Erotic Fiction

[80child]

disclaimer-inspired by Racquel Darrian in a parody featuring characters from DC comics . Any resemblance to actual events or persons unintended .

Racquel looked in the full length mirror at herself and was pleased at hat she saw . Dressed in a Catwoman costume she was about to leave for an Halloween party in Hollywood . Not long separating from her long time partner she had stepped away from the adult movie business having been one of the most popular girls in her time .
Her exquisite figure was completely covered except for her face , she planned to wear the black face mask when she arrived . The black skin tight stretchy lycra hugged her athletic physique like a second skin . Her gorgous cleft derriere thrust out like a ripe peach and the outfit lifted and separated at the upper thigh making a V at her protruding mound of venus . Wearing stiletto heeled black ankle boots made her slender calves and toned thigh muscles a sexy look and she saw in the mirror how her large 36 C breasts jutted out from her chest . A black utility belt hung low accentuating her 22 inch waist . The feeling of the lycra against her naked skin felt delicious .
Satisfied she drove her red Corvette down the Strip , this was a treat she had given herself after passing her test last year . The party was already lively with everyone in costume and drinking . Spotting a man in a 1960's style Batman outfit she made some small talk with him . Both masked they did not know each other and did not bother with any introductions . After a while Racquel found herself checking him out , his broad chest with muscled biceps and a near 8 pack were impressive in the light blue top and she could not miss his prominent loins in the skimpy trunks .
' Care for a night cap at my place ? ' , she asked . She had only had one glass of champagne all night as she had brought the car .
' Sure , and maybe a cat nap ? ' , he dared to test her having been eyeing the stunning beauty all evening . She nodded smiling and they took the short drive to the hills where she kept her modest apartment .

As soon as they passed the threshold they fell into each others arms in an embrace . Standing at 5 feet 8 even in the heels she had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him . Their lips locked and tongues danced in each others mouths as she draped her arms around his shoulders . He tasted of champagne as they pressed their bodies together . His hands squeezed her bubble butt in both hands and she reacted pushing her thighs against his hard muscled legs . Gasping as he spun her around he gripped her big boobs through the soft material and she delighted in his firm grip . Racquel could feel his growing bulge that pressed at her crack and she pushed back at it feeling the tingling sensation begin between her thighs . He nuzzled her slender neck under the mass of chestnut hair that tumbled down he back in tight curls and gently undid the utility belt and dropped it to the carpet . Then his right hand traced the outline of her snatch and stroked it and she let out a series of soft moans . Parting her slim legs she writhed as he went to her inner thigh area with both hands . His cock now seemed like a steel rod at her back and she turned to face him , her gloved fingers trailing down his chest and abs to the trunks . Sliding a hand in she found his erection , and with heart pounding she sank down and took out the thick 8 inch prick . He was almost as big as her ex but not quite . Holding the shaft in both hands she slowly licked it from base to tip then her hot tongue darted around the big head . She gave little kisses down the underside of the entire length then her red lips parted and she dropped her mouth over the crown . He yelled out in pleasure as she pulled off licking the whole cock gain then cramming her mouth back on him engulfing him . This was her specialty when she made movies and she repeated this several times gazing at him with her doe like grey eyes .

Rising up she smiled , pleased with her work as his pole pointed straight up glistening and throbbing . He reached to take his Batman cowl off but she stopped him .
' No , lets keep anonimous ' . He nodded and reached behind her and unzipped the lower half of her costume . It came away leaving her naked from waist down to her booties . His eyes widened at the sight of the brunette goddess , her slim legs and fine abdomen and her shaven pussy with the tuft of brown hair on top. Taking his hand they moved to her bedroom where she pushed him back and ripped off his trunks so his cock stood upright from his bare groin . He planted his boots on the carpet as Racquel came closer spreading her puffy outer lips .
' Do you like my pussy-cat ' , she asked knowing the answer as she positioned herself over him and eased down slowly impaling her damp cunt on the head letting it slip inside her warmth . They both groaned as she paused relishing the feeling of a cock in her for the first time in many weeks . Raising her delectable ass she eased up then down further taking several inches of his meat . She gripped him like a vice and sighed as he held her tiny waist and helped her move on him . Throwing he head back so her luscious locks flew back she shifted her hips and began to ride him .
' FUCK ', she cried as his cock vanished up her deep , her thighs and butt gliding over his body in long languid moves . She held onto his shoulders pulling him to her and he held out his hands to her boobs under the outfit .
He leaned back loving her hot tight pussy enveloping him and Racquel fell forward resting her hands on the bed either side of his body and clamped her bare thighs to him .
'You like this Batman ? ' , she whispered as she speeded up her moves as she ground herself on him .
' Uh-huh ', he mumbled , he had never fucked such a beauty as she . Looking at her face , still masked he wondered who she was .She arched her small back so her tits pushed up and he became overcome with pure lust at her incredible body and rolled her onto her back . She yelped with surprise as he grabbed her by the ankles and held her legs up high and wide and rammed into her gaping hole .
' Oh Batman , you're so strong , give it to me ! ' , Racquel was enjoying the role play immensely , she hadn't had this much fun in a while . He pumped away , his rigid prick hammering her soft cunt , his hips like a piston . She was mashed back on the bed , helpless under his relentless attacks . He lifted the top of her costume up to her neck exposing those two firm melons with the large nipples and he sucked on them like a wild animal . She pushed her head back into the pillows loving his wet mouth on her breasts and wrapped her long legs around his waist pulling him in her even deeper .
' Don't stop , don't stop , don't stop ' , she cried over and over as she neared her orgasm . He plowed into her even faster sending her wild , she loved him rifling in and out of her then she came , jerking in big spasms . She held him tight with arms and legs as her juices seeped out of her sopping cunt and she whimpered softly . He withdrew slightly and she dribbled a little then he entered her with a big thrust and blew his load inside her . His cock spewed out his cream and he felt immense tingling as it filled her pussy . Withdrawing he saw her leak out so the white seed ran down her ass crack . He knelt and sweat stained his costume as he looked down at the glowing girl . Her mask had slipped , and he saw that he had just fucked Racquel Darrian . Stretching out , her arms going behind her head on the pillow she smiled contently .
' This cat needs a cat-nap , then we 'll have round two , do you have a Superman costume ? ' .

END

[keats]

Out of respect for the lovely Miss October’s wishes, the gamblers did not smoke during the intense high stakes game. The hotel management had provided a well stocked bar and Hope was expected to serve but the men were playing for serious enough money, the kind of money that could make or break a small business so there wasn’t much drinking either. All eyes were on the cards and all Hope had to do was sit back and watch the game after dealing the cards. To be honest, Hope Olson, dressed in a red satin bustier with black lace trim, felt like she was there for eye candy and these boys weren’t even buying.

The publisher of Pl*yb*y himself had told her how to dress when he had asked her to be hostess for this game. The bustier was the kind of minimal garment an entertainer would wear in a swank gambling house in old time Chicago, tightly cinched around her hour-glass waist, bare arms, bare shoulders, the garment barely rising up to cover her magnificent breasts. The red bustier pulled in her waist and pushed her breasts upward so all but the underneath slope showed, the nipples
teasing out temptingly. The red panties were more a whisper of satin, more the slightest idea of panties than an actual garment. Garters stretched down to hold the sheer, black hose in place, and her feet were shod in red stiletto
heels. And that was all she wore.

The creamy glow of her cleavage seemed raise the heat in the room as she breathed softly. Red satin garter belt, red satin, panties, black sheer silk stockings all came together to complete the image and boggle the minds of most red blooded humans but the young card players stayed focused on poker.

She dealt the first hand, fanning out the cards and giving the players a sultry look as cards flew around the table. Apparently, only because the girl looked so sensational this way, the table was a perfect mirror so Hope’s reflection was a duplicate of the double image on the playing cards. The challenges of playing poker on a mirrored tabled mattered not a whit to the players and they remained fixed on the game even when the cards were stacked against the multiple pleasures of the Pl*ym*te sitting with them. The suite, in fact, was lavish with mirrors on every wall; Hope knew, without looking, that mirrors would be on the ceiling of the bedroom through the closed door.

Hope seemed more distracted by the mirrors than the players were. Everywhere she looked she could see herself in her scanty outfit and surrounded by intense masculinity. If she let herself think about she would have been nervous to be there. She was there because these members of the Kappa Omicron Xi fraternity, KOX, the Cocksmen were owed a favor by the publisher of Pl*yb*y. The publisher, decades after his school days, was still loyal to his frat brothers, and the cronies from the old days still came around the Mansion, and so did the new young fraternity brothers and even served at parties and functions. Hence the favor, hence the beautiful Miss October’s presence at the card game.

Hope didn’t mind; she thrived on the thick aura of masculine intensity in the room and she enjoyed her own bemusement over her futile efforts at flirting with the men even as they hunkered down with their cards. It was an evening’s entertainment for both the Pl*ym*te and her fans.

Outside a church bell counted off the hours. One of the Cocksmen nodded, as if signaling. Somebody called for a break, and somebody put on some music, somebody suggested that Hope dance, and with an agreeable shrug she complied.

Smooth jazz flowed out of the speaker and Hope’s dance was a simple undulation of every one of her body parts in time to the music; she mentally circumscribed a small circle and her tiny feet stayed within it. Her lithe arms flowed in the air with grace and sophistication, her narrow fingers posed in perfect balance. The rhythmic pulse of her limbs caused the pushed up plush feast of her exposed cleavage to quiver so that the nipples her in constant danger of being revealed. She moved softly but completely, her body one with the music. The effect was incredibly erotic; seeing her in the tiny tight bustier seemed more than twice as stimulating as watching her utterly naked might have been. Once she began to dance the effect was increased by a factor of five.

When Hope began to dance she seemed to disengage with the laws of anatomy and physics. Silver-toned jazz was pouring out of the speakers but this was the Seventies and luscious Hope had a repertoire of rippling disco moves. She stirred in her tiny circle as though she were moving in a vast universe; her body shuffled and flexed as her imagination dictated and with no regard to gravity or anything else, and yet what resulted was a sinuous, erotic dance that could give an erection to a corpse.
Bottle what she had, sell it as a cure for erectile dysfunction, and you'd become an instant millionaire.

Hope’s dance was an expression of herself and her feelings. There was a hint of chaos to it, and also a remnant of her former innocent farm girl life. At the same time it was a tightly controlled expression of lust, a demonstration of her primal urges that had been encouraged to grow during her experiences with Pl*yb*y, and an offer that was impossible for certain parts of a man’s body to refuse.

By the end of the first song the card players found themselves agitated and aroused. She ended the first song completely still, her hair shrouding her face and upper body. Another slow song followed. Her voice crept out from behind her hair, slightly muted.

“Oooooh.”

The men groaned in accord.

“Oh, I like this song.” She said it to herself, completely oblivious the effect she was having.

The room began to reverberate with the music of Barry White; driven by the deep, insistent, bass beat Hope offered all that she was, would be, and could be to the song. Her dancing body made it clear, to everybody watching, that what she offered was everything she had and was. At the moment they realized that the offer was for real in the writhing of her dance.

As the music faded into silence, Hope folded herself over like a flower folding in its petals for the night. Her end position had her bent over double, grasping her own ankles, with her legs slightly spread.

“Jesus,” one of the men said, clicking off the radio. “We’d better get back to cards.”

Hope blithely strolled back to her seat, gently wiping little beads of sweat from her brow. She sat and let the mirrored table drink up her image and she smiled at each player as if to wish him luck.

The cards flew around the table and so did the chips and when all the betting was done all the men rose and saluted her like gentlemen. The big loser had to stay behind and pay off the hotel. He shrugged and winked at Hope as the last player left.

He closed the door and latched it. “I guess I was really lucky tonight,” he chuckled.

Hope raised an eyebrow to express her doubt. The gracefully soft features of Hope’s all American farm girl face, even with the glamorous hairdo and makeup, was always sensual and promising but when she raised an eyebrow she could have stopped traffic or express trains or armies marching to war.

He understood the question in her eyes. A guy who just lost several thousands of dollars to his buddies could not be considered lucky. “Oh I didn’t mind losing the cash. I’m actually a good player. I’ll win it back, with a dividend too. But I decided to lose tonight.”

Again her eye flashed a question. She was sitting still close to the mirrored table’s edge so she was a perfect double image like a playing card. Her skin glowed in the soft light and slightly wild curls of her corn silk hair shimmered as she breathed gently.

“Come on,” he chuckled. “You get it. The loser shuts down the place. The rules are strict.”

“The rules are strict,” Hope agreed, uncertain in her own mind as to why she even opened her mouth.

She regarded him, not intending to look as smoldering as she did. He went further with his explanation. “I don’t need to give the hotel the key until the morning. You see?”

Hope’s face went blank.” “You’re spending the night here?”

“Now you get it. “ He was busying himself putting the chain on the door.

“What are you doing? A driver is waiting downstairs to take me back to the Mansion.”

