivan pulled into his space and he met her at the back of the vehicle. He took the backpack from her and she slid under his arm as they walked to the elevator. Ivan kissed her again as they waited for the car to descend and she returned his kisses hungrily, breaking only at the sound of the bell announcing the car's arrival. As soon as they stepped inside the empty car, Ivan dropped her bag, pushed his floor button and pulled her to him. This time his mouth found her neck and his hands moved up to her breasts, thumbs brushing across her hard nipples. As the elevator began to rise, Ivan lifted the white cotton shirt over her breasts and lowered his mouth to her succulent flesh.

 

[Arioso]

Little Jo #4

Ohhh yesssss...

Jolene's entire body felt tingly and light, as if she was about to rise, rise, rise up until her toes left the floor and she floated away. Ivan's soft, warm lips on her breasts were driving her to sweet delirium, but it was more than that. Although the moist tug of his lips around her swollen, puckered nipples sent steady pulses of desire coursing in fiery bursts straight to the depths of her sex and left her groaning as he nursed, Jo really shivered because of the way he caressed the soft swell of her breasts as he suckled. Sometime, somewhere, Ivan had learned the true art of worshipping a woman's breast, and he left no patch of flesh untouched.

The feel of his palms gliding over her velvety skin and hefting the ample weight of her tits as he suckled and nibbled at her ripe, straining buds was so heavenly, that Jolene didn't even notice when the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. That is....she didn't notice until a deep, rumbling clearing of a throat reached her ears through the haze of pleasure.

Jolene's eyes dreamily creaked open to spy a gray-haired man, perhaps in his 60s, staring at the amorous couple from the hallway where he waited patiently to be able to enter the lift. He seemed in no real hurry...and his eyes fixated hungrily on Jolene's chest, drinking in the sight of her flushed nipples slick and glistening with Ivan's saliva.

"This is my floor," Ivan chuckled as he helped her ease her tee shirt back down and led her out of the elevator.

The bemused tone in his voice as he greeted his neighbor -- obviously someone he knew -- suggested to Jolene that the two of them had a little history, perhaps a friendly rivalry, and that Ivan wasn't at all bothered at having put on a little "show" for the man, who cast one, last envious glance at them both before stepping into the elevator. Indeed, as they walked down the hall, Ivan rested his hand over her ass and gave her soft, jeans-clad cheek a possessive squeeze.

Masculine desire seemed to be hanging thick in the air, and it left Jolene feeling more than a little wet between her thighs.

No sooner were they in Ivan's apartment than she pushed him against his door, slamming it shut behind them. Jolene plastered her body against his, grinding her hips into his groin as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep, bone-melting kiss. Ivan lost no time in responding with a matching hunger, plundering her mouth with his tongue and rapidly stripping off her jacket and tee.

Jolene felt herself floating again as Ivan's strong, skillful hands slid all over her, sometimes gripping her cheeks and jaw to hold her mouth to his as he ravaged it with lips, teeth, and tongue, sometimes running along her arms and back, sometimes cupping her breasts and kneading them so sensually it drew warm, honeyed trickles of her feminine essence out of her pussy.

At some point, Ivan maneuvered her further into his apartment. Jolene was only conscious of taking blind steps, her attention focused on peeling his shirt off and scratching her fingers over the firm expanse of his back and chest. She felt the backs of her thighs press up against a firm, hard surface and realized that Ivan had backed her up to what looked like his dinner table. He began unbuttoning her jeans.

"I'm still hungry," he rasped against her mouth, his eyes hooded with lust as his gaze bore into hers.

Jolene felt him ease her jeans and panties down just enough so that they rested at mid-thigh. Then he slipped one hand between her legs and began to stroke her, burying his fingers in the slippery cleft between her tender folds. Jo clutched his upper arms and moaned, slowly digging her fingernails into his flesh as the steady pumping of Ivan's fingers built her pleasure. The juices leaked out of her, warm and syrupy, until Ivan withdrew his hand, raised it to his mouth, and sucked his fingers between his lips, tasting the rich, salty musk of her desire for him.

