Amy's Bathroom Encounter

Written by a man.
Rob

I kick off my shoes. After a day of work, all I want to do is rest. Walking down the hall, I turn into our bedroom. There are rumpled jeans on the floor and a T-shirt on the bed. I notice the door to our bathroom partly open. As I walk to the door, I pull my shirt off and toss it on the bed with yours. I can hear some motion in the bathroom. Opening the door slowly, I see you brushing your hair in the mirror. The only clothing you're wearing is a leopard bra and green thong bikini underwear. You look over at me and smile.

"How was your day?" you ask.

"Much better, now," I reply.

I walk over to you and wrap my arms around you from behind, my hands on your smooth stomach. You grin at me in the mirror. I see your smile as I look in the mirror, over your shoulder. There is still some mist on it from the shower that you took just before I got home. My lips nuzzle your neck, my tongue brushing over the short hairs. You press back against me, reaching one hand back to caress my head. My hand gently runs down your stomach, over the smooth material of your panties. With my other hand, I slowly caress your right breast through the material of your bra.

"Miss me?" you sigh.

"Of course," I murmur, without missing a beat. Your nipples begin to stiffen through the bra. The material of your panty crotch begins to get very warm beneath my finger tips. Pressing back harder, you can feel my arousal nestled between the cheeks of your firm buttocks.

"Mmmmm," is all you can say.

Still stroking gently along the crotch of your panties, my fingers begin to feel the moisture of your arousal. Turning to face me, you reach down for the belt on my pants. I push your hands away and shake my head at you. Your face turns into a cute pout. Slipping one of the straps off your shoulder, I begin to kiss down your chest, over one of your breasts. The hard pink nipple comes into view as the cup slides down with the strap. My lips close over it and gently suck it into my mouth. You moan. Your nipple stiffens in my mouth, my teeth gently grazing the pink bud. A sharp intake of breath lets me know you enjoy the attention.

"Mmmmmmmm, that feels so good," you whisper.

I slide the other strap down your shoulder, exposing your other breast and cup it in my hand, feeling its firmness. Slowly, I roll the nipple between my finger and thumb as I continue sucking the other. I release the one from my mouth and start kissing my way around your nipple and across your chest to the other, now stiff, nipple. With my fingers, I begin to caress the saliva moistened nipple as I start to lick and suck its counterpart. My tongue rolls over it, flicking and teasing it to stiffness. Again you sigh and moan. I look up to see your eyes closed, your head tilted back. My tongue begins to trail its way down your stomach, pausing to tease your navel. I kiss and lick around it. The short hairs around your navel are damp with my kisses.

"God! You're making me so hot!" you cry.

My smile widens. I'm not done yet. I trail my lips down over your abdomen to the elastic of your panties. My lips rain soft, gentle kisses over the top of your thong. My lips kiss lower and lower until I reach your panty covered mound. The heat is easily felt through the thin, soft fabric. Your arousal is evident since the cloth is beginning to show signs of dampening. My tongue gently probes you through the crotch of your panties.

"Wow, ohhhh!" is all I hear. I reach up and grasp the elastic of your waistband and slowly peel your underwear down your legs.

You step out of them and kick them across the bathroom. I am now at eye level with your freshly shaven pubes. You look down at me and smile. The very visible lips of your pussy are swollen and damp with arousal. The scent turns me on more and I lean forward, allowing my tongue brush slowly over your wetness. Your hands grasp the edge of the counter as you try to steady your self against the vanity. Parting your legs slightly, I begin licking your stiff clit. Moans give me the feedback I enjoy. Your knees buckle slightly. Reaching up, I spread your lips apart with my thumbs and begin to lick more around the area of your erect clitoris. More juices flow as your arousal grows. My tongue slides down a bit and begins to probe inside you, separating the damp folds just inside your vulva. I stiffen my tongue and begin sliding in and out in a slow, probing action. "God! Ohmigod, does that feel great!" you pant. I look up at you again and see you gently twisting your nipples, head still tilted back, mouth slightly open. Your breath is coming in quicker pants. Standing, I lift you and set you on the countertop. I kiss you, my tongue probing your mouth. You can taste your tangy juices on my tongue and lips. You moan yet again against me.

"I need you inside me," you plead, grasping at the belt again.

This time I don't stop you and you manage to undo my belt and pants and slide them down. My obvious erection is struggling against my underwear. Your hand slips under the elastic and strokes the hot, hard flesh of my cock.

"Ooooh, is that for me!" you squeal.

"You and you alone," I reply. I slip my shorts down and kick them off, accidentally launching them into the tub. We both laugh for a few seconds. You grasp my hardness and stroke it.

"Now where were we?" you ask, your eyes looking into mine.

Slowly, you begin rubbing it up and down your wet slit, teasing your clit with its head. Looking into your eyes, I start kissing you again. My erection slips inside your tight, hot pussy. I am amazed at how hot and wet you are. Gently I push my hips forward, penetrating you.

"Mmmmm. Wow, that's great!" you gasp.

Soon, I have fully entered you, pause, and begin pulling back. Slowly, deliberately, I start penetrating you again. As I do, you try meeting me with a thrust of your own. Your pussy tries to engulf me, to swallow my hard shaft. We begin to build up a gentle rhythm. If possible, I feel you growing hotter and wetter.

"I'm so close," you groan. Sensing your impending orgasm, I begin to thrust harder and faster, hips moving quicker. Your hips rise off the counter to meet me. Suddenly, you arch your back and cry out.

"I'm cumming! Oh God! I'm cumming I'm cumm....ooooooooohhhh!"

I feel your hot pussy contracting on my cock, your spasms gripping and rippling over my throbbing penis. This sets me off. My testicles contract, and I begin to cum as well. My cock spasms as I shoot my hot juices inside your contracting, pulsating pussy. My lips press against yours and my tongue and your tongue meet. Eventually the spasms finish. You lean back against the mirror, the cold surface somewhat shocking to your overheated back. We look into each others eyes and at the exact same moment.

"Wow, that was great!" we exclaim in unison. We pause and laugh.

"Psycho!" we exclaim in unison again.

This sets off another round of laughter as I carry you to bed, ready to introduce even more pleasure.

Celestial Experiences

Written by a woman.
By Celine James (of Wiltshire)

It was one of those glorious English summer days, days when you wake up early and can't wait to open the door, days when you smile at strangers and feel that all is well with the world.

She had been alone now for almost three long months. He had left her silently one day. Arriving back from town to find an empty house, a wardrobe only half full and her life now half empty.

Yes, it had been a hard few months, putting on a brave face to the outside world and finding new places to go, where people wouldn't ask uncomfortable questions. When you build yourself around another you leave your identity behind.

She stepped out into the bright light of the morning and felt good. Perhaps the sun-shine was what she needed to spark up some joie du vivre and decided to walk to the pool. Her figure was trim and taut from the endless laps at the local pool. Swimming had been a way of forgetting herself. She swam every morning, 50 laps up and down and the water seemed to submerge the loneliness and consume all her thoughts. It had become something of an addiction to her.

It was somewhere they had never been together and she liked having it to herself. She was unaware of the admiration that she had created at the local pool. Men who had swum once or twice a week suddenly had the desire to attend more often. A number now religiously left their wives even earlier every morning to swim before work and wonder at the identity of Celeste.

She was indeed something of an enigma. A tall women, in her late 20s, she had presence. Her long black hair tied tight to her head, in what would be a severe hairstyle to many, but only accentuated her glorious bone structure. She always sported the same costume, one riding high along her pelvic bone emphasising the length of her leg and the smoothness of her pussy. Her breasts were full and her nipples sat high upon them. She was a splendid, sexual women and this nature had been suppressed in the recent past. She missed the athleticism of the sex they had had together and had been mourning its demise. However, her sexuality had been laying dormant, it was not dead, and today she had sensed the stirrings of it rising again.

She slipped out of her skimpy clothes and into the swim-suit, admiring herself for the first time in 3 months in front of the mirror. Diving, effortlessly into the quiet pool she began her morning ritual. However, she was not consumed by the swim as usual, instead she was aware of another. He was in the next lane, a fit handsome man in a rugged sort of way, pounding up and down with an almighty strength. She watched his arms, eating up the pool and the muscles in his back responding to the demands set by him. She felt a stirring deep below and made a point of catching his eye.

Of course, he had seen her too. He had been watching her for weeks now, waiting for this moment. He was challenging her athleticism with his and proving to her they were a good match. He bided his time, letting her look and knowing the effect upon her was what he desired. Suddenly, with one swift move, her was under the rope and next to her. She was caught off guard, surprised by his move but even more surprised by her reaction to his close proximity. She wanted this man and he knew it.

"Come with me" he said simply, and disappeared from her side.

He was under the water now and she was following his direction. He surfaced at the end of the pool and jumped out, standing watching her approach. Then, as she neared, he walked away into a far cubicle. She slipped out of the pool also and followed his path, driven by a strong desire to feel him close to her. When she approached the cubicle he pulled her inside and pinned her against the wall.

She was oozing sexuality and she could feel the warmth and wetness inside of her. She saw the reaction she had on him as his sex rose in front of her and she released it from the constriction of his shorts. He ripped her suit from her and took in the beauty of this women in front of him, cupping her breasts in his large hands and kneading them firmly so that it hurt. She tried to cry out in both pain and pleasure but he quickly moved a hand to her mouth to deafen the scream. She was squirming beside him so eager to have him enter her but he prolonged the agony a few minutes more. He twisted her around, keeping a hand over her mouth as her pushed her down onto her knees. He continued to maul her beautiful breasts whilst dragging his penis slowly across her back, teasing her with its erectness. She was touching herself now, desperate to have him take her. She taunted her labia, taking it between her two fingers and feeling the wetness transfer to her hand. She came up onto all fours ready for him and then, when she was almost to a point of orgasm, he entered her from behind. He was fast and hard and it hurt as much as it pleased her. His hand still over her mouth clamped down harder as she gasped in ecstasy.

She came quickly and freely, releasing herself from the torturous few months behind her. He was riding her hard enjoying the orgasm from her but willing her on to more. He pushed harder and deeper into her and she could feel his presence consume her, she knew he was close to coming but also that she too was ready again. He sensed her body well and finally they came together with an almighty, uncontrollable cry from them both. The cry deafened the pool and what had been an illicit event had now been introduced to the public. Lifeguards ran into the cubicle area, searching for the source of the screams.

"What's going on? Are you alright?"

Quickly they had to think and Celeste came up with an excuse.

Meekly, she put her head around the cubicle "I'm sorry for the noise, whilst my husband and I were getting dressed he told me what the lottery numbers were last night and I've won!"