He shrugged and crossed to the house phone. Hope stared blankly as he canceled the car. “Now what?” she said softly as the phone dropped into its cradle.

“Don't be so modest.”

“I don’t think I like where this is going.”

“It's going to be a long night.”

“I see.” Hope arched her brows doubtfully. She saw where this was going but she wasn’t ready to give in.

He gestured with his hands, arms down and palms out. “I don't particularly like the book I’ve started. You know what I mean?”

“Let me think. I know exactly what you mean.” Her sparked with a hint of amusement, or was it anger?

“I’m going to ball you all night.”

Her mouth formed a slight O; it grew from the middle of her lips and spread out slowly. She had expected this but the bluntness and the expediency surprised her; she had anticipated a bit more waltzing around with innuendo. She lowered her eyes a bit and looked at him doubtfully. “You think so?” she said and she felt a chill down her spine.

“Sure. I told you. I’m lucky. Tell you what. We’ll cut for it.”

“Cut for it?”




“Yeah. High card.”

“High card?”

“Sure, we draw for it. Hard card says I take you and we ball all night.”

“High card you mean.”

“Whatever you say so long as I ball you.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he said flatly but his face was smiling. “The rules are strict.”

“The rules are strict,” she agreed.

“Sure. You got it. Don’t you feel lucky? I’ll draw first. Nine of spades.”

The beautiful Pl*ym*te looked at his card as if calculating the odds on beating it. Her pencil thin, pensive smile returned. “You know I am expected back at the Mansion.”

He shrugged, the gesture saying that the Mansion was quite a distance away. She shrugged too. Everything was quite a distance away except for the nine of spades facing up on the table.

Hope’s fingers lingered for a long moment on the deck; she caressed the beehive design on the back of the top card then let her hand slide to the mirrored surface of the table. She gently lifted her index finger and slowly edged one card from the center of the deck, using her nail to urge it from the pile. He leaned back and grinned, watching her face more than her hand. She looked meditative and calm.

Finally the card slipped out, face down on the table. She stretched her hand over it, pressed down so that it rested in her palm and she raised her arm gracefully and turned her wrist so she could see the face of her destiny. She nodded silently and put the card face down again.

“Hard card,” she said softly. Her whole body seemed to tense in anticipation of what was coming. “Your card…it’s the hard card.”

“I always pay off when I lose,” he said confidently. “The rules are strict.”

“The rules are strict.” Her voice was unsteady.

“What happens now?” she asked softly.

His grin widened. “Told you I was lucky.” He slipped the deck into his pocket without picking up Hope’s losing card. “How ‘bout we get right to it?”

They looked at each other, frankly appraising one another, two warriors about to duel.

He rose and crossed to a comfortable armchair. “Get me a drink,” he said. “I noticed a nice Scotch there.”

Hope sat for a moment, still appraising. She rose slowly and crossed to the bar. Her movements were languid and measured; the grace of a beauty aware of the eyes on her. The cut glass tumbler gleamed as she raised the drink she had poured. She turned to him and lifted the drink as if toasting and she took a small sip. Her eyes were defiant but then she crossed to the chair and sat in his lap as she raised the glass to his lips.

She leaned forward after delicately placing the glass on the mirrored table next to the chair, at the same time carefully balancing herself on his knees.


“Mister,” she said after a long moment, “my name is Hope and I am a female person. You are a male. The laws of physics apply here.”

He nodded, puzzled. “Yes,” he said, “I know. The ratio of your hips to your chest is consistent with femininity. Also, the formation of your voice is not indicative of the presence of …” He waggled he fingers while raising his hand, touching Hope’s throat at the midpoint.

“Adam’s apple,” Hope Olson’s said, after a moment.

“Yes! Exactly. Also the skin, the eyes, the odor of the body, the hands … these are not mathematical observations, by the way. They are qualitative …” He had not removed his fingers. Hope could feel the second one, resting on her neck just to one side of the first. If she leaned backwards, she would feel the third, then the little finger and eventually the palm and the thumb, then the forearm, and then all of him at once.

“Just so that we’re clear,” Hope said. She shifted her weight. His nails grazed her skin.

“We are,” he said. “Quite clear.”

How long they sat there Hope was never sure. At some point, she stretched herself over his torso and dropped her head back while reaching back with her arm and caressing the back of his neck. They began to kiss, and the distance to the Mansion seemed a very long distance indeed.

She dropped her head back, leaning on his shoulder; she dropped her arms and rested her hands on his hips behind her. She watched herself in a floor-length mirror on the wall. She watched his hand glide down her throat and then down the bare flesh of her shoulders then slide inside the top of the tight corset. His greedy fingers engulfed the trembling flesh of her breast. She sighed but then his other hand, without warning was over the gossamer silk of her red panties.

Both hands were hard and punishing, one taunting a ripe and eager nipple, the other using firm fingers to tease through the silk and assault her moist soft sex. Hope attempted to stay ridge and resist. Her arms were tense and her fingers gripped tightly to his hips but the sensual charge of surrender rushing through her soon had her writhing in his lap, her face anguished and twisted in erotic agony. When her face turned to his again the kiss was a brutal combat of bites and snarls and devouring tongues as his one hand worked over her breasts each in turn, ratcheting up the torture with each pinch and twist of nipples and flesh. The fingers of his other hand showed no mercy; they didn’t need to slip into the panties because they drove right through the thin fabric to fuck into her sweetness.

Her orgasm came in a writhing, snarling, snapping spasm, jerking her entire body as she arched and twisted over his lap. All four of her limb flailed in the air and her head spun in fury, her hair whipping over his face. Her mouth roared out with wordless curses and pleas and her eyes blazes with a conflagration of ecstasy and rage that almost melted the mirrors reflecting her bliss.

The orgasm ended as suddenly as it began, like a blow to her head knocking her out. Her body heaved forward and bent in two, her torso draped over his arm around her waist, her limbs limp and dangling, her head down with her hair brushing over her feet.

With the thumb of his free hand he kneaded the back of her neck, slowly bringing the limp and exhausted girl back to reality. “Looks like you’re ahead in the game,” he chuckled when she finally sat up, her lungs still gasping for air. ”But I know how you can even the score. I have a feeling you’re gonna give it your all.”

As he spoke he slid her down to the floor and maneuvered her body so that she was kneeling before him.

Hope loved sucking cock. Loved the throb, the pulse, the control. Loved the happy ending, in her mouth, on her face, anywhere. But the bottomless throb between her legs made her hate the stranger for a second. She watched him happily undo his pants and prepare his cock for her mouth. She was suddenly hungry to face the mirror, slap her hands against the glass, and order the stranger to fuck her from behind as hard and as fast as he could.

But, Hope thought, the rules are strict.

Not believing what she was about to do, Hope wordlessly bent forward, kissed the head of the dick, then let her lips linger along the length of his shaft. She could tell he wanted her to go faster, but he shuddered and rolled his head against the leather seat the second he saw the craven look in her eye.

Hope wrapped her fingers around his cock and flicked at its tip with her tongue, then let her wet flesh fall completely from her mouth as she slowly painted his shaft from the bottom, then back to the top. She gave the man another glance, then turned her full attention to the matter at hand.

She parted her lips, closed them tightly around the tip, then slowly slid to the base, taking his entire length in her mouth.

Her mouth was warm and wet. His cock felt amazing, throbbing inside it. She drew in her breath and let out a whimper, traveling in her mind, imagining eight inches in her mouth for the first time.

The man was moaning; deep, guttural growls escaped his throat as Hope worshipped his cock. Up, down, around; loud, sloppy, sucking, exaggerated sounds inside the otherwise silent cabin.

He let out a cry, then pushed himself deeper into her mouth. Hope gagged, but he pushed her head down anyway. She pulled away, and his cock fell from her mouth.

They locked eyes and he whimpered, then nodded, giving Hope full, silent permission to do it her way. She lowered her head, swallowed him whole, and tried to ignore the river raging at her clit.

Up, down, hard, soft. Hope loved the man’s cock as though it was a god; worshipped it like every man she’d ever had. She felt his balls tighten and body tense, and her instinct pulled her body back.

No, he can’t come in my mouth.

A deep moan of runaway pleasure escaped his lips, pushing Hope past rational thought. She tightened her lips and lowered her mouth as far as it would go, tickling the back of her throat with the cock’s throbbing. She had a half second to register the sharp, sudden pain of her hair being pulled at the root as his first burst of hot, sticky seed hit the back of her throat.

She voiced a low moan and kept sucking, her pussy a bucket.

Her tongue danced the length of his shaft and he shot again and she swallowed until, fully spent, he pulled out, panting for breath. Hope leaned into his lap and licked every drop of the warm seed from the still throbbing cock.

”That was the best...fucking blowjob of my life,” he breathed. He stroked her hair.

Hope licked her lips, smiling, then said, ”I’ve never had a complaint.” She rose gracefully, her body in the pose of a victorious gladiator. “I need a drink.” She walked to the bar, her head high. A small riot of Scotch was swirled in her mouth and she watched him in the mirror as he buckled himself up. Everything was ritual. Her eyes glowed expectantly. Then she turned to the card still on the table; she walked to it and her hand hesitated over it, as if she wanted to turn it over.

He circled around the table and she turned as he approached. Face to face with his prize he backed her to the edge of the mirrored surface then lifted her until she rested her bottom on the glass.

He fondled her breasts and caressed over her silk red panties and his hands greedily searched her garment for a zipper or some buttons. Hope sighed in surrender and wriggled in his arms until she was facing the table again, her back to him. She could see herself in the mirrored surface as she rested her palms on the glass. She caught his eye and sighed again. “The ribbons,” she whispered.

The red and black bustier was designed to look sexy and it looked incredibly sexy on Hope’s curvaceous body. But it was designed too for the slow seduction and an easy lugubrious peeling away.

Hope was alert and afraid, excited. He was fierce and determined, hungry.

He worked the ribbons, slowly puzzling out the complex web of closures and ties. His groin was pressed close to her juicy bottom and her hips were never still. As each ribbon came undone Hope’s chest felt another bit of pressure slide away; the bodice was slowly relaxing its grip on her body and this slow liberation caused her ass to rotate in an erotic dance over his cock. It was almost as if she were taking its measurements, her bottom probing his length and width and weight in preparation for the glorious moment when it lunged into her depths.

Hope rested her arms, elbows and palms, flat on the surface of the mirror. Her breasts, as the bodice loosened, began to ease out of their cups; the hint of soft pink round areolae peeked over the edge of the red and black satin, then the thick pink firm shape of a nipple. Her head arced back; he was still slowly, too slowly for the girl’s passion, deliciously leisurely, untying the ribbons to strip her bare. He couldn’t resist bending closer to her beautifully angelic face, his cheek nuzzling in her hair as he kissed her, a hard rough kiss. His tongue, raping her mouth, warned her of the brutal pounding her lithe and lovely body was about to endure.

Suddenly the back of the bodice sighed in a soft rustle of satin and slid away from her luminous skin. The flesh of her naked shoulders and back glowed in sensual warmth. Still kissing her he used one hand to shove the bodice down her hips and legs; her skin sighed under the sheen of the silk stockings being peeled off along with the bodice. Her feet fluttered for a moment and the sexy garments slid to the floor. His other hand took possession of her now naked breasts. He watched his fingers in the mirrored table as they dug into the soft succulent flesh and he watched the pain in her eyes as his fingers did cruel things to her nipples. She arched her back and screamed into ceiling.

He released her nipples and her head dropped. She rested her torso on her forearms and he pressed a palm in the base of her spine, pinning her in place. His free hand made short work of the flimsy satin panties and his fingers pressed between her thighs, probing her depths to claim all her sweetness.

The girl throbbed with pleasure and her spine arced against the hand on her back and her mouth formed a sexy O. He watched her pleasure in the mirror and teased her a bit more before he stepped away. “I bet you suck my cock again.”

“I…Oh God,” she said softly. Her eyes blazed resistance but her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he said confidently.

He sat back in the chair. As he did so she smoothly slid from the table to land on her knees. She pivoted to face him and leaned over. His gaze shifted down as she closed in on him. He watched her; not believing his eyes, he watched the beautiful naked Pl*ym*te unbutton his pants using nothing but her teeth; her mouth was nimble and she took her time; the first blowjob was the overture and now it was time for the big show. The skill she used to undo the button boggled the mind and foreshadowed the rich erotic experience to come and her soft warm breath helped drive him to distraction. When the button came undone she used her mouth to grasp his zipper tab between her front teeth and draw it down, seemingly impossible but impossibly sensual. While he was distracted by the actions of her teeth he hadn't noticed her fiddling with his shoes. Now she slid them both off, grasped the legs of his pants and began a slow steady tug. After the display of proficiency with her mouth the sensation of a gorgeously naked Pl*ym*te de-pantsing him almost made steam come out of his ears. It only took him a moment to realize that he'd need to help her at this point before he lifted his butt to free the slacks. As soon as he did, they slid smoothly down his legs and she removed them.

