Thursday, October 27, 2011

Driver Ichabodbysakismurf©

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Welcome to the Love and Limousines Chain Story. Each author will be telling their own little tale of what happens in the backseat of the limousine. Each author will be using a different letter of the alphabet for the driver's name. Only time will tell what the driver's names will be.

I hope you will enjoy the individual tales and let us know what you think of the hot stories.

SexSweetheart


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It was a typical day at Love Limo's the drivers were in the break room waiting for their assignments. As they sat around chatting, enjoying a cup of coffee, tea, soda or whatever. There was always something to munch on as well. They had a habit of exchanging their stories about some of the things that happened in the back seat of their limo. The stories were the usual told over and over again by drivers.

They had an on-going bet to see who had the hottest and steamiest story to tell. Many of the stories involved formal dates to the prom, weddings, special occasions, men with their girlfriends or the reverse.

Everyone in the room started to grumble and groan at the mention of Driver Ichabod Butterworth. They couldn't help but thinking of him having a typical story of group sex. Every driver in the room imaged that Ichabod could tell a story that would be typical at the same time disappointing. Many of the other drivers all had at least one bad experience with Ichabod.

This man had wrecked too many relationships with clients, and of course there was the incident in which Ichabod caused a lawsuit that resulted in everyone's pay being reduced. Diver Ichabod personality was also part of the reason why several other driver avoided him even before that incident. The man was known for being self-centered and rather rough when he spoke.

Ichabod is a tall man of 6-foot-6 with broad shoulders and a nice build. He has an overwhelming presence to his size. People don't notice his build as much as his height over them, it has a tendency to make some people feel uncomfortable because he over powers them.

Ichabod had coffee brown eyes and brown hair with red highlights when he stood under a street light. He kept his hair the length of his fingers, which he always ran his fingers though when worried. He has strong cheek bones and a strong chin. Ichabod's nose though was similar to his namesake's famous pointed nose, but aside from that few people made the connection because Ichabod Crane was not physically opposing as Ichabod so few people made the connection.

Before I begin my story, Ichabod began sitting down, I'm not going to talk about one of my usual drives, I want to talk about a last minute job. I received a call from dispatch that one of the other drivers had gotten sick and I was chosen as the replacement. The client, one Miss Bárány had requested a ride from the airport to her estate. At the time, I had been driving limousines for almost a year. Up until then, I had mainly driven groups of people to and from proms. I didn't drive around many business men since they never request me.

For those of you who don't know, I started driving limousines after I got fired from driving a trash truck. I also studied to be a masseur for a while. Then I couldn't get by on job that is solely based on tips. I'm a large man that often towers over my prepubescent clients. I don't know why people don't see me as a sensitive guy, I mean I'm nice to my costumers and they never wish want to talk with me. I think that's why this client sticks in my mind. For a few minutes, I think that she actually saw me. When I first saw Miss Bárány, I just knew that she had to be my client. Compared to the other people waiting at the international gate, she was the only one that looked like she would pay for the expense of our limousines. I didn't have a clear view of her figure, but I could make out from the outline of her body from the way her clothes hanged. I knew that she would have a body that was delicate and feel delightful underneath my hands. I don't like to touch anorexic women; since they were all skin and bones. It makes their skin move differently when I would massage it.

Miss Bárány's face captivated my interest, so I examine on it, rather than trying to figure out her dimensions. She had the face of an angel outlined by a halo of chocolate brown hair. I figure she was of European descent like the rest of those rich folks. Yep, she had all the makings of a first class lady, especially while dressed in a thick fur coat. I don't know why, I've always associated the rich with having nice fur coats. She had this air about her that made her seem enchanting and pure. I didn't get the sense off her that she was a whore.

When she walked up to me and introduced herself as Miss Bárány, I of course offered to help her with her luggage. She gave me an arched eyebrow and gave me an eye-catching smile. I couldn't help myself when I grinned back her. As I loaded the suitcases into the limousine's trunk, I noticed that her coat seemed to be made of rabbit fur patched together, and parts of the coat didn't look at all stable.

I was surprised when she touched me on the shoulder. Her ashen skin was soft and supple. She put her other hand into her coat while I struggled to keep my eyes on her face as she gave me a sly smile. Miss Bárány stoked my arm as she pulled out a cigarette, and asked for a light. I fumbled while trying to get the lighter out of my pocket. She granted me with a short giggle as I tried to get the lighter up to her cigarette. I knew that she was pleased with me from the way her eyes twinkled as she glanced at me.

That's when I heard a growl from behind me that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Farkas, don't scare off the driver." Miss Bárány warned him gently.

I turned around in the direction that she was looking, in her direct line of her sight was a man dressed in baggy clothing. I looked behind this guy to see if she was possibly talking to another person, but there was only a group of female tourists standing nearby. I noticed how the tourists were looking at him while they were talking to each other, then one of the tourists walked up to him. She placed a hand on his butt and the guy almost jumped a foot in the air. Then the tourist proceeded to invite him to her hotel for a night of fun.

The guy gave a low sensual growl and approached the tourist, then put his head near her neck. I didn't catch any words that the guy said, if any. There was this moment of intimacy that I didn't feel right looking at. I could tell by the huge blush on her face, the tourist was affected by whatever he was doing. I could see his nose almost trace the area near her ear down to the base of her neck. I was got this dirty feeling from watching, this intimate encounter. All of a sudden, he backed away from her eyes wide open, waving his hand over his nose. I could see the look of disgust clearly on his face. I believe that her offer was rejected. The lady turned away pissed and furiously stalked off back to her friends.

I guess he sniffed her and didn't like what he smelled at all. I have never seen a guy sniff a woman's neck before and since. It's just weird to see someone do that to someone and I'm not sure if I would like someone to do to me.

The doubts that I had about them being together were squashed when Miss Bárány exclaimed in a pissed off tone, "Get in the limo, Farkas."

I was disheartened to hear that, I would have preferred to spend the long drive back with just the two of us. Now, our little exchange was over and it would be time for me to do my job. I took a second look at this Farkas, he was dressed in baggy clothing as I first observed. I didn't get what Miss Bárány and that tourist found appealing about this man . I mean I'm no pretty boy model type, but I don't look like an unkempt man. This guy had matted hair that wasn't short, and looked as if he hadn't shaven in a few days.

As Farkas approached the limousine, I could see what the women were after. I could tell through his baggy clothing that he had rippling arm muscles and a tight stomach. His body reminded me, of the body that I dreamed of during my teenage years. Then there were his eyes which scared me, they hinted at a part of him that I didn't want to meet in a dark alley in the middle of the night, then again I might hesitate at high noon.

Miss Bárány seemed anxious to get to where she was going, because she politely reminded him about leaving the airport and returning to her estate. I witnessed a look transform the Farkas's face as he entered the limousine; it was look of terror from someone who might be claustrophobic.

Miss Bárány seemed pissed off at Farkas's behavior. As she entered the limousine after him, I was able to see a generous glimpse of a pair of well toned ashen legs. I could easily picture those legs wrapped around waist which made my cock start to harden. I hear a growl from Farkas; I glanced at him in response. I noticed his eyes flash gold as they traveled from me to my costumer.

On that day, I was driving a limousine that was rigged to keep noises going in-between the front and back compartments. I turned the speakers on in case the client wanted something. Which would happen every now and then, it happened on a previous drive that day. Naturally, traffic was horrible as usual, with the construction on the beltway, and an accident on the outer loop. As we got father way from the city, I was able to go five miles above the speed limit which allowed me to take about an hour to drive to the client's estate.

That's skipping over too much though, about ten minutes into the drive. I heard Miss Bárány say, "I can't believe that you flirted with that woman. Am I really that unappealing? I mean I must look like a wreck after that long plane trip. I..." Up until that time I hadn't heard the voice of Farkas. It was deep, rich, and definitely foreign sounding. He had one those deep voices that I suppose can make a woman wet, just reading off a menu. I have enough memories of women swooning over such voices at movies to know.

"She didn't meet my standards. She smelled too much like other men for my tastes." Farkas spoke with true disgust in his voice. I was surprised that he was able to pick up the scent of other men.

"Oh, so if she had smelled like other women then it would be okay?" Miss Bárány sounded uncertain of herself. She didn't seem to be that confident, anymore.