In about five seconds, Jolene had kicked off her boots and Ivan helped her shove her panties and jeans down and completely off. He hardly needed to guide her to lie down on the table -- she eased back willingly and spread her legs, offering him a succulent feast. Ivan sank down and devoured her cunt like a starving man. His tongue swept from the base of her slit up to the fleshy hood of her clit, wiggling and teasing around that juicy pearl until Jolene whined and gasped for mercy.

But Ivan wasn't in the mood for mercy, apparently. His thumbs nestled between her engorged lips and gently spread them apart so he could spear his tongue deep into the snug, warm cavern of her pussy. Ivan thrust his tongue in and out, fucking her relentlessly, driving her so wild that her back arched up off the table as she writhed in a frenzy. Then he slid two fingers into her slick channel and pumped, moving his mouth back to her clit so he could suck it between his teeth and squeeze, nibbling gently and tugging her intimate flesh in a sensual rhythm.

It was too much, too good: Jolene's hips bucked with a sudden burst of lust and she came, crying out loudly as her liquid depths clenched around Ivan's fingers and shuddered out a stream of feminine release. As she shivered in her daze of ecstasy, Jo could hear the gluttonous smacking sounds as Ivan licked greedily at her dripping cunt and drank down all that he could.

"Ohhh fuck..." she panted, her lungs heaving in her chest. A weak trembling took hold of all her limbs, that delicious post-orgasmic rattle that only came with the best, most exhausting sex. Jo couldn't stop herself from laughing a little giddily. Ivan had made her drunk with lust.

When at last a measure of strength returned to her, she pressed her palms against Ivan's chest and pushed him up off of her, a feral grin pulling her lips back to reveal her teeth.

"Your turn, big daddy," she purred panther-like.

Ivan let her undo his pants and ease them down to his ankles, then followed her lead as she guided him to sit in one of the straight-backed wooden chairs at the dinner table. By now, his cock was rigid and straining up, a spear of flesh that Jolene straddled and then impaled herself on. Both of them groaned sharply and clutched at each other as his meaty shaft slid home and sheathed itself deep in her tight cunt.

Jolene began to pump her hips over his lap, shivering as she felt her snug walls moving around him. Mmmm, ride 'em cowgirl!

They might eventually make it to his bedroom...but Jo was in no hurry. If they fucked each other all night, she could just sleep on the bus.

 

[Subo97]

Ivan

#4

Your turn, big daddy

At first, when Little Jo knelt to undo his pants, Ivan thought she was about to reciprocate and take him in her mouth, especially when she licked her lips as his cock sprang free of his boxers, but instead she pushed against his chest with her hand and guided him to a wooden chair. As he sat back, Little Jo straddled him and, holding him in one hand, slowly lowered herself on to him.

"Ohhh, baby," he heard her moan as he watched his cock disappear into the hot confines of her sex. A sharp gasp escaped her open lips as she sank down to encompass his whole length, impaling herself until his balls pressed against her ass. Ivan slid his hands up her back and presssed her forward a bit so he could take her breast in his mouth

"Mmmmmm, yeah, you like those baby, don'tcha," she moaned, placing her hands on his shoulders and rocking her hips back and forth.

"Mmmmm hmmmmm," Ivan mumbled in reply, his response muffled by a mouthful of succulent flesh. Easing his lips off her flesh until he held her hard nub in his lips, Ivan pulled back, stretching her nipple till it popped out of his mouth. Cupping her other breast in her hand, Jo offered it to Ivan's hungry lips, teasing the beard under his chin with her fingertips as he suckled her swollen nipple. Ivan held his hands on the small of her back as she writhed on his hardness, grinding herself in wet circles around his shaft. Her hand returned to his shoulders and her nails dug into his flesh as she twisted and rocked on his cock.

Jo bit her lower lips as she raised her feet off the floor and drove him deeper in one shuddering spasm. Abandoning his shoulders, her hands entwined themselves in his hair as she placed her heels on the rungs of the wooden chair. flexing her thighs, Jo rose up, sliding up his cock before lowering herself back down to imerse him fully once again. Over and over she bucked up and down, increasing her pace as she rode him harder and harder. Ivan's hands clenched against her back as she bounced, each up and down motion increasing the friction of her wet walls on his cock.