Hope leaned in with her teeth once more; they nibbled enticingly into his belly for a moment then took hold of the elastic of his boxer briefs, drawing down the front far enough to get to his cock. She didn't have to move the fabric very far since the sight of her in all her nude glory, followed by her rather erotic means of opening his pants had him as hard as he could ever remember being.

She began by licking his cock head, slowly and gently at first. Licking it with long, wet strokes of her nimble tongue, she swirled her tongue around his head and under its bottom edges then began to work her way down. When she ran into his underwear again, her tongue snaked under the edge of the fabric to lick a little bit more of the hot throbbing flesh. She finally gave in, reached up and slowly drew his shorts down. Her tongue swirled its way down the shaft, paying attention to each new section revealed as his underwear slid lower and lower. Finally his briefs were down, his manhood fully revealed. She quickly slid his shorts off to join his pants in a pile on the floor.

She smiled a huge smile, a mixture of eagerness and uncertainty, and she leaned her head into his lap once again. This time her lips pursed together and she kissed the top of his cock. The tip of her tongue slid into the slit at the very end, sliding back and forth as though she were French kissing it. She relaxed the pressure of her lips and slowly and lovingly slid him into her mouth. At first she only took him head deep. She ran her tongue around it, teasing the sensitive skin of his shaft just under the rim formed where the head stopped and the shaft began. She withdrew her mouth and gazed into his face: “Fast or slow?”

There are two basic ways to give head: quick and fast to get the man off as quickly as possible, or long and slow to torture the man with pleasure. A great blowjob can be judged by either how quickly the mouth can get you off or how much pleasure the mouth can give you in the process.

“Fast or slow?” she repeated huskily and her lusty gaze made her intention clear.

“Damn. It’s got to be Lady’s Choice. The rules are clear,” he answered.

Her eyes widened and her lips spread into a wicked smile. She took her time deciding. She licked her lips and smiled sweetly and returned her attention to his cock.

She took the hot steel rod and quenched it with her tongue, then -obedient to the requirements of the instruction manual inside her head– fit it between her lips and cooled it with her soft moist mouth. There was a brief, high sound, like a chime as her excited burst out in a squeal around the shaft and then her head settled into the mechanism of giving him glorious head. She hesitated not one bit.

This time she slid her mouth straight down his pulsing shaft, gulping it down about half way. Her hand slid up to the base, encircling it and gently applying pressure. She
began to move her fingers up and down slowly, bobbing her mouth in time with her hand. She varied the pressure of her fingers and her lips, keeping them synchronized for a few minutes then contrasting the two; one moment her fingers applied firm pressure while he could barely feel her lips in contact with his cock and then the pressure would slip to her lips and her fingers became soft teasing feathers.

After a while he began to squirm a bit. The feelings were intense and dangerously overwhelming.

She let him struggle for a few minutes and then switched styles again. Removing her hand from the base of his cock, she slid it down the shaft and onto his scrotum; she fondled his testicles through the outer skin as her mouth began to slide farther and farther down his cock. Within a minute, she was taking
the head deep into her throat. And then she swallowed. He let out a groan of pleasure. Sliding back up his cock, she began to hum lightly, just a long 'Mmmmm' sound, as though she were savoring a delicious flavor. As she buried his shaft in her throat once more she continued the hum and he let out yet another groan. She swallowed more and more, so much so that she had to stop humming for a moment but began once again as soon as she physically could.

His head was spinning. A naked Pl*ym*te was swallowing his cock! When she hummed, he could feel her throat rippling along the skin of his shaft causing a sensation that was entirely new, and incredibly erotic, to him.

Her hand continued to stroke and play with the sensitive skin on his scrotum. Very light pinches and a hint of fingernail applied to the skin brought reactions all out of proportion to the effort involved. Her favorite so far in this encounter was when she had him buried in her throat, swallowing several times in succession. While she did that she drew her fingernails lightly over the entire length of his shaft, ending with her fingernails against her own lip.

He began to squirm again; he desperately wanted to come but she seemed to notice whenever he started to get close he’d back off to something nearly as pleasurable. She raised herself to take the head of his cock out of her throat and lavished love with her tongue, swirling it around the base of his cock. Pretty soon, if she wasn't mistaken, she'd need to use her next trick to keep him in her thrall. Preparing for that she removed her hand from his shaft and lowered both hands to his calves. Most men would tense up right before coming; if you massaged them just as they were tensing up, it would delay their orgasm and most of them would never notice or know why.

He noticed her hands move to his legs. His calves were tensed and she started to loosen them. As she did so, she bobbed her head once more to bury the head of his cock in her throat. He was sure that he was about to let go with a massive wave of ecstasy but as she swallowed around his shaft he simply let out another groan. He didn't understand, he'd always known when he was about to come and this was the third time he'd been wrong in the past five minutes.

Her determined hands moved along the muscles of his calves, loosening them over and over as they tried to tense back up. She slid her head back up so that his cock was only in her mouth
and not in her throat. As she did so she gave her head a slight twist. In addition to pushing the head of his cock into the side of her mouth, her soft hair came sweeping out from behind her back, brushing his inner thighs. She was almost ready to let him explode; she had just been hoping that he'd tell her to make him come first but she thought that she had demonstrated
her skills sufficiently.

He felt a feathery stroking along the inside of his thighs and along his shaft. With her mouth around his cock and her hands on his calves his mind couldn't possibly grasp the reality of a beautiful Pl*ym*te on her knees and worshiping him. She sucked some more, making gleeful sounds as she slurped. It was the final straw though, he desperately wanted to open his eyes and look but he was so keyed up that he couldn't get his eyes to open.

“I gotta come!” he cried out.

It wasn't a command but she figured it was close enough. She took her hands from his calves, grabbing her own hair and firmly stroking her locks over his shaft and inner thighs again. At the same time she bobbed her head down to take his cock fully into her throat one last time. This time, she was careful to get her breasts rubbing against his leg. She twisted her chest gently, rubbing her breasts back and forth across his skin as she stroked him with her hair. She swallowed around his cock once more and he erupted in an orgasm that locked every muscle in his body; even his teeth were clenched.

The man growled again, and this time whined as well, and the cock –decoupled, for the moment, from its massive load– shifted slightly in her mouth and white fire burst forth into her.

His ecstasy continued in endless inundation. Meanwhile she continued massaging his pulsing shaft with her throat. Whenever she needed to come up for air she'd bob up for a quick breath, then bury his cock in her throat once more and begin to swallow around it. When he finally finished shooting into her, he collapsed, limp and sated, into the chair. She looked up at him and audaciously slid her way up his body to give him a short, chaste kiss on his lips. His eyes opened in surprise to find them staring into the face of an angelic Pl*ym*te. “God damn!” he shouted in victory. “Damn.”

She ducked her head coyly, her hair swing forward to cover her breasts.

She rose slowly; she pressed a finger to his lips and then sashayed leisurely to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and ran fingers through her hair as she gargled. She shook her head, clearing her mind and came out, posing fetchingly in the doorway before strolling back and sitting on the mirrored table. The glass felt cool on her naked bottom.

The rules are strict.

He knew the rules. His erection had come back full force and as he strode forward he grasped her about the hips, aimed himself roughly at her, and prepared to penetrate her forcefully.

Then, with twenty seconds to impact and both hands mauling over her naked flesh, he watched the flower of her sweet sex loom closer and closer, and knew that for the first time in his life he was going to fuck a goddess. In a heartbeat, half a heartbeat, his cock would test itself against her erotic glory. The skill of the Cocksmen of days gone –Hugh Hefner’s Cocksmen- would be set against the immutable physics of collision. If the sweet girl could survive the impact intact, the explosion would be vast – but its vastness would be absolutely substantial to the man drilling into her delicious body. This was why it was called banging.

In his chest, a golden cauldron of sheer excitement, like whisky in the soul. He grinned at Miss October, saw an answering smile of anticipation and sheer delight.

Hell, yeah.

The cock huge in front of her, seems to be roaring to be embraced by the love goddess like a gloved fist—

Impact.

Silence made from thunder.

A moment of absolute stillness, the smallest humanly perceptible division of time.

She was slammed against the man’s torso and thought she must surely be shaken apart. She could see the ceiling, then the sky. Her body would tighten, and then explode. She could not possibly survive. She found that she had no regrets, or perhaps she had no time to summon them.

But the Love Goddess’ maker knew his purpose: what he was tasked to build was not just a pretty girl for pictures. It was a vessel of absolute sex, to withstand life’s dazzling forces and torsions. The cock would not function without its goddess, and so the goddess must be loved.

Hope let out a gasp of pleasure and tried to drive herself back onto him. She didn't quite have the leverage for it though and the only thing that kept her from falling was his grasp on her hips. He had managed to shove his cock halfway into her in that first thrust and was now trying to get deeper with limited success. He stood several inches over six feet and was very broad, his cock was sized proportionately to the rest of him and was slightly longer, and
much bigger around, than average. As he struggled to penetrate her deeply she began to undulate beneath him. Her movements helped him manage to impale more intensely but he soon found himself stymied.

“Fuck,” he snarled viciously.

The position she was in had her pussy drawn tight and there was simply no room to maneuver. At the low point of each undulation he could manage to slide in a touch farther but unless he took those opportunities at the low point to withdraw some he simply couldn't thrust in and out of her.

Hope took the problem into her own hands and he began to feel her muscles clenching against his cock inside of her. Rhythmically they
clenched against him over and over, encouraging his cock to maintain its erection and drive in more thrusts. He gave in, pulled his shaft out of her, and lifted her off the table. He was easily strong enough to lift her up, spin her around, and lay her back down on the table, face up, legs spread, with both of her arms pinned above her head by a single one of his own. A gleeful grin was evident on her face once he could see it.

“Oh yeah,” he snarled.

“Oh god,” she prayed.

He didn't observe any niceties. Once he had her laid out he penetrated her again, his thick cock spreading her as he thrust into her. He was leaning against the edge of the table, pounding away on her almost immediately once he was inside of her. In this position she was much looser and he could get a good thrust. When he thrust all the way inside of her he could feel himself lightly brushing against something with the head of his shaft. His free hand went to her proud breasts; her nipples were fully erect now and his fingers found them. They
Abused the long, hard nubs, pulling and twisting, pinching and squeezing. Through it all Hope simply seemed to be getting more and more turned on.

The cock cut through the writhing and bucking girl, smashing with concrete, brick, stone and mortar. Their bodies moved together, slotting into one another so that their combined kinetic energy was passed along the nerves of the cock to the head in a great heave. The savage rod thick and solid, the stress of the impact rebounded through interlocking mouths and limbs, was dispersed as heat and deafening noise. Tears flowed and arms and legs thrashed in fury. The Pl*ym*te shrieked. The great pressure drew out sobs and moans.

But she held. Her body drank him all in. Of course, she held. This was what she was made for.

His cock did something strange to Hope, something odd and clever and very terrible. She was shaking, but not like a girl who was cold or tired or afraid. She was shaking as if her muscles were coming away from her bones, and her skin had a strange, ethereal look, as if the molecules of her body were about to burst.

“Come inside me,” Hope wanted to say. Her eyes were searching, but not finding, and he realized that she could not see.

Hope tried to speak, and then screamed again, and this time when she arched her back she crackled, as if her bones are breaking. What miracle would his engine pull? Ecstasy has many faces, each mouth whispered to the helpless girl in different ways. Hope was gone, her consciousness flew to all directions. Whose hand held the knife? Him, of course. Always him. Bastard. She shuddered, and he felt something move inside the girl’s glorious body, something which a profound instinct told him should stay in one place. Hope was there, fixed to the spot like it was the center of the universe, her consciousness which a moment ago flew all directions now focused on a single atom. Whose hand held the weapon? Hope, of course. Always Hope. Angel. He shuddered, and Hope felt something move inside the man’s body, something which a profound instinct told her should stay in one place.
Something inside her was burning. Abruptly, he stopped pounding, because there was nothing left to do. There multitudes of Hopes, in his arms, impaled on his cock, reflected in the mirror, searing into his eyeballs, writhing in agonizing ecstasy, pleading for mercy, demanding more, more, more of him inside her. Some of her were moaning softly. Some were unconscious. Many were bucking and thrashing with lust. Suddenly all the multitudes of Hope fell silent, not surrendering but rather giving all that feminine energy to the single purpose of sex. She writhed against him, encouraging him to pound her with more brutal thrusts.

It had not occurred to him that he might win this fight. Winning by unleashing himself, surrendering everything inside him to her, letting his manhood and strength flood down his shaft and gush into the sweet tightness of her delicate femininity. He had not realized that you could win by just doing the worst things you could possibly imagine, one after another, until your enemies fell over. There was even a sort of cycle to it, like a very dangerous, very angry clock: grab, rake, gouge; twist, pummel, drop. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. He fucked into her like a mad man; Hope exploded over and over; the colors spread out from her, into the world.