"I was just teasing her, no different than what you did with our illustrious driver. I saw the way you were flirting with him." I listened more closely to their conversation at the mention of driver. I couldn't help but think, so what if she was, there's nothing wrong with that Miss Bárány is a free woman. I didn't see a ring on her finger.

"What I was doing, was being nice and I wanted a light. What's wrong with that? How does that justify what you did?" Miss Bárány started to sound upset at this point. I just wanted to stop the limousine and run back there and toss this loser out.

"I was just having some fun with her, let it pass. You know that I'm only interested in you. Haven't I been able to prove that?" After saying that Farkas seemed to be able to placate her, and they stopped talking for a while.

It wasn't until we had really left the city and on the outer loop, till I heard Miss Bárány speak. "What are you doing, wait till we get home at least before you do that!" "What's wrong? Don't you like what you see?"

Miss Bárány responded quickly, "That's not what I said, just keep your clothes on." I heard slap a moment later and then I heard that voice again, "Now, I understand, I can smell it. You like what you see too much." I heard some movement in the back compartment.

Miss Bárány sounded uneasy, "That's not what I said. Just keep your clothes on. I could hear the rustling of clothing and a clunking sound similar to shoes being tossed. I could the feel the limousine suddenly lurch to the side, like someone had jumped from one side to other. I could hear Miss Bárány cry out "Watch it! Don't pull the coat any more apart."

That's when I decided to turn on the mini TV and camera to view what was happening in the back. The image I was greeted with was something along the lines of what I imagined. Farkas already had his clothes off; I could get a decent view of his back. It was well defined with muscles and looked tense even with my lousy reception of the TV. His clothes were thrown around the limousine. I could tell that Miss Bárány was already out of her coat and what ever she wore beneath it. I got a glimpse of her underwear and her bra looked as if she would pop out of it at any minute. Miss Bárány was wearing a white thong with hose and her shoes were already off. I could make out the look on her face, it was filled with lust, but she seemed hesitant to follow though.

Farkas seemed to be in the process taking of the hose. He was in between her legs and rubbing his hand up and down them. I watched him almost ripped them off her hips, his fingers making holes into the hose itself. Then he grabbed them again, this time making more holes further down the legs. I could see the tatters of the hose coming off with his violent actions.

"It's too bad that we can't go on a little chase isn't it? It would be nice to chase my little rabbit." I could barely make out his voice, although he was teasing her with words. I could make out the smug look on Farkas's face and his posture hinted that he was in control of what was happening and was enjoying it. For a few minutes, he didn't move and just seemed to grin; I couldn't help but compare him to a predator savoring the moment before he would pounce on his prey.

Farkas grabbed the remains of the hose and wadded them, then through it. "I don't understand how you can stand wearing such things for long time periods. Why do you make yourself suffer?"

"Well, I think that my legs happen to look great when I wear hose, that's what important is." she replied with satisfaction.

I could tell that he wasn't doing harping on her about her wardrobe as Farkas grabbed part of the coat. "Well I don't see why you have to wear this silly coat all the time. It's barely holding together."

"Don't talk about my coat that way, it's important to me because you gave it to me... oh...the condition of the coat doesn't matter. Miss Bárány responded, sounding more frustrated then before. While she as talking, the man had started to rub the fur against her skin. She was moaning in response with a flushed face. I could see that the fur was being used to knead her breasts. I watched Farkas move the fur down to massage her foot, then bring it back up her leg to her crotch. He stayed there for a moment, and then repeated the process with the other leg. Farkas seemed to be merciless in his actions and didn't increase his pace no matter how she pleaded.

I wasn't unaffected by this little sex scene going on, my cock had already been rock hard as I took in this scene. After seeing the little episode that was going on now, I was more than ready to burst. I knew that I had to stop and get my own release soon or I would explode right there in the front seat. So, I decided to gas up the limousine. In the distance, I could see a spot where I could get away from this couple. I put my foot on the gas and stopped at a gas station. When I arrived at the station, it seemed deserted. I didn't see any cars and the lights were off. I couldn't get into the rest room with out breaking in. So I quickly ducked behind the back of the station, but at least I was out of site of my passengers.

As I stood and got my little driver out, I pictured Miss Bárány's face in my mind. I pictured the look on her face as she was caught up in her bliss. I imaged that I was between those lovely legs, messaging them. I was touching her velvet skin. I pretended that I was thrusting my hips in and out of her body. I feel her legs rap around my hips and pulling me in deeper. I could feel her lovely breasts in my hands as I messaged them causing her nipples to harden. Her soft subtle lips were kissing me; our tongues did a delicious dance. That did the trick for me; I let out my seed on to the wall. When I was able to pull myself back together, I headed towards the limousine.

That's when I realized that I hadn't pulled into the best of places, and I figured it would be a good idea to leave as soon as possible. As a hurry back to the limousine, I realized that if I should have looked around a bit before pulling in.

As I start to pump the gas, I can hear Miss Bárány's moans of ecstasy pouring out of the back compartment. For the rest of the time, I stopped looking around and start to think about the comparison of what I'm doing versus the backseat's occupants. I heard the sounds of two people having passionate sex in humming out of the backseat; I can't help but picture the rough images of inserting a thrusting cock and pumping in and out of another's body. At the same time, I was inserting the gas nozzle and pumping gas into the large body of the limousine. I resisted the urge to mimic what I pictured was going on inside the backseat to what I was doing to the pump. Although the relative size is a horrible match, I try to think of other things, least I have to make another trip behind the station.

After I finally reenter the limousine's front seat, I decided to turn on the speaker again, only to find out how the passengers were fairing. At first I didn't hear anything, I started to believe that the couple had finished and had noticed as to why I had stopped the limousine. Then I started to hear the sounds of Miss Bárány moaning again. She sounded as if she was riding a horse on a bumpy road. I decided that I had seen enough that night and didn't turn on the camera again. I also started to hear a faint growling sound and made a note to get the limousine check at the shop. When we got within five miles of my destination, I warned the passengers that we were close.

When I finally got to the destination, I spoke though the intercom telling them of our arrival. I moved quickly opened the door to finding Miss Bárány fully dressed and a little flushed. Following her was a huge black dog, causing me to do a double take. I looked for the man inside the backseat, but he was missing. I heard Miss Bárány call for Farkas to come to her. I noticed the dog gave me glare before following her.

I looked inside the limousine, and the interior was trashed, claw marks on the upholstery. I walked up the Miss Bárány to have her sign the trip ticket, but she already had a check written. I flipped out when I saw the tip; it was enough to fix the interior three times over. I couldn't really complain. There was one thing; I found this broken claw in the upholstery. I checked it out and I think it's a wolf claw not a dog, now I'm sure that you guys have more erotic stories, but I probably won the weird factor.

I would like to point out that I the writer is not really trying to beat my peers, but merely attempting to write. I would also thank my editors for helping a new writer trying to get story ready.
bysakismurf

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Gotham KnightsbyExtreme Bohunk©

The Good, The Bad, and the Horny

----- Awake -----

She floated to consciousness, and gradually took in her surroundings. It was dim, yet had the feeling of a large space. From a distance, she thought she heard the flutter of wings. She remembered falling.

And then, nothing. Nothing before, nothing after. Nothing. Until now. In this place.

The thought filled her head. ' Where am I? '. She tried to remember. She was...she was..unable to recall anything.

"Who am I?" she said aloud.

A soft, yet powerful voice spoke "Selina" She tried to look in the direction of the voice. She couldn't move her head.

A figure emerged from the shadows. Her jade green eyes took him in as he approached. He was tall, well over 6 feet. He was wearing a strange outfit, a costume. It was black and midnight blue, with a cape. A cowl covered most of his face. She could smell leather.

Across his broad chest was the emblem of a bat. She tried to recoil, but found she couldn't. It was then she realized that she was on a large hospital bed.

He spoke again. "You had a fall. After you were released from intensive care, I asked to have you brought here, where you'd be safe. They weren't sure if you would ever wake up again. You've been in a coma for almost 6 weeks."

Questions flooded her mind, and tried to come out all at once. "Who are you? Where is here? What happened to me? Why do I need to be safe?" And finally, "Who am I?"

He answered, "Your name is Selina Kyle. I am Batman. This is the Batcave." Batman continued, "When you fell, you broke both legs, both arms, several ribs, and there is bruising in the soft tissue of your neck & spine, as well as a concussion."