Amy's Anal Seduction

Written by a man.
By Rob

We lay in bed after our experience in the bathroom. We lie together like spoons, your back to my front. My right arm wraps around your waist. My hand gently cups your left breast, my fingers absentmindedly caressing its pink nipple.

Your back is pressed against my chest: your warm, bare skin slightly damp from perspiration.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," you say, as you wiggle your buttocks back against my crotch.

"Careful, you," I say. "Mr. Happy is tired and will need a lot of encouragement to show any signs of life."

"Really?" you ask, turning your head to look at me.

"Yeah, really," I reply, "you've worn him right out."

"Oh, sorry. Nothing I can do would bring him back to life, I guess," you say, a funny twinkle in your eyes.

"Nope, not even dynamite."

I roll onto my back. You turn and lie with your head on my chest, looking up at me.

"You're sure?" Again, a twinkle in your eyes, a mischievous little grin starting to form at the corner of your mouth.

"Don't get any funny ideas."

My eyes close halfway as I begin to drift off. You start running your hand over my chest and abdomen. That feels nice, I say to myself as I relax even more. Your hand starts to lightly glide up and down my thigh, brushing close to my now soft manhood and soft testicles.

"Mmmm, careful, you," I murmur. The next thing I feel is the soft warmth of your lips wrapping around the head of my cock. This gets my attention.

"Whoa, girl, what do you think you're doing?" I ask in mock anger.

"Oh, nothing," is your reply. You look up, your eyes gleaming with arousal.

"Thought I'd clean things up a bit down here." "How are things down there?"

"Mmmmmm, tangy...not bad, not bad at all," you reply as you lick the combined taste of your pussy juice and my cum off your lips.

"I think I could really enjoy more of this."

"Hmm, keep that up and you might just be tasting something," I grin. This only causes you to start with more of the soft sucking that you'd started moments earlier. The warmth of your mouth is intoxicating. I can feel your tongue gently lick over the head of my penis. I lay back, enjoying the sensations. Slowly, with one hand, you begin to stroke my cock. Unbelievably, I start to harden under your gentle ministrations. My hand trails lightly over your back and neck, stroking along your spine. You moan, even though your mouth is very busy. This causes you to start to slide your lips up and down my erection faster, hardening me even more. Twisting a little, I can now reach down to your buttocks, my fingers caressing the hot flesh there.

"Whoa, girl," I say, "lie on your stomach and let me rub your back."

"Ok," you reply, releasing my now throbbing erection and stretching out on your tummy. I reach over to the nightstand and get a small bottle of massage oil. Popping the top open, I squirt some of the cherry scented oil onto your back. You wriggle a bit at the cool liquid hitting your back.

"Hey!" you squeal. "That's cold!"

"Sorry, baby. I'll warm you, um, I mean 'it' up."

I straddle your legs, kneeling on the bed. I gaze down at your beautiful back, a line of massage oil down your spine. Slowly, both hands start rubbing up the length of your back, working the oil into your skin. My thumbs make circular motions, pressing and kneading the muscles, working the tension out of your back.

You can feel my softening erection against the crack of your buttocks. My hands start working towards your shoulders, fingers pressing and releasing as I gently squeeze the muscles of your neck and shoulders. To do this, I have to lean forward and with this action, my cock brushes through the length of the valley between your buttocks.

"Hey, don't get any ideas with that cock of yours back there," you warn, teasingly.

"Too late. I have many ideas," I reply. To prove this, I spread your buttocks with my hands and gently run a finger over your tight, virgin anus.

"Hey, careful!" you moan. "No one's ever touched me there before."

This does little but excite me more. My hands keep rubbing and kneading the muscles of your neck, shoulders, and back. I look down to see your perfect back and buttocks, my erection starting to swell as I gaze at the rounded moons of your firm ass. Slowly, I move backwards and start to concentrate more of my attention on the tight cheeks. With both hands, I start rubbing up the back of your left leg, thumbs working into the hamstring muscle. Gently, almost imperceptibly, my fingers graze your swollen pussy lips. I can feel the heat and moisture. I smile to myself, knowing that this is turning you on but you're trying not to show it.

Next, I move to your right leg, working on loosening up the tight muscles. Again, but a bit more boldly, I graze your pussy with the tips of my fingers, the moisture even more apparent. This time you can’t help moaning and raising your hips slightly.

"Something wrong?" I ask, innocently.

"Mmmmm, no, keep doing what you're doing," is your dreamy reply. Looking down, I can see my swollen cock jutting out. I decide that now is a fine time to surprise you. My lips and tongue brush down your back, along your spine, to the top of your butt. I rain light kisses over one cheek, then the other. You giggle a little at the ticklish sensation. With each hand I grasp a round cheek and spread them, the valley of your backside now very visible. The tiny opening of your anus looks too inviting. I bend over and run my tongue lightly around the outside of it. Now you gasp, very loudly.

"Ooooohhh, my....Oh, my, oh God, oh wow...That's...That's....Wow," you trail off, hips writhing as my tongue rims your tiny puckered opening. I stiffen my tongue and gently prod the opening with the tip, ever so gently. The little opening resists slightly at first. The heat of your pussy and smell of your arousal is intoxicating. Then I realize, much to my delight, that you've slipped your right hand underneath you and you’re secretly playing with your swollen, stiff clit. This turns me on more. I continue to lick around and slightly into your anus. Your hips move even more and I try to hold them in place. Growing bolder, I decide to take the plunge. I stiffen my tongue and push it against your tight ass, trying to penetrate. You gasp again, moan, and start to shudder as my probing tongue presses into your anus, stretching it open.

"Cumming, oh my God I'm cumming. Ahhhhh, ooooooo," as you climax against your finger and my probing tongue.

I push even farther into your tight, dark hole. My tongue becomes a small cock and begins thrusting in and out of your tight asshole as I hold your butt open even wider. You climax for the second time in minutes, your hips thrusting back against my tongue as it probes your most intimate opening. I can feel it constrict and relax in waves as your orgasm washes over you. Your hips slow as your orgasm slowly subsides. Sitting back, I watch as your body settles. You turn your head and look at me.

"I've never felt that intense before," you say to me, lust in your eyes.

"Now, I can't believe what I'm going to say, but here goes. I want your cock in there. I want you to fuck my ass." My eyes widen in disbelief.

"You're sure?"

"I think so. I'm nervous, but yes, I think so," you reply. I can hear some hesitation in your voice, but see a gleam in your eye. A gleam that I've never seen before. It is pure lust and a little fear.

"I'll go easy and if you don't like it, we'll stop."

"I know, I'm just nervous."

I look down at your tight, round ass. My cock has grown to its full length at the thought of introducing this new pleasure.

Leaning over you to the night stand, I slide open the drawer and retrieve a small bottle. It is "Astro-Glide", a personal lubricant I had bought for something like this occasion. Gently, I spread your legs and kneel between them, separating the perfect halves of your butt. Just for good measure, I lean over and probe your tight opening with my tongue, eliciting a small gasp from you.

Grabbing a small pillow, I lift your slim hips and slide the pillow under your tummy, propping your ass up slightly. With one finger, I gently start to rub your clit. The nub starts to swell under my touch and your hips move a little in an effort to maximize the stimulation. Your hot slit starts to get wet again under this manipulation and I slowly slide one finger into your swollen, pink tunnel. Your pussy clings to my probing digit and I slide a second finger into the wet channel. Again, your hips move more, craving this erotic intrusion. You feel somewhat exposed, your hips propped up and your pussy and ass spread for me to see. I love it. You look sexy and slightly vulnerable at the same time.

"God, that feels so goooooood," you moan as I slide my two fingers into your soaking womanhood. Your hips thrust back against them, trying to get more of them inside.

"I thought you were going to do my ass?" you ask. Your voice is barely audible, almost whispering.

"Patience, honey, patience. I'm getting there."

You hear a little 'pop' as I open the top of the bottle of lube. You emit a gasp as the cool liquid drips slowly onto your hot anus and over my probing fingers. They don't need the extra lubrication as you are very wet from the continued stimulation. More drips follow and you clench slightly at the cool feeling on your hot asshole. I remove one of the fingers from your hot pussy.

"Awww, no. That feels so good. I love your fingers fucking me," you squeal in protest.

"That's not the idea right now," I say, looking at your little puckered rosebud. The lubrication makes it glisten in the light. I gently start to rub the lube over your tight orifice and continue to probe your hot pussy with my other finger. Y our groans are growing a bit louder now.

You bury your head in the pillow, embarrassed how aroused you are at this unusual act. My finger continues rubbing your tightness, the lube making it very slick under my finger. Ever so slightly, I dip just the very tip of it inside the tight, rubber ring of your anus.

"Oh, man. Oh, man. Wow. Ooooohhh," you trail off again, your face in the pillow. "That feels fucking amazing!" I drip some more lube over my invading finger and your hot asshole. The contrast between my hot finger and the cool lube causes you to clench a little. Gently, I begin to move just the tip in and out of your tiny opening. The tight muscle of your sphincter starts to relax and allows just a little more of my finger to enter. I look at you, trying to see your eyes. They are closed tight as you clench the sheets in your hands.

"Mmmmm, that doesn't hurt at all," you say quietly, somewhat amazed.

"It feels so exciting," you pause, "and very thrilling. Kinda different."

"What do you want me to do next?"

"Mmmmm, more of your finger, I think."

I coat my finger with more lube and gently begin to press it into your anus. My finger slides up to its first knuckle and I stop. The muscles are starting to clench at the intrusion, so I pause to let the muscles of your ass relax a bit. Slowly, I pull it back out so just the tip is inside. I begin a very, very gentle, very slow thrusting of my finger. It slides more easily now into your tight ass. Your hips start to arch a little off the pillow as they try to get more of my probing digit inside. My finger inside your pussy can feel the one in your ass through the thin walls that separate them.

"I'm ready," you pant. "I want your cock inside me. Inside my ass, now, please, please, please. I think I'm going to cum." "Yes, sweetie, if you're sure."

"I'm sure. I've never been this sure," you urge.

I kneel between your thighs, sliding my fingers out of your openings. Grabbing the bottle of lubricant, I open it and drip some more onto your relaxed anus and onto my hard cock. With my right hand, I begin to stroke my cock, hardening it even more and making it very slick. As I gaze at your anus, I doubt for a second that it will fit. Your tiny, round asshole looks too inviting to pass up, though, and I place the purple head of my erection against the tiny opening.