She managed not to burst into tears, but it was a close thing. He was struggling too as she conquered him with her softness. It began in his chest as heart-attack tightness, then unraveled immediately in all directions like an electric shock. Throbbing through his cock it passed onto Hope as the shaft pumped deep into her. When it reached her fingertips and toes it bounced, and her eyes flew open very wide. She could see now, quite clearly. The strange monochrome of his vision had receded, given way to sharp, vibrant colors. She was glowing from within like Jack O’Lantern. The bounce reached her stomach and there was a weird instant of calm before she could put a name to what was happening, and when she did it seemed insufficient to the thing itself. Rage. Not like a red mist or a thunderstorm, it was like a weight lifted from her being and a clear light fell across the world. Her exhaustion felt like a great, dark lake on which she floated and which would shortly drown her. And yet, at the same time, as she slipped gratefully into the best of all surrenders for a few minutes, for an hour, for however long until her next climax, she heard a part of herself –aloud or not, she did not know– asking a question.

Why am I always the one surrendering?

The whole numinous vision was … well. Not otherworldly. It was quite simple, just brilliantly executed. A three-dimensional magic-lantern show. Holograms without lasers. Exactly what you’d expect from the kind of genius who builds a truth machine in the shape of Hope Olson, Pl*ym*te of the Month, Miss October, sex goddess.

Hope’s previous silence was now broken by gasps, moans, and quickened breath.

“Oh,” she said, after a moment. “Oh! Oh, my.” Long nails scratced lightly over his back, tracing the line of old scars. “Oh, my …” Her breath caught in her chest.

It seemed that the rougher he got with her, the more turned on she became. He came to himself a little. This was a side that he didn't normally like to let out, and stopped abusing her breasts. His hand slid down her taut stomach and came to rest on the top of her clit hood. He began to move his index finger in small circles, putting firm pressure on the skin beneath. Once again Hope responded, she immediately became
wetter, stickier, softer, tighter, warmer, more loving with his cock. When his middle finger slid back the hood of skin and his index finger shifted to direct contact with her clitoris, she began to buck and writhe beneath him. Her sweet muscles clamped down on him tightly, trying to interfere with the movement of his cock. She herself had fed and stoked this fierce thing inside her and he continued to force his way in and out of her. Hope had a look of ecstasy on her face but had her lips, white from the pressure, clamped shut hard.

He was in a playful mood now, having drawn himself back from the
edge of his darker desires. He leaned forward, pressed his lips against hers, and tried to force his tongue into her mouth. Her lips released their pressure but as his tongue began to enter her she screamed with pleasure, directly into his mouth. He pressed his lips firmly against hers to mute the scream and explored her mouth with his tongue. Little whimpers and gasps escaped from their tightly sealed lips, spurring him on to more experimentation. She was wonderfully responsive and if she happened to be a screamer? Well, the noise was a real turn on.

He finally broke off the kiss and leaned back up. Throughout the entire thing he kept pumping away at her lusciousness. Hope was all liquid now and that allowed him to both pick up speed and go as deeply as he wanted to. He kept slamming away at her, lost in a haze of lust and need.

Her eyes rolled as they teared up with ecstasy; finally they rested on him. As he slowly came into focus in Miss October’s moist gaze, Hope’s face registered an exquisite mix of affection, solicitude and pain, and a sense of sweet submission from the girl who could never be tamed. She breathed in, out, in, out, and contemplated her soul.

Hope kept coming on and off, over and over. Her response to each new orgasm was to thrust her hips upwards so he could pound her harder. After the last one she'd actually managed a few intelligible words: “Oh yes, this is so good!”

He was in a zone, like Dr. Jeckle turning into Mr. Hyde. Sex crazed, he was suddenly lucid in his lust. He could declaim about his desire in paragraphs now; he was all powerful.

“Anything you want,” she said, almost breathless in her submission.

“You don't really want me to let go, do you?” he said, his voice a vicious snarl.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her body weak with surrender.

He lost it. He pulled his cock out of her softness and used his free hand to lift her ass off of the table. Deciding that one hand wasn't going to do it, he let go of her arms and roughly barked, “Don't you dare move those arms from where I've been holding them!”

With both hands free, he grabbed her ass cheeks, the feel of her deliciously tight bottom in his hands stoked his raging lust. He was a superman and nothing would placate him now. He roughly spread the two orbs apart, pulling her open slightly in the process. He leaned his cock in, centered it on the small rosy spot, and thrust forward hard. A gasp of pleasure ripped from Hope’s throat as he continued to push. His dick was well lubricated from Hope’s juices and it slid almost all the way in as he continued to push. Letting go of her ass, he grabbed her waist and started pumping away, trying to get the last little bit of his cock buried inside her bottom. When he felt his groin bumping into her ass cheeks, he let go of her waist to reach down and spread her wide once more.

He gave another brutal thrust and Hope cried with the utter abandon of an infant or a wild banshee; her screams ranged from inhuman, guttural animal depths to shrill, ear-piercing heights, all in one breath.

While he had those sweet orbs spread he thrust as hard as he could, getting his cock as deep in her ass as was physically possible. Hope was orgasming again, the only sounds coming out of her mouth were tiny little mews of pleasure.
He reached up and, this time, used both hands to maul her breasts. Hope responded again, writhing beneath him. He groped and grabbed, slapped and squeezed, and finally reached over to
her nipples, grasping them firmly and pulling. A gasp escaped Hope’s throat as he mauled her. He could see her delicious flesh enslaved by his hands and the sight of it turned him on beyond any point he had ever reached before. He released her nipples and watched her sigh with relief so he couldn’t resist grasping them again to repeat the performance. Over and over he abused her nipples. Meanwhile Hope was panting and gasping, obviously in pain, and obviously in ecstacy. All throughout the process his cock kept slamming in and out of her ass, pounding away at a mile a minute. Finally he stopped playing with her nipples. He leaned in and fiercely pressed his lips against hers. Pressing hard, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He teased her tongue over and over until it followed his own back into his mouth at which point he clamped his lips on
her tongue and trapped it with suction. Drawing back put pressure on the sweet pink flesh and she began to moan in a hum pitched higher and higher with each of his strokes. Finally she exploded beneath him. A massive orgasm overtook her and her body convulsed over and over. The convulsion included her ass and it tightly clenched down on his cock repeatedly. He knew he was going to
come soon and he released her tongue so he could taunt her,
“The rules are strict. You belong to me now; lock, stock, and body. And I am going to fuck you all night.”

He finished his little speech with a harder than normal thrust into her ass that pushed him over the edge. His cock swelled and swelled, exploding into her ass with a geyser of lust. He kept pumping away at her as he came, knowing that it would let him keep his erection longer and let him keep fucking her ass for that tiny little extra fraction of time. Finally he was spent and slid out of her ass. He collapsed on the floor at the foot of the table; he was spent.

Her climax was like thunderstorms. It blew against the wind, terrified her, cleansed her soul. Torrential rain and burning winds made landfall on the wreck of her helpless body. The center of the typhoon swirled in her depths and she thrashed and surged with the force of crashing waves. She kicked and wailed and screamed. Her climax emptied her of all emotions, memories; pain and pleasure fused into one and the typhoon inside her surged again. Her undulating and flailing body shook the table and as she jiggled on the surface the losing card slid to the floor face up.

She blushed as they both read the jack of clubs.

[80child]

note - for those who remember Gerry Andersons icons . This is a fun parody , no monetary profit has been made .
Adele Stephens as Lady Penelope

Scott arrived at Creighton-Ward Manor right on time . He drove up to the main entrance of the multi roomed mansion and parked his 2 seater vintage red Corvette next to the pink 6 wheeled Rolls Royce car . The eldest of the Tracy brothers , who together , formed the famed International Rescue team of do gooders . He was ushered into the library by trusted butler Parker where he found his host , Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward , drinking from a bone china cup .
' Scott welcome ' , said the stylish strawberry blonde standing up , and motioned for him to sit . ' Tea ' ? .
He nodded and gazed at her slim figure with the soft blue eyes . She stood nearly 6 feet tall in her heels , dressed in a long sleeve 2 piece pink trouser suit . The jacket with 3 large buttons down the front barely restrained her ample 34 DD breasts and the silk fabric lifted up from the tight trousers that gave her a cameltoe and made her cute butt cleave into 2 perfect rounded cheeks .
Sitting opposite him she crossed her slender legs and poured him a cup from the teapot .
' So glad you could make it , I seldom have company these days since I became your London special agent ' .
' Happy to be here my Lady , everyone sends their best '. She brushed a lock of golden hair from her face and he noticed her long elegant neck , a pearl necklace around it .
' Please , call me Penny ' , she smiled at him with white teeth , she hadn't really given Scott much attention in the past , his father had been her closer friend , although he was twice her age . Now she admired his square jaw and dark brown eyes , obviously fit , his broad shoulders filled out his casual suit .
After some small talk she decided to show off her stately home , he followed her from one room to the next , all the while not taking his eyes from her sexy body . Her hips swayed as she walked and her buttocks rose and fell in turn under the trousers . He felt his cock stir and wondered if she was aware of his growing hard on .
' And here we are , the master bedroom , do you like it ? ' . He saw the enormous 4 poster bed with satin sheets and nodded silently . Lady Penelope drew nearer to him and placed a delicate hand on his shoulder . She licked her crimson lips and looked deep into his eyes . Her expensive perfume filled his nostrils .
' Oh Scott , you don't know how borrrrrrrred I am in this big house all by myself ' . She brought her mouth to his , paused , then kissed him hard taking him by surprise . They hugged and engaged in a French kiss as she frantically unbuttoned his shirt .
' PP.. Penny , what ? ' . He murmured as she bowed her head and spreading his shirt open to reveal his broad chest . Then she dragged his jacket off his arms and pressed herself to him . Feeling his large bulge against her thigh through his trousers she whispered ,
' Is that Thunderbird One , or are you just pleased to see me ? ' .
He gripped her pert butt in a firm grip and kissed her back .
' That's nice ' , she purred in his mouth as she ran her long nails across his body feeling the hard flesh . Breaking from her he dropped his trousers followed by the underpants so his aching 8 inch cock sprang out and up . Penelope looked at it impressed at the thickness of it and the mushroom sized crown .
' Why Scott , I had NO idea ' , she exclaimed . Now feeling bold Scott reached to her jacket and tore it open in one quick move , the buttons flying off . Her enormous natural boobs flopped out onto her chest .
' Well Penny I had NO idea either ' . He held her big melons in both hands , they felt firm but soft at the same time , and he massaged them eagerly . She held his big weapon tight , gently feeling its shaft , as he snaked a hand around her slender back and pulled on the zipper of her trousers and peeled them off her toned thighs down to her high heeled gold shoes . She stepped out and there she stood naked ,no underwear as it spoiled the line of the suit . Stepping slightly back she put her left hand on her hip , legs parted so he saw her fine blonde pubic hair between her upper thighs . Her mound of Venus clear under the almost transparent pubes .

They moved to the bed urgently , both very aroused , and Penelope rolled onto her back raising her left shoe on the edge , the stiletto heel digging into the sheet , and giving Scott a wonderful view of her pink insides . He laughed knowing that pink was her favourite colour .
' Lick my pussy , please ? its been so long since I had a man ' . She looked at him with her big blue eyes wide as he came to her and kissed her flat stomach . She felt her heart pound as he nuzzled her inner thighs before burying his face in her hot snatch . She parted her legs gladly as he gripped her ass and used his tongue on her clitoris . Purring like a kitten she writhed in delight as Scott put 2 fingers inside her damp pussy as he flicked the hard clit side to side .
' That's simply maarrrrrvelous ' , she cooed in her plummy Rodean accent . The Aristocratic beauty held his head in her hand pressing to her as he sent waves of pleasure coursing through her . Her head thrashed on the plump pillows as she neared her orgasm , then her hips shifted , her spine tensed and she came , squirting her love juice out over his face .

Sitting up, her face flushed , she pressed his muscled chest and pushed him back to the bed , his big cock sticking up large on his belly .
' Your turn darling', she said and took his long pole in her right hand and stroked it slowly . He looked at her , not believing Lady Penelope was such a stunning piece of ass . Her long tresses fell across her globes as she lowered her mouth to the swolled head and enveloped it breathing in at the same time so it was like a vacuum round him .
' FUCK ' , he yelled as she continued to suck him , her head bobbing on over half his entire length . Her saliva wetting him so much it ran down to his balls . She used her slender hands to caress his thighs and blew him just using her head to move up and down . She popped of him with a smacking sound making him groan aloud , then he stared at her , his mouth gaping open as she put his stiff rod between her generous cleavage and pushed her boobs together around it and rubbed them up and down .
He leaned up and watched in awe as she flicked out her tongue like a snake every time his cockhead emerged .
' Penny , you witch , where did you learn that ! I..I..I'm gonna , gonna ' .
'NO , not yet darling ' , she stopped abruptly and squeezed the base of his prick making him relax momentarily .
' I want this big Thunderbird in me , pronto ! ' .

to be continued...