He paused, and then told her the rest. "Both your arms & legs are in casts. Your ribs are taped, and you're in traction to relieve pressure on your neck & spine. For now, you're completely immobilized until the casts come off."

He let her absorb this, and finished. "We have a nurse on hand to assist you, and monitor your condition. She will handle any therapy as well."

A single tear escaped Selina's eye, and trickled down the side of her face. He reached with a gloved hand and tenderly wiped it away. His touch told her they had been lovers. She looked into his eyes, and noticed they were sad, a sorrow that comes from the soul.

He spoke again "Now that you're awake, I'll have the nurse come in and see to your needs." He turned, she heard his steps fade.

She tried to look around, but could not turn her head. She began to take inventory of her situation. She looked left, right, up & down, as far as her field of vision would allow.

There was a pool of light around her, but beyond that, darkness. A few lights from the machines monitoring her blinked. She looked down.

Over the top of the blanket, she could see her feet sticking out from the plaster encasing her calves. Her legs were suspended, and about 2 & 1/2 feet apart. 'Hello toes' she thought, and tried to wiggle them. They didn't move. She tried again. Nothing. She tried her hands & fingers.

With a sigh of relief, she saw they were working fine.

----- the Nurse -----

Soft footsteps approached, she heard a female voice. "Hello Miss Kyle, I'm Nurse Brandt".

Selina took her in. Young, about 19, she guessed. Very petite, about 5 '2, maybe 105 lbs., tops. Strawberry blonde hair, pulled back. She had a unique face, not pretty, in the usual sense, but sexy. Dark blue eyes. Gorgeous bee-stung lips. Under her uniform, was a curvy little body, built for sin.

She spoke again. "I'll be getting you cleaned up. First, we'll get those bandages off, and then, you'll be getting a sponge bath. After that, we'll get the bedclothes changed. You'll feel much differently when I'm done with you."

An off-kilter smile crossed her face as she said this. Selina suddenly felt uneasy.

The nurse pulled the blanket from her. For the first time, she was able to see herself. I.V. tubes ran here & there. She was nude, except for her casts, and the bandages around her ribs.

Nurse Brandt told her "I'll get the I.V.'s out first, and then the old bandages." She began removing the needles. Selina winced in pain as they withdrew from her skin. "Can you feel that?" the nurse asked.

"Yes" she replied.

"Good, that means you can feel tactile sensation." Selina looked confused. The nurse explained "Your skin, you can feel your skin. That will be useful"

Something in the nurse's comments added fuel to her concern.

She finished removing the I.V.'s. She spoke again "I have to remove some tubes from inside you. The ones that carry -uh- waste. It may be a bit uncomfortable, try to relax"

She reached between Selina's outstretched legs, and pulled on the tubes running into her anus and urinary tract. There was a tug, and then a gooey sliding sensation as each was removed.

Selina thought' Not so bad, but gross'.

The nurse picked up a pair of scissors and cut through the tape and gauze surrounding her ribs. She heard tiny snicks of the scissors as they worked. Most of it fell away, but there were some spots where the tape had stuck to her skin. The nurse jerked her free hand, the tape pulled sharply on her skin as it ripped free. She gave a yelp of pain.

As the bandages fell away, she felt exposed and vulnerable. Nurse Brandt spoke "I'm going to have to lift you to remove the rest. Then I'll wash you up" Selina noted an odd glint in the dark blue eyes.

The nurse moved out of Selina's vision. There were the sounds of metal, water running and then stopping. A drawer being opened, closed. Something cloth, and metal on metal.

She returned. In her hand was a harness, or sling of sorts. It was made of a network of straps, with sturdy metal clasps on the ends.

She told Selina "I have to get this under you, so you're not jarred when you get lifted"

She began working the straps under Selina's back, shoulders and hips. Selina grunted occasionally, her body moving for the first time in weeks.

The straps attached to a network of small steel cables, that ran up to some small winches. The winches were mounted on the trusswork over the bed, part of the device keeping her in traction. There was a small hum, the winches drew tight on the cables and began to lift.

As Selina rose, the remaining bandages fell free. She felt cool air on her flesh. She was about 18 inches off the bed, the winches stopped. She felt like she was floating.

The nurse moved away again. There was a rustle of paper, and then a tear. She moved back. She was holding a large natural sponge. She dipped it into a metal bowl of water. It smelled slightly of soap.

The nurse looked her in the eyes. She said "We'll start from the top" She began dabbing the sponge along Selina's forehead. Some droplets ran off and trickled toward her ears. The nurse asked "Can you feel that?"

"Yes" she answered, "kind of tickles"

The sponge moved to her ear. She felt a jolt of sensation that warmed her body. She thought' That feels soooo good'

The sponge moved to her other ear. She took a deep breath, her eyes closed. She heard the nurse "You can feel that too?"

She meant to say 'yes' but it came out as "mm-hmm" She was embarrassed at the effect it was having on her. The sponge moved from ear to ear, gently teasing each. A low "mmmm" escaped. She was luxuriating in the tingles that came with each pass.

The sponge moved on, alternately wetting and tracing the lines of her face and lips. Though the water cooled her skin, she felt an unmistakable warmth spreading through her. She began to lose herself as it moved to her neck & throat. She wanted to purr.

The journey continued, the tender flesh of her inner arms, bringing goosebumps to her skin, and flashes behind her eyelids. She felt her nipples tighten. Inch by delicious inch, it moved on.

It touched her previously bandaged ribs. It was electric, her skin over sensitive after being wrapped. She gasped. It moved over & over the area, vertically, horizontally, and in circles. Her flesh quivered with each stroke, a dull ache had started between her spread legs. The inability to move made her want to scream.

The nurse's voice brought her back to reality. "You can feel that?" she asked, knowingly. Selina opened heavy lids and found herself looking directly into the nurse's eyes. They were gleaming.

She knew exactly what effect the sponge was having on her patient. She asked softly "Would you like me to continue?"

"Yes" Selina whispered "please...please finish"

The sponge dipped into the bowl of water. It moved directly over Selina's full, firm breasts. The nurse's hand squeezed, and a small cascade washed over them. Her rosy nipples spiked. The water separated into tiny rivulets, each creating it's own path of pleasure. The sponge licked her flesh again. Small oohs & mmms came with it's every motion.

The ache between her thighs had become a steady throb. The sponge traced tiny circles around, but not touching her nipples. They begged for attention. She bit her lip as it finally closed on one.

There was a squeeze, and a delicious friction as it was drawn slowly upward. First one, and then the other. Squeeze, pull, squeeze, pull. Her breathing became ragged. Selina felt a wetness ooze from her sex.

The sponge moved from her breasts to her stomach. Again, it teased her skin. Up, down, large circles accentuated by tinier circles. She panted. It descended, teased, slowed, stopping just shy of touching her pubic hair.

She begged " No! Don't stop! Pleeease...don't stop now!" She opened her eyes to find the nurse only an inch from her face.

She stared into blue eyes gone cold. "Oh I won't" said the nurse "I'm just getting started" and kissed her full on the mouth. Shocked & unable to move, she was more surprised when she found herself kissing back.

She felt a hand caressing her breast, the palm just skimming over fully aroused nipples. A steady wetness flowed from her, trickling between her ass cheeks, collecting as droplets and sliding off. She could hear each as it landed on the sheet.

The kiss withdrew. The nurse had moved to her raised feet, sponge in hand. She smiled, and said "Time to start at this end"

She placed the sponge on Selina's heel, and ran it briskly upward along the sole toward the toes. At the same time, with her other hand, on the other foot, raked her nails downward in the same fashion. Twin jolts ran from Selina's feet up her cast encased calves, and collided where her legs met.

"OHHHHHHhhhhhhh" was her response.

The nurse did it again.

And again.

She could only gasp and moan as the combination of sponge & fingernails alternatively moved to her ankles, toes, everywhere & nowhere all at the same time.

And then it stopped.

Selina tried to catch her breath. She sensed the nurse moving higher. Between her legs.

There was a light touch behind her knee. It was the sponge. And then the other knee. Fingertips, with a kiss of nails. Somehow, she felt even wetter.

The sponge slid upward, along the back of her thigh, under the curve of her butt, the small of her back. She felt fingertips graze over her stomach, drawing tiny circles around her navel and the top of her triangle. The combination of being stimulated front & back was excruciating. She pulled against her restraints.

