Gct Bahrain

Nice, but Naughty

admin — Mon, 12 May 2008 05:01:33 +0000

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a stitch she was wearing, not even a blouse.
She had made up her mind that she wanted to see the hot, sexy fat man that left all those wonderful presents under her tree every year. So she took a nice long bath and shaved her sexy body bare, paying special attention to her sweet pussy. When she was done she did her hair and her makeup and rubbed her favorite lotion all over her smooth body again paying special attention to her smooth pussy. She rubbed the lotion over her newly naked mound and made sure she rubbed some on her moistening slit. She gently opened her pussy lips and massaged just a little bit onto her needy clit and even gently probed inside of her with the perfumed lotion. She was on fire, needing release. She knew she had been such a good girl this year and that Santa would have to give her exactly what she wished for….him.
She made sure she had the cookies set out for him and the nice big glass of milk. She had some candles burning and soft Christmas music playing in the background. She decided that she would greet Santa as he came down her chimney so she got a nice warm blanket and some pillows and set up a makeshift bed in front of the fireplace.
Thinking Santa might be a little naughty, she brought her little toy chest out from her bedroom and had it next to her blanket bed.
She decided to make sure her sweet pussy was nice and wet and ready for the jolly one and found a little clit vibrator to amuse herself with until he arrived.
She started on her nipples. Teasing them with the vibrator until they were aching and stiff peaks that just begged to be licked and nibbled on. She moved the buzzing toy lower to her soaking wet slit. She slid it up and down moaning the whole time. With one hand she kept her nipples hard by pinching and playing with them as she gently worked the toy over her naked lips.
She couldn’t take it any more and slid the little buzzy inside of her for just a second. She needed something much bigger to truly fulfill her tonight, but this helped keep her hot and in need. Finally she slid the little vibrator onto her hot clit. She moaned loudly loving the electric feeling that shot through her at the contact.
“Ho, ho, ho, what do I see here?” The low voice growled “Did you start without me? What a bad girl!!”
The toy fell from her hand and her eyes flew open. “Santa!” She exclaimed “I wasn’t being bad! I was trying to make myself ready for you! I’ve been such a good girl all year; I just wanted to make sure I was ready for my present!”
“Maybe so,” He chuckled “but you were so very close to an orgasm…only a very naughty and very bad girl would cum before Santa could get here! I think that maybe a punishment should be in order here.”
She was almost in tears, horrified that she had made Santa angry. She got to her knees and looked meekly up at him. “Yes Santa, punish me for being a bad girl. I promise I will be good from now on.”
She swore that she saw his cock twitch in his red pants but before she could be sure he snapped “Then get up and bend over the arm of the couch, your going to get a spanking!”
She quickly obeyed, bending quickly over the arm of the couch, slightly parting her legs showing him her wet and willing pussy.
As she was getting in position Santa had started to undress, sliding his red pants and boxers down his legs. His cock was stiff and leaking after walking in on the hot slut on the brink of orgasm. He quickly removed his top and gloves and ran his hand over his chest and over his belly and gave a quick stroke to his thick rod. He was going to have some fun tonight…..
He rubbed his hand over her soft pert ass. She moaned loudly for him. “I’m going to give you six swats on your pretty little ass, three on each cheek. That will be punishment enough and then we can move on to your present.”
He gave each cheek a quick, stinging spank that received a squeal from the helpless woman. The next two were hard deep spanks to each cheek. The last two were hard, thuddy spanks, slowly delivered with a slight grope at the end of each. When he was done he slid his hand down and started caressing her dripping wet cunt. “Mmm, my girl, you didn’t need to worry about being ready for good ol’ Santa…your hot cunt is so very ready for me. And Santa’s big thick cock is ready to fuck that sweet shaved pussy. Lie down and spread your legs wide….”
She quickly lay on her makeshift bed, spreading her legs wide. He kneeled down in between her legs and she saw his cock. She gasped and moaned at the sight of it.
“Its ten inches my girl. Nice and thick and in need of some attention, you wouldn’t believe how long it has been since I have had such a nice hot pussy.”
Instead of sliding inside of her he leaned all the way down and started to kiss her naked pussy. His tongue lightly flicked up and down her overheated slit making her writhe and moan with pleasure. He gently opened up her beautiful pussy and started licking her hole where he would be stuffing his big cock in just a few moments. He licked teasingly upwards, avoiding her clit at all costs. She groaned, needing release and he attacked her clit with his tongue. Flicking it and licking circles around it quickly. She lost it and her orgasm started. She bucked her hips into his mouth, loving the rough feel of his white beard against her freshly shaven cunt. She was grinding her pussy into his face, loving the sensation and the power of her orgasm.
When her orgasm subsided she sat up and kissed Santa’s face all over and kissed his mouth deeply, loving the smell of her on him and the taste of her pussy in his mouth.
He gently laid her back and spread her legs again. He slid the tip of his cock up and down her hot slit. “Beg for it my girl; I want to hear you beg Santa for his big cock.”
“Oh, please Santa, please! I need that big hot cock inside of me! I promise to be such a good girl and to let you do whatever you want to me whenever you want to do it! I just need your big fat cock Santa!!! Please!!!!”
He slowly slid the tip inside of her hot hole. She groaned, loving how full he was making her. Slowly he slid about half of his big cock into her sweet pussy.
“Yes! Oh yes, please give me all of it!!” She moaned.
In one deep quick thrust he slid the rest of his cock into her tight pussy. The mix of feeling so full and the hard stroke triggered her orgasm. She groaned and thrashed under him as her orgasm took her.
“Oh yes, good girl. That’s my good little slut, cum all over my big cock.” He whispered to her through her orgasm.
She stilled and then started to rock her hips against him. “Is my little slut ready for more?”
“Oh yes Santa!!! Fuck me!! Fuck your little slut and cum in her pussy!!” She wailed.
He started slowly, gently fucking her in long slow strokes, his hands caressing her breasts, playing with her hard nipples. Gradually his thrusts became harder, deeper. He started taking her with more force, being rougher with her breasts, pinching her hard nipples. She was in heaven; she loved how rough he was with her, how deep his hard cock was inside of her. She was so close to yet another orgasm but she wanted to cum with him.
He started fucking her hard, like a piston slamming his big dick deep into her sloppy wet cunt. One hand squeezed her left tit hard and the other wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply. He kept pounding into her as her cunt got tighter and tighter from the fear of her oxygen restriction. He felt his cum boiling in his cock and let go of her throat. The rush of oxygen into her system put her on overload and she started to cum instantly, she squealed as she squirted her juices over Santa’s cock and against his body. It was too much for Santa to take and he shot his huge load deep into her spasming pussy.
They recovered cuddling together, with his shrinking cock still inside of her. He pulled out and said “Suck me clean my hot little slut.”
She lay in between his legs, licking their juices off of his cock. She cleaned off his balls, which were still full and heavy. She sucked one in her mouth and gently licked it clean and then did the same with the other. She licked up and down his hardening cock like it was her own personal candy cane. He kept moaning, enjoying her loving attentions to his cock. He kept getting harder and was soon hard as a rock.
“Suck it my girl. Suck Santa’s big cock, see how much you can take.”
She opened her mouth and took just the tip in, teasing it and licking it. She sucked more and more down until she felt the tip hit the back of her throat. She put her hand around where she stopped and looked, she had barely gotten half (if that) in her mouth!
She became more determined. She sucked him as deep as she could and tried to get his cock head down her throat. Santa groaned when he felt that and gave a bit of a helpful thrust. His cock head popped into her throat and gripped the head of his cock like a vice.
He groaned and held the back of her head, holding his cock in place before slowly starting to thrust his cock as deep as he could into her mouth. He pulled out so she could breathe, and asked, “Is this alright my girl?”
“Yes!!” she responded breathlessly. “I want to deep throat you Santa.”
He groaned and slid his cock back in her mouth. He started to go deep and again his head popped into her throat and he started to fuck her face, loving how tight his little bitches throat was around his cock. He would pull back and let her breath every few strokes and start back up again. He was starting to get close when he had a naughty idea.
He pulled out of her throat and let her breathe and told her to get on all fours, he wanted to fuck her again.
He slid into her pussy, getting his cock wet and slick on her juices. He pulled out and found a nice big vibrator to slide in her. He slid it in and turned it on slowly. He grabbed a bottle of lube he found in her toy chest and squirted some onto her hot little ass hole.
She whimpered, knowing what was coming and aching for it, but nervous as to how much it would hurt!
He juiced up her tight little hole and started sliding one finger then two inside of her to loosen her up for him. He added a third and she moaned. He fucked her ass with the three fingers for a bit and then decided he wanted in. He squirted more lube on her hole and in her hole and on the head of his cock. He turned the vibrator on higher that was rumbling in her pussy. He slid the tip of his rock hard cock against her tight hole and started to slide it in. She moaned, a little of it was pain but she loved how hot it felt to be in this position. He kept pushing and finally got the tip all the way in her tight hole. He pushed more and more in and she cried out both in pleasure and in pain. He turned up the vibrator in her pussy higher and slid his cock home deep inside her ass.
She screamed out with the sudden fullness and shock of the thrust. He stayed in place to let her get used to it and soon she was moving against his cock.
“Your such a hot little slut aren’t you? You just love cock and getting fucked like a hot little whore….I should take you up to the North Pole, the elves would love to use you!”
He started to fuck her ass, not gently, but hard and deep and fast strokes. He turned the vibrator in her cunt up to full power and loved the sensation he felt in her ass. His hands went to her tits that were bouncing hard from the rough fuck he was giving her. He squeezed them and pinched her hot little nipples. He kept fucking her fast and hard. He grabbed her hair and pulled on it as he mauled her tits with his free hand.
“You are such a good little whore. You take whatever Santa gives you don’t you? I think you will be on my permanent nice list and you will get Santa’s special present every year. Hell, Santa might come calling in the off season to get some of your sweet pussy and hot ass. We could have a lot of fun!”
She moaned, so close to cumming from the stimulation in her pussy and the thick cock pounding her ass and the hand pulling her hair. His free hand started roaming all over her soft and supple body. She groaned when his hand rested on the flesh of her ass.
He started to spank her as he took her ass. Hard, stinging spanks that brought tears to her eyes but got her ever so much closer to orgasm.
He started grunting and let go of her hair. His hand went to her clit and started flicking it roughly and she lost it. She started to orgasm, the hardest and best orgasm she had ever had and passed out.
She woke with a start. Not quite remembering where she was, but as the fog lifted she realized she was alone. Was it all just a dream, she wondered? Then she tried to move, her muscles were sore and her pussy and ass ached. It hadn’t been a dream! Santa had given her just what she wanted for Christmas!!
She looked and where the cookies and milk had been was a note and a little wrapped box.
Picking up the note she read:
My sweet girl,
You pleased Santa greatly this year. You will be forever on my nice list and will get this same present every year, as long as you wish it. Along with that there is a little something special for you in the box. I hope you like it and thank you for being such a good girl.
All my love,
Santa
With tears in her eyes she opened the box and found two keys. One said ‘North Pole’ the other said Ferrari. Confused she looked outside and saw a beautiful red Ferrari with a bright gold bow wrapped around it in her driveway.
She quickly threw on her robe and went out to look. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen! On the console, next to the stereo, there was a keyhole that said ‘North Pole’ underneath it.
She grinned and thought that maybe Christmas wouldn’t cum just once a year….maybe it could cum once a month!!!