You gasp at the feeling of my hot cockhead touching your virginal asshole. Your hips rise, as if they have a need to help fit my hard cock inside your most intimate opening. I press slightly against the tight, rubbery ring of your anus. It is tight and hot. The lube does its job though and I feel the head of my cock start to penetrate. Your sphincter muscle clamps, trying initially to resist. Pausing, I wait for your response, holding my cock against your tight asshole.

"Ok, I'm ok. Push it in me, please. Gently, though. Go slowly, baby," you moan. Holding my cock in my right hand, I begin to press against the puckered opening. Your sphincter muscle relaxes and the head of my cock begins to slide past the ring. You feel your ass open slowly and accept my erection.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh," you breathe out at the feeling of the invasion of your ass. Your pussy is soaking wet and you slide one finger down to masturbate your hard clit. You can feel the hot liquid of your arousal running over your fingers and onto your hand as you feel more of my cock slide into your hot ass. There is a little discomfort at first. The manipulation of your swollen clit makes up for it.

I pause for a second, looking down at the first inch or two of my cock buried inside your nether region. You shake a little at the feelings overwhelming you. I lean over top of you, my mouth just inches away from your ear.

"How is this so far? Are you ok?"

"Unnngh....Yes, yes...Hold on for a second, let me get used to how this feels...Ohhhh...Ok, push some more into me...Push it all in, but slowly. Let me enjoy the sensation."

I place my hands at either side of your head and start to push more of my swollen, slick erection into your asshole. The tight opening relaxes farther to accept more of me into your previously untouched backside. You arch your hips a little to assist me. This is so arousing to me. My cock, if possible, swells even more. Soon, you feel my pubic hair against your ass cheeks. I am completely inside you. I can feel your finger now. You've slid it inside your pussy and are thrusting it in and out.

"Ok, I'm ready. Fuck my ass," you whisper. I slowly begin my withdrawal, your ass clutching at me. Soon, nothing but the head of my cock is inside. You can feel it through your cunt. Pressing forward, my cock slips into you, easier this time due to your relaxation. Nothing but smooth sliding as I penetrate your asshole. You've begun to move your hips up to meet me.

"Unngggghhhhh....Oh yeah, oh that's it oh that's good so fucking soooooo fucking....Ahh...Ungghhh," is all that you can utter, words trailing off to just a moan.

You feel my chest against your back as I press against you. Slowly, I let my cock start to slide back out. Then I repeat the thrust, my cock sliding even easier into your tight tunnel.

"Close. I'm getting close. Sooooo close," you breathe. My hips are starting to move a little faster now, thrusting in and out of your smooth, tight ass. My hips bump against your firm ass cheeks as I thrust into you. Your asshole fully accepts my length. As your hips pump up and down against my cock, I feel your fingers fluttering over and inside your overheated pussy. Your juices soak your hand and the pillow. "Oh, that's it that's it that's it....Fuck me, Rob, fuck my ass....Oh, God...I'm onnnnnaaaa....I'm....Ohhhhhh.....I'm cummmmmmmminggg....."

I can feel your climax, your asshole clamping down on my cock as your pussy spasms on your thrusting fingers. I can't hold back, your climax triggering my own. My cock starts to erupt, shooting hot cum deep inside your clenching cavern. We both groan in orgasm, you can feel my white hot jets of semen inside your ass. A second, quick orgasm overwhelms you and I continue to thrust, my orgasm reaching into my very soul. Slowly, I pull my softening penis out of you. Shudders shake your body as the aftershocks of yet a third orgasm wrack your body. I look down at my deflating penis. Getting up, I cross the room to the bathroom and return moments later with a warm, wet washcloth and gently wipe the lube from your cute bottom. I curl up behind you, my arm around you.

You murmur something to the effect of "wow, that was so amazing" as your breathing slows into a gentle, rhythmic pattern. It takes me a few minutes to realize that you've drifted off to sleep. I kiss your cheek and lay my head on the pillow behind yours and soon I, too, am asleep.

Further adventures of Colleen

Written by a woman.
Colleen

It had been about 3 weeks since my visit to Babette's apartment. Things had been busy at work and we had seen each other and talked, but nothing was mentioned about our pleasure time. I had been out with a couple of guys on dates, and I fucked them at the end of the date, it was good (they each enjoyed it immensely), but I just didn't get the pleasure I got from Babette.

Then, on Friday morning she came by my desk and said she had a new wine I might like, and if I was free to come on by that evening at 7:00. I readily agreed. I already had a date, but I cancelled that. All day long, every time I thought of her and her great body, I got hot. I thought "I've got to stop this or I walk out of here with a wet spot on the front of my skirt!".

I arrived on time and she answered the door wearing the same robe as before. I came in and sat down, she poured some wine and we chatted a bit about the office, usual girl talk.

Then I said "It's a bit warm in here."

I pulled my sweater off over my head, and since I purposely hadn't worn a bra that night, my big tits just popped out. My nipples were already hard from my thoughts. I caressed them and she couldn't take her eyes away.

She said, "Yes, it is hot" and stood up and let her robe drop.

She smiled, and I looked up and down her body, just as good and delicious as I remembered. She came over, sat beside me and we kissed long and hard, our tongues teasing one another. I put my head back and she kissed all the way down my throat to my chest and then on to my tit. She started to suck and play with the hard nipple with her tongue, while she squeezed the other tit with her hand. Oh, that was great!!!! She pulled me to my feet, and I quickly slipped off my skirt and panties.

She reached down and felt my pussy, she smiled and said "Already wet? So am I."

So I felt her, and she was.

We rubbed each others pussy's for a few seconds, then she said "Come on." and led me in to the bedroom. As we left the sofa, she reached down and picked up a basket I hadn't seen before.

I said "What's that?" and she said "New pleasures" and smiled.

We got to the bed and I laid down across it like before. She leaned over me again, putting one of her large tits in my mouth while she sucked one of mine - it was as great as I remembered, first swirling her tongue and licking it, then sucking and nibbling with her teeth softly, all the while rubbing my other nipple with her thumb and forefinger. I did the same to her, but I enjoyed sucking more, which she seemed to enjoy having me do, and since her other tit was hanging down, I squeezed it like I was milking her. She moaned with pleasure when I started that. We switched tits, and she started to suck my other one and I sucked her other one. She reached her free hand down and slowly rubbed my pussy. I spread my legs even further apart and thrust up against her hand, eager for some action there.

She said "Well, let's see what we have in the basket?"and pulled out a large long banana, and started to peel it. I knew what was going to happen and I got hotter.

She knelt between my widely spread legs and kissed my pussy, then licked it softly. I know I was moaning, but I didn't care. She moved back and then I felt the banana - she just touched it to my pussy, but I was so hot my pussy almost sucked it in.

She slowly moved it in - it was at least 9 or 10 inches long, and I moaned "Give me all of it" and she slowly did.

My hips were really moving now, but she pushed it all the way in and then started pulling it out with her teeth and eating it as it came slowly out. My orgasm, that had been building all day long, came in a rush, flooding her mouth and she hungrily licked it all. I lay back completely spent.

She stood up and rubbed her pussy, and said "Let's have some more wine and then you can do me with a large cucumber that I have."

I said "Gawd, that sounds great. Maybe you can fuck me with that later?"

She said, "Well, since tomorrow is Saturday, and if you don't have anything to do, we could go all night."

With my head spinning and my knees weak, I said "That would be heaven."

Mile High Club

Written by a man.
Quick1

We were traveling to an airshow in my experimental aircraft. I built it myself and although it is small, it is also very fast. The sky was deep blue and the air was smooth and we were cruising at 7,500 feet. This aircraft is very compact and you sit in a reclining position, rather like a Chevrolet Corvette. The 'Vette phrase "Wrap your ass in fiberglass" certainly applies here. My little bird is sparsely furnished and has rather thin padding. The passengers sit side-by-side with the pilot in the left seat. The control stick is at the end of the armrest and the pilot controls the plane with his right hand, throttle with the left. The cockpit was always quite noisy and we often wear earplugs which makes verbal communication difficult.

Since she was a teacher, she would often write notes rather than having to shout. The two reclining seats are separated by a center console and also has the control stick (the airplane's, that is).

Linda is 10 years younger than I, and the greatest thing about her is that she is always ready to try something different. After all, how many women would be willing to fly away with me in a plastic airplane that weighed less than a Harley-Davidson?

My darling was reading a novel and taking a few notes on her reporters pad. We were about half way to our destination when she wrote on the small pad "Do you belong to the Mile High Club"? I shook my head and she flipped to the next page. It already said, "Do you want to join?" Although I couldn't hear it, I could see her giggle.

Hell yes I want to join, I was long overdue, but in this? There's not enough room! But I figured if I could build and fly the damn thing I ought to be able to put it to other uses too.

I responded by giving her a short kiss and then briefly placed my hand on her left thigh as she smiled at me. Now there are some major logistical problems involved in this type of endeavor, but since there wasn't any air traffic in this neck of the woods I decided it would be safe enough to go for it, without too much risk of running into another plane.

We were both wearing light summer clothing. You know, those nylon running shorts that make you feel like you're hardly wearing anything. Linda got things started (or better put, my thing started) nicely in a non-verbal kind of way. We both unbuckled our 4 point seat belt harness systems and cast the straps aside. (This could be especially dangerous if the plane went upside down. We would both be plastered against the canopy with no way to get right side up)! I laughed as she pulled her shorts off, then playfully pulled them over my head. The heady scent of her pussy caused my nostrils to flare and I knew we had to do this!.

Linda reached over and pulled my shorts aside giving freedom to my rapidly hardening cock. She very slowly started running just the the tips of her fingers up and down my cock, from the tip, down to my balls, and to that, oh so sensitive spot between my sac and anus. She did this over and over to the point that I was straining so much I thought my skin would split!

This woman was was amazing! She was almost forty years old with a grown daughter, still had great tits, and loved to fuck! She couldn't lean forward enough to pull her shirt off so she just pulled her T-shirt above her full breasts and lifted up her bra. I reached over with my left hand and started rubbing her nipples in the bright sunlight. They taughtened quickly.

While we were entertaining ourselves, I had to take care of the airplane too. There is no autopilot installed so I had to maintain enough concentration to keep the thing right side up, but you could forget about looking around for other planes!

The seating arrangements in my plane are like having two people in reclining adjoining chaise lounge chairs. We were close enough for real heat to develop, but we had that damn armrest divider between us!