She was going crazy, unable to bring herself to the release she was aching for. Her skin quivered with every touch. Between gasps and pants, a steady stream of sounds issued from her lips. She felt a climax begin to build. And again, the nurse stopped.

Selina gave a long groan, her senses began to return.

She opened her eyes to see the nurse with an electric razor in her hand. With an evil smile, he told Selina "We have a couple of areas to clean, and, uhmm, trim" She flicked a switch, the razor began to buzz.

She moved to Selina's armpit, to trim the fuzz that had grown over the weeks. It tickled like crazy, Selina burst into fits of laughter. "Gaahh-ahaahaahaahahahaha- stop-oh-sto-ahahahahahaha! " The razor continued it's work, moving toward the center of her armpit. That area was even more sensitive, she was now screaming. "AHAHHAGHAAAHAHAHA- haaah- haahahaha- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "

Finally, it moved on to less sensitve skin. She relaxed, but only briefly. She had almost caught her breath when the nurse moved to the other armpit. She begged, "No! No more! Please! I can't..I can't breathe. Please, no! "

The razor descended and the torture resumed. She exploded again, her cries becoming shrieks as the razor buzzed into the most ticklish spots. "ggaaAAAHAahahHAHAHAHAHAHAH- OH- OH-OHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahah..."

Tears ran from her eyes, and down the side of her face. She could only breathe in long enough to have the next round of laughter explode from her. She thought she would pass out, from the lack of oxygen, and the beating her insides were giving her bruised ribs.

"Ah-ah-ah no more no more" was all she could gasp between breaths. Mercifully, it moved away, but the hum of the razor continued.

Through watery eyes, she saw the nurse had moved back between her legs. There was a click as the razor was turned to 'High' She watched helplessly as it lowered, and began to trim away at her dark, wet patch.

It's tiny vibrations reached beneath her skin, she bit her lip. As it neared her clitoral hood, she felt a new pitch of excitement. "ohhhhhhh" she breathed, as the vibration coaxed her closer to the edge with each pass.

And then it moved away, starting again at the top of her furry triangle. It inched closer to her tingling clit. She wanted to scream, she was soooo close. And it moved away.

Again, it traveled down.

And away.

And down.

And away.

And down. Each time teased her closer to the verge of release.

Her entire sex throbbed. The razor clicked off. Tears of frustration ran from her eyes. She was gasping and coated in perspiration.

She heard the snap of rubber. She opened her eyes to see her tormentor pulling on some examination gloves. The nurse held them up for Selina to see.

Each finger had a raised set of ribs and ridges, with small bumps on the tips. Selina could not imagine what was going to happen next, but she knew it would be even worse than what she had been subjected to already. She was right.

The nurse picked up an old-time shaving mug, the kind with a cup and a brush. She wet the brush and swirled it in the cup, working up a lather. It dripped foam as it was pulled from the mug.

Selina pleaded as the nurse moved toward her armpit. "No, please, don't, not agai-noowhahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! " Peals of laughter cut short her pleas for mercy as the brush attacked her tender flesh.

It swiped up, down, in circles & swirls, forcing shrieks and screams from her. They echoed, and were lost in the walls of the cavern. The onslaught stopped only long enough to begin anew in the other armpit. Her shrieks grew louder, her consciousness went grey & fuzzy.

This time she did pass out briefly. When she came to a moment later, the nurse was methodically shaving her armpit with a blade razor, as if nothing had happened. "Why?" Selina panted "Why are you doing this to me?"

Without looking up, Nurse Brandt replied "Just because you don't remember who you are, doesn't mean anyone else has forgotten."

She finished shaving Selina's armpits, and retrieved the mug & brush. With purpose, she moved between Selina's legs.

Selina was looking into eyes filled with hate and anger. The brush was refilled with soapy lather. It was held up so Selina could see it. Droplets fell onto her stomach, her skin twitched with each tiny impact.

The nurse told her, "I wanted to make sure you were awake for this part. I'm really going to enjoy this."

The tip of the bristles pushed into her navel. The brush was twisted slowly back & forth. Selina could only surrender to the wash of new sensations coursing through her. "ohhhhhhhh-oh-oh-oh-oh-" came with each turn.

The brush moved on, tracing wet circles outward from her navel, each moving lower by a fraction. Selina was lost, a delirious prisoner.

The ache in her crotch had returned, she felt herself opening as the slick brush licked over and around her freshly shaved pubic mound. The newly exposed flesh was extremely sensitive. Her mouth formed an 'O' as she panted.

Her pants turned to moans as the brush danced. Up, down, swirls, and twists. It slid along the crease where her leg joined her body. The dance continued.

Wetness flowed from her and dripped. Unable to resist, a series of groans escaped her. "Uhhhhhmmmohohmmm- mmm-mm-ho- oooohhhhhhhh-uh- uh-uhmmmmm."

The pattern changed, now moving in long languid strokes that formed a triangle. It started at her hip, down to the left of her drenched pussy, to her anus, where it twirled, and then back up the other side. Over and over, just teasing along her outer lips. And then it was gone.

She whimpered, and tried to catch her breath.

She heard the tink tink tink of the brush in the cup. It was being reloaded. Without warning, it pressed onto her swollen outer lips. It was a kiss of fire. "OOOOOHHHHhhh- mmmmmm- ooh- yes- yes-yesmmmmmm."

A bit of drool trailed from the corner of her mouth. She began to shake as it floated to her inner lips. The tips gave sharp, tiny pokes while the rest of it felt like a large, slick tongue. "Ooh! Oh! Oh! aah, ah, ahhhhhh." was all she could say.

The nurse was alternating the soapy bristles between Selina's inner & outer lips, teasing her to new heights of arousal, bringing her to the edge, and then slowing.

She was panting and dripping sweat. The nurse and the brush were merciless and unrelenting. There was no counting how many times she had been left at the brink of release.

Her untouched clit was throbbing, it screamed for attention. The brush would move within a fraction, and then away. Abruptly, it stopped. Somehow, that was worse.

She felt the touch of a gloved finger at her opening. And then another. They pushed, and slid easily into the slick wetness. Her pussy clamped down on them.

The ridged fingers sent ripples through her as they moved in and out, with a slow twisting motion. Each motion caused a wet sucking slurp. "Uhhhh, hunnnhh, hunnnh."

She wanted desperately to thrust against them, but couldn't. She had no choice but to hang in the air and endure the sweet torture of the nurse. "These gloved are specially designed" she said . "The ribs, ridges & bumps are for stimulation. Very effective, aren't they Miss Kyle?"

She wiggled her fingers to make her point, which elicted grunts of pleasure from her patient. "Unnngh uhhuhh mmmggghhhghghg."

She felt the fingers twist in her, now facing upward. The tips began to massage an area on the front wall of her sex. Her pussy squeezed hard. The raised bumps pressed into her G-spot. "OHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh ohohoh oh oh."

They pushed again. And again Her body tensed, she felt an orgasm build with each push. She was poised on the brink, again.

Suddenly, the nurse pulled her fingers out. The quick motion caused a soft 'pop' as they withdrew. Selina's eyes flew open at the abrupt feeling of emptiness inside her. The nurse was holding up her hand for Selina to see. It dripped with her juices.

"Look at the thumb Selina". It was covered with a double row of bumps, larger than the others. The nurses' eyes narrowed, she asked, "Can you guess where I'm going to put these?" Selina's eyes widened, realizing the worst was yet to come.

With another quick motion, she jammed her thumb against Selina's previously untouched clit, running the bumps over the hypersensitive tip in an upward motion. Every nerve in her body reacted to the over stimulation.

A shriek echoed to the far walls of the cave.

Before she could recover, two fingers were stuffed back into her. The fingers turned upward again, finding her G spot instantly. They curled & uncurled. Wave after wave built through her entire pelvic region. The thumb took another ride on her clit, alternating in a rhythm with the fingers inside. Selina's pussy clamped on the squirming digits, shifting into overdrive. The thumb lashed her pink pearl, which was drawing up into the fleshy hood that covered it.