"That's it, baby," Ivan growled. "Ride it the way you like it."

"Oh yeah," Jo moaned in reply, her soft whisper barely interrupting the wet sounds of flesh on flesh.

Unable to stand any more, Ivan dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass and pulled her down hard against him as he raised his hips and exploded inside her. Jolene's wet walls quivered around him as his shaft throbbed inside her core.

Still holding his face against her breasts, Jolene curled her legs around Ivan's wiast and kissed the top of his head. "That was quite a ride, Cowboy," she started to purr, then gasped. "Oh, my God," she screamed as Ivan stood up, hands on her ass, his own strong thighs raising them both. Jolene's whole body quivered as Ivan carried her, impaled on his still hard cock.

Reaching the bed, Ivan layed her down, keeping his feet on the floor. Letting go of her ass, he placed his hands on either side of her head and, looking her in the eyes, began to rock his cock in and out of her. Faster and faster he drove, rocking the bed till the headboard slammed against the wall and his balls slammed against her ass. Jolenes hands dug into the sheets as her legs wrapped around Ivan's back, her full breasts bouncing with every thrust. Over and over, Ivan pumped himself into her until they were lost in animal grunts and primitive screams, clutching at each other, consuming each other until, with one final thrust forward, Ivan lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her fully as he came.

 

[Arioso]

Jolene clasped Ivan in a loose embrace and savored everything about the moment: how warm and soft his lips were as they slid languorously against hers; how his weight blanketed her; how she could feel their combined release rippling through her.

But what was truly marvelous...was that when the shuddering had quieted down, when their passion was spent, Ivan didn't stop kissing her. In fact, his kisses were getting even more tender, even more lingering.

So different from the college guys who were quick to move on as soon as they got theirs.

Jo liked it. Alot. Her lips stretched into a euphoric, dazed grin when she and Ivan finally broke their kiss to breathe. She nuzzled her cheek and nose against his and then slowly sank back into a rhythm of soft, light kisses. The intimacy left her floating as they lay together, caressing each other's backs and sliding their legs along each other, until she finally drifted to sleep in Ivan's arms.

When she awoke at dawn, Jo's first impulse was just to snuggle up against him and go back to sleep. Or maybe even see if he'd let her hang for a few days.

But she had a world of her own to get back to. Shoot, her parents still didn't know about this side of her life, that she would take off on these jaunts and live by the seat of her pants.

And so, reluctantly, she slipped out of bed and began to dress. She hunted around for her red panties but after twenty minutes of searching couldn't find them, and simply pulled on her jeans. However, her methodical hunting roused Ivan from his slumber, and as she was tucking her tee shirt into her jeans, he regarded her sleepily and murmured, "You have to go?"

"Yeah," Jolene sighed. "Wish I didn't, but mom and dad think I've just gone on a field trip that returns to campus this weekend."

Ivan chuckled deeply as he sat up and reached for her, the covers slipping down to his waist.

"Some field trip," he teased as he pulled her close and pressed a tender, morning kiss to her lips. When he drew back, he said, "Well, let me get my pants on, and I'll give you a ride to the bus station."

"Nah, don't worry about it, I can find my way," Jo protested, but Ivan was too much the gentleman to take no for an answer.

So, while she waited for him to go to the bathroom, Jo began to plot how she was going to show her appreciation for all of his generosity. That...and she pocketed a pair of his boxers as a souvenir.

It really was with the best intentions that Jolene sat close to Ivan in his truck, pressed her breasts against his chest and kissed her way along his neck while stroking her hand along the bulge beneath his jeans. She figured it would be a playful way to say thank you -- one last thrill for both of them before they said good-bye.

Of course, she didn't count on Ivan getting pulled over by a traffic cop for doing fifteen miles an hour over the speed limit while her mouth was sliding up and down his cock....