We couldn't kiss very much here either, but she was able to nuzzle my neck and kiss that sweet spot just behind my earlobe. She made me quiver down to my toes. She lifted herself up, leaned over the center console, and put her face into my lap. I had to reach over her back with my right hand so I could keep my hand on the stick. Linda immediately started sucking on my pulsing cock like like it was critical for our survival. Up and down she went, head, shaft, balls, head, shaft, balls, head, shaft balls. As she was sliding her mouth up and down she started fingering her cunt, moving her middle finger through the ridge formed by her lovely petals. She started that familier circular motion just at the top of her slit and she started forgetting just where we were.

I was in the confounding condition of wanting to totally lose control myself too, but also knowing that maintaining control was critical to our survival. What wild conflicting pleasure!

By now she had sort of half turned around, facing me, and awkwardly moved one leg over the console and slid down my leg toward the rudder pedals. She was half-way over when her anxious cunt accidentally brushed along the control stick. Linda looked at me like she suddenly had a vision!

She kissed me deeply and while she did, squirmed back and forth allowing the finished wood stick grip to spread her pussy open. When she was positioned directly over it she eased herself down to allow the top of the wood stick to slide into her. I still was holding the lower part of the grip as she slowly moved downward, a half inch at a time.

As she became more comfortable she started moving slowly from side to side, then forward and back. Well naturally, every time she moved the stick my little plane would either bank, pull up or dive. To an outside observer it must have looked like the aerial version of "If this plane's rockin, don't come knockin".

She rocked and twitched and squirmed, and with every move of her cunt the plane had to follow. If my little aircraft had a sky writer's smoke system it would have looked like hieroglyphics being traced through the blue sky. Linda started to shudder and clamped down hard on the stick and her wetness oozed out of her and onto my hand. As her first orgasm began, she started to raise herself upright. I was afraid she would burst the canopy open, so I pulled her back down as her whole body tensed as she came and came and came! Looking back on it, it all seemed so incredible. Linda had actually fucked my airplane while in flight!

She opened her eyes and looked at me with a greedy smile. "You're next" she shouted. Carefully lifting herself off the stick, Linda moved over to me. She managed to pull her headrest off the seat and was able to get it under my ass to lift me up. In this position, it was impossible for me to lift myself up. She would have to do most of the work.

Now remember, this would be much like screwing in a Corvette while driving down the interstate. My girl kind of twisted around, grabbed my cock and rubbed it along her wet vagina. I could feel the hair, and lips, and wetness as she slid it up and down her slit. With a quick motion she arched her back and thrust her pelvis down onto me and I slid inside. She kept herself pushed down while I made small motions into her, there wasn't really much room for movement.

She squeezed down on me with her cunt and wiggled a little. God, what a woman! Linda now had hold of me just as tightly as she had earlier clamped onto the control stick. Her pussy contracted over and over again. It was one of those intense of sexual moments where there is little movement but you are both on the edge of a chasm, and it only takes the slightest nudge to send you both over the edge. And did we go over the edge!

I strained upwards and backwards, my head butting against the Plexiglas canopy. Linda bore down on me like like she was trying to push me through the floor. I exploded and she went into trembling spasms. Her movements became tiny, almost imperceptible and my cock I felt like it was being sucked into a black hole. As this was going on, I was unconsciously pulling back on the stick and the plane was going up and up Realizing we might be in trouble and it was too late to turn back, I pulled further back on the stick to complete an entire loop! The extra G-forces pushed her flatter onto me and I could feel the tip of my cock against her cervix.

I was able to recover from both the dive and from her fucking. Linda started to slide back to her seat, and I tried to resume my normal scan of the instrument panel. A great shock! The oil pressure had dropped to almost nothing!! This meant the engine had only a few minutes to live. I recalled an airport a few miles back, did a 180 degree turn and throttled to idle.

We were able to safely glide most of the way and make it to the field. Upon examination, I discovered that the oil cooler had ruptured and only 1 quart of oil remained in the sump on landing!

I can only speculate what would have happened happen if we were weren't any faster. The plane would have run out of oil, seized, and we would have crash landed. As it was, I was able to make necessary repairs and we continued on.

As usual, at the air show my plane attracted throngs of people and had a great many admirers going over it. As I was answering the usual questions from the onlookers, Linda whispered in my ear "You've got lipstick on your thigh". I looked down and there it was, just below my shorts. I just smiled. One person looked at the planes little control stick and said "That's all it takes? It looks so small"!

Don't you love secrets?

The Alternative Rescue Service

Written by a woman.
Sarah from Surrey

It was one of those beautiful late summer evenings when the sun was just beginning to lose it's intensity, bringing a calming, balmy atmosphere, peaceful and tranquil.

She had rushed out of the house on some desperate purpose, however, her intentions were fated not to be realized that night, as circumstances detoured the course of events rather dramatically. She was, as usual, driving faster than she should, humming some infuriatingly catchy tune that they seemed to play over and over on the local radio station. The route she had selected had taken her along a rural lane; the amazing variation on the color green distracted her for a few seconds.

Then ahead, she noticed upon a Brooklands green MG sports car which registered in her brain as being vaguely familiar. Her memory scanning rapidly, she recognized the figure standing beside the immobile vehicle. Automatically, her foot released the accelerator pedal and depressed decidedly onto the brake. She indicated left and pulled to a halt behind the MG.

As she stepped out, she greeted the man with a shy smile, 'Well ,hello. I thought it was you'. She quickly absorbed the sight before her; he was at least 6 foot tall, with brown curly hair, a tanned attractive face, long athletic legs covered in faded denims and a plaid shirt covering a broad chest. He smiled back, although plainly he was rather perturbed about the state of his vehicle. 'What a stroke of luck, fancy bumping into you in the middle of nowhere', his eyes sparkled as the grin spread over his face. 'Well, now I'm here, what can I do to help?' she volunteered, surveying the broken down car. 'How about a lift to the nearest phone so I can call out the garage?' he suggested. 'Of course, jump in.' She giggled slightly, amused at the situation. The sun was beginning to set and rays flickered from behind the trees. The sky was developing into a beautifully orangey pink hue, warm and relaxing. A gentle breeze whispered through the leaves, caught the flap of her wrap around skirt and flicked it open for a fraction of a second.

Instinctively, she grabbed the flailing fabric to protect her modesty, but it was too late, he had seen the dark triangle of tight curls contrasting against the creamy flesh of her thighs. He tried to disguise his reaction, but the sharp intake of breath and surprised glance must have betrayed him. Compounded with the stirring in his jockeys, he was convinced she knew that he knew!

She smiled, vaguely embarrassed and gestured towards her car. Inside, he tried not to stare too obviously at her silky thighs which were visible now that her skirt had slipped apart as she had changed gear. 'It's really good to see you again' he started earnestly.

She glanced sideways at him, shooting a wicked , inviting grin. 'I've missed you', she said, removing her hand from the gear knob and lightly resting it onto his leg. Immediately, lightening bolts jarred his insides and he felt his penis struggle to expand in the confined space. He reciprocated by tentatively placing his palm on her leg, half on the fabric and half touching the bare flesh.

She smiled encouragingly, 'That's rather nice'. He grew bolder and inched his hand a little higher. She responded by stroking his thigh a little more persistently, creeping closer and closer towards his crotch. All the while, the car (on automatic pilot) was flying along the country lane in the direction of the nearest phone box. 'I can't concentrate!' she cried out, her voice slightly husky, 'I'll crash the car!' 'Turn left, just past that post box', he took command, recklessly devising a scheme. 'I know of a secluded spot we can stop for a while'. She smiled in acknowledgement and followed his directions to a totally obscure hideaway. She pulled up the hand brake and neatly extinguished the engine. Then, neatly, she unclipped her seat belt and leaned over to the passenger seat. Their lips met, their arms entwined, as she shifted her weight towards him. Both were breathing heavily; tiny beads of perspiration were visible on his forehead and she felt vaguely faint with desire.

They kissed long and hard, their tongues probing, exploring. His hands deftly unsnapped the clasp of her bra, releasing her small pert breasts. He cupped each one in turn, massaging firmly, as if comparing one with the other. The nipples, minute and erect, betrayed her arousal. Her hand massaged his inner thigh, brushed lightly over his balls, causing him to gasp. She giggled at his reaction and proceeded to unbutton his fly. She slid her hands inside his jeans, tentatively pressing her palm to ascertain the exact position of his manhood. Locating the mound, she wrapped her fingers around the warm, slightly damp, impatient rod and grasped confidently. Only the cotton pants between her and her goal now, so she wriggled her fingers carefully under the elastic and back down to reunite with his penis.

In the meantime, he directed his hand downwards, anxious to confirm his earlier suspicions. It hadn't been his imagination, she wasn't wearing any underwear! He stroked her curls then crept down between her thighs to feel her lips, heated and swollen and inserted his index finger inside her. She was extremely wet and inviting, her muscles quivering and the juices flowed even more abundantly. She moaned in approval, clenching her hand around him, decidedly stroking him. 'I want you inside me' she muttered with an air of authority and promptly straddled him. He managed to lower his jeans just sufficiently for his penis to spring out from its restraint. Carefully, she shifted her weight, guiding him into her. He gasped with the feeling as her muscles squeezed and released him as she gently rocked over him. Her pelvic control made him moan in ecstasy and towards oblivion. As the sensations built up, he cupped her buttocks to assist with the grinding motion and to pull her hard into him so he could penetrate her to the absolute maximum.

The intensity increased as they each concentrated on the pleasures buzzing around their heads. Suddenly they could bear it no longer and they were simultaneously gripped by orgasm . Her nails dug through the cloth shirt on his back, her screams of ecstasy almost pierced his eardrum. His cries almost resembled that of torture, but the satisfied grin on his face immediately after betrayed his pleasure. 'That was wonderful' she purred, replete. 'You felt so..oo good, deep inside me'. 'I loved it', he conceded, 'You were just delicious. But tell me something hat made just a tiny bit curious, do you make a habit of going out without wearing underwear?'

She broke into an enormous chuckle. 'No', she explained, 'I was just in a hurry and forgot!

Night Flight

Written by a man.
Quick1

Sam and Linda boarded Thai Airlines flight 305 bound for Nepal at noon Sunday in Los Angeles. They had been married the day before in Phoenix, got half drunk at the small reception, and then caught the early evening Southwest to Los Angeles; Their first married night together was almost anticlimactic. Often, the realization never quite meets the expectation for some long anticipated but elaborately staged events. And weddings can certainly fall into that category.

Linda gave it a good try, but after a very crowded day of running the wedding, reception, and the rush to fly to LAX she was tired and was just looking forward to a little rest. Not that she didn't want to make love with her love - they had been having sex for the six months they'd known each other, but right now there just wasn't the romantic edge that she had planned on, but she performed as well as she could muster. "Really", she thought once that first episode was over, "once we get to Katmandu we can relax a little and I'll fuck his brains out"! As they drifted off to sleep the recent events of the wedding assaulted her mind in a dreamlike confusion. She only knew that she loved Sam dearly and that little voice in the back off her mind reminded her that she was doing the right thing by marrying him.