Mistress Melody Visits

admin — Mon, 12 May 2008 01:01:30 +0000

Today is the day that Melody arrives. We have been talking over the phone for a while now before we arranged a meeting. I have cleaned the house from top to bottom. I have scented candles and I also got a dozen roses and sprinkled the petals from the front door to the bedroom. I leave the house and head for the airport. A nice black limo will be meeting me there and take us on a tour of the town before heading home.
At the airport I wait for her to arrive. I see her coming down the ramp and she is beautiful. Her ebony skin shines and her tits sway as she walks. She sees me and runs to me and we hug and kiss for the first time. Her lips are so soft and taste so good. I can’t resist letting one hand slide down to her butt to confirm that she really isn’t wearing any panties. She isn’t. The red dress she is wearing makes her look very sexy and I lead her to the waiting limo.
As the limo takes us on a tour of the town we celebrate our meeting with a glass of fine champagne. After the tour the limo drops us off at my place and I lead my beautiful mistress into my home.
Melody loves the rose petals and follows them into the bedroom. I follow her watching her fine brown body. We start to kiss and undress and when I take my pants off she sees my sexy black satin and lace panties.
“What are those?” she asks, “Are you some panty wearing sissy?”
I hang my head and she knows she has me. Immediately her tone becomes harder and demanding. “So you are a little sissy aren’t you? And I thought you were going to be a manly lover for me. But all you turn out to be is a panty wearing little sissy boy.”
Melody walks towards me and pulls down my panties exposing my tiny little cock. “You thought you could satisfy me with that? she asks. “You have to be joking. I couldn’t even have a tiny little orgasm with something like that. All your going to be good for is using your tongue on my sweet pussy or maybe getting a real man hard enough to fuck me like I deserve.”
My face had turned red but I was so excited hearing her words, It was like a dream come true for me to be dominated in this way. Melody opened her bags and took out ropes, whips, handcuffs and other items that made my eyes pop out of my head. She then changed into a very sexy dom outfit and then ripped my panties all the way off and tied me face down to the bed. She then took a paddle and spanked my ass alternating from one cheek to the other and stopping after every 10 swats or so to rub my ass. My ass had turned bright red by this point and I was squirming uncontrollably but I could not escape due to the ropes tying me to the bed. Melody kept up her verbal humiliation of me while still spanking me, telling me how I was going to be her little slave and that I would serve her every need. My little cock was harder than it had ever been and was leaking pre-cum all over the bed.
Mistress Melody then said it was time she had some fun. She untied me and retied me face up on the bed. She then took off the sexy leather panties that she had put on earlier and straddled my face and proceeded to have me lick her to orgasm after orgasm. I was turned on beyond belief but she would not touch me or let me touch myself. After she was satisfied she moved down and slid her hot wet snatch over my dick. I was so turned on that was all it took to explode into her pussy. She again told me how worthless I was to satisfy a real woman and that now I would have to clean her up. She moved back up to my face again and planted her dripping wet cum filled pussy over my face and made me lick up all my cum from her twat. She even forced as much out of it onto my face and into my awaiting mouth as she could. I was in heaven at this point.
It was then that she decided that I needed to taste her ass. She turned around and put her asshole right on my face and made me lick her ass all over and push my tongue as far as I could get it up into her ass.
It was then that she pulled a huge strap-on dildo from her bag and said that I was going to be her total bitch. She had me get in a doggy style position and then rammed the strap-on up my ass and fucked me for what seemed like hours. The dildo was stimulating my prostate and it was not long before my little clit exploded again without even being touched. Mistress Melody made me clean up all the mess from the bed with my tongue.
Mistress Melody then asked me where she could get a real stud to fuck her the way she deserved and I led her to my computer, showed her Craig’s list and said she would have no trouble finding someone to come over and take care of her. She then informed me that I would be required to help out getting him hard and then clean her up when he finished cuming in her ass and pussy. I again hung my head in shame but my little dick was as hard as ever, betraying my actual excitement at the thought of what was to come. As far as I was concerned Mistress Melody could come over anytime she wanted.