Monday, October 17, 2011

First post and a little story - enjoy

Posted by Anon on December 08, 1998 at 15:56
Hi everybody. This is my first post. I've been reading these pages for quite some time now, and have decided that you have given me so much, that its about time I share something with all of you. I wrote the following story about 5 years ago, and have never shown it to anyone before, so please be gentle! Any comments you have, good or bad, would be more than welcome. OK, here goes:

The day was warm, the comforting radiance of the sea breeze sweeping up the beech. Miranda lay on
her blanket watching the sea lap up the sand, the gentle splash of waves soothing her nerves. Having been there
since noon and having almost completely emptied her three litre water bottle, her bladder had begun to ache,
and she promised herself she would find a loo soon. Crossing her legs and doing her best to ignore her need to
wee for the time being, she reached over for her water bottle, gulped down the remainder of its contents and
threw it to one side. Closing her eyes, she drifted to sleep.
Waking gradually, she opened her eyes, surprised to see the sun beginning to set on the horizon. She
couldn't have been sleeping that long, could she? A few people were still scattered around the beech, but most
had gone. She took stock of her situation, and realised her bladder was sending her urgent messages. She was
dying to pee, and noticed during sleep, her right hand had wandered down to her fanny to press it in. She was
also aware of a powerful sexy feeling between her legs, and as she moved them, a small squirt of pee hissed
from her lips. Doubling over, she regained control, and felt the gusset of her swimming costume for signs of
moisture. Thankfully, not too much damage done. She sat up, swooning a little, looking round for the nearest
sign of a loo and maybe somewhere to rub her clit in the process. Nowhere immediately suggested itself. As her
pussy dripped in excitement, she unwittingly started to play with herself, her fingers stroking and massaging the
warm, slightly damp patch between her legs. She lent on her left hand, looked round again, and noticed a
woman a little way up the beach watching her through a pair of binoculars. Becoming aware of the antics of her
right hand, she blushed and withdrew it, her excitement heightening by the close scrutiny of her observer, and
her restriction of not being able to touch. The woman appeared to be young and shapely, but was too far away
for any real detail to be captured.
Crossing her legs tightly, Miranda reached over to her bag and rummaged around for a miniskirt and
T-shirt she had brought with her. She didn't plan to walk around with a damp patch between her legs, however
subtle it seemed. At the bottom she found them, and carefully slipped the long T-shirt over her head. Pulling it
down to its full length, she untied the knot on the back of her swimming costume and slipped it off from
underneath. As she peeled it from her sticky fanny, she felt the gentle sea breeze rush up her T-shirt and caress
her inner thighs. She swooned again as she dripped from the pleasure. Reaching over for her knickers, she
slipped them over her feet and pulled them up. As they soaked up the moisture, she pulled her skirt up and
over them. It felt tight around her waste, then she realised her bladder was bulging out, becoming too full for
her to hold her wee in much longer. Grabbing another chance to touch herself, she felt almost orgasmic, her
need to masturbate growing rapidly. She longed to just wee in her knickers and caress herself through the wet
fabric, but glanced over to her voyeur and felt slightly uneasy. The feeling was beginning to drive her crazy as
she stood and folded her blanket, placing it in the bag along with her empty water bottle and damp swimming
costume, and hanging it over her left shoulder. She wore no bra, and discovered her nipples to be erect and
showing through her T-shirt.
As she began to make her way up the beech, she found it difficult to stand up straight and refrain
from wetting herself at the same time. As she walked, her right hand wandered back to her twat, its demands
much stronger than her will to fight it. She gently pressed herself through her skirt, a torrent of pleasure surging
from her vagina and through her body. She rolled her eyes and moaned as she felt her fanny drip with love
juice, her wet knickers clinging to her body.
She looked around, desperate to find a loo before it was all too late. Her bladder was filled to the
limit, and she had to find a place to wee urgently. Her hand still pressing herself, she walked up the beach, the
town and it toilets drawing closer. She walked leaning over slightly, as her bladder stopped her from standing
up straight, love juice not the only thing dripping from her fanny. Straining to hold it in, she began to run, her
pussy wet and warm beneath her knickers. She dripped again, but this time with pee. She moaned, her hand
pushing harder to stop it busting out.
She approached the sea wall and climbed its steps, her bladder and pussy both screaming for
attention. Looking around, she spotted a sign for the toilets across the street, and she walked quickly in the
direction it pointed. She felt a dribble of pee run down the inside of her leg, her saturated knickers unable to
absorb any more liquid. Looking down, she watched the drip run down the inside of her leg as she walked. She
lent forward and pressed her fanny harder to try and stop any more squirting out. The harder she pressed, the
sexier she felt, and controlling herself was becoming increasingly difficult. She looked at her legs as she began
to run, the dribble having reached her right foot.
She looked up as the ladies toilets finally became visible, but to her dismay, discovered there to be a
long queue of desperate women and girls. She ran towards them and joined the end, looking down the line and
bouncing on her feet, clutching her pee hole in desperation with both hands. She noticed other women subtly
pressing their fannies through their clothes as well, and put it down to them needing wee's like her. She began
to squirm, doubling over in a vain attempt of finding a little relief.
Miranda knew she wouldn't make it now. It was all but a lost cause, but still she continued to battle
with her bladder. How desperate she was, and how horny that made her feel. She was shaking from the
desperation and excitement, and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. She spurted again, a short hiss
emanating from between her legs, and then stopping almost as suddenly. Her fingers massaged her vagina as
she squatted down on the floor, her self control coming to a complete stop.
She parted her legs slightly and closed her eyes as her pee began to hiss from her fanny in full force.
Oblivious to her surroundings now, she masturbated furiously, pushing the fabric of her knickers into her with
one hand, and rubbing her clit with the other. She couldn't remember a time when she had been so turned on
before, the people around her just making the experience so much more enjoyable.
Orgasm after orgasm thundered through her body, and unable to contain herself, she screamed with
the pleasure. All eyes were fixed on her. Pee squirting out, she came again and again. As her pussy contracted
one last time, and the last droplets of wee made their way out, she felt relieved, fulfilled, embarrassed and
naughty all at the same time. She opened her eyes, reality hitting her hard as she realised what she had done.
This was so unlike her, she thought, as she looked at her reservoir of pee on the pavement.
She stood, faces from the young and old alike looking with disgust at her. She noticed her voyeur
friend with her binoculars still peering aghast from the beach. She broke out into a sprint towards somewhere,
anywhere that wasn't there, tears flooding her eyes.
Months later, she returned to the very same beach with the objective of reliving the exact same
experience. That day was warm, the comforting radiance of the sea breeze sweeping up the beach, as she lay on
her blanket watching the sea lap up the sand...

Hope you enjoyed that. PLEASE let me know what you think of it, and whether you'd like to read any more of my little stories. Thank you to you all.

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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

X-Men: Birthday BashbyJTCIII©

Author's note:

All characters are TM and (C) Marvel Entertainment. They appear here without permission. This story is a parody, is not written for profit and should not be read by anyone under 18.

This story is a sequel to 'X-Men: Surprise Party'. If you like it, please vote and/or leave some feedback. Thanks!


*

"The Danger Room?" Scott asked.

"The Danger Room." Emma confirmed.

After a year of wondering what she might have planned for his birthday after the last mind-blowing celebration, Scott was somewhat underwhelmed to be standing outside the X-Men's hard-light training facility in his full 'Cyclops' uniform.

"I don't know if a training session is the first thing I'd think of as a birthday surprise..." He said, glancing over at her. "Last year's idea was a lot more fun."

"Come now, Scott darling," Emma replied, taking him by the hand and hitting the button to open the Danger Room's doors. "Do you really think training is what I have in mind?"

"Then why did you insist on us wearing our uniforms?" He asked, following her into the huge, stark silver chamber.

"Because it's so much more fun in costume." She said, flashing him her customary wicked smile. Her hand was firm around his wrist as she walked him into the centre of the immense room.

"And what would that be?" He said, quietly eager.

"All in due time, my darling," she said. "Now...kiss me."

Her body was warm against his, firmly toned but soft and supple where it needed to be -- the perfect fulfilment of womanhood. The same desire that overwhelmed him whenever he was near Emma took hold now and he grabbed her by the ass, squeezing it roughly as he pulled her into a deep, breathless kiss.

She moaned around his lips and tongue, thrilled by the ravenous beast that lurked inside her lover's heart and that presented itself to her with evermore readiness.

It delighted her to take the control that Cyclops of the X-Men was so renowned for and systematically break it down -- some would think that it was an act of stealing his strength from him, but she knew better. She knew she was setting him free.