The economy class section of the 747-400 was two thirds full. Most were Koreans and Thai's with a few American businessmen and trekkers thrown in.; Sam loved to fly and he had booked a window seat so he could watch the sky go by. They hoped they would be able to spread out a little if extra seats were available. On the 747 each window section had three seats abreast and the center section was five across. This was going to be a long flight and they could use any spare room they could get. Thirteen hours to Seoul, then another six to Katmandu.

A pretty young Asian woman was struggling with a huge bag, trying to shove it into the overhead bin. Sam helped and she smiled, bowed her head, and pressed her hands together in the traditional Thai thank you gesture.; Obviously, she didn't speak any English. Sam got all the bags in place, and sat in the window seat with Linda and Boonlua sat in the aisle seat. After take off and the climb to cruise, the young Thai woman got up and moved across the aisle, to take advantage of empty seats in the center section. She occupied herself by looking at the in-flight magazine and organizing her carry on bag. Soon, a surprisingly good dinner was served along with plenty of wine. The flight attendants efficiently moved up the aisle, smiling that peculiarly insincere smile that you know is a little phony, but they were very nice. The first movie was a Robin William's flick, which was pretty good. Fifteen minutes into the second, Sam pulled down one of the thin blankets provided by the airline and pulled it over him and Linda.; He had raised the armrest; that separated the two of them and they were able to snuggle as two lovers desperate for ultimate closeness; Linda laid her head on Sam's shoulder and was able to feign sleep for only about 10 seconds. She kissed him sweetly on the lips and he held her closely. Her hands moved slowly across his chest and down across his lap. "I love you too," he said, responding to the unspoken message. They both took a deep breath and tried to relax. As soon as they got to their next hotel they would be able to let go and fuck each other silly, but that would just have to wait. Meanwhile, a little petting here in the back of the plane wouldn't hurt and there wasn't anyone in their line of sight except for that girl from Thailand, who appeared to be asleep.

Linda's hands pressed hard against Sam's jean covered cock. He shifted a bit to rearrange his erection and she moved her hands across the bulging crotch. As she rubbed he became rigid faster than he thought possible, causing him to squirm with impatience.

His arm that was wrapped around her shoulder found its way to her breasts through the neck opening of her sweater. They kept the blanket up to their necks and unsuccessfully tried to stifle their movement. He did not want anyone to see them, and hoped the rest of the passengers would be either engrossed in the movie, or asleep. He soon had her bra pulled up over her breasts. He lightly pulled and twisted her hard nipples and lifted the right breast as she pushed herself into his hand. Both of their pelvises ground against their clothes with great frustration and Linda rubbed his crotch all the harder.

"Well, I'm not about to wait till we get off this fucking airplane" Linda whispered. She tugged at his belt and zipper then pulled the fly aside. Losing all patience, she pulled his under shorts down till they lodged under his balls. Immediately Sam pulled the zipper down Linda's jeans and stuck in his hand. All of their movements were awkward, like teenagers in the back of their parent?s car, but their urgency wiped out the need for any finesse. His middle finger dove into the opening in her jeans and she raised herself to him, allowing the finger to enter. They both giggled, and took a furtive glance around. The flight attendants had returned the drink cart and the cabin lights were set to dim. "What if somebody sees us"? She whispered with a big smile. "Who's going to? The girls are finished with the drinks. Come on, nobody'll see!" The only other passenger in direct line of sight was the Thai girl across the aisle, and she was now asleep.

Linda started to stroke Sam's member as he moved two fingers along her slit, and with his other hand he continued to enjoy her breasts. "My friend is lonely," he said. That was their pet code phrase for Linda to go down on him. They had both agreed that it sounded better than "suck my cock" and was the personal little silly lover's joke that they enjoyed. "No way!" she whispered. "Don't you like it when I do this?" and she tugged on him a little faster and with a stronger grip. "Yes! Keep doing it, but my friend is REALLY lonely." It always sounded silly, but it always got the message across.

With that, Linda pulled the blanket over her head and leaned over. Sam lifted up his bottom and slid his pants and shorts halfway down to his knees. He couldn't keep is hand in her cunt anymore but was able to reach around and cup her breast as she consoled his lonely friend. She started sucking quickly right away, which made the Blanket bobble up and with so much enthusiasm that he whispered, "Linda, easy." She slowed down a little.

Across the aisle Boonlua wasn't really sleep. She too, had a blanket around her, her short skirt was pulled up, and was massaging herself as she watched the horny couple through half opened eyes. She had seen them squirm under the blanket and decided that she wasn't going to be lonely either. In contrast to the couple across the aisle, her masturbation was almost painfully slow. Her finger moved, ever so slowly around her sparsely furred opening. To an observer she would appear asleep, but she was just quietly crazed. Linda cupped Sam's balls and continued to make his friend feel not quite so lonely. She had this thing she did that drove Sam nuts. It was some kind of swirling motion she made with her tongue while she sort of rolled her head around. Then she went deeper and sucked harder than ever before.

Boonlua felt ashamed watching them but she was also fraught with desire. It wasn't right watching these two shameless Americans and she knew she shouldn't. But, she also couldn't stop.

Part of the blanket fell off of Linda's head so Boonlua could see the back of the brunette's head as she continued on. Her eyes widened and she tightened her thighs over her busy hand as Sam pulled the blanket back up.

After several unbelievable minutes of this, Sam started to stiffen and tried to stretch his legs out straight. Linda stroked him faster, and sucked harder, just slightly dragging her teeth over the head. She usually did not care for swallowing cum, but had a few times in the past. He put one hand gently on the back of her head in wordless encouragement for her to stay there.

"What the hell", she thought. "There's nothing to clean it up with anyway" as she bobbed up and down harder and harder, tightly grasping his root and balls. "Oh, Linda" he breathed in a loud whisper. "Now, beautiful" he whispered as the hot jet of his cock jammed into her mouth. "I'm cumming NOW!" "Ommghhm" she gurgled. She pulled back a little to be able to swallow, then went down for more, sucking up the rest. Sam was going into absolute spasms. "Oh, my god" he whispered. She suddenly started stroking him faster with her hand and sliding her lips up and down over the head with furious movements. "Oh, fuck!" he cried. That always created a unique sensation, especially in the few moments after he had cum. "Ohhh" he tried to stifle the sound. She took another couple of deep sucks, while stroking him rapidly just for good measure and Sam collapsed back into his seat. "Now what am I supposed to do?" she was frustrated. "You got off, and all I get is breath freshener!" she laughed.

"Lie back against the window" Sam said. He was certainly satisfied, but he loved her and wanted to make her as happy as she had made him. Besides, he was confident that he would revive quickly.

All of the big plane's window shades were pulled down and Linda scrunched up against the side of the fuselage. It was difficult making good use of the skimpy blanket, but did the best with what they had. Sam grasped her slacks at the waistband as she lifted herself up.

She leaned back and pushed her pelvis out, to make it easier for Sam's entrance. Kneeling in the small space allowed for economy seating he searched for her treasure. Sweet kisses were planted on her upper thighs. Oh the scent. I think it was musk by alysha ashley, the subtle aroma of the perfume mixed with the powerful smell produced by her inner body produced an olfactory sex pheromone strong enough to propel rockets!

He dove at her with an intensity that startled and pleased her. "Careful!" she whispered loudly. He barely heard her. Now recovered from the previous orgasm, Sam went after Linda like a desert survivor after a water hole. He first licked up and down, in long sweeping slurps. She alternately opened her legs wider, then clamped his head like a vice. "Oh, migod that feels good" in a voice now a little louder than a whisper.

She spread her legs wider and to steady herself, placed her foot up on the adjoining seat. He slowed down a little and started planting sweet little kisses all over her femininity. He gently pulled the lips back and started long, sweeping licks that caused her to draw her breath in little gasps. First bottom to top, then top to bottom. His kisses under the blanket grew in frequency and intensity. He loved going down on her, and she loved being on the receiving end.

"Please Sam! I've got to cum, please!" she cried in a loud whisper. While still licking, he took her right hand from the back of his head and placed it onto her pubic mound. She started rubbing her clit furiously.

Now she had him deeply eating her while she was doing herself. She kept rubbing herself while Sam moved up a little and started sucking on her now moist fingers, licking the wetness off her fingers. His mouth now captured her middle finger and sucked it all the way in, just the way she had sucked his cock.

"Ohhhh", she moaned. The mixed pleasures of him licking her pussy and sucking her masturbating fingers was just too much. "I've going to cum now! I'm got to cum NOW!"

She was only a little louder, but in the quiet aircraft, it sounded to Sam almost like a shout.

Her thighs clenched around him so tightly he could scarcely breathe. Not caring, he pressed his face harder and shook his head from side to side in tiny, rapid movements. He rose slightly and with his tongue drove her finger away from her swollen clitoris. He surrounded the nub with his lips and exhaled over it while humming a deep sound that set up an unbelievable vibration in her. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair as if she was holding on for dear life itself.

"Gaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she gasped, "STOP!!!!" But he wouldn't, he just kept it up until she stopped shuddering and was able to tug his head back. Sam breathed deeply, finally getting oxygen.

Boonlua was finishing her orgasm too. The shame and guilt that previously encompassed her being was swept away by viewing the unbelievable scene before her. As Sam was diving between Linda's legs, Boonlua's fingers were furiously going at her own love bead.

When Linda started to gasp, Boonlua's body also stiffened, her legs straightened, and her toes curled as the wave swept over her. Unlike her counterpart across the aisle, she did not cry out rather, she let out an almost inaudible squeak. As the couple collapsed, Boonlua curled into her seat as a few tears filled her eyes.

Sam and Linda straightened themselves up and got their clothes back in order and rang for the flight attendant to bring some more wine. There was another 9 hours left in the flight.

The Violin

Written by a man.
By PHILIP

"What's that?" I asked, Intrigued.

Danielle looked up and smiled. It was an appealing smile, beautiful, and maybe just a little shy, as if she were suddenly uncertain that she were doing the right thing.

"This?" She held up two red sticks for me to see, one slightly fatter and longer than the other with a little curved lip added to one end which made it look like a strange spoon.

"You want to know what this is?"

I nodded. "Do you rub them together to make fire?"

She laughed at my, admittedly, feeble joke; but her laugh wasn't forced; in fact I wasn't sure if she was laughing at my joke or rather something else, the irony of which only she understood. When she had finished (with a subtle snort) she shot me a direct look with those amazing hazel eyes and, confident now, replied, "Yes, In a way."