[80child]

Lady Penelope walked to the night stand and took her expensive lubricant and came to the edge of the 4 poster bed where Scott Tracy sat holding his twitching 8 inches of meat in his fist . He watched her as she parted her outer lips and applied the lube up inside her pussy in preparation for him . She lifted her left leg and planted her heeled shoe on the bed beside the young man and with her middle digit in up to the knuckle looked at him with her soft blue eyes . With her left hand on the bed poster she frigged herself fast .
' Are you ready Scott ? ' , she asked .
' You' re F.A.B.' , he answered using the International Rescue call sign .
' F.AB. ? , She raised a brow .
' Yes , you're Fucking Awesome Baby ' . She laughed and planted her left heel in the thick carpet beside his right thigh , then arced her right over him so she was poised over his upright prick . He brought his stiff pole to her pussy and she dropped herself onto the big cockhead . It took three attempts to impale herself on it , the crown was huge , then she placed all her weight down and he sank in .
' Oh my word ' , Penny sighed adjusting to his fat girth . Leaning forward she raked her nails along his belly and took in more of the thick shaft . He watched as his cock vanished inside her wet cunt and gripped her thighs tight .
' Scott that feels so delicious ' . Beginning to slowly rise and fall Penny rode his rock hard rod feeling it split her pussy wide . He could feel her muscles ripple as she smothered him .
' Scott ,dahhhhhling , I just larrrve it ' , her great bosom heaved and her rump slapped against him as she speeded up her pace . He began to buck back up into her , so that every time she fell on him he pushed her body up causing his cock to enter even deeper
' MMMMMMM , I believe ...I..I..that is ... ' , her body shuddered as she climaxed again sending her love juices out and over his balls .
' Maaarvelous , simply devinnnnne ' , she cooed as she disengaged from him and rolling away . Scott pounced on the stunning blonde and kissed her face and long neck over and over .
' Penny you are amazing , now let me fuck your brains out ' .
' DEAL ' , she got to all fours and raised her perfect butt as he poked 2 fingers into her drenched pussy and she moaned in sheer delight . He angled his prick right at her opening and thrust in at which she spread her legs wide out .
' Give it to me Scott , I need it so bad ' . With a groan he sank into her and with one hand on a big boob fucked in and out fast , his groin smacking at her upturned ass . Lady Penelope was in heaven as the young stud hammered her soft cunt with his entire 8 inches .
' I , oh , that's , er ,mmmm,' she stammered as her head dropped and her heavy tits hung under her , as his powerful pushes sent her toward the headboard . Gripping her waist he fucked her even quicker then she screamed as her third orgasm hit . Nearly falling onto her stomach Scott held her up in his strong arms . Glowing , her hair dishevelled Penny trembled , her pussy oozed liquid , his cock still buried within her .
' Don't stop baby , don't stop ' . She gathered her composure and he carried on fucking the insatiable woman . Pounding her the best he ccould she yelled over and over ,
' FUCK ME BABY , FUCK ME BABY , FUCK ME BABY ' . She would not let him ease up demanding him to show no mercy . He flipped her over and she yelped with surprise as he dove between her long legs and stuck it up her once more . She wrapper her arms and legs around his hot body pulling his cock inside her deep . Resting his weight on her body revelling in her soft feminine skin and spongy tits he plowed on in , his sweat making her skin glow . She was astonishingly ravishing like no other woman he had ever had . Their hot mouths met in a wet sloppy kiss , then she moaned in his mouth as her body was wracked by another intense orgasm , her fourth .
His thrusts became shorter and more urgent then he lost it ad flooded her cunt with his cum as she screamed out in unadulterated lust . Clamping her legs on him like a vice she let him gush up inside her , her stiletto heels digging into his flesh . She sobbed on his shoulder as he finally separated from her so her pussy oozed out over her pale thighs and onto the satin sheets .
' That ' , she panted , ' was the fuck of the year ' , her enormous bosom heaved as she breathed hard .
' Thunderbirds are go ! ' , he said falling back to the bed , his heavy cock dribbling his seed over his left thigh .

END

[80child]

Note from author , this parody of iconic 60' s tv is purely fiction . Not intended to make profit .

Chanel Preston-Mrs. Peel , Dillion Harper ( new starlet ) - Tara King .

MRS. Emma Peel arrived in her blue Lotus Elan sports car at the secret lair of known mastermind villain XYZ in Tonbridge , Kent . It appeared as an unguarded innocuous 2 storey building near Mill Farm and or her a simple thing to gain access . She had come in silence and cover of night to follow up on a tip from Steed , the British Intelligence Service agent she occasionally helped out . As her eyes adjusted to the dark interior she searched out the lab she had reason to believe contained evidence of a major ecological crime .
Wearing her royal blue and mustard catsuit of crimplene , the one with the big zipper up the front , she completed her outfit with a low slung soft belt and ankle boots of blue . As she moved around the room looking for clues , she could feel the soft fabric ride up her slit whenever she bent . She never wore underwear with her fighting costume for better manouvering . Her 32D breasts thrust up at the front and her athletic legs and calves rippled . Brushing her chestnut shoulder length hair from her face she was surprised to hear a noise , then a light come on under the door of the adjoining room .
She was not alone and the tall spy hugged the wall , her heart beating as she peered over at the corner by the door . Moving stealthily she pushed the door ajar slightly and looked inside . There , in the middle of the room beside a long 3 seat couch was XYZ . Widening her dark brown eyes she watched as he undressed till he stood naked . Emma took in his 6 feet figure , torso lean and fit , and a very long flaccid cock that hung down from his trimmed groin . As he moved around she noted his strong biceps and washboard stomach .
A woman entered from the other side and approached him wearing a tight black leather mini skirt and black stockings with stiletto heeled shoes . Her white blouse , buttoned to her neck hid an ample bosom . As Emma looked on she recognised the young girls face, it was Tara King ! Steed's newest recruit in the Service . Tara embraced XYZ and they kissed passionately . He grabbed her cute rump in both hands as they pressed together close . Amazed Emma watched his thick length grow erect reaching up onto the girls left thigh . Still kissing he moved his hands to unbutton her shirt from the top and shrugged it off over her shoulders . Then he unhooked her lace bra to reveal her big firm boobs which he explored with eager fingers .
Miss King , working for the enemy ? Emma 's mind raced but she felt two emotions as the couple clenched , one was the task , the other arousal , and she couldn't help herself as she pulled on the big ring at the top of her zip and tugged it down low . Caressing her breasts she tried to stifle a moan as her fingers squeezed her bullet sized nipples .
XYZ had already removed Tara ' s skirt and thong and she stood on her heeled feet naked . She knelt down to him and held his 8 inch cock in her hands then licked it all the way down the shaft as it twitched . Opening her mouth she slid down so the thick pole hit hit the back of her throat . She moved on it fast wetting it with her spit while she rubbed the whole length . Her brown long hair shook down her narrow back as her head moved back and forth .
What the fuck was going on thought Emma as her fingers found her tingling pussy under the outfit and parted the outer lips . Finding a dampness she frigged herself still staring at Tara as half of XYZ ' s cock vanished into her mouth over and over . She could hear the glugging sound she made as he rocked his hips and sent even more meat into her hot mouth .

Then he lifted her to her heels and led her to the couch where he sat back , his upright pole glistening and throbbing in his hand . Standing over him Tara spread her stockinged legs wide and slowly sat on the massive cock . As inch after inch disappeared into the young girls cunt Emma put her hand to her mouth , the other frantically rubbing her clit . Planting her shoes in the carpet Miss King began to slide up and down , resting her hands on her own thighs , feeling the silk material . He gripped her legs where the stockings finished and her bare flesh started . She gave a sigh and closed her eyes as she began to move faster rising then falling steadily . He loved the sight of her impaling her wet pussy on him , taking the whole thing up her with ease .
' Feels so good baby ' , she purred grinding against his groin every time she sank on him , pausing a moment to savour the incredible sensation of being stuffed then rising up high before repeating .
Mrs .Peel was in turmoil , immensely turned on by the pair she was overwhelmed by lustful thoughts , as her hands wandered over her tits and pussy , crouching low next to the wall .Turning back to watch them again they had changed position . She had her back to him , Emma noticed the girls completely shaven pussy , and he held her left leg up high , his arm supporting it under the upper thigh . With his right hand on her waist he was fucking her from behind and Emma got an excellent view of his fat prick sliding in and out of her slick cunt . Tara had her head thrown back so her thick hair fell over his face and chest .
' Yes , baby , fuck me hard , split that pussy open ' . She moaned loudly bringing her right hand over his as his cock plowed up into her deep . In the bright light Emma clearly saw the girls juices running down her right leg and she felt a profound jealousy , wishing it were her being ravished .

She could take no more and stormed into the room having adjusted her catsuit to cover her tits , but leaving it undone to her navel .
' FREEZE ' , she yelled and Tara gasped and lowered her left leg to the carpet , still stuffed with XYZ ' s prick .
' Well , well , well , Miss King , a traitor ! ' . She trained her nickel plated revolver at them both .
' MRS.PEEL! , wait , its not what you think ' . XYZ disengaged from the girl leaving his cock glistening and big , liquid dripping down the underside .
XYZ is with us , he ' s a triple agent ! ' . Emma paused in thought .
' Move away ' , she instructed Tara , still blinded by her own personal needs , her aching pussy that yearned to be penetrated for one . With her left hand she stripped her outfit from her left shoulder , then the right , then using both hands quickly tugged it from her body leaving her nude . From behind her Tara was impressed by Emma's trim body , her cute butt nice and firm ,her legs shapely and long . Fom the front XYZ stared at her smooth pussy with the tattoo of fake pubic hair and wide hips . Her magnificent breasts rounded and full . Tossing her head so that her hair flew around her creamy shoulders she said ,
' Fuck me stud , I want that fat cock ,now ' . He nodded as he sat on the edge of the couch letting Emma straddle him . Still pointing her gun at him he grabbed hold of his cock and fed it to her slippery hole . Biting her lip she dropped all her weight onto it swallowing all his 8 inches inside . She let out an animal moan and clamped her thighs against his . Shifting her hips she ground her pussy along his rod making sure her pubic bone brushe on him sending feelings of pure ecstacy through her . Then he rose up and began to slam on him hard as she fucked him fast all the while gazing at him with her dark brown eyes .
' FUCK ME STUD , FUCK ME STUD , FUCK ME STUD ', she cried over and over as he filled her completely . He began to buck at her meeting her downward thrust so he lifted her up off his lap as if she was floating .
' YES YES YES , OH ITS SO BIG ! ' . Tara came near fascinated by Mrs. Peel having hot sex . Who knew , probably Steed . Emma's body glowed as perspiration prickled her every curve , she was near to coming , then she screamed and sat back holding the fat cock inside her as her legs trembled and her juice leaked out of her stuffed pussy .
' mmmmmm , yesssssssssssssss , oh my gosh ' . Emma's head bowed just as XYZ stiffened and sent his hot seed up into Emma . She felt him gush inside her and she lifted her right leg up and the white cream seeped out of her . Tara moved quickly taking the pulsing tool in her small hand and licking it clean snaking her tongue around the purple crown . He panted enjoying his orgasm and also Tara licking him clean . Emma sat by him , her pussy red and raw , sticky film on her groin and legs .
' So , we're all on the same side , wonder what Steed will say ? ' ,

END

[80child]

note - Randy Spears as Steed

Mrs. Emma Peel gripped the sheets with both hands as she laid on her back , her head tilted up so as to watch the young brunette between her thighs , lapping happily at her pussy . Naked , Emma's long supple legs were bent at the knee and her toes curled and digging into the mattress in intense pleasure . The girl , Tara King , also completely nude lay on her stomach , her left leg sticking out along the bed while her right was up level with her hip . Her cute ass poked up and her delectable pussy was in perfect view of Steed who sat in a chair close to the bed . The veteran British spy sat naked with his upright prick in his right hand which he wanked leisurely as he enjoyed the two in their lesbian tryst .

They had all arrived at his mews apartment in West London where Mrs. Peel related the recent occurrence concerning triple agent XYZ . Steed had acknowleged he was aware of his status , and equally aware of Miss King having a relationship with him . Now after a bottle of champagne the insatiable agents had retired to his big bed for an interesting threesome .
' She's very good ,isn't she Steed ' , said Emma as she squirmed under the eager young girl .
' Indeed my dear , and such a adorable behind ' .
Steed saw Tara's cunt lips glistening wet and noticed she shaved all the hair there so the labia were red and pouting . She held Emma' s creamy white legs wide open with both hands and made little slurping sounds ass she sucked on the hard clitoris . Emma felt extreme excitement from the deliscous tongue licking her , then she gasped as Tara worked two fingers in and out of her . Tara loved the warm wet pussy of the senior agent , and the way her juices tasted as she stroked harder . Emma began to move her hips meeting the young girls fingers as they poked in .
' AAAAhhhh , oh Miss King , that feels devine ' . Emma placed a hand on the brown hair and pressed her to her hard , then brought her slender legs up around the back of Tara .
Steed rose from his chair , his cock ached from watching the amazing scene and reached out to Emma's firm left breast and caressed it gently , feeling the bullet hard nipple . She gazed up at him with her dark brown eyes and he saw her overwhelmed in sheer ecstacy . Reaching her hand out she took his raging hard on , rigid like a steel rod and stroked it lovingly . She considered herself lucky to have had him fuck her many times , his legendary status as a stud was well known in the Ministry . Leaning over Tara he managed to put his middle finger inside her cunt finding the slot soaking wet . He swirled around her making her take her mouth from Emma and moan softly . Steed desired this filly badly and lifted her head up by the chin ,
' Would you oblige me my dear ? ' .