When finally their lips parted and Cyclops's eyes fluttered open behind his crimson visor, it was to the sight of the Danger Room's holographic mode having been initiated.

Instead of standing in an empty chamber they were now in the middle of a palatial hall.

Grecian columns held aloft the vaulted ceilings. Light poured in from stained glass windows, and long white curtains wafted in the wind to the sound of distant waves.

Scattered around them were thousands of pillows of all different sizes, and overseeing all this was a four-poster bed at the top of a carpeted staircase.

"Interesting." Cyclops said with characteristic understatement, taking in their new surroundings.

"I hoped you would think so," Emma replied, kissing his cheek. "Though the room is only the opening act to tonight's festivities."

"Oh?" Cyclops said, resolvedly playing it cool.

"I think it's time I let you know that for the past few weeks I've been modifying a selection of the Danger Room's functions, synchronising them with my own abilities. My telepathy and the psionic connection you and I share is now a driving factor in a Danger Room setting I've called 'Aphrodite X'."

"And what does that mean?" Cyclops asked, noticing the way Emma's fingertips were tracing the contours of his spandex-clad muscles and trying not to shiver at her feather-light touch.

"It means that every desire you've ever had, every woman whom you've felt an attraction to, every dark little dream that's ever crossed your mind...all of it is now open to you, my darling. Open to us. Just think it and it happens. Just imagine her and she's there. And just as always, whatever pleasure you feel, I feel...and vice versa, of course. Now..."

She slipped in close to him again, planting another searing hot kiss on his lips, as Cyclops' mind reeled with the possibilities laid out before him.

He was so lost in thought, however, so overcome by the prospect of what Emma was offering to him, that it took him more than a few seconds to realise that there were now three sets of hands running across his torso.

Breaking from the soma of Emma's lips, Scott looked to the right to see Storm standing beside him, her hand skirting along the bulge of his biceps, her lips parted in barely restrained desire.

"Hello, Scott," Ororo said, her breath warming her words. "Happy birthday."

Shocked, Scott didn't know how to respond -- not that he had the time, registering another presence off to the left. He looked over to see Psylocke standing there in her strappy blue uniform, the top of it already hanging free to reveal those pert, perfect breasts he remembered so well...

"Yes," Betsy said, leaning in to nibble his lips. "Happy birthday."

All around the room, feminine forms were fluttering into his line of sight as if blinking into existence. He recognised Rogue, Sage, and Domino, all of them wearing their figure-hugging costumes but disrobed just enough to expose their exquisite breasts, their firm thighs, the curves of their hips and asses.

"Emma...?"

"Shh, my love," the White Queen said in all her regal glory. "Don't overthink it. Just go with it...and make sure to give me one hell of a show."

She offered him one last taste of her lips before, with predatory eyes and a firm hand on his chest, she pushed him back into the waiting arms of these Danger Room vixens, their moans of need warm in his ears.

Emma slunk her way up the stairs to the four-post bed, where she positioned herself to comfortably watch the women shed Cyclops of his pants, already eagerly stroking his thighs and cupping his tightening balls.

Storm parted her lips to slip Cyclops' bulging cockhead between them, keeping them tight as she slipped the dusky helmet in and out, painting it with her glossy saliva.

Rogue, unaffected by her powers in this simulation, contented herself with the texture of Cyclops' right nut in her mouth, breathing heavily through her nose as she lost herself to the sucking of his scrotum.

Beside her, with her dark hair piled up on top of her head, Sage was busily suckling at the left nut, her tongue lapping at it as she gently, teasingly nibbled at the wrinkled flesh.

Standing over them all was Psylocke, with Cyclops' hands squeezing her breasts and pinching her nibbles as she rolled her tongue around his mouth, flooding his memory with every single second of their last encounter with each other.

Cyclops was lost in an enveloping wave of pleasure, the sum totality of which was being telepathically broadcast straight to Emma, leaving her panting and writhing on the bed, rubbing her fingers against the moistening mound of her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as she slipped her middle finger into her white g-string to stroke and excite her clit, the spikey joy of it bouncing straight back into Scott's brain.

"Ahhfuck!" He muttered, as much from Emma's ministrations as from Storm's hot, wet mouth, which was now expertly deep-throating him, taking every inch he had to offer without a hint of gagging.

"Mmnnpphhh! Hmmnnn! Gghllmmm!" Storm gurgled and groaned, staring up at the X-Men's leader with her cheeks sucked tight.

"You have to share, Ororo." Sage said sternly, gripping Cyclops by the base of his cock and pulling him free of Storm's mouth, thick silver strands of saliva dangling between the tip of his dick and her full, dark lips.

His shaft, pulsing with need, was not left out in the open air for long.

Sage dove down on it with such enthusiasm she made it look like a competitive sport, the black ringlets of hair hanging by her ears swinging back and forth, her large breasts jiggling as they hung over the black PVC of her corset.

"Let me taste it!" Rogue murmured to Storm as she locked her in a kiss, her little pink tongue sliding against Ororo's rosy one, collecting as much of the flavour of Scott's cock as possible.

Cyclops himself was distracted by the vanilla smooth texture of Psylocke's breasts, his tongue coiling around the hard nub of her nipples when he wasn't burying his muzzle in the soft, plump valley of her cleavage.

Running a hand down her svelte body, her cupped her damp mound, making her shudder as he slipped a finger in her, diddling the entrance to her cunt.

Psylocke, her back arched and her eyes closed, parted her lips and moaned partly in contentment, mostly in aching need.

"Oh Gggodd!" She said. "Oh, Scott! Scott! I need you to fuck me! Please!"

"Go ahead, Scott," Emma called from her position atop the bed. "Give it to her."

With great effort Cyclops wrestled his dick away from Sage, who gave it one last parting kiss before he took Betsy in his arms to carry her over to a cluster of pillows and stake her out on them.

"Nnnmmmmyes!" Psylocke moaned as she was deposited on the cushiony hill, parting her legs to allow Scott in between them, his cock like a heat-seeking missile aimed straight at her scorching slit.

He sunk inside her to their mutual, moaning relief -- a year had been far too long to have gone without experiencing the divine pleasure of Psylocke's heavenly pussy.

"Unhh yeah! Yeh! Ysssss!" Psylocke panted her approval, thrilling to the build-up of speed in Cyclops' rhythm, their hips ramming together as if the world depended on it.

Any reservations Scott may have had disappeared as he concentrated solely on fucking Psylocke, the purple-haired ninja's legs spread as wide as they could reach, her fingers jamming on her swollen clit in a lewd display of carnal demand, her words hot on her fevered lips.

"Fuck me, Scott! Fuck me so good! Fuck me like the slut I am! Nnnhhhmmm! Yes!! Make me your whore!!" She cried, thrusting her pelvis back at him just as hard as he was pounding her with his.

All the other women in the room, save Emma, found themselves drawn to the sight and sounds of Cyclops' and Psylocke's copulation, perching around them and offering their breathy encouragement.

"That's it, sugah! That's it!" Rogue moaned, her gloved hands squelching in the sticky recess of her humming cunt.

"Never have I seen such a thing!" Storm said in wonder, licking her lips as she stroked her supple breasts.

The attention fuelled Cyclops's enthusiasm. He pulled himself out of Psylocke long enough to flip her over and draw her up her hands and knees, fucking her from behind.

"Unhhh! Mm! Rrrrnhhh!" Psylocke grunted in tandem with the sloppy slapping sounds of her rear smacked by Cyclops' fucking groin.

Out of the blurred corners of his red-tinged vision, Cyclops made out two newcomers to the party, their arrival trumpeted by Emma's cry of surprised delight.

"Your brother's girlfriend! How delightful!" She said, two fingers in her pussy as she eyed a naked Polaris crawling her way toward the group, joined by Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. "And her sister! Scott, you really are a dark horse!"

The two daughters of Magneto wore only their respective headdresses, Polaris's green locks framing her beautiful face, Wanda's tight brown curls spilling over her scarlet crown.

As if to underscore the inherent perversity of their presence here, they had no sooner joined the writhing circle surrounding Cyclops and Psylocke before they started marking out, peppering sisterly kisses on one another's lips and faces even as they explored each other's bodies with softly stroking hands.

Mesmerized by the sight, Scott slowed slightly to Psylocke's grunting dismay.

"I'm---so fucking close!" She cried. "Don't stop! Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop!"