My living room was growing dim from the approaching summer evening, but even in the pleasant gloom I could tell that she was blushing slightly. The delicious scent came through the open French windows from my garden and the song of a solitary bird hung in the air. We had enjoyed a meal and a bottle of red wine and I felt good. One of those brief moments in time that we all live for, hope for. Over the main course she said she was a musician, but wouldn't reveal what instrument she played. "Just wait." she said, smiling "Later." When she smiled a little crease appeared in the corner of her right mouth, which I found charming. I looked at the sticks again, they were both smooth, a metal strip ran the length of the shorter one. I couldn't make out whether they were made from metal or plastic, and what was that lip for?

"So," I said, foolishly attempting another joke, "you play the sticks."

She laughed. "No, silly, it's a violin."

I took another look, didn't look much like any violin I'd ever seen before. "A violin?"

She nodded. Her short red hair bounced. "An electric one."

"Oh!" I said. "Of course."

"Hold on a minute while I..." She bent down and when she straightened she was holding out a jack plug.

"Where's your hi-fi?"

I didn't need to tell her, she saw the system hiding beside the TV. Carrying a small box with her she walked to the hi-fi, pulled it out and began fiddling with the connections at the back. I enjoyed watching her work, bent over the device. She was average height, her body slim, but still full of subtle curves. I like subtlety in a woman, straight lines that turn out not to be straight after all, a thin waist that gradually leads the eyes up to small breasts and a slender neck. Her moderate hips stretching the material of her thin black trousers. When she turned my eyes dipped quickly to her breasts, they were high and slight under her shirt, I could imagine them under the fabric of her blouse, like two tiny, horizontal mount Fujis. A strange likening, I know, but as it turned out an accurate one. She caught me looking, the crease appeared in the corner of her mouth. I quickly turned my gaze to the hi-fi, a little ashamed.

"That's it." She smiled at my confused expression. "No wires, whatever I play is transmitted via the box to the amplifier." She waved her hand. "Through the air. Like magic."

I nodded dumbly, technical stuff was not my strong point. Instead of returning to the sofa she pulled a high-backed wooden chair over into the middle of the room. From her handbag she produced a series of coloured wires, each ending with a little flat bulb of clear plastic. She talked as she plugged the wires into the black box. "I don't own it." She paused briefly and I saw that she was looking inwards. A second passed and she shook her head slightly and went back to work.

"The violin?"

She fitted a red wire. "Yes. A friend of mine dabbled in a bit of inventing. He was a bit of a boffin, I suppose you could say. He was interested in electrodermal activity."

"Pardon?"

The green wire followed the blue. "Something to do with polygraph tests. To you and me that's lie detectors, which are apparently wildly inaccurate. He didn't go into a great deal of detail but he constructed machines that were operated by the body, by their uncontrollable electrical reactions." She looked at me over her shoulder. "He told me that the body never lies."

I smiled. "Like the camera?"

She shook her head. "The camera always lies." With the last wire attached she began pressing the flat bulbs against her skin, smearing the areas of her skin first with a clear gel from a small tube. "These pick up the electrodermal reactions of my skin." She pressed one against each of her palms, she kicked off her shoes and connected another two to the soles of her feet, followed by her temples. She undid the first two buttons on her blouse, enough for me to see the top of her white bra, pushing the last two onto the white skin of her upper chest. "I'm all connected up now."

Careful not to tug the wires she sat down on the chair. She sat straight, spine resting against the wood, placed the longer stick against her neck, the spoon supporting her chin, very much like a violin. With her right hand she gracefully brought up the thinner rod, the bow, and rested it on the smooth surface of the thicker rod, on the metal strip. I sat back in the sofa with a sort of half-smile on my face, feeling a bit embarrassed, I'm not sure for whom. Her face was suddenly immobile, like a mask, concentration on the task in hand. Very slowly she drew the short stick back and the most haunting sound I have ever heard burrowed its way into my head. The sound came from my hi-fi, I knew that, yet the sound seemed to come from everywhere at once. Inside my head, inside my heart, inside my stomach, over my skin like the tingling of a slight electrical current. The sound was definitely that of a violin, but it constantly shifted, now a violin, then an organ, maybe even the haunting whistle of a flute. The shift was so smooth and subtle that unless I concentrated I wouldn't have thought there had been a change at all. Again I looked at Danielle's face, and this time I saw she was in pain, but not physical pain. Her mouth was pressed tightly shut, her lips two straight lines, her eyes closed, forehead creased, but the bow moved with grace across the red cylinder. My initial curiosity vanished as the music begun to effect me. The melody was haunting and sad, the saddest thing I had ever heard. This was pure emotion converted into the textures and shades of music. I could not compare it with anything I had ever heard before: it was neither classical nor new age, this sound was utterly personal and unique to this young woman who played on the strange instrument. I drifted away... ...and saw my father. He waved goodbye to me from the gate, the briefcase clutched in his right hand, rolled up newspaper in his left. I was twelve and the images of that morning came back with such strength and clarity I could have sworn I was standing there, looking over my child-self's shoulder, feeling the cool breeze touching the back of my neck. My younger self waved daddy goodbye, nothing special, almost dismissively. Today was just like every other day. He would leave for work, wave me goodbye and at seven he would be back home again, like clockwork, hungry, but he always had time to talk to me, to help me with my homework. Sometimes we went out and played football out on the common at the back of our house, and as I waved I remembered that he had promised me a kick-about when he got home. I waved goodbye, too. That day he did not come home at seven. One moment he was there for me, the next moment he was gone. How is it that you only appreciate something when it has gone, taken away? In some strange way I felt angry at him for breaking his promise to me. How dare he leave me like that, so suddenly. How dare he die!

The music had stopped. I opened my eyes and saw that Danielle was smiling at me, but a sad smile. The violin rested on her lap. Her eyes were swollen and red, the damp courses of her tears marked out against her cheeks. She sniffed. Then I tasted salt. I put a hand up to my own cheek and felt my own tears. There was a tightness at the back of my throat and my nose had been running, too. I felt astonishment. "I've been crying?" I said in amazement. Normally I wouldn't have let anyone see me weep, straining to keep my eyes dry, my temper composed. Usually I would grin and laugh to myself while watching a sad movie, one of many tactics to delay tears. I didn't want to show weakness, I didn't like to. But now I didn't feel weak, nor ashamed. In fact I felt relived, as if this emotion had been trapped within me all those years and now released. It felt good and terrible, all at the same time.

"What was that?" I asked.

"A requiem. The man who made this machine... he was my lover. We shared three wonderful years together, and then he was..." She looked away from me. "Just when I needed him most." She let her tears flow, as if wiping them away would be a violation to her lover's memory. I felt I should say something, but could not think of the right thing to, so I remained quiet. After a moment she patted the violin. "He left me this. He said it would remind me of him."

"Does it?"

"Only when I play the tune you've just heard. I wrote it for him." She shook her head. "He is in the past now, still with me, but still the past." Her tears had stopped. "I don't live in the past."

"It was very moving," I said gently. "Beautiful."

"Yes, but I know more than one tune." Her eyes locked on mine. "Would you like to hear my favourite melody?"