A Biker Bitch

admin — Sun, 11 May 2008 21:01:22 +0000

As far back as I can remember, Maggie has always been a slut! I don’t mean that in a disparaging way, not at all. It’s just that she has always liked sex. As much of it as she can get! We’ve been married for over thirty years now, and still enjoy a wonderful love life, although perhaps not as frequently as we once did. I suppose time and gravity have taken their inevitable toll on both of us, but to me (and others that I know) Maggie remains a beautiful woman. Beautiful she may be now, but in her younger days she was a real fox!
We met in the late sixties when we were both in our late teens. It was a wonderful time in Britain; although we were all acutely aware of American guys our own age, and younger, fighting for their country in Vietnam.
The songs of Lennon and McCartney were heard from every radio, competing for chart positions with Elvis and The Stones. The guys wore their hair long, held back with bandana’s and the girls wore skirts so short you could see their panties every time they climbed into a car! Work was easy to find, and as teenagers, we basically flitted from job to job earning enough money to enjoy ourselves.
I remember the first time that Maggie and I “dated” like it was only yesterday. All my friends were part of a motorcycle gang. Not really the “Hells Angels” type of thing, although I’m sure some of us had aspirations in that direction, but more just a group of mates that liked to ride out into the country as often as possible and drive as fast as possible.
My best friend, Johnny and myself had both bought big Triumph bikes and treated them as if they were our children! We were always tinkering with the engines and trying to sound like we knew what we were doing.
It was a public holiday and John and I had both decided to ride from our home’s in London down to Brighton on the south coast. We were a little concerned because the others didn’t seem keen to go and there was bound to be trouble down there with the scooter riding “Mods”. But, completely undaunted by the thought of getting the shit kicked out of us, John and I set out for the coast.
We had not even left town when I spotted Maggie walking out of a shop. She looked stunning, her long blonde hair falling in curls almost to her waist. She wore a short, black leather skirt with fashionable knee length boots and a leather jacket. I just had to stop.
Johnny looked a little pissed off as I pulled over to the side of the road in front of Maggie, but he knew that I had had my eye on her for sometime and I think, secretly, he would have liked to get to know her better as well.
“Hi babe!” I called, in my best James Dean voice.
I had not had a whole lot of experience with the fairer sex and my “chat-up” lines were not good! She smiled sweetly back at me.
“Hello Bobby. Where are you off to then?”
“Me and Johnny are driving down to Brighton. Should be good, if we can keep out of trouble!”
Her smile was intoxicating and I could feel myself sinking further and further into those deep blue eyes. An impatient cough from behind me reminded me that John was still waiting.
“Well, I suppose I’d better get going.” I said
“Aren’t you going to ask me if I want to come as well?” Maggie suddenly said.
I was a little stunned to say the least. My experiences with girls up to this point had been limited to usually vain attempts to get inside their bra’s or panties at parties It was virtually unprecedented to have a girl make the first move on me!
“Ah..um…yes, of…course you can come as well. I just thought…..”
I didn’t have time to finish my sentence before Maggie had swung one of her delicious legs over the pillion seat and was snuggled in behind me. She quickly tied her hair back with a band (no crash helmets in those days!) and then linked her arms around my waist, squeezing tightly. I looked over at John. We both shrugged, and kicking the big machines into gear, roared off in a cloud of exhaust fumes and noise.
The drive to Brighton was long and arduous in the days before the major routes had been built. It was virtually impossible to hear anything above the roar of the engine and so Johnny and I had planned a rest stop in advance.
As we turned off the main road and threw our bikes along some of the country lanes, Maggie shouted in my ear.
“Where are we going?”
“Just going to take a rest stop, okay, babe?” I yelled back
“Great! I could do with a drink or something!”
It had been extremely difficult to keep my concentration while on the main road. The thought that Maggie’s much sought after young body was sat right behind me, sent thrills through my mind, and the fact that, occasionally, her arms slipped from my waist and rested on my upper thighs didn’t help either.
Pulling our bikes over in front of an empty field, we all dismounted and stretched our aching limbs. John pulled some beer and sandwiches from his bag and we all sat under a tree and cracked open a few cans.
The sun was warm, so Johnny and I took off our leather biking jackets and lay back sipping the beer. I looked over at Maggie. She too looked warm and was in the process of wriggling out of her jacket as well. Being summertime, none of us wore much under our jackets; John and I just sported simple, white t-shirts. But Maggie, being Maggie, only had a tiny yellow vest that just managed to cover her ample boobs. It was obvious that she had not worn a bra, and she caught us staring at her firm, pink nipples that were poking through the thin material.
“So, I guess you like my tits!” Maggie said, breaking our reverie.
Before we could answer, she continued.
“Well, there’s no-one around so I suppose I could give you a better look! I don’t know what it is, but having that bike throbbing between my legs has got me feeling really horny!”
Like the dumb teenagers we were, John and I just sat and watched open mouthed as Maggie smiled and whipped her top up and over her head. We both gasped out loud as her large, firm breasts came into view. The nipples now seemed to glow a deep red colour, standing out proud and stiff and contrasting with the milky white skin of her tits.
Maggie cupped her hands underneath the large globes and looked at them as if inspecting herself. She smiled wickedly as she weighed the orbs in her hands and sighed ever so slightly as the tips of her fingers touched the sensitive skin of her nipples. Without thinking I reached out my hand towards her and then, realising what I was doing, retracted it quickly.
“Mmmmm….that’s okay Bobby. You can touch them if you want. I love to feel a man’s hand on my tits!”
I needed no second invitation. My cock was hard and aching beneath my jeans as I moved beside her and placed my fingers around the soft swell of her left breast. The skin felt warm and pliant as I gently squeezed. Not to be left out, Johnny also moved in and grasped her right breast, mimicking my movements with his hand.
Maggie lay back on the grass, seemingly happy to allow her new admirers to grope her tits. Her long blonde hair glittered in the sunshine as she closed her eyes and bathed in the attention she was receiving.
Johnny was the first of us to become a little bolder. He was kneeling next to Maggie, still groping her boobs with one hand whilst hauling out his erection with the other. His cock looked stiff and swollen as he pulled Maggie’s hand towards it. He groaned deeply as her fingers closed around his shaft and she began to slowly jerk his foreskin up and down its length.
As Maggie played with my friend’s hard cock, I wondered how much further she would allow us to go. I was desperate to see more of her body. I had very little experience of oral sex, but now wanted to sink my tongue into her pussy more than anything else in the world.
Johnny was groaning in ecstasy as Maggie expertly massaged his erection between her slim fingers. I moved my hands reluctantly away from her breasts and began running them over her naked flesh moving downwards with a feather like touch. As my hands slid over her short leather skirt and rested on the hot skin of her thighs, she opened her legs to allow my exploration easier access. Her white cotton panties contrasted with the black skirt and as my fingers ran lightly over the crotch, I could feel the damp evidence of her excitement.
My own excitement was now also at a high level and I grasped the waist band of her panties and tugged them down over her thigh’s and her boots until they were left discarded on the soft grass. The object of my desire was now right in front of my face and I nuzzled into her naked crotch. Maggie gasped as my tongue ran between her labia and then squealed as, quite by accident, I lapped over her clit. The little bud seemed to quiver as I licked it and I was suddenly rewarded with a warm flow of juice as Maggie orgasmed with a moan.
My face was soaked with her fluid as I withdrew and looked up at her. I was just in time to see Johnny remove her fingers from his weapon and push himself into her mouth. I could see that he was close to cumming, and three quick thrusts into her mouth produced the desired effect. Maggie was swallowing as best she could as John continued to pump his seed into her mouth. On each down thrust, I could see traces of his cum seep from the corners of her mouth and trickle over her chin. It was one of the horniest things I had ever seen.
My cock was now practically bursting. I needed release and I needed it soon. Maggie gasped and coughed a little as John withdrew his saliva streaked prick from between her lips. I looked down towards her cunt. Her legs were still splayed and her hole was open and looked ready for me.
In a flash, my jeans and underwear were at my ankles, my throbbing cock pointing skyward. There was no thought of fancy positions or indeed much finesse, I just had to be inside this sexy girl, and quickly! With my jeans around my ankles, I shuffled myself into position between her spread legs. I knew that Maggie wanted it as much as I did and raised her legs, wrapping them around my back.
I gasped out loud as I entered her. It was like sliding into a warm, wet glove; my cock fitted so well. As I began to thrust into her, Maggie held my head to her breast. I took one still stiff nipple into my mouth and sucked hard as I pounded her cunt. Maggie gasped and came again, I could feel her second orgasm damp against my pubic hair. I guess I lasted for about two minutes, but it seemed even quicker than that. I could feel the cum rising from my tight balls and groaned deeply into her tits.
Maggie seemed to understand what was about to happen and tightened the grip of her legs around my waist. She pulled my head closer into her breasts as I came, my seed exploding from the tip of my cock and flooding into her wet pussy to mingle there with her own, flowing juices. I arched my back, crying out with excitement and trying to bury myself deeper into her hot vagina. My cock seemed to keep spasming for ages, shooting stream after stream of hot semen into my future wife. Yes, I knew at just that point that, sooner or later, I was going to ask this beautiful slut to marry me!
Maggie and I were married the following year and Johnny was my best man. Our wedding night turned into a veritable orgy with John and myself sharing my new wife for most of the night. We fucked her in every position imaginable with Johnny and I cumming three times.
Towards the end of the night, Maggie told us that she had never been fucked in her cunt and ass at the same time, and thought that this was the perfect time to try it. I was not about to refuse my bride anything, so John and I took up our positions and I drilled her pussy while he filled her tight ass with his meat. We all came so hard in that position, that shortly afterwards the three of us fell into a deep sleep.
It’s true that, these days, Maggie and I rarely enjoy a good gangbang. Johnny emigrated to Australia many years ago and it has been difficult to find someone that we both trust to replace him. Over the years, however, I have watched my wife with other men as I’ve played with myself and sometimes joined in, but we have never really been able to recreate the orgies and gangbangs of our youth. It’s probably just as well - I’m not sure I could take the pace anymore!
The End