Lying beside Emma his mature and chiselled body brushing her he stretched out flat as Tara crept along his torso and kissed him hard . He pawed her 32 boobs as their tongues danced in their mouths , he could taste Mrs. Peel 's syrupy love juice on her . Then he leaned to his right kissing Emma who held his face in both hands . Tara moved down to his groin licking his body as she went till she reached his 8 plus inch cock which she took in her hand devouring the hot shaft in her red lips . Steed groaned in Emma's mouth as the young agent moved her head up and down his pole taking him well into her mouth and to the back of her throat . Using her slim fingers she danced a tattoo on his balls and the base of his cock while sucking loudly on his swollen crown . Emma watched fascinated by her prowess .
' Told you Steed , I've seen her in action , very good oral technique ' .
He just nodded as his cock was enveloped completely , he had to fight not to come right down her throat . Saliva dribbled from her and ran down the underside of his shaft as Tara bobbed on him very fast .
' Steady my dear , I want to sample that gorgous pussy of yours ' .

' Me first Steed , its been a while since I had that prize cock of yours ' .
Emma got onto her stomach and his hands pulled her up spreading her long legs wide with his muscled thighs and got behind her .
' Very well , since you insist ' . He ran his length along her rounded ass crack teasing her , his wet prick leaving a film on her buttocks . She tapped her foot on the bed urgently .
' Just put it in will you ' , she looked over her right shoulder at him pouting and saw him grinning . Then she gasped and closed her eyes as she felt the bulbous head enter her , parting her soft lips , then screamed as he followed through in a single thrust . Pausing with her impaled on his entire length he gripped her waist and began to fuck her with short quick pushes of his hips . Bowing her head so her chestnut hair fell over her face as he took her like a dog , penetrating her with ease again and again , his powerful thrusts sending her crazy .
Tara watched at the foot of the bed mesmorised by his strong moves and his intense concentration as he pounded into his lover . Tossing her head up Emma groaned uncontrollably ,every nerve in her vagina tingling like mad .
' You are the best ' , she sobbed , ' I love it so much ' .
Steed turned to Tara and looked into her brown eyes and she moved closer as he pulled out of Emma who suddenly felt empty . Tara took hold of the dripping tool that rested against Emma' s butt and licked the shiny head tasting them both on her tongue . After a few licks she lined him up at her entrance and he started to thrust in again pleasing the lust filled woman .
Tara frigged her cunt fast and he looked at her feeling immense desire .
' You're up next Miss King ' , she smiled and laid on her back lifting her legs up high as he withdrew from Emma and dove in between the others legs bringing her up off the bed by holding her rump in his hands . She locked her ankles behind his head and he sank into her hot sodden cunt deep . She cried out his name as she rested her body on her upper back . her big boobs bouncing around as he plowed into her .
' Wonderful Mrs . Peel , she 's so tight ,I can barely cram it all in ' . Indeed his fat cock was sawing in with only half of his 8 inches but Tara was loving it . The way he held her , the way he shifted his hips so his cock entered her in circular motions . Emma moved to her and used her thumb to rub the girls clit .
' I..I..I'm cominnmmg ', she gurgled and she squirted violently catching Emma by surprise .
' Wow ,would you look at that ! ' . Tara' s body blushed crimson as Steed never let up , fucking her mercilessly , his cock loving her steamy hot cunt . He let down her legs then and her butt fell to the mattress . Emma knew his was close and lowered her head on Tara' belly as he pulled out of her . Pointing his cock straight at them he grunted and exploded sending ropes of cum in long jets all over Emma' s face and chin . Several more spurts came shooting out drenching them both . Breathing hard, he twitched and rested on his haunches as the two girls embraced in a sticky kiss .

END

[keats]

Barbara Edwards didn’t mind the movies on movie nights at the Mansion but she did mind the movie party crowd. Nobody seemed to want to watch the movie, but for Barbara the silver screen really was golden; she was enthralled by the old classic films. Bogart, Grant, Tracy, they were real men. And Henry Fonda, tall and lanky, she would do him in a second.

Tonight’s movie was going to show Fonda with Barbara Stanwick on a boat and the sexy siren was going to seduce him and the luscious Pl*ym*te was going to be jealous. Damn, she’d do Barbara Stanwick too; hell, she’d do both of them!

For movie night, like all the Pl*ym*tes, Barbara dressed to provoke and arouse; tonight her outfit was lacy arm-length gloves, a sheer halter top that accentuated every luscious curve of her cleavage and short leather miniskirt that was more like a wide belt. She sashayed into the screening feeling the eyes of dozens of men on her but she kept her eyes on the screen and watched how Barbara Stanwick taunted Fonda into a crazed state arousal simply by seeming available and then slapping him down. The dialogue was sharp and crisp but the Mansion audience talked over it and spoiled a lot of the movie for the luscious Pl*ym*te. Still the stars were incredibly sexy to look at.

The movie over, the crowd was now mingling and drifting into the nocturnal intrigues of which guy was bedding which Pl*ym*te; Barbara glanced over at the pack of frat boys in one corner and the pack of B list actors in the other corner. The old hands at these parties, the publisher’s regular buddies, had no problem picking up their favorite Pl*ym*tes and bunnies; but all the rest of the Pl*ym*tes and bunnies and starlets and wannabes were all giving their attention to one man.

He was the guest of honor for the party and it was a coup for the Mansion to get him. He had been on the cover of People as one of the sexiest eligible bachelors of 1983 and the cover of Time because he had just led a scientific expedition in the jungles of the Amazon. The peculiar thing was that the charms of Pl*ym*te and bunny lust seemed to elude him. All he could talk about was snakes.

He was explaining the care and feeding of a newly discovered species of carnivorous reptile. “Once a day is plenty. Just a couple of flies, a sip of milk and perhaps a pigeon's egg on Sundays. Oh and a mouse at least once a month.”

The girls surrounding him were disgusted but they smiled sweetly which greatly amused Barbara who was sitting a few yards away and watching the other girls fawn over the guest. “Not good enough,” she chuckled.

“What'd you say?” asked the publisher. He was on the couch with her and had his arm possessively wrapped around her waist as she was his designated bed bunny for the evening. And she was sensational.

“I said they're not good enough for him. Every girl in the room is offering herself, and he feels they're just a waste of time.” She giggled as Marlene Jenssen, Miss November 1982, bent to reveal her deep cleavage to the guest who studiously averted his eyes. “It's a shame that he doesn't care for the flesh. He'll never see it.”

The lovely Barbara entertained the publisher with a running commentary of the scene. “Look at that girl over to his left. Look over to your left, bookworm. There's a girl pining for you. A little further. Just a little further. There! Wasn't that worth looking for? See those nice teeth beaming at you? The suspense is killing me. Who else? The lady champion wrestler. Wouldn't she make a handful?” The guest bowed to the circle of women and began to make an exit. Barbara continued her commentary as though she were speaking to him now. “You don't like her either. What are you going to do about it? He just can't stand it anymore. He’s leaving. These women don't give you a moment's peace, do they? Go sulk in your room. Go soak your head and see if I care!”

She stuck out a dainty ankle the guest tumbled head over heels in front of her. “I'm very sorry, sir,” she said, struggling to suppress a giggle.

“That's all right.” He stumbled to get himself up again.

“Why don't you look where you're going?” she cruelly scolded.

“Why don't I look…?”

“Look, you knocked the heel off.” Her face could not hide her amusement.

“Oh, I did? I'm sorry.”

“You did, and you can take me right to my room for another pair of slippers.”

“The least I can do. My name's Sturges.”

“Everybody knows. Nobody's talking about anything else. I’m the new Miss September. My real name is Barbara.” She slid her arm under his for support.

He liked walking with her arm in arm. “Funny our meeting like this, isn't it?”

“Yes, isn't it?” Her voice was filled with teasing delight. Chuckling, she led him upstairs and she let the daggers of the other girls’ stares tickle her back.

Soon they were in one of the rooms designated for Pl*ym*tes staying at the Mansion. It was filled with gowns and lingerie everywhere.

The guest, who had been up the Amazon for a while, was impressed. “This is quite a room.”

“Pretty cozy, isn't it?”

He was sniffing the air like rabbit sensing trouble. “Holy Moses!”

“What's the matter?”

“That perfume.”

“What's the matter with it?”

“It's just that I've been up the Amazon for a year, and they don't use perfume.”

“Oh.” She brazenly laughed in his face. “The shoes are over here. Because you were so polite, you can pick them out and put them on if you like.”

She led him to a closet that was too stuffed to close. Shoes covered the floor and spilled out onto the carpet too.

The guest sank to his knees with Barbara’s help so he could pick a pair of shoes for her. “Push that side. There.”

His face was pressed against her leg and he could feel her warm skin under the silk stockings. “Holy Moses!”

“See anything you like?” She rubbed her thigh on his cheek. “The evening slippers are over there.” She chuckled at his discomfort.

Still savoring the feel of her against his cheek he tentatively reached for some bejeweled sandals. “Those the ones you want? Doesn't seem possible for anybody to wear anything that size.”

She pretended to swoon. “Oh, that's pretty.” She sashayed over to the bed and sat down. She held up her shapely leg and proffered her elegant foot. “You'll have to kneel down.”

He crawled from the closet to the bed. Kneeling he gingerly held her ankle. “I hope I didn't hurt you.”

“Of course you didn't.” She smiled slyly as he buckled the fragile strap around her ankle. His hands were trembling. He spent an inordinate amount of time at her feet; as if in a trance he gazed at her face and lightly stroked her calves. Barbara liked the feel of his touch but he looked kind of dopey. She sighed. “Don't you feel well?” Her voice was thick and sultry.

“Oh, I'm all right.”

Now she was light and breezy. “What were you doing up the Amazon?”

“Looking for snakes. I'm an ophiologist.”

While he stroked her calf as if in a trance she curled her fingers through his hair and breathed warmly on his face. The electric charge of erotic play was palpable, almost like a whiff of ozone in the air.

Even though her body was taunting him her voice was glib. “I thought you were in the beer business.”

“Ale!”

She was mildly annoyed now. “What's the difference?”

“ Between beer and ale?”

“Yes.”

“My father'd burst a blood vessel if he heard you say that. There's a big difference. There's no similarity at all.” Barbara tsked sexily. He noticed. “It's funny to be kneeling here at your feet talking about beer. You see, I don't like beer. Bock beer, lager beer or steam beer.”

“Don't you?”

“I do not! And I don't like pale ale, brown ale, nut brown ale, porter or stout,
and it makes me ill just to think about it.” His fingers were lightly caressing over her ankle; with the buckle closed he had no reason to hold her leg except that it was delightful to hold it.

She could feel his arousal even as he complained about beer. “Excuse me.”

He continued to mumble while he stroked her leg. “Wasn't enough, so everybody would call me Hopsie ever since I was six. Hopsie Sturges.”

“Hello, Hopsie.” Her voice was light and teasing.

“Make it, Edmund, will you?

Laughing, she stroked his hair as he finished buckling the shoes. “All right, but there's something kinda cute about Hopsie.” She teased his hair into curls. “And when we’re in bed and you’re going at it, really giving me a drilling, and I love getting drilled by the way, when you’re drilling me I could moan, “Oh Hopsie, Hopsie! And when you came I’d scream out Hopsie Popsie!”

“What?”

“Oh you get the picture. You haven’t been up the Amazon that long.” Her tongue darted out, a little glimpse of sexy pink. She gripped his short cropped hair and tugged teasingly.

“I guess.”Pl*yb*y

“I’m a girl who likes to make a little noise Hopsie.”


“That's all I'd need.” He laughed nervously and looked around for a distraction from Barbara’s frankly sexual allure. He fixed his gaze on the elegance of her ankle and foot. “Here's a business I wouldn't mind. I never realized how lovely it could be.”

“Oh, thank you.” She looked at him doubtfully. She leaned away and struck a pose, one hand behind her head and the other on her cheek. She raised her hips slightly and she looked like a classic pin up. “A better job would be shooting Pl*yb*y Pl*ym*tes.”

“I guess,” he mumbled. She reached out for his hands and her fingers were warm on his palms.

She drew him to her as she slowly leaned back onto the bed. “I meant photographing Pl*ym*tes,” she said. She draped her body over the bed and arranged him along side of her. She rested her head on his arm and nuzzled toward him. “You could shoot me without my clothes on. Would you like that?” To give him a taste her lace gloved hand teased his head up until his check was pressed to the sheer sash over her left nipple. There was an even more sheer bra under the sash. He nuzzled into the fabric pushing it away to reveal the hard candy treat underneath.