Not understanding, I nodded. She lifted her head and again rested the violin against her chin. The bow was brought up and put across the rod. Her eyes were open, she stared down the length on the violin to where her fingers curled around the end. No grimace, no furrowed forehead. This time she did not draw the bow back slowly, but attacked suddenly. The sound that burst from the speakers was loud and vibrant. Deep, rich, throbbing. The bow moved in a blur. Back and forth, up and down. Drawn across the violin's invisible strings with such vigour that I'm sure a normal violin's strings would have snapped from the force of her passion. Her face grew tense, dark as the music rose and fell like the crashing of the waves against her rock. At first I could not discern the melody, the sound seemed to be one seething mass of discordant notes, musical chaos that swirled, tumbled about me. But as I listened the music reached out to me and drew me in. At first I resisted, but there was no way to hold out against this appeal. I fell under the spell of madness. My heart quickened with the music's beat and the tightness returned to my throat, but this time brought on by a very different emotion. She reached out and took hold. Oh my God, I was burning up, my face and chest felt so hot, so tense, like a thermometer dropped in lava. My penis was painfully erect, it pushed against the fly. As the sound throbbed so did it, throbbed with each beat of my strained heart. It felt like my heart was about to burst through my ribs, its sound filled my ears, its rhythm mirrored in a hundred places around my body, in my neck, in my temple... I felt dizzy and sick. Light headed. My whole body shook. Each note from the violin made a different part of my anatomy tremble. Her hand, made out of solid music, as real as if she had reached out herself, caressed my tremble. Gently, delicately, her musical fingers whispered along the soft skin of my sex. They reached the tip, which had pushed itself from the skin and began to encircle it. Round and round, teasing, tempting. Tugging ever so gently. Unable to resist the call I stood on shaking legs. The three steps over to her side could have been miles. I spanned the world. She didn't look up at me. Her face was hard with concentration, but I noticed that her chest rose and fell rapidly, heavily. Her legs were slightly apart and moved as cursed by some irritation. The bow was thrusting in a frenzied imitation of the sex act. Reaching down I undid my belt and unzipped. It was an unconscious reaction. I shed my clothes and hurled them across the room. I didn't care where they fell. My penis stood erect, the purple gland pointing up at an incredible angle. A single drop of semen had emerged from the end, it slipped down the shaft. I wanted to explode. I wanted to come. But the music wouldn't allow me that luxury. The melody I failed to recognise at first now cut through me like a hot knife through butter. It was her, Danielle. In there I could hear the beating of her heart, the passion in her soul, the pure strength of her life straining against the restrictions of the world. She wanted me, she wanted me to touch her, to move my hand across her skin and to touch her in the places where only those special to her could go. I was invited, I was impelled in to her. Avoiding her arms -- still filled with the violence of her need. I bent down and felt her knees through the fabric of her trousers. Even though my head swam with the volatile music, I still heard her moan. I undid the single button fastening her trousers and pulled them down gently. She lifted herself slightly and wiggled her hips. The music wasn't interrupted, nor did it even slow as I worked her trousers down her legs and pulled them off gently, accidentally pulling the electrodes from the soles of her feet at the same time. It didn't seem to make a difference. I threw the clothing over my shoulder and moved my attention down. She wore white panties and I could see that the cloth was damp between her legs, sticking to her reddened skin. A few rogue hairs protruded from the lining around her quivering legs. I reached out and touched her pubes. She moaned again and the music increased. Slowly I pushed and felt her wetness seep through to my fingers. Without thinking I drew my fingers back and sniffed them, I smiled and licked the liquid from my fingertips. Oh, I recognised her scent, it was so strong, it surrounded me in a cloud. She lifted herself again and I took the opportunity to remove her panties. The first thing I saw was that she was red, so swollen and wet. Her opening glistened. The two lips apart, both crimson and inviting. She pushed her cunt forward. I no longer heard the music, I was in there with her, part of her music. I danced along the staves, ran along the bars, skipped from the octaves. I slid one hand up her blouse, under her lose bra and found her nipple, both soft and hard at the same time. I took the bud between my fingers and gently squeezed it. Her breath shuddered though her lungs. My right hand combed her pubic hair and them dived between her cleft. She was dripping. My fingers found her clitoris and rubbed. Now and then I slipped two fingers deep into her vagina, withdrew them, massaged her burning clitoris again. She was so hot, I could feel her heat radiating against my skin. She dictated my actions with her rhythm and I followed willingly, all my control surrendered to that strange machine. She moved her hips is a slow gyrating pattern and I rubbed her pussy and then pushed my fingers into her again, they slipped in smoothly, helped by her wetness. I felt inside her vagina. Her pubic hair hung together in clumps, bound together, almost dripping. I bend my neck and brought my mouth to her hair. I took the damp strands in my mouth and tasted her. I tugged gently at her hair as my two hands worked at her breast and clitoris simultaneously. Her breaths were becoming uneven, ragged. The tune changed and I changed too. I withdrew my hand and burrowed my mouth between her legs. My tongue flicked against her clit and ran along the side of her lips. She slouched down in the chair and her legs jerked wider still, once, twice; roughly, like her muscles were clumsy from the draining strength of her passion. I pressed my mouth full against her and pushed my tongue in deep. Deeper. Swept along by the rhythm I played her, an instrument played by another more powerful instrument. We played each other. I wanted to play her. I wanted to be inside her. She shifted her body and her melody. She raised her right leg back, turning her body away so that I could get close to her without stopping her frantic playing. A thought passed through my head: how could she keep up this level of intensity? It felt like hours, and seconds. I did not care. I stopped kissing her and straightened, bending back slightly. My penis wanted, demanded to be inside of her. I would have died if she had refused me now. With relief, with lust, with my last remaining strength, I entered her. My penis slipped into her wet cunt easily. Once there I paused slightly, enjoying the sensation of being inside. The way her skin pressed on mine, her muscles kept on contracting and then relaxing, like an internal hand was masturbating me. Her playing had not abated, even from her contorted position. Carefully I drew back and then pressed in. Her mouth was open, her ragged breath audible as she began a arpeggio. We climbed together the scales together, up and up. I thrust, thrust, thrust, and she played on. The bow was hardly visible, it flew from side to side, pacing me. I felt the anguish in me reaching its breaking point. I don't usually cry out, but this time I could not help myself. I shouted out and she joined me, our chorus joining, merging with the harsh, gentle, impending music. She hit the top of the scale, the screech almost inaudible, but deafening to us both the same. Our cries mingled together as the tension rippled through our bodies, up from our genitals, expanding out up our trunks, along out legs, along our arms, our fingers, sweeping up to stiffen our necks. I felt faint and almost lost consciousness. My come erupted into her. My penis throbbed with the new rhythm that surged along it, each one shooting more come into her, she was milking me. She threw her arms wide, one stick held in each and I collapsed into her embrace. I held myself in her long after it had softened. We held each other close, enjoying the release, the companionship, the shared pleasure. In that moment I loved all of her, not just her beauty and her personality, her intellect and her humour, but every part. I loved the valves that pumped the blood through her veins. I blessed them. Her lungs which still harshly drew in the air. I blessed them. Her bones. Her kidneys. Her anus. The stuff that made up her brain and the nerves that send the information to every part of her body. I looked into her hazel eyes but I saw beyond the clear white and the warm fibres of her iris, saw into the very cornea. I loved her.

We remained in each others embrace for a long time. When I finally withdrew I saw that my penis was covered with my sperm. I wondered how much I had shot into her, the top of the chair fairy swam with our mingled liquids. Exhausted we returned to the sofa -- she placed the violin to one side and peeled the electrodes from her skin -- we lay together, her head resting against my chest. We slept for a long time. I dreamed of her and her violin, playing the song that makes every other song seem listless. She played against the mountains and the sound came back to me in echoes. Over the years this dream would come back to me again and again. When I awoke her head was still pressed against me. I didn't have the heart to rouse her, so I lay there, looked up at the ceiling, caressed her hair and listened to her relaxed breathing. I ached, and I knew she would too. Every service requires payment and ours would demand several days of sore limbs and stiff backs. I smiled to myself. I was willing to pay that fine.

Adventures of Elf girl

Written by a man.
Anonymous

CHAPTER I - CAUGHT!

Gwena was a young elf girl, of average height and shapely, as was the way of elvish females. She had long blonde hair tied in an intricate knot, and delicate, pointed ears. Her eyes sparkled with blue fire, and she had moist red lips. Today she wore a long white dress with a leather vest tied snugly over her round, pert breasts. She walked gracefully down an old forest trail as the day wandered into noon, and she reveled in the sights and sounds of the wood. After walking down the trail for about an hour, Gwena left the trail and moved east until she emerged from the trees and entered a cool, forest glade.

The clearing was large, with a clear stream running down its length. A small waterfall poured down a small, rocky hill to her right, sending droplets into the air to form a light mist. Beautiful flowers gathered along the shores of the stream, with large blossoms of rose and daisy.

Gwena breathed deeply of the scented air, smelling water and the flower's sweet nectar. The elf girl walked to the edge of the stream near the waterfall and took off her vest and dress. Mist caressed her smooth, naked flesh, and her nipples hardened to the water's coolness.

She slipped slowly into the water and moved to stand under the gentle waterfall. The water washed over her slim body as she unbound her long, blonde hair and cupped her round breasts to receive more of the cool liquid. She opened her mouth and drank deeply of the cool waters, then moved her small hands over the contours of her shapely body. Her hands moved across her slim stomach, then down to her blonde mound of pussy hair. The girl's slim fingers caressed her pussy lips, then moved deeper into her hot love hole. Gwena gasped with pleasure and rubbed her clit, moaning lightly with each stroke. She raised her fingers to her lips and licked her honey with her wet tongue.

The perfume of the flowers grew stronger, and Gwena inhaled deeply. The sweet scent of the flowers aroused the elf girl more, so she left the water and moved towards one of the large, rose plants. Leafy tendrils emerged from the plant and moved towards the young woman as she knelt before the plant and inhaled deeply again. The strands moved around her slim stomach and encircled her round breasts. Gwena moaned lightly as the tendrils squeezed her tits, and other limbs pulled her thighs apart. A tendril stroked her wet pussy lightly, then entered into her cunt, making the girl gasp for breath. The plant pulled the naked girl towards it, her arms bound above her head, with limbs around her slim waist and legs.

Gwena moaned as the plant fucked her pussy harder, and little blossoms closed around her nipples and began to suck on them. The naked girl writhed with pleasure as the plant squeezed her soft tits and plunged deeply into her cunt. A phallic-looking tendril caressed her soft cheeks, and moved slowly into her open mouth. Gwena sucked on the limb greedily as it moved deeper into her throat. Sweat began to coat the girl's skin as she sucked on the limb and fucked the tendril in her pussy. After several minutes of ecstasy, Gwena orgasmed, and the plant shot sweet nectar down her mouth. She drank the liquid deeply, then sat up as the plant unwound its limbs from her sweat-covered body and retracted them into its trunk. Gwena exhaled loudly with satisfaction, then she bent down to kiss the rose on one of its blossoms. The plant shook softly as the naked girl plunged back into the water to wash off the remains of her session, then she quickly dressed and returned to the forest trail.

***

Gwena frowned as she heard shouting in the distance, from the direction of her village. She hastened her steps until she reached the edge of the wood and could see the outskirts of her home. Smoke billowed high into the air as the wooden houses of her village burned. Screams came from the village as Men in black armor rode into the town and threw torches dipped in oil on the defenseless houses and shops. Gwena looked on in horror as she watched an elf woman fall to the ground as a Man pursued her on foot. The Man laughed as he slapped her across the face, then pinned her to the ground with his knees.

The elf woman screamed as the Man ripped open her white blouse and fondled her round breasts. The woman tried to crawl away as the Man sucked on her tits and ripped her dress apart. The Man punched the elf woman in the face, knocking her unconscious, then he opened his pants and thrust his cock into her pussy. The woman's body rocked as the Man thrust deeply into her, squeezing her breasts with his gloved hands. As he orgasmed, he shot his load across her naked tits, then he got up, reached down to grab her naked body, and carried her under his arm back into the village.

Scared witless, Gwena ran from the shelter of the forest and hid next to a burning building. She moved deeper into town, where she saw a group of Men on horseback, directing other soldiers as they loaded metal cages on wheels with the women of the village. A lone Man in black armor had a scarlet cape around his massive shoulders, a larger sword held easily in his right hand. A pentagram pendant clasped his cloak at the neck. A horned helmet hid his features, but he had a strong voice, and a long, black beard.

"Get these elf bitches loaded! And be quick! The Elven Council will send warriors to investigate the smoke in a few hours," said the Man leader.

Gwena started to leave, thinking to hide back in the forest, when she saw her father run into the town square, a bloody sword in his left hand. Three Mannish soldiers chased after the Elf, who turned to face their assault. The Men attacked fiercely, chopping with their blades at their smaller foe. Gwena's father parried the Men's clumsy attacks and sliced his blade across the throat of one Man. As the soldier gurgled on his own blood and died, the Elf stabbed another Man in the heart, and pulled out his blade and sliced open the belly of his third attacker.

The Man leader smiled fiercely and pointed his right forefinger at the Elf. As Gwena screamed a warning to her father, a stream of glowing darts flew from the Man's finger and slammed into the Elf's back, flesh sizzled as the Elf flew forward and fell on his face, then he was still. The Men laughed, as did their leader as Gwena ran to her father's body and cradled it in her slim arms. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she turned to glare at the Mannish leader and scream, "You killed my father, you son-of-a-bitch!"

"That's not the way a young lady should talk. But all of you Elf bitches are sluts and whores anyway," proclaimed the Man as he dismounted from his horse and approached the young woman. Before she could get up to flee, the Man grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet.