Nosh Nothings

admin — Sun, 11 May 2008 17:01:25 +0000

Author’s Note: Thank you all for your patience; and your comments. All is appreciated and welcomed.
And as is known by now, the story contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot that I hope you’ll enjoy. It’s a patience-demanding piece and thus, some gratification is near but tantalizingly far away. Please, do check out the previous chapters if you want extra jelly on the characters. They’re not listed in order but the titles are sequential as follows: (WIT)At First, Blind Borne, Escapade, Felon Failing Fallen, Just Juxtapose, Material Martyr and Nosh Nothings. That said, do enjoy the story. Please don’t forget to comment….it truly does help the process 8D
TMAJO
I warned you of my frailty. I warn you of my will…
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“Oh yes. She’s in the race too. I’m beside myself with the joy of it.” He got up off his perch on the table, “Come now, I’d like to make your time with me as pleasurable as I may.” He moved to the door, not giving her another glance as the door hissed open. He stepped out and the air in the room fell still.
Bellinda wanted to wait and think. She wanted to think and come to the conclusion that he should shove his offer up a hole of eternal darkness. She knew she didn’t want to spend another second in the dingy cell and willed her body to carry itself toward the door. No sooner had she stepped out, had the door sealed shut. She sighed and looked around the hallway to find him standing at the far end, waiting with that smirk on his face.
Fuck she hated that smirk.
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He led her through the marble-chrome halls and she couldn’t help but think of how much she needed a shower. He didn’t seem to care that she was wearing the microbial grime of a few days and was starting to tell. She’d by now settled for herself that her captors had been keeping her for more than a few days. She’d been drifting in and out of shock-driven haze, mental slumber and pseudo manic catatonia. He walked by her side, eyeing her every now and again; his aura seemingly ready to burst but he held his tongue.
“Your mother must’ve been a sight to behold.” He stated casually, though just under his breath, as they got into the elevator; the only elevator, it seemed.
Bellinda realized, only after she was in, how easily she had followed him. She had to admit he was charming; disgustingly so. Yet she wasn’t sure know why she trusted him so, so-
“What?!” Something else hit her. The air in here felt harsh in her nostrils. Like the air in the cabin of a plane when it was too cold, over-sanitized and the pressure was just enough to keep your eardrums from popping.
“Your eyes and that mane of lava…you most certainly didn’t get that from daddy, now did you?” He said with a sly smirk.
“…” Bellinda couldn’t find her words. Or perhaps they were too hot to spew sans fire.
“Ah…forgive me sweet. Sometimes I do get carried away.” He stopped as though waiting for something. The elevator opened and he smiled; his expression melting a little. With a wide gesture, he ushered her out of the car and into his private hall.
Bellinda eyed her surroundings. The lights weren’t as blinding, but she still felt ill and a tad light-headed. She caught herself thinking about the sweaty glass of water.
“Welcome to my loft.” He announced airily, breaking her wet reverie. They’d come upon a very spacious room without walls or sections of any kind.
The redhead immediately took note of the fact that there was just a fireplace and a long lounge sofa. Off to a side, stood a wide stone table and a couple of comfy chairs; it was a loft indeed. It was obvious he didn’t live here.
“Please have a seat…enjoy the décor as I imagine it is to your liking.” His voice echoed through the mostly vacant space. He moved to the bar to dispense a truly acidic cocktail.
The redhead held her silence and merely observed the place. The ceilings towered well past the usual nine feet. Close to double. The lights from outside poured in through huge, slant-style windows. More dizziness. She turned and spotted him brandishing two drinks as he made his way back to where she stood.
“Care for a drink?” He donned that smile again.
Bellinda didn’t respond. She was ill of his games; getting more and more irritated; a swelling desire to bite his head off.
“Well on with it then.” He quipped and set the glass down on the nearest flat surface. He studied her lush face for a moment, taking in the bleached caramel shade of her skin. The flash of anger brewing just beneath her silky armor, dashing a hot glow to her face; it made him thirsty. He clasped his hands together in an easy gesture “How about a shower?”
*****************
“Hello?”
“This is Jack Ross speaking, are you Mavin Bright?”
“Yes, how may I help you?” Mavin swallowed.
“You can start by telling me where the hell my daughter is!” Jack Ross barked through the receiver, going from zero to sixty in less than a blink.
Mavin felt the heat flushing through her. “I don’t know where she is.”
“I don’t believe that!” The senator roared in his brogue. “I know about you and my daughter and that’s not the issue here.”
Mavin sighed. ‘Of course you don’t,’ she thought wryly. She could think of a few reasons why he didn’t believe her. The fact that they hadn’t even been formally introduced was a good place to start. However, she didn’t care for his tone or the implication that she had any ill-will towards the redhead.
“What then is the issue?” Mavin rumbled back.
“I want to know what you’ve done with her.” He cut her off thickly.
“Right.” Mavin rolled her eyes she could already feel her head pounding. “I’m looking for her too. I would have contacted you before but I needed to be sure. I may have a lead on her whereabouts but if I let you in, you and I will have to proceed with great caution.”
“IF you let ME in?! Now listen to me, YOU WILL let me in and you WILL tell me where she is-” It was his turn to be cut off.
“Wait a second. We can’t contact the feds! They’ll likely endanger her. I haven’t heard from her but if these people work the way I imagine they would, they’ll want to bait either of us.” Mavin said slowly and left the part out of her already having been baited.
“I don’t care. What price wouldn’t I pay for my daughter?!”
“I understand your disposition Senator and I’m sure we can both agree that it’s a delicate situation.” Mavin pinched the bridge of her nose.
“You’re damned right it’s delicate. But I promise you, if anything and so much as a hair is hurt on her-.”
Mavin heard the line go flat with a long beeping sound. “Hello?”
“Had to cut that short Doc, we have something.” Sam’s voice bubbled into her ear.
Mavin was both relieved and tempted to ask the triple Ws but thought better of it. “Well, is it worth knowing?”
“Absolutely, we intercepted an incoming wave and got hot on the keys.” Sam sounded giddy.
“What’s with the peppiness?” Mavin got up to her drug stash trying to find her migraine meds.
“Dude, you gotta see this code, it is outta this world-”
“Sam?” The butch gulped down a tiny pebble.
“What?”
“The whereabouts of my girlfriend’s takers…?” She pushed it down with water; glad she wasn’t choking.
“Oh, right. We have narrowed it down to a trailer way over on Mott Avenue. We had to do a ton of digging too.”
“I’ll get the details later; do you have the trailer on map?”
“Sure do. I’m linking up to the T4 systems they have on board. Of course, this is all via backdoor trace routes so I gotta watch my ass. It’s coming to you in…now.”
Mavin felt her PDA vibrate at her hip. “Thanks.”
“Now, wait Mave, don’t do something stupid.” Sian’s voice filtered into the conversation.
Mavin was already bouncing into her outerwear. “What was that; thought I heard you say something stupid?”
“Do you need any help?”
“What more can you do?” Mavin grabbed her keys.
“Well, we figured a way to use their code as ours. How fast can you get here?” Sian cut in again.
“As soon as you pick me up from Fort Rock.”
“That’ll take forever, get to the beta jump point. I’ll have a car waiting.”
“Will do.”
Mavin heard the line go flat again and sighed. She looked up at the ceiling of her apartment. One of the three she owned in New York City. She alone knew it existed. Times call for measures; she flipped up her cell and dialed her brother.
*****************
She’d been too shocked to speak at first. But she couldn’t really refuse a chance to wash her skin of day-old grime and two-day vapors. However, she made sure he understood her displeasure. Still, she couldn’t get rid of the dull, tried aches that were washing through her joints.
He’d simply nodded and pointed her in the direction of the washroom down another hall. She’d have a change of clothes as well, that is, if she didn’t mind sweatpants and shirts. She’d turned off her ears at that point. Not wanting to know further details. She’d long made up her mind that he talked too much and said nothing.
She took simple note of the washroom. No tub; just a tiled wall sprouting with shower-heads. She took the fastest shower she ever had and didn’t even completely strip her clothes. She maneuvered within them, washing all the necessary hygiene offenders. She wet her hair to rinse out some accumulated grease and grime. She dried off quickly and found the rack of spare clothes that seemed as impersonal as the shower-heads. Only then did she strip…sort of.
Making her way back, she found him sitting at the stone desk, nursing his drink and flipping through what looked like a report folder.
“Feeling refreshed?” He said without looking up.
“Why am I here?” Bellinda spat back, echoes bouncing. Unsure of whom the question was directed at.