His mouth opened and engulfed the sweet red nub but she giggled and pushed him away but she pulled him right back, pressing his cheek against the bare nipple. He breathed in the aroma of her; her skin emitted a dizzying blast of perfumes and sweat and he groaned as if he were being lowered into the deep black universe of her bed.

His hand touched her bare thigh and Barbara gasped softly, pushing him off her. “We'd better get back now.”

“Go back?” He tumbled off the bed as Barbara rose hastily. He tried to regain his dignity. “I mean, uh, there's something about that perfume that...”

“Don't you like my perfume?” she asked while she quickly rearranged her clothes.

“I thought you wanted to…I thought we were going to…” He gestured hopefully toward the bed as he followed her toward the door.

“Why, Hopsie, you ought to be kept in a cage. I have to be with Mr. H tonight. I can’t be playing with an ophiologist.” She rolled the scientific term in her mouth gazing at him as though she were devouring him. “You’re a naughty boy Hopise.” She took his hand and led him back to the party, blatantly fixing her clothes as she strolled along.

“Ah, there you are. It certainly took you long enough to come back in the same outfit.” The publisher was cordial to the man but he gave Barbara a scowl.

“I'm lucky to have this on, Barbara gigged. “Mr. Sturges has been up a river for a year.”

“Now, look, I...”

The publisher, still scowling held up a hand. “Pay no attention to Barbara; she is genetically designed to tease. She can be trying except when she chooses otherwise.”

“And what fun otherwise can be.” With her eyes the lovely Pl*ym*te devoured her prey. Sturges gulped.

“You’ll have to learn to cope.” The publisher tried to sound reassuring. He noted Barbara’s lustful interest in his guest and he didn’t like it.

“Well, I'll try,” Sturges said meekly.

Barbara sat between him and the publisher on the couch. “Every man for himself.” She brazenly squeezed Sturges’ thigh.

“I, uh, what? Um. Oh. Well... You go up the Amazon for a year, and then you come out and meet you...”

Barbara laughed. She turned to the publisher. “Don’t you want to play some of your board games?” Her voice was almost cruel.

Once more scowling the publisher gestured to a game already set on the table. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“You're probably too good for us.” Barbara was speaking to the publisher but she was gazing seductively into the other man’s face.

“I don't have to play my best. Besides, playing with you...” The publisher’s voice was almost whining.

“…Would always be a pleasure.” Sturges’ finished his host’s sentence but he was lost in the tempest behind Barbara’s eyes. “But I’d hate to leave Barbara out…”

“Aren't you sweet?” She smiled wickedly.

“Aren’t we going to play now?” The publisher was whining openly at this point.

Sturges blinked, attempting to break free of Barbara’s increasingly erotic gaze. “Isn't there a three-person game?” he said desperately. “I seem vaguely to remember having...”

“Of course there is, backgammon chouette,” the publisher enthused.

“And it'll be much cozier,” added Barbara.

Barbara laughed once more but invited her guest to take her turn with the dice to determine order of play.

Backgammon was an obsession for the publisher and he grew more and more annoyed as the game progressed. Not only was Barbara brazenly flirting with his guest as they played but even with Barbara’s alluring charms to distract him the guest was still winning. And when his guest handily defeated him he was quietly enraged.

Finally the publisher gave up. While Barbara was a superb bed bunny he decided that tonight he would need a more docile Pl*ym*te. He signaled to Veronica Gamba who was surrounded by some frat boys. Barbara followed the publisher’s eyes and caught the exchange between the publisher and the poor girl. Veronica reluctantly shuffled across the room and Barbara realized that Veronica was in for a long night.

“I think I’ve had enough here,” the publisher mumbled while he rose from the couch.

“I really feel very guilty about this.” The guest was trying to fend off Barbara’s still lustful gaze. He looked down forlornly at the game pieces.

“Don't let it worry you.”

“It's a good thing we're not playing for money.”

“Weren't we playing for money?” Barbara’s voice was chirpy and cheerful.

“Of course not. I never play for money.” Sturges was confused.

“We always play for money. Otherwise, it's like swimming in an empty pool.” Barbara laughed.

Sturges frowned, even more confused now.

Veronica was now at the publisher’s side and Barbara was smiling at her sympathetically. The publisher was anxious to get her upstairs. He planned to take his revenge for losing out on her body. “I owe about $500,” he said unhappily. “I’ll pay in the morning. Barbara, you owe roughly $100.”

“That's rough enough.” She laughed. “Maybe I can work it off.”

Sturges gulped uncomfortably. The publisher scowled. He squeezed Veronica’s arm with enough pressure to make her wince. Once more Barbara felt a twinge of sympathy for what the poor girl was in for. Veronica looked around helplessly as the publisher led her away.

Barbara leaned languidly back on the couch. She licked her lips as she gazed at her prey. “He's a nice fellow,” Sturges mumbled nervously.

“He's a good player too.” She stroked his ankle with her foot.

“You think so? I don't want to be rude, but he seemed a little uneven.”

“He's more uneven sometimes than others.”

“That's what makes him uneven. But now you, on the other hand, with a little coaching, you could be terrific.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Yes, you have a definite nose.”

“I'm glad you like it. Do you like any of the rest of me?”

“Oh, what I meant was in the game-playing sense...”

“I know what you meant. I was just flirting with you.”

“Oh.”

“You're not going to faint, are you?”

“Who, me? Uh, it's that perfume.”

“Oh.”

“Do you think they're dancing anyplace at this party?”

“Don't you think we ought to go to bed?”

“You're certainly a funny girl for anybody to meet...who's just been up the Amazon for a year.”

“Good thing you weren't up there two years. Come on.”

“Um, wouldn’t you like to stay and have some more wine?”

By now the room was more or less empty; they had a private corner to themselves as the last of the guests lingered by the bar far away on the other side.

As he was refilling the wineglasses once more she had a thought and smiled a devilish grin to him.

“What?” he asked handing her a glass.

“Want to up the stakes a little bit?”

“Hmmm, what do you have in mind?”

“Loser takes of a piece of clothing,” she grinned to him.

“But look at me; I’m fully clothed. And you… you’re barely dressed as it is. I have the advantage; how fair is that.”

She shrugged as a matter of form; her eyes, on the other hand, sparkled with wickedness. “Well you will have more incentive to win is all won't ya! Are you in?”

He drank.

She sat back and took a little sip of wine and let the question dangle for a time in the air.


“Alright then, I will take those odds,” he said, and started setting up the next game, which ended in minutes with him taking off his socks.

“Great, what a prize for me!” She laughed as he held them up in the air and tossed them aside.

The next game went to him. She slowly stood up and wiggled out of her stockings and dropped them in a pile, then settled back down. After an hour of games she had lost her hair tie and her bra and panties, but still had her dress. Her nipples he couldn't help but see were more prominent and large against the fabric.

He was now only wearing a undershirt and shorts. It was getting down to serious business and she felt that she knew exactly how to win this tournament. In one slow game she managed to win his briefs leaving him in a shirt. His cock was free, but unseen under the table. Still, he felt red-faced as he set up the game that would be the end of all this and him if he wasn't careful.

He placed the last piece and rolled his dice. He felt a soft light stroking against his thigh as her soft, small foot traveled up his inner leg. He looked up to see a big smile on her face.

“So is it my turn then, Hopsie? Good,” she smirked and rolled a high number and moved several pieces into place.

As he attempted to move his pieces her foot became much more exploratory as it found the tip of his cock and just lightly caressed over it with her toes. “Oh come on, that isn't fair!” he said, but the pleasure was too much to bear and he couldn't fight the inevitable erection.

She took her turn and again moved several more pieces leaving him with only one place to go on the board and knowing if he did she would land there on her next move and removing his piece from play for a long time.

He did the only thing he could and played dirty as well. His foot moved under the table and ran up her inner thigh and stroked her there.

She closed her eyes and let out a gasping sigh. “Mmmm, now who's not playing fair?” She made a decision and whispered it out in a husky voice. ”Let’s forget this game and play something else.”

She smiled and sat up onto the sofa and lay back. From where he sat he had a perfect view of her sex and the moistness there. He moved around the table on his knees and moved up with her, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her softly and for a long time. Her mouth was warm on his and the taste of her lips was overwhelming and good. She tasted of wickedness and wine and witchcraft; her mouth was willowy and willing.

He stroked softly, one finger on her nipple and absorbing the sexy hardness of the cany red nub. “Oh, Hopsie! You seem to know all sorts of games. Let me show you one.”

She pulled up his shirt and then reached down and explored the thickness of his cock. “Hopsie, you naughty boy! You should keep your snakes in a cage!” He groaned as the sexy Pl*ym*te brazenly regarded his tumescence. She groaned and ran her fingers slowly over the shaft and he sighed and kissed her once more. She slipped the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms trapping him in his garment and she laid him back on the sofa.

His hands under his back, she caressed his nipples and pinched them smiling as she did and lowering herself to take one and kiss it and suck on it, flicking her tongue back and forth, fast and hard. Her hair fell around her face hiding her antics from his sight and she took the nipple in her teeth and nibbled a little on him, then moving to his neck, she kissed him there and on up to his mouth.

She straddled him and lifted the hem of her leather skirt up and over her head, finally revealing her body to him.

“What do you think, Hopsie? Do you have girls like me on the Amazon?” She laughed as he groaned in reply.

Barbara felt the stiffness of his cock against her ass and moved on it a little, teasing him with her body before going down on his legs and pinning him there while both hands stroked and caressed his shaft from uppermost to base. His balls played loosely in her open fingertips, then she caressed up the tip from the underside and cupped her palm over him, then down again. Long, slow strokes and she watched him receiving her pleasures even as he struggled to get his hands free.

She brushed her hair back on her face and smiled down on him, then lay so she could almost kiss his cock and she actually licked the air around him, her glistening tongue gliding millimeters away from the pulsating erection; she teased down one side and up the other before holding him almost to her lips, letting her warm velvet tongue flit in and out like a snake’s. His eyes closed as she again stroked him with her fingers and reached under him finding his hole and fingering him there with a wet index finger. He groaned and wiggled under her and she blew moist hot air over the head of his shaft. “I’d love to give you head, Hopsie, but after all, we just met.”

She felt that wonderful tingle begin in her body and touched herself so he could watch. She was up on her knees in full view of him and her forefinger disappeared up inside her as she rubbed herself to full arousal and thumbed her clit. “Oooo, Hopsie, I feel very naughty.”

The expression on his face told her he was enjoying this scene and she moved her index finger in as well and felt the fullness against her inner walls as they moved faster and harder, as she started to reach orgasm. He wanted to speak to her, but nothing left his mouth as she started to shake into her own pleasures.

“Mmmm I want you inside me!” she moaned and moved onto him lowering over his cock and almost pushed him inside her as his hips rose instinctively to take her. She rose up but only let his cock rub along her slit and over her belly. She giggled, wrapping her arms around the top of his head and letting her round breasts fall to his lips. “Not here though, Hopsie, not in front of all these people.”

Groaning he glanced around the empty room.

“But you can suck my nipples. Suck me, please....” she panted and moved up on him and held his cock for only a moment of sheer pleasure.

He licked and sucked at one nipple. Feeling the hard thick nub in his lips and against his teeth, he nibbled and kissed her hard. She moaned steadily and started to pump on his cock faster still as he enjoyed her breasts against his face. Her body was hot and her face was as red as the leather skirt she took off as she took him to someplace else for a moment and she felt his cock throb in preparation for orgasm; she hit him on his on chest. “Hopsie!” she scolded.

The kissing that followed was sweet and warm, and she let his hands free so they could stroke her face and hair as he kissed her neck and lips for ever. In a tangle of arms and legs they writhed, well trapped in the dangerous sofa.

He looked over at the unfinished backgammon game and flicked the pieces she had taken from him into the tray as she kissed one of his nipples and fingered the other.

He looked at her and smiled, “Is this how backgammon usually ends?”

She laughed wickedly and he laughed nervously. He held her tightly, pushing her back against the back of the sofa as he covered her in his body and kissed her deeply before she pushed him off.

“Good night.” She said it huskily.

“But…”

She slipped her clothes on and smiled at him. “Why don’t you walk me to my room?”

He quickly pulled on his pants and shirt and she, lady-like and demure, allowed her arm to be taken.

Upstairs he became confused. “I'm afraid we're in the wrong hall.”

“Isn't that a coincidence?”

“For heaven's sake, here's my room.” He was suddenly uncomfortable but Barbara was grinning.

“Fantastic!”

Sturges cleared his throat. “Would you care to come in and see Louise?

“That's a new one, isn't it?” She laughed lustily.

“Shh. I don't want to wake her up.”

“Wake who up?”

“Louise.”

“Louise? I thought that was just a gag.”

“Technically, she's a atropureus ophiodes fragilis, which seems to be a rare type of Brazilian glass snake, which I'm...”