"I'm your father now," said the Man with a grin, "and Daddy wants a kiss. "

The Man leader kissed Gwena hard on the lips, forcing his tongue deeply into her limp mouth. He ripped off her vest and dress, then forced her to the hard ground with the help of two of his Men. As the soldiers held her wrists to the ground, the leader spread open her creamy thighs and moved between them. He leaned down and began to suck greedily at her right breast, while his hand squeezed the other. She screamed in terror and frustration as the Man moved to suck her other tit, then moved down to lick her pussy lips. Gwena squirmed as the Man sank his tongue deeply into her love hole, while his hands squeezed her breasts roughly. The elf girl moaned as her body responded to the Man's attentions and love honey began to flow from her cunt.

The Man drank her cum like fine wine, sucking harder into her pussy. Gwena's body went limp and one of the soldiers undid his pants and forced his erect cock into her slack mouth. The elf girl moaned as the Man thrust deeply into her throat, his hand pinching her erect nipples. The other Men hooted and shouted encouragement, while the other Elf maidens looked on in shock. The leader rose from her warm pussy and opened his codpiece, pulling out his erect penis and stroking her inner thighs with it. The naked elf girl moaned as he put his rod into her tight cunt and thrust deeply into her.

She moaned loudly as the Man fucked her deeper and deeper, and the other soldier fucked moist mouth. Gwena's firm ass rose into the air as the leader grabbed her slim waist and forced her pussy harder onto his tool. Minutes later, the leader orgasmed into her warm love hole, then the man fucking her mouth pulled his tool out and shot his load across her face and neck. The elf girl gasped for breath as the Man leader rose to his feet and adjusted his armor.

Smiling at his helpless prisoner, the leader said, "Take the bitch to the well and wash her off, then put her with the others. "

Gwena stumbled weakly after the soldier who pulled her to the well at the center of the square and poured water from a bucket over her naked body. After two more splashes, the guard pulled her to the nearest wheeled cage and threw her inside, after he kissed her roughly on the lips and pinched one of her tits. Gwena lay weakly on a bed of straw as the Men finished burning the Elf village and began to ride to the south, to the Mannish Empire.

CHAPTER II - BOUND BY CHAINS OF FLESH

Gwena awoke to the tilting gait of the wagon as the slave convoy made its way down the forest trail. Many of the other Elven girls still lay sleeping as she rubbed her sore eyes and watched the guards patrol the trail on their mounts. One grizzled Man smiled laviciously at her as he passed the cage, but she ignored him. The leader of the band of Mannish slavers, who had raped her when he raided her village, rode proudly at the head of the column, surveying the environment with an arrogant gaze.

Morning passed into noon, and the slaves were tossed scraps of travel bread and a few flasks of water. The girls quickly devoured their meals, then stared with empty eyes at their captors and the forest home that would soon be only a memory.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and at dusk the convoy stopped to make camp. The slavers fed and watered the Elf girls again, and after the Men had eaten their own meals and passed a wine flask around, one of the Men opened the cage and pulled a struggling raven-haired girl to the waiting group of leering soldiers. The girl screamed as the Men ripped off the shreds of her clothing and gang-raped her several times, until hours later, when most of them fell into contented sleep, and the girl lay sobbing quietly near the fire. One of the remaining sober guards grabbed her roughly and threw her back into the cage. She lay crying in the dry straw until an older Elf woman drew forward and hugged her close. Gwena watched the girl cry, then curled into a fetal ball and fell asleep.

Two days passed as the convoy moved south through the forest. The Men shot game for meat, and at night, they would take an Elf girl, sometimes several, and rape them mercilessly. Strangely enough, Gwena was never taken into the orgies, she was left alone except for the occasional lustful gaze. The other Elf girls noticed Gwena's new stature, and began to avoid her. Soon, the girl sat by herself near the edge of the cage, while the other girls watched her with suspicion and spoke in hushed whispers.

On the four day, the convoy broke free of the forest and traveled into open grassland. To the northeast, mountains protected the forest home of the Elves. The slavers had traveled south along the edge of the mountain range, then crossed its tip to enter the prairies of the west. To the south, the Sea of Vaduz crashed against the beach, bringing cool, salty air to the mainland. Gwena inhaled the rich, sea air and marveled at the large expanse of water before her. She had never traveled out of the forest, and everything around her was new.

The convoy traveled northwest, along the coast until night fell and they made camp. As Gwena sat in her cage and munched on some stale travel bread, she watched as the Men cooked fish over an open fire and feasted on them. A rough soldier wiping grease from his chin walked over to Gwena's cage and opened it. v "You, elf bitch! Get over here!" commanded the guard as he pointed at Gwena. The slim Elf girl walked unsteadily to the door, then jumped lightly to the ground. She relished the soft earth with her toes as the Man grabbed her left arm and pulled her roughly after him. He traveled to the center of the Mannish encampment, where the Man leader's large, round tent was perched. The guard pulled her through the entrance and pushed her roughly to the rug-covered ground. The leader sat in a leather field chair, sipping a cup of mulled wine, as the guard saluted and stood at attention.

"Leave us. I am not to be disturbed," said the leader. "Yessir!" replied the guard as he saluted, then quickly left the tent. The Man sat and regarded the Elf girl, his eyes pools of darkness that seemed to pull at Gwena's soul and devour it.

"Care for some wine?" asked the Man as he stood up and went to a small pot hanging from a brazier. He poured a cup for Gwena, then refilled his own. He returned to his chair, then held out a cup for her. The Elf girl tentatively took the cup and took a small sip of the wine. The warm liquid traveled through her body and relaxed her stiff back. The Man watched her drink, then took another swallow from his own cup.

"You know, it's really getting difficult to find elf females like you anymore. Ever since the Darklords destroyed the Kai two hundred years ago, all the creatures of Fey seem to be disappearing. It's a pity, since Elf women provide several important ingredients in Nadziranim magic. Did you know that I am a mage of the Right Hand?"

"I guessed that you were some kind of wizard," replied Gwena quietly. "Yes, your people are steeped in magical lore. You're brought up around it. I can sense the sweet scent of magic in your blood right now," said the mage as he gazed hungrily at her. Gwena swallowed the rest of her wine with a gulp, then nervously fingeredher cup. "Yes, it's a pity that there are so few left," whispered the mage as he flew from his chair and grabbed Gwena by the arms. She whimpered softly as he pulled her to a pile of pillows and furs that served as his bed and threw her onto them. She cowered before the Man as he reached for a knife from a nearby table and sliced open her right arm. The girl screamed as he grabbed her arm and collected her blood with a copper bowl.

"Elvish blood is very useful in spells of clairvoyance and seeking," said the mage calmly as he collected more of her blood in the bowl and poured it into a glass jar. After filling two jars with her blood, he whispered words of magic and stroked her wound. The slashed skin sealed back together and the wound disappeared without a scar to mark it. The mage pushed Gwena onto the pillows and ripped her shreds of clothing away. He gazed at her naked body with lust, then leaned down to spread her legs apart. The Elf girl lay back limply as the Man began to rub her pussy with his right hand. She moaned lightly as her body grew warm and her cunt became wet from his caresses. Smiling coldly, the mage began to lick her pussy with his tongue, sending shivers across the girl's body as his tongue probed deeply into her vagina. His strong hands reached up to squeeze her round breasts and pinch her nipples as he probed deeply into her. She moaned loudly as she orgasmed, and a flow of love honey poured from her cunt. The mage quickly grabbed another bowl and collected the girl's cum with it.

"You may be interested to know that a Elf female's cum is also a very powerful ingredient in Nadziranim magic. Any dark mage who drinks it finds that his spells are twice as powerful for a limited period of time. Sex magic is a relatively new discipline, first discovered around 5150 by a Nadziranim wizard. It was quite an accident really, when the mage drank from a human princess's cunt as he raped her, then cast a fireball spell at a group of soldiers in one of the Northern Kingdoms, I forget which one.

The mage's name was Mordred, I think. He's quite a powerful Nadziranim arch-mage these days, serving one of the Northern Darklords I believe. Human women are satisfactory, but Elven women are even better, it's probably all the magic in your kind's blood," said the mage as he tied her wrists together and connected them to one of the tent poles. The mage leaned forward to kiss Gwena roughly on the mouth, exploring her warm throat with his tongue.

The Man pulled away, then began to suck eagerly on her right breast as his hands stroked her inner thighs and probed her wet pussy. The girl moaned softly as the mage moved to suck her other tit, then lick her warm, sweet flesh between her breasts. He undid his pants and pulled out his erect cock, then pulled her head up by the hair and forced his rod into her slack mouth. Gwena moaned in protest as the Man thrust his tool deeper into her throat. The Man smiled in ecstasy as he forced the naked girl to suck on his cock for several minutes, pushing her harder and harder against his crotch. He pulled away from Gwena, allowing her to gasp for breath, then he forced her legs open again and thrust his cock into her pussy.

Gwena gasped as the mage pushed his rod deeply into her love hole. Her sweat-soaked body rocked as he thrust deeper into her. Waves of orgasmic pleasure assaulted her mind as the mage fucked her without restraint. She came again, pouring a stream of love honey from her cunt. The mage collected her fluid, then penetrated her again, pushing deeply into her warm, tight pussy. She moaned louder as he licked her upraised legs and leaned forward to squeeze her heaving breasts. When the mage finally orgasmed, he spewed cumacross her slim stomach and breasts, then moved forward to run his cock across her sweaty face.

"Lick it, Elf bitch!" ordered the mage as he yanked hard on her long, blonde hair. She reluctantly licked the cum from his rod, then sucked lightly on the tip of his tool. The Man grunted with approval as the girl licked across his shaft, then sucked daintily on his balls until he pulled her away and pushed her down into the pillows.

The mage stood up, pulled on a nearby robe of red silk, and took the bottles with her fluids to a nearby strongbox, where he carefully placed them inside. He refilled his cup with wine, then walked to the entrance of the tent to summon a guard. While the guard was being sent for, the mage retrieved another silk robe, with the flaming eye symbol of the dark god Naar, one of many such symbols. He pulled the limp Elf girl to her feet and draped the robe lovingly across her creamy, smooth shoulders. He cinched the silk belt tight against her slim waist, then traced her cheek with his hand as the summoned guard entered the room.

"Take the Elf slut back to her cage. Make sure no one touches her but me. Is that understood?" asked the mage. "Yessir! None of the men has harmed or bedded the wench, as you forbade us to earlier," replied the soldier. "Good. She's my fucktoy until we reach the slave markets," said the mage.

"Very good, sir," acknowledged the guard as he took Gwena's arm and led her from the tent. "Just so you know, you're the property of Vonotar the Second, mage of the Nadziranim," stated the Man with a wicked smile as Gwena left the tent.