“I thought we went over that.” He leaned back into his chair then swung left to reach into a flap box. He pulled out a cigar and promptly clipped off the end. “I know you don’t mind.” He said as he sucked the cigar to life on a mini butane-torch.
A few more puffs and he cleared his throat and licked his lips. “Please have a seat. I’ve got secrets to share with you.” He waved toward the sofa as rose from the desk. He picked up his drink and carried it with him to the lounge area.
“Has it not occurred to you that maybe I’m not interested in your secrets?”
“Alright, I lied. They’re not my secrets. They’re Doctor Bright’s. I know you’ll be interested in those.”
Bellinda could feel her jaw falling, but she caught it before it dropped completely. What did he know about Mavin that she didn’t? Bellinda rolled her eyes as she pondered the absurdity of it. Of course, she didn’t know everything about the dark butch but why would she trust this nameless man about anything? And why was he dangling these ’secrets’ over her head?
Bellinda weighed her options again. She could play along and allow him to run his mouth even though she wasn’t entirely sure of his motives. Or she could contribute to a worse time in captivity by being…difficult. Either way, she wasn’t guaranteed her freedom or her sure safety so why not spend the time listening to bedtime stories about Mavin? Whether or not she chose to believe them was moot at this point.
Sighing, the redhead made her way over to the lounge area and sat across from him. She was secretly glad about the sweatpants and shirt she was wearing. Nothing to entice him, make him attempt to…
“Trust me, you’ll enjoy this.” He began, tipping a sip of his drink.
“Well, I don’t trust you. So I guess we’ll just have to see.” Bellinda said calmly.
“I do like you.” He smiled that smile. “But please, you needn’t be too tense. I usually go for blonds.” He quipped and relaxed again when he got no reaction from her.
“So where were we? Ahhh yes…Doctor Mavin Bright; ex-bodybuilder; ex-physical trainer; ex-murderer…Well, I’m not sure about the urges these days, so I can’t guarantee that ex.” His tone was too casual.
Bellinda’s eyes snapped onto him. There had to be an angle to all this. She was too far yet from falling for it.
“Unbelievable you think?” He chuckled, “Alright, I suppose you want details. Quite sometime ago, before the bodybuilding break, Mavin Bright had at one time lived with her mother whom I take it, you’ve never met. There’s a reason for that. You see, Mavin had an uncle…” He trailed off slowly, watching her eyes watch him watch her.
He cleared his throat again, “He had a small penchant for fruits deemed forbidden. He tried to take a bite of her then. But you know as I do she’s no fruit.” He said with that smirk gracing his thin lips. “There was an accident; that’s what was reported. The body was found; fifteen gunshots and ninety-eight stab wounds later, the body was found floating off a river-bank. The rectal impalement with a very much rusted pipe happened before all that though…She’s something else.” He licked his lips in refreshing amazement and sipped his drink, eying the redhead over the rim of his glass.
Bellinda leaned back into the sofa. She wasn’t hearing any of it. It was too fantastic. Besides, Mavin wasn’t a murderer by any shot. So where in hell was this guy pulling his story from?
“Yes, she’s special Miss Ross. You’d be surprised. She had good ties by her brother to a notable general who in turn had good ties to a notable judge. The case never made it to the courts. But of course, she never actually admitted to it.”
“Why exactly do you think I’d believe this nonsense?” Bellinda sighed. She had no choice but to keep baiting him. Keep him talking.
“You believed the hydric acid, and that was no lie. I haven’t reason to lie to you Miss Ross. You can feel safe in my word.”
“Well your word is not making sense. Where’s the proof?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” With that and with glee, he rose and moved to the stone desk. He handed her the folder; something that should have been burned but had only gone ‘missing’. He felt a twinge at the irony.
Bellinda opened the folder. She didn’t realize that her hands were shaking. She was suddenly terrified of whatever truth the story held, IF it in fact were true. She saw photographs. Pictures of Mavin as a child; clippings of the man who allegedly, was her uncle; the gruesome collection of death and his unrecognizable features; Mavin’s mug-shot. She scanned her eyes over the numbers on the plaque; Mavin, with eyes, so cold and distant. She didn’t bother reading the reports, unsure if she wanted to have that level of detail into Mavin’s alleged past.
Sitting across from her, he watched her expression; the rapid shift in her mien. But there was no lasting state. She was examining the photos but she wasn’t registering the truth he was presenting.
He reached forward and snatched the folder from her. Her expression had melted into shock now. He leaned close; he could feel the anger swelling in him.
“What are you doing?” She said slowly.
“Don’t you see? This is the truth!” He stood to his full height, looming over her.
“Alright, fine. It’s the truth. What do you expect, fanfare?” Bellinda said, thinking instantaneously of Adam.
“You don’t believe it, she’s a murderer!” He was calm again, a look of astonishment and then that smile again.
“Look, I don’t care what you do or say about Mavin. I didn’t ask you for any of this. So excuse me if I’m indifferent!” Bellinda felt her head churning and swirling.
“Am I such a terrible host?” Exasperation tinted his tone.
“Yes. Deal with it and stop feeding me lies. You must take me for a fool, expecting me to believe every word you say when I don’t even know your name.”
“I’ve told you, my name is not of use to you and that too remains true. Would you believe me if I told you your father was in danger?”
“I wouldn’t believe that.” She was angry now and could feel her head burning with the niacin-induced flush.
“Oh I really like you.” He smiled and kept his twinkling gaze on her. “Fire.”
****** Off the shore of Queens. Midnight. *****
“Shit!”
“Hey keep it down I’m trying to catch some rest here,” Gerald turn to the golden haired man he’d been cursed to work with. He himself was balding so it certainly didn’t help his ego that Freddie had a full head of sun kissed hair. “What’s the ruckus about anyway?”
“Fuck if I know!” Fred clambered to his station and tapped unresponsive knobs.
“Hey, get your head right, what’s the problem?” Gerald mumbled. The last thing he needed was a caffeine-fueled problem.
“Contact is somehow being compromised.” Fred scratched his chin, clacking his keyboard in a fury.
“That’s impossible!” It was Gerald’s turn to jump. He totally could do without this mess.
“Not according to SYNKLAIR. I’ve been trying for the last hour to put a call through but each attempt bottoms out into fail-state.” The blond guy babbled.
“In English…?!” Gerald stood behind him, eying the monitors and the flashing control panels. Most of it didn’t make sense to him most of the time and now was no different.
“The system is jacked! I can’t dial anon. It’s somehow forwarding its ports to random directories. The system on this end is running fine and my only guess is that the satellite is blotching out.” Fred said angrily.
“And you can’t fix it?” Fred pinned his reddened eyes onto Gerald’s sweaty forehead.
“Shit, the system is hotly new and I’m still keeping the manual under me pillow, yeah? And it’s fucking early to start troubleshooting yeah? And I’m not fixing for a trip to the moon, yeah?!”
“Fuck!” Gerald grumbled, “I gotta find the insider.”
“Alas, we agree!”
“Alright, alright! Can you patch in through the back channels?”
“Have you not heard the words coming out my mouth? It’s all jacked! The back-channels are bottoming out and the target isn’t being reached at all!”
“Damn it! This can’t go wrong now!” Gerald paced for a beat, “See if you can track down the insider.”
“What?!” Fred turned, “Why do we need him?”
“Just get him here ASAP!” Gerald popped a nicotine gum “Keep trying!”
***** Westbury, next day, 0600 hours. ******
“Mavin this is heavy.” He felt the tingle in his spine; the hairs on the back of his thick neck prickling with the dew-time chill.
“No, it’s necessary.” She felt the tingle in her spine; running on less than three hours of sleep in the past 72.
“You’re talking about doing something completely out of-”
“What? Out of character? Zeke, you know me better than that.” Mavin sighed. Her head felt like a washing machine on the rinse with turbo engines.
“No, this is not advisable and I know I can’t talk you out of it and that’s why I’m so worried. I know you too well.” He sighed and paced on his terrace. He glanced back through the sliding doors and could just barely make the shape of his sleeping wife, the glass was hyper reflective.
“Well, are you in or not?” Mavin mumbled.
“Don’t do that M.” Zeke sighed.
“Do what?”
“Don’t do that ‘in or out’ thing. I’m always in.” Zeke sighed again “But times change. There’s a lot more for me to worry about now.”
“…Seems to me you’ve already made your choice Zeke.” Mavin breathed deeply, trying to focus on the conversation at hand.
“What exactly do you plan on doing?” Zeke rubbed his forehead.
“In or out?”
“What time?”
“Five hours, I need to make a short run.”
“Be careful man.”
“I’ll call you with details. Just be ready.”
********Three hours beyond the horizon********
“Mmm…you like that don’t you?” Adrian toyed with the luscious body next to her. She had just come off her latest construction multi-site tour. She was tired, ragged and in the mood for just one thing.
“Yeah, baby. You know what I like.” The luscious body replied, moving closer.
“Well Lola Mae, sometimes I just like to hear you say it.” Adrian licked her lips and allowed her steely gaze to wash over Lola’s delicious curves. She had been thinking about them for weeks now.