Cyclops, readily obeying, hunched forward to fuck her with all the bestial energy he could muster, his hand rounding her hip to squeeze and cup her clithood.

"Unnphhuck!" Psylocke squealed, her cunt clamping down on his cock as she started to cum, her rigid clit pulsating, her thighs trembling.

"Jeeeezzussyesssssss!" She howled, her entire body quaking, drool collecting on her bottom lip.

When Cyclops pulled his veiny shaft from her twitching twat, Psylocke tumbled forward in exhaustion, her cunt folds gaping open and staining the pillows beneath it.

Storm, Sage and Rogue quickly rushed in to fill the void left by Scott's dick, lapping at Psylocke's quivering slit.

The sight of these beautiful women greedily gobbling up Betsy's cunt would be enough to drive any man to distraction, but Cyclops' attention had already been fully diverted by Polaris and the Scarlet Witch voraciously making out with one another, tongue on tongue and hands roaming over one another's body.

Wanda squeezed Lorna's full breasts and tweaked her nipples as her sister made her groan, stroking the Scarlet Witch's tender folds and rubbing a firm thumb over the clit.

Scott approached the pair like a hunter moving in on a deer, hoping to not startle or scare them off. He need not have worried, however, as they received his presence with warm smiles and hungry eyes.

"I've always wanted to do this..." Wanda said, breaking from her kiss with Lorna to turn and immediately take Scott's cock between her ruby lips.

"Annmhh!" Cyclops exclaimed, flexing his pelvis forward instinctively as the Scarlet Witch deep-throated him, gulping and slurping him down.

Running his hand through her long gypsy curls, Scott watched in awe as the Scarlet Witch sucked his cock clean of Psylocke's cunt juices while Polaris, squatting beside her sister, played with herself.

Looking up at him, the Scarlet Witch grinned playfully when she saw how intensely he was staring at her sister.

"Are you going to fuck Lorna?" Wanda asked between tongue-lashings, squeezing his balls. "Are you going to fuck my sister? Hmm? I'd like to see that..."

"So would I..." Polaris simpered, her fingers a blur on her matted green pubic hair.

"Maybe..." Scott replied, determined to seize this opportunity. "...If you do a good job in cleaning me off."

Wanda smirked in response, her tongue sliding from her mouth to lap at his balls, sucking off all the sweat and pussy fluid that had accumulated there, priming him for her sister's gushing cunt.

She bathed him with her mouth and, when there was no more musky wetness to lap up, she pulled him to his knees and positioned him before Polaris, who was stretched out and holding her hot pink pussy open with two rigid fingers, biting her lower lip with her two front teeth.

"Do it, Scott," Lorna murmured, her fingers quaking on her slippery cunt. "I've always dreamed of this moment. I want you. Please. I want you now!"

Only too eager to oblige, Cyclops advanced on Polaris, his cock rigid. But just at the moment of penetration, an overwhelming chill of pleasure ran through Scott's body.

He looked up to see Emma spread out on the bed with Selene, the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club, her curtain of ebony hair buried between Emma's thighs, licking the platinum blonde out with the hunger of a cat at its milk bowl.

"Ahhhshhii-iittt!" Emma breathed, her hips flexing in the silk sheets, her eyes glued on Cyclops, who was still teetering on the edge of fucking his brother's on-again, off-again girlfriend.

"Please, Scott!" Polaris begged, the pause in action proving torturous for her. "Please...fuck me!"

The Scarlet Witch, proving to have a wicked appetite in the bedroom, had manoeuvred herself to her sister's side to finger the green-haired beauty's clitoris, teasing her into needful desperation.

"As you wish, Lorna." Cyclops replied, throwing away ceremony to plough his cock deep into Polaris's grateful cunt, nailing her into place with the heft of his hammering shaft.

"Ohh yess! Mmmmyeahh!" Polaris hummed and mumbled and slurred, her hands wrapped around Cyclops' neck, pulling him into a hearty kiss.

He worried when her face bumped his visor, concerned she would knock it loose and unleash the force of his optic blast, but then he remembered the nature of this situation as a virtual simulation, and he concentrated instead on the treacly heat of Polaris's tight little slit.

"Fuck my little sister, Cyclops!" The Scarlet Witch egged him on, kissing at Lorna's cheeks and her full, emerald lips. "Fuck her with all you have! Fill her cunt up with your cum and let me eat it out of her!"

His eyes closed as he shuddered to the sound of Wanda's words, Scott felt a pair of warm hands wrapping around his chest. Just the touch of them felt familiar.

Battling the heady pleasure of fucking Polaris's sodden, steaming cunt he managed to shift his gaze, only to be shocked by what he saw.

"What the fuck is this...?!" He demanded, looking from a naked Jean Grey smiling at him up at Emma. She looked just as surprised to see Jean as he was.

"A tasteless joke," Jean said in a teasing voice completely unlike her, her skin shivering and turning blue. Mystique, proudly naked, now stood in her place. "I'm bad that way."

"Raven!" Cyclops said, as if Mystique's real name was a curse word. "I should---!"

"What?" She asked, running a hand over her sizeable blue breasts, tweaking her navy nipples and rubbing at her gushing cunt. "Show me, Summers! Show me exactly what you'd like to do to me, you fucking boy scout!"

Cyclops reacted without hesitation. He pulled his cock from Polaris's sweltering slit to her moans of disappointment, took Mystique roughly in his arms and forced her onto all fours.

He entered her with the surging intensity of an animal, fucking his cock into her with every ounce of aggression he'd ever kept in check, losing all control as he pulverised her pussy.

Mystique, far from seeing this as any kind of punishment, yelped in satisfied delight.

"That's it, X-Man! That's it, fearless fucking leader! Fuck me! Fuck me, you uptight asshole!"

She cackled in ecstatic triumph, her taunts broken up only by her laboured breathing and moans of pleasure as Cyclops fucked her like a dog.

"I'll show you who's an uptight asshole, you blue bitch!" Scott growled, and in the back of his mind he wondered who said those words. It was as if he was acting on autopilot as he pulled his seething cock from Mystique's spongy cunt, leaning forward to spit on the blueberry bud of her sphincter.

"Oooooohhhh!!!" She moaned delightedly as Cyclops pushed forward, puncturing her asshole with his cock helmet and burying his shaft deep in her shapely rear. "UuunhhhhhhhfffffuukkkkkkK!"

He showed no tenderness or mercy. Instead, he pumped and pistoned his cock in Mystique's ass, and with every thrust Mystique began to shapeshift.

First she was Sue Storm, the Invisible Woman's blonde hair glowing in the light; then she was Siryn, her Irish brogue sounding especially sexy as she panted and cursed with need; then she was the Mossad agent Sabra, her headband sweaty, her face creased with intense pleasure.

"Unnnhshhit! Shit! Oh, fuck!" Mystique screamed, returning to her blue-skinned form between every pounding thrust. "Ohhhthatsit! Yyyess! Fuck me, you sonovabitch...mmnhh...you lapdog of Xavier! Fucking fuck me!"

Cyclops slammed her ass with such intensity that, if she weren't a holographic replica, he would swear she wouldn't walk right after it.

But she took his cock like a professional, thrusting back at him like a dog on heat, her crimson hair falling in her golden eyes, her fingers clawed tight in the rug beneath them.

"Uuuunhhh! Make me---! Make me----!" She was now panting, and Cyclops knew exactly what she needed.

With two wet fingers, he reached around to frig her clit and finger her pussy, pushing her that little bit further and sending her crashing headlong into the oncoming freight train of her orgasm.

"PPHHHHHHHUUUUUHHHHQQQQQ!!!!" She wailed, slamming her rippling blue ass with such finality against his crotch, freezing in place as pleasure rumbled through her like a thunderstorm, lighting her up, making her cycle through her transformations in blink-and-you'd-miss-it speed.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

A Lifetime of ValentinesbyJoeDreamer©


"Happy Valentine's Day Maddie," I said softly as I leaned over and kissed my wife of forty-nine years. Maddie was oblivious. Morphine did that to a person, morphine and the last stages of cancer.

"And Happy Anniversary," I added, kissing her again. I couldn't stop the tear from falling and landing on her cheek. I wiped it, but another took its place.

"I put your roses on the credenza near the window," I said, sitting in the chair I'd come to think of my own over the last month. It only seemed fair since I spent the bulk of that time sitting in it and watching my wife slowly die. "I tried to arrange them, but you know how bad I am at that."