 

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Ivan

#5

It had been a perfect morning for Ivan, until the blue lights turned on behind his truck.

He would have preferred to linger in bed with Jolene for a few hours, or perhaps for a few days, but she had been insistant on leaving and Ivan was just as insistant upon getting her safely to the bus depot. Emerging from the bathroom, Ivan grabbed his jeans on, not bothering with fresh boxers. Looking in the dresser mirror, he noticed Little Jo's appraising look as he slid the jeans over his bare ass.

Ivan's neighbor, Jim Weston, did not make an appearence this trip to the elevator. Jim would be curious, given his own penchant for making love to his lady visitors on the balcony next to Ivan's. More than once, Ivan's dates had been entertained and stimulated by Jim's semi-public antics. Perhaps sometime, Ivan could return the favor.

Once in the elevator, Jo snuggled up to Ivan and he slid his hand down to squeeze her soft behind as the elevator descended to the garage. She responded with a soft purr and kissed his neck, her hand pressed above his belt buckle.

Once in the truck, Jolene snuggled up to hima gain, pressing her full breasts against his arm, returning her lips to his neck. She slid her hand down over the front of his jeans, stroking the bulge that soon resulted from her ministrations. She lay her palm against his jean covered shaft and moved it up and down, her fingertips brushing his balls. Cooing as her tongue licked his ear, she slid her hand up and deftly undid his belt and pulled his zipper down. Ivan tooka deep breath as she freed his cock from his heans and an even deeper breath when she lowered her head to lick his.

She swirled her tongue around his swollen helmet before drawing back and giving it a soft kiss. Grasping his shaft with her hand, she stroked him upward, squeezing a drop of precum to the tip, which she flicked with her tongue before sliding her lips around him. Ivan felt his shaft slide over her tongue as she lowered her head to engulf him. She increased her suction as she raised up, then released him to slide her lips up and down the side of his cock, her tongue swirling against his skin.

Ivan caressed her back, then pulled up her t-shirt to slide his hand underneath and cup her breast. He pulled on her taut little nipple as she took him again in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat with each motion downward. Ivan moaned and Jo increased her speed, her hand curling down to cup his balls.

When the blue lights of the police car came on behind them, Ivan was too far gone to stop. He engaged his turn signal to reassure the cop he had seen him and was not fleeing, but did not pull over right away. "Yes, that's it," he groaned and raised his hips, thrusting his cock into her throat. Jolene responded by sucking him greedily and lowering her mouth to engulf him entirely, humming joyfully as Ivan exploded into her throat.

Ivan pulled over and Jolene raised her head. "This isn't the bus sta........oh my" she giggled as she saw the police car pull in behind them. Ivan quickly fixed his pants as the policeman got out of his car and walked to Ivan's door.

Ivan rolled down his window and greeted the officer. "I didn't see your passenger before," the policeman said, giving Ivan and Jo a knowing look.

"I'm sorry, officer," Jolene cooed. "I drpped something on the floor and was looking for it."

"Uh-huh," the officer grunted and asked for Ivan's license. "A little fast today, aren't we?"

"Yes sir, sorry," Ivan smiled, "I was just trying to get the lady to the bus station. I guess I just got carried away."

"I can see that," the cop grunted and handed Ivan a ticket. "You'll consider this ticket well worth it then, I assume."

"Yes, sir," Ivan answered and took the ticket.

"I'm sorry," Jolene said, giggling, as the policeman walked back to the car.

"That's ok," Ivan laughed, "Like the man said, it was well worth it." Jolene kissed him on the cheek as Ivan pulled back into traffic.

At the station, Ivan stayed with Jolene until he put her on the bus, giving her a quick kiss before she bounced up the bus stairs. he was about to turn and walk away when he saw her take a window seat and wave at him. He laughed. In her hand was the pair of boxers he had worn the night before. His little thief had turned the tables on him one final time.

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Ivan smiled and returned the red panties to the drawer, wistfully wondering if Jolene had a similar tropphy case out there in the heartland.

OOC:

Thank you to Arioso for the marvelous turn as Jolene.