Three Weeks to Lose his Virginity Ch. 01

admin — Sun, 11 May 2008 13:01:28 +0000

Spencer couldn’t believe it.
His mum had won a holiday to Ibiza from a competition off the back of a box of cornflakes. First, she’d told him she wasn’t going to take him, which wasn’t such a huge shock. The prize was for two and of course she’d take her boyfriend, that arsehole Roger.
But then, instead of having three weeks on his own, she’d asked her old friend Emma to come and stay to look after him! At the age of eighteen, he didn’t need a bloody babysitter! And who the hell was this Emma? He could barely remember her because she’d moved to Dubai with her family ten years ago and Mum had stayed in touch with her by mail so he’d not seen her since.
Ironically, he did have some vague memories of Emma babysitting him when he was a child, after his father had left them. Apparently she’d been a neighbour and got close to his mum despite their age difference; she was probably only ten or so years older than him.
She was in the process of moving back to the UK having divorced her husband and it suited her to have a place to stay for a few weeks and, of course, it suited his mum to curtail any freedom he might have had while she was gone.
It’s not like he would have had lots of wild parties. Frankly he didn’t really have enough friends to have a party as such. But, like any other healthy eighteen year old boy, he’d been looking forward to having the run of the house. Going out whenever he wanted to. Drinking perhaps. And of course watching mountains of porn.
But now here he was, waiting at Waterloo station, for the person who was going to make the next three weeks hell rather than the potential heaven it could have been. He knew for a fact Mum had talked to Emma about the long list of rules to which he had to adhere.
The only upside might be that he had an indistinct memory that Emma had been a good-looking girl. Of course at eight, he’d not really understood such things, but, if she were still as hot as he thought she might be, at least he would be able to secretly ogle her while she was here.
“Spencer, is that you?”
Spencer turned to face his oppressor and stopped dead. And then he began to blush, as he did in the presence of any attractive woman. Or in this case in the presence of a very attractive woman indeed.
She was tall, almost as tall as him, with a wide knowing smile and big dark eyes. Her lipstick was a shocking red and she was wearing a blue fitted cardigan and jeans. Her shiny dark brown hair was shoulder-length and her figure was perfect: long lithe legs and, most exciting of all, breasts that were almost too large for her slender body.
Not that Spencer was in any way fussy. As an eighteen year old virgin who had never even had a sniff of a snog, he couldn’t afford to be. But he’d decided he was definitely a breast man. While masturbating he would always time his ejaculation to the sight of a big-bosomed centrefold or a busty porn star taking it at both ends.
Which explained why the sight of Emma’s slightly tanned and extremely impressive cleavage had instantly given him a hard-on. He desperately hoped she wouldn’t notice.
“Hello, Emma,” he mumbled.
“Spencer! Wow, I know it sounds stupid but you’ve really grown. Look at you!” Emma replied happily. “Come here!” she smiled as she stepped forward for a hug.
Spencer awkwardly allowed her hold him, trying to keep his crotch from pressing revealingly into her. Her hair smelt fresh and her breasts felt substantial and firm against his chest. With a slight groan at his loss of control, he stopped holding his hips back and allowed his erection to briefly push against her tummy.
She must have noticed but didn’t react beyond a slight twitch of one of her eyebrows.
“I can’t believe how much you’ve changed,” she commented as he pulled her suitcase along en route to the taxi rank. “It only feels like yesterday when I was wrestling with you on your mum’s sofa!”
The thought of wrestling with Emma almost caused Spencer to groan involuntarily again. But he felt embarrassed too. His mum always said what a gorgeous little boy he’d been, usually when she having a go at him for the way he now dressed or for not washing properly. He knew he didn’t cut an attractive figure, slightly overweight with greasy black hair and a faceful of zits. He also dressed exclusively in dark heavy goth-like clothing but this was all a way of hiding from the real world and particularly from the very girls with whom he was sexually obsessed. He was sure Emma would be remembering that handsome young boy and was disgusted by the ugly teenager he’d become.
Hence despite Emma’s friendliness, he was brusque, almost surly in his responses to her questions as they travelled home. By the time they got back to the house, he was utterly in love yet at the same time angry with her for being so nice to him. She had obviously sensed his mood as she had stopped trying to engage him in conversation.
~~~
At the house, he showed Emma to his mum’s bedroom which she’d be using for her stay.
“I know it’s pretty early but I’m still jet lagged so I’m going to skip supper and go and have a bath and get to bed, Spencer,” she said. “You’ve got school tomorrow so please don’t stay up too late,” she added.
Spencer could have kicked himself. He was going to spend three whole weeks, with the most gorgeous woman he’d ever met in his life and he’d already pissed her off by being a petulant twat.
He made his way downstairs to the kitchen to have something to eat before settling down in front of the TV, his erection still uncomfortable in his black jeans. He decided to wait until she was asleep before having a wank.
He could hear her moving around in the bathroom upstairs and rubbed his cock through his trousers at the thought of her having a bath. He imagined her big breasts floating in the foam; he imagined her towelling her gorgeous body dry; he imagined her rubbing moisturiser into her long sexy legs. Oh shit, she was so beautiful.
At last he heard the creaks of his mum’s bed as she got in and, not long afterwards, the sound of her turning off the lamp.
He waited another few impatient minutes before slipping up to his room to get a porn DVD and an old pair of underpants to mop up any mess. On the way back down, he paused outside her bedroom door. Nothing. She was fast asleep.
Back in the living room, he turned on the TV and forwarded the DVD to his favourite scene where two stunning models give a blowjob to a ridiculously lucky photographer. He’d not realised it before but the girl on the left didn’t look too dissimilar to Emma. She had black hair but her body was just as lovely although her breasts were even larger, artificially so, he guessed.
At last he pulled out his cock and began to masturbate, imagining that he was getting a two-girl blowjob from Emma and a pretty blonde, such as Suzy Simpson from his class.
He was just beginning to speed up, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, when he got the shock of his life.
“Spencer!”
He grabbed the underpants and covered himself reflexively as he turned to see Emma standing behind the sofa wearing a white silky gown. She appeared more amused than horrified as she looked up from Spencer’s cock to see the blonde on screen swallow a huge penis like it was a lolly.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, mortified at being caught and desperately trying to put his dick away. “I’m so sorry.”
She smiled as she walked past him to go to the kitchen. “Don’t worry!” she giggled. “You’re a teenage boy. I’d be amazed if you weren’t wanking at least once a day. Don’t stop on my account! I only wanted a glass of water.”
Spencer didn’t know what to do. He’d expected her to be upset. But she seemed to think it was funny. He was trying to remember whether he’d been murmuring her name when she’d walked in. Oh no, how embarrassing. What if she told his mum?
But she’d just looked at the porn like it was the latest Disney cartoon. And she’d actually encouraged him to continue having a wank.
She popped her head around the corner. “Spencer would you like a beer?”
“What! Um, well, I’m not supposed to have one. They’re Roger’s,” he replied in confusion, referring to his mum’s boyfriend.
“Don’t worry; we’ll replace them before they get back.” After his amazed pause, she added, “Well, would you like one?”
“Um, yeah, sure, I mean, yes please.”
She popped back into the kitchen but was back almost immediately with two cans of beer.
“I think I’ll have one too. Budge up then,” she ordered as she sat down to his right.
As he took the beer, he realised the underpants were on the floor and his cock was still sticking out of his jeans. He was holding the DVD remote in his left hand and the can of beer in his right.
“I know your mum gave me a big list of things you can’t do but, the way I see it, what she doesn’t know won’t bother her. I spent years looking after you and I’ve still got a big soft spot for you. I noticed you had a big hard spot for me at the station!” she said nodding at his hard penis.
“Oh, I’m so sorry…” he began.
“Don’t worry; it’s really flattering that I had that effect on you! I know I must seem like an old lady to you but I’d like to be your friend, Spencer.”
“Oh, no Emma. You’re the most gorgeous woman ever!” he replied vehemently.
“Really? What about all the pretty young things at your school? Aren’t they much more beautiful than me?” she teased.
“Oh, no. Really, I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as you.”
“Spencer, you’re a gentleman. That’s a lovely thing to say. Thanks,” she said.
After a pause she added, “Go on then, keep going, you’re missing a good bit,” gesturing to the screen on which the man was now fucking his dark-haired co-star up her arse while the blonde lay underneath them licking his balls.
His cock twitched. Breathing heavily he moved his hand towards it before realising he was still holding the beer.
“Here,” Emma said, “Let me do that for you.”
He held out the beer for her but she just laughed. “No, silly. Not that. This,” she added as her cool right hand gently clasped his hot aching erection.
“Ohhhh,” Spencer moaned in disbelief as she began to slowly and gently masturbate him. He noticed that the varnish on her perfectly manicured nails matched her lipstick.
“Maybe I should take that beer after all,” Emma suggested as he almost dropped it. “Don’t worry I won’t stop!” she said as she took it from him.
“Oh, Emma,” Spencer murmured inarticulately.
“You know it’s funny,” she said. “The number of times I saw your cock when you were a boy in the bath or while you were getting changed. I never thought that one day I’d be wanking it and that it would grow into such a big one.”
“Really?” Spencer was surprised.
“Oh, yes, darling. You’re not small at all. I’ve seen a lot of cocks and yours is one of the biggest.”
“Wow, thanks!” he exclaimed.
“Pay attention to the screen. Look, that blonde one’s licking his cock again, after it’s been up the other one’s bum as well. What a dirty slut!”
Listening to Emma talk so explicitly, Spencer desperately bucked his hips trying to get her to move her hand faster but she let go of him.
“Ah, ah, ah!” she warned musically. “Slow down, lover.” Bewitched, he nodded and she started again.
“So which one do you prefer - the blonde or the dark one, Spencer?”
“The dark one,” he replied as they watched her lick her colleague’s pussy.
“Why her? Isn’t the blonde one prettier?” Her voice was honeyed and smooth. And highly seductive.
“I love her boobs,” he grunted in reply.
“Oh, you like big boobs then? Even unnatural ones like hers? They wouldn’t feel very nice, I think.” Emma was smiling her worldly smile again.
“I don’t know. I’ve never touched anyone’s boobs. They just look so lovely,” he was almost hysterical in his need to come now but Emma just kept slowly stroking him, keeping him expertly on the edge of orgasm.
“Really? You’ve never touched breasts before? You poor thing.” She licked her lips. “Would you like to touch mine?”
Spencer hadn’t realised he could be any more excited than he already was. But as he nodded wordlessly and Emma let go of his cock to unhurriedly open her gown from the waist up, he began to understand just how much further there was to go.
He watched entranced as, first, the light brown slopes of her upper breasts came into view. Then, she carefully pulled down her gown until the very tops of her chocolate brown aureoles peeped over the white silk.
Finally he moaned with lust as she pulled it open all the way exposing her stiff dark nipples and the weighty underside of her large yet firm breasts. They were golden and lightly tanned like her face.
“You can touch them, Spencer,” Emma breathed as she reached out to masturbate him again.
He reached out and allowed her bullet-hard nipples to touch the palms of his hands teasingly before grabbing hold of her boobs and squeezing powerfully.
“Spencer! I know you’re excited, sweetie, but more gently please,” she exclaimed. “Yes that’s better, there’s no hurry you’ve got plenty of time over the next few weeks to touch them,” she added as he began to more tenderly fondle her considerable bosom.
“They’re so soft but at the same time so firm, I mean they don’t sag at all,” he expressed in wonder.