I always bought Maddie two-dozen roses on Valentines Day. One dozen red because of the holiday and one dozen yellow for our anniversary. Maddie used to smile warmly and spend hours arranging them to perfection. I would have given every last dime I had to see that smile one more time.

"Kyle and Danny send their love," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Danny is away on business and Kyle, well you know Kyle."

Both of our sons had grown into fine men. Kyle was the oldest and had a family of his own. Daniel was too busy conquering the world for a family. I worried about Danny being alone, but he had a good head on his shoulders.

Kyle was very close to his mother. He couldn't accept that she was dying despite Maddie's three-year battle with cancer. The truth was that it was a miracle she lasted this long. There was little I could do for him, but his wife Beth and children would help him through it when the time came.

I on the other hand, knew and accepted my wife's pending death. I didn't really have a choice, not after watching her decline these last few months. My problem was that I just didn't want to live without her.

"Good morning," a nurse I didn't know said as she walked in. "My name is Elli and I'm covering for Sandra today." She seemed vaguely familiar, but the name wasn't one I knew.

"John Hutchens," I said, offering my hand as I fought to regain control from my maudlin thoughts. She took my hand, but instead of shaking it, she squeezed it, letting me know she understood.

"What beautiful roses!" Elli said a moment later as she checked my Maddie's medicine and stats. "I'm sure the red ones are for Valentine's Day, but why the yellow?"

"Our anniversary," I answered in monotone. "Yellow roses are her favorite."

"How many years have you been married?" Elli asked. I frowned. She was a lot more inquisitive than Sandra.

"Forty-nine years today," I replied, and then added sadly, "Maddie wanted a big party on our fiftieth. She used to say that was why she fought so hard against the cancer."

Elli smiled sadly and nodded. I didn't need her to tell me that Maddie wouldn't live that long. My wife was only days away from dying, maybe hours. She had been for nearly a month.

"It sounds like Valentine's Day is very special to you both," Elli said gently. "Maybe she fought so hard these last weeks because she wanted to share one more with you."

"Maybe," I shrugged, but then nodded sadly and added, "It would be just like her. She saved all the important things for Valentine's Day."

"Really? Like what?" Elli asked. She was done checking on Maddie, but Elli didn't seem to be in a rush to leave. That was different too. Sandra or whoever else was covering Maddie's room never stayed very long.

"Well," I replied, smiling for the first time in a long time. "I learned about the pending births of all three of my children on Valentine's Day. It was funny with my youngest Danny because Maddie was nearly four months along. I knew she was pregnant with him almost from the beginning, but I let her tell me when she was ready."

"How old are your children?" Elli asked, making conversation. I knew it was a kindness. She must have seen my tears when she walked in.

"Kyle is forty-five," I replied. "And Daniel is thirty-five."

"And your third child?" she prompted.

"Elizabeth would be forty this year," I answered, losing my smile. "She died in a car crash when she was seventeen."

"I'm sorry," Elli said gently. I shrugged.

"It was a long time ago."

"So, what made Valentine's Day so special to Maddie?" the nurse asked, actually sitting down in the room's spare chair.

"Well," I said. "Part of that's my fault and part of it was fate."

"Fate?" she asked.

"We met, had our first kiss and were married on Valentine's Day," I smiled.

"I hope not all the same year!" Elli laughed.

"Actually, none of them happened the same year," I grinned. "It was ten years to the day I met her that we got married."

"And your first kiss and date?" she asked.

"Oh, that's a long story," I sighed.

"I have time," she replied confidently.

"What about your other patients?" I asked.

"The hall is pretty quiet today," she replied. "The other nurses will come and get me if they need me."

"You're being very kind, but it's not necessary," I said. "You don't have to sit hear and listen to an old man ramble on."

"I don't plan to," she smiled. "Maybe it's the holiday, but whatever the reason, I'm in the mood for a good love story and it sounds like you have one to tell."

"I'm not sure I want to share it," I said honestly after a brief hesitation.

"I know," Elli said cryptically. "But you need to. It will help you remember Maddie as she should be remembered, not like this."

"Are you studying psychology?" I frowned.

"Hardly!" Elli laughed. "Like I said, I just like a great love story."

"I don't know how great it is," I shrugged. "But it is very much a love story."

"Then tell me, please?" she asked again. I surprised myself by smiling and nodding.

"I haven't thought about how Maddie and I met and fell in love in quite a while," I began, but then grimaced and admitted, "Or should I say that I haven't let myself remember?"

"It doesn't matter," Elli said. "You're remembering now and that's all that counts."

***

"Come on mom!" I cried. "It's an upperclassman dance and I'm one of the few sophomores who got asked to go!"

"I'm sorry John," my mother replied. "But it's your cousin's wedding and we already responded that you were coming with us."

"What kind of sap gets married on Valentine's Day!" I snapped angrily.

"Your cousin Thomas," my mother replied. I could tell there was no point in arguing with my mother. It was her brother's son getting married.

"Dad, you understand?" I asked, turning to him. "Shelly Bonia asked me to go with her and she's a senior. If I don't go, she'll never speak to me again!"

Thursday, October 6, 2011

My Night with Matthew MorrisonbyPrincessErin©

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show is over then I'm going out with the guys from The Backstreet Boys. We're going to a place called Parliament or something."

"That would be awesome."

"Come with me Erin."

He grabbed my hand and led me down to his changing room. The moment I entered he pressed me hard against the door and kissed me. The kiss was rough but sensual at the same time. His lips pressed hard but his tongue gently parted my lips. I smiled, as I knew in that moment his hormones were racing just as much as mine. I reached down to his tight jeans and struggled to unbutton them. I was concentrating so much on getting to his cock that I didn't even realized his hand had slid under my skirt and had tugged my panties to the side. I was thankful I was wearing a black thong. Not completely slutty but sexy enough. I gasped as his fingers slid deep into my pussy.

"Fuck." I couldn't even put a sentence together. I unzipped his jeans and reached in. His cock was hard and hot and throbbing. I jerked up hard and his moans filled the room.

"Erin. I never do this. Ever. But I'm not stopping now."

I grinned as he stepped back and sat on the couch. I walked towards him and lifted my skirt. My eyes were locked on his as I wiggled out of my panties. I then teased my clit as he watched. I would begin by touching my clit gently and then rubbing firmly back and forth. Then I dipped my index finger into my pussy and then use my juices to rub my clit harder. Each time I did this he jerked his cock harder.

"You're such a little tease. I bet you drive the guys wild."

I leaned over and kissed him again. It was a messy kiss. Our tongues touched as our lips pushed together. As we pulled apart the tip of his tongue traced circles against my bottom lip. His sensual kiss along with my rough massage of my clit pushed me over the edge and when I came I cried out into his mouth. As I slid into his lap I barely had time to adjust as he slid his bare cock into my pussy.

"Fuck me Erin. It's been a long time and dear god your pussy is tight."

I nodded and bounced on his cock. Everything was going so fast but I wasn't going to complain.

This was my absolute dream and I wasn't going to complain about how hard he was fucking me or how quickly we were going.

My huge breasts bounced and I felt every inch of his hard cock stretching my pussy. I stared at him and was in a daze. I could not believe my luck. I had dressed up ready to listen to my favourite boy band of my youth and instead I was in Matthew Morrison's dressing room fucking him like an animal.

"Oh god I'm close." He blurted out.

He pushed me down hard and I arched my back. I felt stream after stream of his hot cum shooting deep inside me. He gritted his teeth and then lay back on the couch.

I took a deep breath but did not want to move. I'm glad I didn't because he reached for my clit and rubbed it in circles. I couldn't even respond. I exploded all over his fingers and it took all my willpower not to scream.

"Wow."

"Yeah," I whispered.

"You're missing your concert."

"Yeah."

"Why don't you go back up and enjoy the rest of it and I'll meet you at the club after."

"O.K." I said eagerly.

I slid off his lap and fixed my skirt. I saw him eyeing my panties and did something naughty. I picked them up and tucked them into his jeans. "You can keep them."

I winked and left his room. I went back up the way I had come and half way up the stairs I heard New Kids belting out the song "Tonight."

As I sat back down in my seat I looked around. No one even suspected that I had just fucked Matthew Morrison. It was my little secret, well until now that is.
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