“Thank you, Spencer.”
“No really, thank you, Emma. I mean I can’t believe you’re giving me a handjob!”
“It’s fine, darling. You can’t walk around with an erection all the time. It can’t be very comfortable and I’m sure it’s not good for you to repress all that sexual tension. Do you get hard when you’re talking to the girls at school?” Emma asked.
“Sometimes,” he nodded. “Although I hardly ever talk to any girls. Please, Emma, can I come now?”
“Be patient, lover,” she gently chided although she did start to speed up her hand perhaps realising that he wasn’t going to explode immediately. “I’ll make you a deal, Spencer. Over the next few weeks I’ll do my best to help you become more confident with girls with the aim of maybe finding a girl at school who could do this for you.”
“Oh, Emma. That would be great,” he said. “But you’ll do this again for me? Please?” he added, secretly thinking that the odds were low that anyone else would ever do this.
“Spencer, I promise that I’ll give you relief if you have an erection in my presence. After all, it really isn’t a hassle for me to just move my hand up and down on your cock for a few minutes while you play with my tits. And how could I not do it when it gives you so much pleasure,” she said fondly. “But I’m serious about getting you into shape to find someone else to do this for you. I’m only here for three weeks and I’d hate for you to go without after I’m gone.”
“OK, OK, anything you want. Please just a little quicker - I’m so close,” he pleaded.
“You have to promise to do everything I say though. Promise?”
“Yes, oh, yes. I promise. I promise,” he shrieked.
“OK then. You can come on my boobs.” And with that Emma knelt in front of him and began to masturbate him properly for the first time while her left hand cupped his heavy testicles.
Within seconds he began repeatedly shooting strings of sticky cum all over her considerable boobs, while shouting in pleasure.
“Gosh, Spencer!” Emma exclaimed. “What a lot of spunk. My poor boobs are absolutely covered. I think I might need another bath.”
Spencer collapsed back on the sofa, marvelling at what had just happened. Surely this must be a dream? Things like this just didn’t happen to boys like him.
~~~
The next morning Spencer woke, as he did most mornings, with an erection. He began to masturbate languorously before stopping wide-eyed, recalling the previous evening. Had it been a dream? Had he really come over Emma’s breasts the night before?
He remembered walking upstairs with her, unable to take his eyes from her spunky tits, while she insisted that they go to their separate bedrooms despite his begging her to masturbate him again.
If it hadn’t been a dream then he also remembered her promising to ’sort him out’ in the morning before he went to school. In which case…
He jumped out of bed in excitement, his cock poking out through his pyjama fly.
There was a knock on the door and Emma walked in, already dressed in t-shirt and jeans. “Come on, you’re going to be late,” she said as she pulled open the curtains.
As light flooded the room, Spencer realised that if it had just been a dream then it probably wasn’t a great idea to be standing open-mouthed in the middle of his room with his cock sticking out.
But by this time Emma had already turned around and seen his erection.
“Well, I suppose that’s no surprise,” she said as she grabbed hold of his cock and led back him to the bed. “OK, I’m going to do you quickly now because I want you to have a shower before you go to school and we haven’t got much time,” she added as she began to toss him off again. “But I really want you to learn to control yourself so, when you do manage to find yourself a girl, you can show her a good time. Is that OK?”
“Oh, fuck, yes, Emma!” he gasped as her hand sped up and down his dick. He reached out and began manhandling her breasts through her t-shirt and bra.
“And I mean what I said about the shower. You won’t get a girl if you’re not clean. You really do whiff a bit. Although that’s no surprise. It smells disgusting in here too. While you’re at school, I’ll clean your room.”
“Oh, shit, that feels so good, Emma. Um, about the room…” he began.
“Don’t worry. I’ll treat your porn sensitively,” she added, smiling at his concerned expression.
He slid his hand under her t-shirt to continue pawing at her breasts.
“Careful, dear. That bra is delicate and expensive. I need to teach you to be a bit more gentle as well as patient, I think.” Her hand began to blur on his cock as she increased her pace once again.
“Here it comes!” Emma declared as, with a triumphant groan, Spencer came copiously over her hands and over his bedding.
After making sure he was fully drained, Emma added, “Right go and have that shower, darling. I’ll find some half-decent clothes for you to wear.”
~~~
Spencer was fantasising about Emma. He was imagining her licking and sucking his cock, hungrily begging for him to come in her mouth. The thought of those soft red lips sliding up and down his rigid pole and those dark perceptive eyes, gazing up at him while she smiled around a mouthful of his cock, had him rock hard again.
Which, he realised as the school bell rang, was a bit of a problem as he was in a class and everyone around him was leaving.
Emma had dressed him very differently in a white t-shirt and blue jeans and he’d already had a few comments at school today, all of them surprisingly positive. She’d also promised to take him shopping for more clothes as well as a proper haircut that weekend. She’d also tantalisingly hinted that, if he were clean, she might consider using more than her hands on him that evening; hence the flavour of his fantasy today.
He smiled once more at the thought of her hot sucking mouth. He heard a giggle and realised he was staring at Suzy Simpson and that she was smiling back, although he couldn’t tell whether she was laughing at him or whether she was being uncharacteristically friendly.
Suzy was stunning, with a statuesque and curvaceous figure, a surprisingly sweet pretty face and spiky blonde hair. She was popular with everyone at school, slightly rebellious but still academically able and the favourite object of Spencer’s fantasies before Emma had arrived. And she’d had several boyfriends and was rumoured to have gone all the way with them.
Suzy and two of her friends walked away, still giggling, with a few glances back over their shoulders. He realised they weren’t just looking at his face and worked out that the lump in his trousers was more than obvious.

Cry Wolf

admin — Sun, 11 May 2008 09:01:28 +0000

Anana watched Davis playing with his toy. He was like a boy, his eyes bright, fiddling with dials and pushing buttons. He was staring at the lime green horizon on the North Slope of Alaska, trying to make a connection between his electronic satellite data and the thickening yellow clouds rolling in.
The clouds told her something. A storm was coming.
She gathered the stuff of her camp, her small cooking pot, her ulu—a half-moon shaped woman’s knife that was used for everything from skinning an animal hide to chopping ice—and took them into her makeshift sod house.
She could have packed a tent, like Davis, but even though she had been to college in Juneau, and had been tracking with the Wildlife Conservation for nearly five years, there were things she held onto, continuing to follow many of the old ways—each brick in her sod house had been carved out of the earth with her ulu.
They had been here observing the pack for a month now. The pups were almost old enough for Davis to fit with collars, or so he kept saying. If he didn’t hurry, winter would be upon them, and the wolves would be gone, traveling long distances at night on terrain that they could not follow.
She heard him walking around outside. They could both walk upright when the older wolves were gone and the pups were tucked into the den with their wolf-babysitter. Anana had named him Maguyuk, for he was always howling, groveling, whining and rolling onto his back to show the white of his belly. He was the lowest wolf in the caste.
“Anana?” Davis was on his knees, peeking his head into the low entrance of her sod house. “The pack’s returning. I think snow’s coming.”
“Did your fancy toy tell you that?” she smiled at him, pulling off her fur mittens and laying them on her sod table so she could push her long, thick hair out of her eyes. There was only enough room to kneel for her, and she doubted that Davis could do even that.
“When are you going to move into the new millennium, woman?” He winked at her. “What, are you afraid that technology is gonna put you out of business?”
Anana snorted. “If I remember correctly, it wasn’t your GPS system that found the wolf den.”
She had used a GPS system for a while when she first started, in spite of her father’s warning that trackers could become dependent on them. It seemed like an amazing modern convenience, using satellites to pinpoint anything, including your own position. It only took her one night alone on the tundra to realize that it was taking too much of her time and energy away from actually tracking—that she lost her bearings with it, rather than finding them.
She looked at Davis and saw that his smile had wavered into a pout. He grumbled, “Well, you know, I told you—that was just a glitch.”
She waved her hand at him. She had heard it before. “There is an unalaq—a strong west wind. It will be a big storm, this one, strange for this time of year. Do you want to stay in here with me tonight?”
He looked around the small, dark space, frowning. “I think my tent will be fine.”
“Let me know if you change your mind.” She shrugged. “The pack has returned.”
“How—” Davis lifted his head, and looked to the west. Anana put her mittens back on, crawling out.
“They will bring meat back for the pups,” she said, edging him out of the way. “I want to see.” She crawled up the slope on her belly, her mukluks digging into the frozen ground as she edged her way to the top. Davis trudged his way after her, still carrying his GPS. Anana waved him down and he crouched, beginning to crawl up the slope.
He joined her at the top, the two of them still able to blend into the dark brown and green carpet of the tundra as they peered toward the wolf den. They were well above the tree line here, so there was nothing to mar the vast extent of the landscape, but in the summer, the ground was full of moss and lichens. The pups were out with their babysitter-wolf, Maguyuk, rolling and tumbling and biting on each other’s ears. Maguyuk was waiting for the rest of his pack, his nose lifted to the wind.
Anana watched the pups play. The biggest and most playful pup, who she called Pukiq, because he was very smart, snuck up behind his sister, Nukka, biting her tail.
“They are growing quite big,” Anana whispered. Davis nodded, watching in the direction that Maguyuk was looking.
“Wonder how they’ll weather this storm?” Davis wondered aloud.
“Wolves have lived out here longer than my ancestors,” Anana whispered. “They will survive the weather just fine.”
Davis glanced at her and shook his head, smiling.
The three older wolves returned, including the great black wolf leader, his eyes shining as he let Maguyuk mouth his chin, a sign of respect. With that, Maguyuk was off. Anana knew he would backtrack to the kill and eat his fill. The only female wolf was regurgitating food for the pups. Anana had named her Arnaq–woman. The pups crowded around to eat, growling happily, their tails wagging.
“Down,” Anana hissed, putting her mittened hand on top of Davis’ head. Their cheeks rested on the cold ground, facing one another, their breath wafting together in white streams. The temperature was summer, still, nearing fall, probably in the high twenties or early thirties, Anana guessed. She knew Davis could have glanced at his watch and told her exactly.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Amaguq,” she said, saying the name she had given the leader of the wolf pack and lifting her head very slowly so she could see above the slope. The great black wolf was still watching them, his long snout sniffing the air, although they were downwind.
“The alpha?” Davis lifted his head as well to look. Anana sighed. He called them all by technical names. They were alpha male, alpha female, beta male one and two, all four of them fitted with GPS collars so Davis could track their positions. The pups were also numbers—pups one through six—although up until recently, they had been too young to fit with collars.
“He knows we’re here,” Anana whispered. The regal wolf turned twice in a circle and howled, the sound piercing the air. She knew how to live out here, she had done it all of her life, and it had been she who had used her skill to allow them such close access to the wolves’ den.
If it had been up to Davis, toting his gun and looking for caribou to hunt, the wolves would have been long gone, she thought. Instead, she made him put his gun away, forced him to rub his tent down in mud to camouflage it, and they had trapped their food and crawled on all fours whenever the wolves were in sight.
She also refused to allow Davis to wear his bright orange parka, making him favor his dark blue one. He had blushed, she remembered, when she joked to him that it brought out the color of his eyes.
“I think he’s always known,” Davis replied. “Thanks to you, I think he’s accepted us.”
Anana smiled at his acknowledgement, putting her mittened hand over his.
“This storm may send us home, early,” she whispered. “I don’t think we’re in for any more thaws.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he replied, looking at the GPS in his hand. “Our observation period is over next week. Once I put the interim collars on the pups, we can call the plane to take us back to the mainland.”
Was it so soon? she thought. They had been out here for months together, and she had watched the changing of the seasons, the lemmings disappearing, the terns fading in numbers, but her heart didn’t seem to want autumn to come.
Anana watched as the third adult wolf, a sleek, silver male that she had named Qopuk, after the ice, nuzzle Amaguq under the chin. They were a family, although she wasn’t quite sure what role this male played in the pack. Trusted servant or best friend, perhaps? He didn’t mate with the female, Arnaq—wolves remained monogamous through the season, often through many seasons—but he wasn’t the low-man, like Maguyuk, either.
“The storm will be here within the hour,” Anana announced, her eyes on the horizon. The arctic terns were circling, and she knew it was over the site of the wolf kill. The clouds were gathering. The sun didn’t set, and there was little difference between noon and midnight in the sky, now, but storms clouds in the arctic had a strange, lemon yellow tinge, a bright warning against the pale green of evening
“I better pack everything into the tent,” Davis said, turning and sliding down the hill on his bottom. Anana rolled over and watched him moving around his camp, gathering equipment. He was a tall man, although all kablunaks seemed tall to her, she knew. She was just barely five feet, her limbs short, her body compact, with the same broad, flat nose of her ancestors, the same round, moon-like face.
She had grown used to his presence as they tracked the wolves through the beginning summer months. Her primary occupation was tracking, and she had been taught by her father, and her father’s father before him. She grinned as she remembered how angry Davis had been that she was assigned by the conservation department to tag along with him because this was, after all, his first real field assignment. That’s how he put it: “I don’t want her tagging along.” Like she was some annoying little sister.
Walking toward his tent, his part of the camp, she found him squatting on the ground, his parka hood down and his gloves off as he punched information into the GPS in his hand. There was a label along the side of it that read: Division of Wildlife Conservation Alaska Department of Fish and Game.
“You are a slave to that thing,” she sighed, squatting down beside him. He glanced up at her and smiled.
“I have to admit, I’m beginning to think it’s worthless next to you,” he replied, slanting her a look.
She raised her eyebrows at him. “Do you want something? What’s all this praise about?”
He laughed, turning the GPS off and standing. “You’re always questioning my motives.”
She watched him stretch and yawn. It was still strange, somehow, to be wide awake at midnight. They were on wolf time, now, sleeping during the day and up at night to observe the pack. The passing of time was just the rhythm of life out here on the tundra. He looked down and saw her watching him. She turned her eyes to his tent.
“Are you sure you going to be okay in there?” she asked him.
“Listen here,” he said with a snort. “That is a North Face VE-25!”
She knew exactly what kind of tent it was, but she didn’t tell him so. She just looked at him blankly.
“That tent is pretty much bombproof,” he said, looking exasperated. “It’s got twelve tie-downs, a geodesic pole design, and bar-tacked corner reinforcers.”
Anana bit her lip to try to hide a smile. “If you say so.”
Davis frowned, looking toward her shelter. “In fact, why don’t you stay in with me?”
“In that?” She made a face.
“Yeah, that,” he said. “It’s gotta be safer than that little hole in the ground you’ve built. What if you get snowed in?”
She laughed. “So much for praising my abilities.” She stood and turned to walk back to her sod house. The wind was already picking up, and it ruffled the wolverine fur trim on her parka.
“I’ll see you after the storm,” she said. Kneeling down, she crawled into her little hole in the ground.
Anana took off her mukluks and placed them by the door. Then she took off her outer clothing, her parka and her fur-lined pants, folding them carefully. Off came the clothes she wore next to her body. She continued stripping herself until she was nude and she placed everything into a bag made of a whale bladder, sealing it tight against moisture. That was another of the old ways she refused to let go. In the Arctic, damp clothes meant death.
She shivered in the cold, seeing her own breath. She slid into her sleeping skin, a moose hide bag lined in rabbit fur, pulling it up around her until only her eyes were showing. Her breath against the fur warmed her face. She heard the wolves howling. They knew the storm was coming, too. She closed her eyes, and slept.
*****
“Anana!” His voice was close, but she couldn’t see him at the entrance. Outside, it was a world of white.
“Davis?” She sat up, shivering in the cold, and grabbed her caribou skin off the floor, wrapping it around herself as she made her way to the door. He was wearing full gear, and he was covered in snow as he crawled toward her. She must have slept long, or it must have snowed hard, because the ground was already covered. She could see it built up at the entrance of her house, which she had made the way her father taught her, creating a slanted awning for possibilities such as these.
Anana couldn’t see anything past Davis’ bulk crawling toward her, not his tent, or the pond, or the slope that led up toward the wolves. It was a white out—the wind a bitter, chilling reminder that this was, indeed, the Arctic.
She reached her hand out and grasped his arm. “How did you find me in this?”
“I don’t know.” He slid down into her home, landing with a thump on the floor, his breath ragged. “It’s gone,” he gasped. “Everything is gone. I barely got out of tent before the wind took it.”
Anana knelt beside him, taking off his gloves, his hat, unsnapping and unzipping his parka. “We’ll find it,” she reassured him, putting her fur-warmed hands to his cold, red cheeks.
“There’s a foot of snow out there already.” His voice was shaking. “I didn’t think it would be so much. I didn’t put the heavy snow load bearing poles in. With that high west wind, it all piled up on the east side and the tent collapsed.”
“You’re safe here.” Her hands continued to work, undoing his parka.
Davis put his head in his hands and stared at the dirt floor. “You don’t understand.”
“I understand that you are very wet,” Anana told him, pushing his parka off his shoulders. “And if you don’t get dry, you’ll die.”
It wasn’t as bad as she feared. His Gortex parka and pants were wet, but would dry by morning. His clothes were just a little damp along the edges. Davis let her strip him down to his underwear, which was no easy feat in the small space. It was only then that he seemed to notice that she, too, was nude, his eyebrows going up, his eyes raking over her. She laid the caribou skin back on the floor and his clothes on it.
“Now what?” he asked. “All my clothes—everything was in that tent.”
“I know,” she said, pulling him along as she crawled toward her sleeping skin. His hand was cold and clammy from the dampness. She had rubbed him down the best she could. “Here, get in.”
He hesitated, looking at her body in the only light coming from the entrance, a hazy, greenish glow. “Anana…”
“Get in,” she insisted. He slid himself into her sleeping skin, and she crawled in beside him, stretching her body against his and pulling the fur up tight around their heads. They lay belly-to-belly, listening to the wind outside.
“The wolves,” he whispered.
“Will fare better than your tent.” She smiled, but when she saw how devastated he looked, she regretted it. “We’ll find it, when the storm is over.”
“It could be miles from here by now,” Davis sighed. “There aren’t any trees to stop it.”
“Well, if you don’t find it—”
“If we don’t find it, we’re dead,” he told her, his voice flat. “How do you think I was going to send the signal for the plane to take us home? We’re stuck out here in the middle of the Arctic tundra with three hundred miles between us and civilization. Just how do you propose we’re going to get back? Walk?”
She put her hand over his lips, her eyes soft. “If we have to, yes.”
“We have nothing.” He shook his head, his eyes dark. “We’re as good as dead.”
“Tawia!” Anana cried and pushed against his chest. “Enough! You are with the best tracker in the Arctic. Do you think I can not get us home?”
“I—” Davis sighed, closing his eyes. “Let’s not talk about it anymore. Okay?”
Anana turned away from him, but there wasn’t much room to move, and nowhere to go. Her back was pressed against his belly.
“What kind of fur is this?” Davis asked, after a moment, sounding surprised. “It’s so warm. I’m always cold, even in my sleeping bag.”
“It kept the rabbits warm,” she murmured, closing her eyes. The wind was a faint whistle outside the door.
“It’s quiet in here,” he remarked. She could feel his legs against her feet, less clammy now.
“The earth is a great insulator,” she said. “So, do you feel warm now?”
“Yes,” he replied. He was quiet again, and then he said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she replied, smiling. His chest was rising and falling against her bare back. It was much warmer in her sleeping skin with the two of them.
“I can’t sleep,” Davis whispered.
She turned her head toward him, smiling. “Do you want me to tell you a story?”
“Tell me how you do it,” he said. She felt his hand looking for a comfortable place to rest, settling on her hip. It was warm and large and it made her skin tingle.
“How I do what?”
“Track.” Davis curled his body around her. “It’s amazing. You see things that I never could.”
She could feel his breath over her cheek. “That’s because you only see what is right in front of you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You need to open up the lens of your vision,” she said. “Right now, you’re looking at my body, yes?”
Davis shifted against her and cleared his throat. “Yes.”
“What do you see?” she asked him.
“Uhhh…”
“The curve of my neck, the slope of my shoulder, maybe?”
She could hear the smile in his voice. “Yeah.”
“That’s tunnel vision,” she told him. “Make your eyes go wide angle. Relax your focus. Like you’re looking at one of those magic eye puzzles my nephew keeps doing instead of his school work.”
“What?”
“Just do it,” she urged, pressing her hand to his against her hip. “Now, what do you see?”
Davis propped his head up on his elbow, looking around. “Fur. The earth walls. The caribou skin. That little square clod of packed dirt you call a table.”
“Yes,” she said, turning onto her back to look up at him. “Wider. Look at the negative space.”
“What?” He shook his head, smiling down at her. She saw his eyes dip below the edge of the sleeping skin, traveling down the length of her body.
“It’s not about where I am,” she whispered, lifting his chin and directing his eyes back out toward the little room. “It’s about where I’m not.”
His eyes moved over the room, his face twisted in confusion.
“What are the impressions?” she whispered. “Where have I been?”
“Ohhh,” Davis breathed.
“Yes,” she smiled up at him, her eyes bright. “It’s just like that, tracking wolves, or anything, really. You find the patterns, the subtle shifts, the places where they lived. Everything leaves an impression on the world.”
Davis was looking down at her again, his eyes searching. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“You can touch me.”
“I want to,” he said.
“I know.”
She took his hand and placed it against her breast. They were small and firm, her areolas as dark and round as a new moon. He brushed his thumb over her nipple, which was flat and wide and thick in the middle and very sensitive to touch, watching it harden.
Her face tilted toward his, and he met her mouth. She melted into him, the ache to be with him mounting as his tongue found hers.
She had never been with a kablunak, and she was fascinated by his body, how long his limbs were, how light his eyes and hair. She kissed his cheek and the scruffy, dark blonde, three-month beard on his chin, rubbing her cheek there, reveling in the sensation.
“You like that?” He smiled, pulling her hip toward him so they were belly-to-belly again, burying his face in her neck and rubbing his beard over her flesh.
“Davis,” she whispered, running her hand over his upper arm, feeling the muscles, tight and hard and sinewy. She tilted her face up again to be kissed and he obliged, his hand moving over the flesh of her back, pulling her in to him. His lips were a soft cloud in the rough landscape of his beard, his mouth a wet cave that her tongue dipped in to explore.