“A snake!”

“She seems to have got out again.”

“She's out?”

“Well, don't worry. She's around here someplace.”

“Let me out of here!

“Oh, don't be frightened. She's as playful as a kitten.”

Screaming, Barbara dashed around the room.

“Don't do that! How's that going...”

She continued to scream as she jumped on the bed like it was a trampoline. She leapt into the air and onto the floor. In a moment she was running down the hall. She screamed the entire time with the hapless man following and trying without success to shush her.

She ran into her own room and held the door open until he entered. She was still screaming as she slammed the door behind him.

“I'm sorry. I wouldn't have frightened you for anything in the world.” He sputtered as he frantically gestured for her to calm down.

“Why didn't you tell me...” She leaned against the door, her magnificent chest heaving up and down. Her firm nipples caressed the fabric covering them.

“I thought you understood.”

“How could I understand? Why should I suspect an apparently civilized man...”

“Please.”

“Oh,” she gestured, “Look under the bed.”

“How could she possibly get down here?”

“ Please!”

“ Oh, all right.”

He crawled on the floor. Barbara stood where he could be certain to have a magnificent view of her shapely legs. He pulled out something long and shimmering.

“Oh!” She leapt back to her position against the door.

“It's just a stocking.”

“If you see any more, just leave them there. Now, look in the bed.”

“In the bed? How could she possibly...”

“Oh, go on now.”

“You know how fast we came down, so you can imagine...”

“Oh!” Barbara started again as Sturges held up something long and nasty.

“What’s….?” Then he blushed as he realized what he was holding.

“It's nothing,” she giggled immodestly, “but it might have given me a shock. Nothing like a cold dildo.”

“I guess it would have frightened you,” he mumbled, stowing the sex toy under a pillow.

“Oh! They would have had to peel me off the ceiling. Come over here and sit downbeside me.”

“Oh.”

“Comfortable?”

“Yes, very. Oh, sorry.”

“Hold me tight. Oh, you don't know what you've done to me.”

“I'm terribly sorry.”

“Oh, that's all right.”

“I wouldn't have frightened you for anything in the world. I mean, if there's anyone in the world I wouldn't have wanted to, it's you.”

“You're very sweet. Don't let me go.”

“Thank you.”

Barbara sighed gently. She could feel his erection expanding inside his pants as it pressed against her thigh. “How was everything up the Amazon?”

“All…All right, thank you.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you always going to be interested in snakes?”

“Well, snakes are my life in a way.”

“What a life.”

“Oh, I suppose it does sound sort of silly. I mean, I suppose I should have married and settled down.”

“Oh. You say that's why you've never married?”

“Oh, no. It's just that I... I've never met her. I suppose she's around somewhere in the world.

“It would be too bad if you never bumped into each other.”

“Well...”

“I suppose you know what she looks like and everything.”

“I think so.”

“How are her teeth?”

“Huh?”

“You should always pick one out with good teeth. It saves expense later.”

“Oh, now you're kidding me. –

“Not badly. You have a right to have an ideal.”

“Oh, I guess we all have one. What does yours look like?”

“He's a little short guy with lots of money.”

“Why short?”

“What does it matter if he's rich? It's so he'll look up to me, so I'll be his ideal.”

“That's a funny kind of reasoning.”

“Well, look who's reasoning. And when he takes me out to dinner, he'll never add up the check. And he won't smoke greasy cigars or use gel on his hair, and...Oh, yes, he won't play backgammon.”

“Oh!”

“Oh, it's not that I mind your playing backgammon, Hopsie. It's just that you naturally wouldn't want your ideal to play backgammon.”

“I shouldn't think that kind of ideal was so difficult to find.”

“Oh, he isn't. That's why he's my ideal. Of course, for a lover I want something all together different.” She stroked the throbbing bulge of arousal approvingly. “I’d want a man who could show me how much he appreciates what I have to offer.” She gave his shaft a good squeeze. “If you get my drift.”

“I think so,” he groaned. He reached for one of her luscious breasts but she pushed his hand away.

“Ohhh! You better go to bed, Hopsie. I think I can sleep peacefully now.”

“I wish I could say the same.”

“Why, Hopsie!”

She watched the door close behind him and suddenly she was alone and feeling very naughty.

The thick flesh colored vibrator, around seven inches long and curved upwards for G spot stimulation lay within her reach. She found herself stroking the well defined network of veins on the fake cock and grasping the thick girth as she spoke. Her fingers just managed to close around it and she shivered with excitement. This one was a favorite. Although advertised as being best for G-Spot stimulation, it had much more potential for the eager Barbara. It was thick and it did fill her, making her feel really wicked when it got all the way inside her.

Her pussy was wet; the juice had begun to seep in anticipation of gripping the thickness between her pussy lips. She replaced the batteries and teased herself a little longer by prolonging the inevitable. Then she turned to the thinner, smaller vibrator where she popped a fresh battery inside. It was her mini vibe. Firm plastic and about the width of two of her fingers. It came as part of an orgy set, with a variety of sleeves that would fit over the vibrator for different sensations. But today she was going to take it neat. Just hard plastic all the way deep inside… her delicious ass. The first few time she'd used it, she had needed to be very well lubed and her tight little asshole required coaxing to let it in. Nowadays her ass was as hungry for pleasure as her cunt was and this little baby could work its way in relatively easily without lube. She loved the feel of being split open as the hardness invaded her. She had tried a bigger toy there a few times, but for today she would be using the slim one.

She hitched up her leather skirt and let her fingers run over the wet groin of her panties. God it felt exciting, running her long nails over the damp fabric and teasing her soft flesh by slipping a finger inside her panties. It was already very wet, so wet it surprised her. Hopsie had her more worked up than she had realized.

She stood up and stripped off her panties, tossing them onto the floor. She took the small plastic vibe and sucked the tip and then stroked it through the wetness of her pussy. Suddenly a thought struck her. She reached into her draw of her nightstand to get the small cosmetic mirror. It was a strange type of contraption; a round mirror about two inches all the way around and mounted on a wooden base with a two inch wooden handle. Easy to grip and gaze closely at her pussy. She wondered briefly if this was what the manufacturers intended when they'd developed the design. The little handle as well - like it was meant to penetrate. Why hadn't she thought of it before? On impulse she inserted the handle into her pussy. It slid in easily and she looked at the reflection. A close up picture of the slick folds of her pussy and her protruding clit, already swollen and red.

She pulled the handle from her pussy and reached for the plastic vibe as she smeared some of the juice back towards her ass. It slid in smoothly and she groaned as it did. There was something about having an object in her bottom that always made her feel deeply sexual, totally slutty. Nothing could change the thrill and the total unadulterated pleasure she got from it.

The thin vibrator was deep inside her and she clenched her muscles involuntarily as she lay back on the bed and raised her one leg onto the headboard. This way she could still reach in and feel the end of the toy and play with her pussy. It was aching now, longing to be filled, overfilled with nectar and she raised the mirror again to see what it looked like. She giggled wickedly while her cunt glistened in the soft light.

A knock on the door. Maybe it was Hopsie! No, some toadie factotum from the publisher. “Mr. H wants you up in his room,” the voice said from the other side of the door. It was exciting. A man at the door telling her another man was inviting her to an orgy and the whole time she stroked her clit and gazed at the thick vibrator on the nightstand alongside the bed.

Usually, she would reply swiftly to such an invitation. But tonight, she prolonged it, as if playing with herself mentally forcing herself to hold off giving into her body, notching up the excitement. Pleasuring herself while a man waiting for her, a man who had no clue what she was doing, but the thought getting her more excited because of what she was doing.

"It's a bad time," she said firmly while she pushed two fingers inside her pussy and rubbed her clit with her thumb. She stifled a groan and continued, "I’m…um…busy."

"Yeah, well Mr. H thought you’d say that," he said. "You think you might come up soon?"

Jesus, it felt good, her cunt was leaking. She could smell the muskiness of her excitement. She reached over and flipped the switch on the one in her ass, knowing that it would make a buzzing noise, but it was sunk deep inside her and she was sitting almost all the way on her ass so she was betting it wouldn't be discernable. It did buzz, but softly and the sensations in her tight bottom as the nerves responded to the stimulation had her wanting to cry out.

"Maybe," she said urgently before turning her head from the door.

Never one to deprive herself of pleasure when she wanted it, she worked quickly, reaching for the thick flesh colored vibrator. She slipped it inside her pussy and moaned aloud as she felt the hardness pressing between her lips. She watched the reflection in the mirror as it slid inside. The curved part pressed up against the walls and roof of her pussy and she flipped the switch to the lowest speed as she pushed it in as far as it would go. This one normally took time to accommodate fully, but today there were no problems. It slid inside like a hot knife slicing through butter. All the way deep into her cunt up to about an inch or so from the top, where it flared out. The tightness was overwhelming, a small vibe in her ass and the bigger one up her pussy, but the way she was half sitting, half laying back with her right leg up on the headboard added to the pressure. She reached for the mirror again, to look.

Her pussy lips were a bright reddish pink color. They glistened with juice as they gripped the toy and in the lurid reflection of the mirror she could see her swollen clit was pressed tightly against the part of the shaft remaining outside of her pussy.

It looked so fucking hot, like something you might see in a hardcore fuck magazine. A wet pussy wrapped around a thick toy, and an excited clit, screaming to be licked or sucked, while the woman writhed. Still holding the mirror, she began to pull the toy from her cunt, watching as the lips moved wetly along the veined shaft while she dragged the vibe down and then thrust back sharply into herself again. The sensations were powerful, like she was being fucked hard. Like Hopsie would fuck her once she let him.

She switched the mirror to look at her face, her eyes. She liked that, to see the wild look of need and pleasure glazing over her eyes. She still wished she might see herself fully at orgasm, the look on her face as she lost herself completely. Maybe soon…

She thrust hard again and slid the vibrator back out again, and did it again, struggling now to keep focused on the mirror and the sensations. She dropped the mirror to the floor and lay back in the bed with the toy deeply imbedded in her cunt. She reached down and turned the speed up to high on the toy for her bottom and cried out as her ass muscles clenched in excitement, and then she flipped the switch to high on the thick one in her cunt. At once her clit jumped, from excitement and from having the glorious vibration tease it.

She closed her eyes and pulled up her top so she could play with her nipple and then gave her body over to the pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building fast, waves of pleasure tripping over her, starting slowly and then building faster and faster. Her ass clenched around its intruder while her cunt muscles clamped and tensed around the thickness. Her breathing was fast and raspy as she felt it happen; the exquisite pleasure that she craved, that she had become a slave to crashed around her

During that time the door was pounded again but she was only dimly aware of it, just some faint sound along with the burst of heat and joy that radiated out between her thighs. She may have moaned, she usually does, and cries out at orgasm, but she was not sure if she did. She'd planned to say Hopsie’s name as she came. Perhaps she did but it was not something she could recall. All she was certain of was the incredible clenching and contractions in both her pussy and ass that accompanied her intense orgasm and the exquisite peace that followed, and the way her pussy throbbed with warm satisfaction.

Then more pounding on the door. “Are you alright? I heard screams and…”

Hopsie!! She leapt to the door and threw it open. She locked her lips on his and in a frenzy of lust tore off what was left of her clothes and she tore off his clothes too. She guided his mouth onto her nipples and then down her belly. He knelt in front of her worshipping her godhead and he gave her head too, mumbling worshipful prayers as his tongue spiraled into her sweetness. His hands gripped tight over her firm round ass, fingers digging deep into the succulent flesh. Her thighs squeezed over his face and she weaved her finger in his hair to guide his voracious appetite. She came in a staggering effort to keep herself upright and she flooded honey soft into his mouth. Still panting with pleasure she tugged his ears and pulled his face up to hers for another kiss. Her naked body, still reeling in bliss, quivered against his. She felt his cock nudging between her thighs and she giggled as she pushed him out the door.

He stood for a long time outside her room listening to her wicked laugh as she pleasured herself to sleep.

When he returned to her room in the morning his knock was hesitant but she opened the door quickly wearing nothing but her radiantly and naughty smile.

“Good morning. Thank you for the roses.” She guided him into the room, already tugging off his clothes once again.

He tried to stay calm. “Gee, you look pretty. I hope you slept well.”

“I'm still a little jumpy. How is that, uh, Louise?

“She's just having breakfast.”

“What does she eat? Don't tell me.”

“No, I won't. Um. I hope you didn't mind my coming back like this.”

“It wouldn't be polite if I said I did, would it?”

“No, I don't suppose it would.”

“And it wouldn't be true either.”

“You have the darnedest way of bumping a fellow down and bouncing him up again.”

“And then bumping him down again. You see, Hopsie, you don't know very much about girls. The best ones aren't as good as you probably think they are, and the bad ones aren't as bad.” Holding both his hands she walked backwards to the bed.

“It's cozy, isn't it?” she said lowering her body down and pulling him over her. In his enthusiasm he banged his face against the head board.

“Ohhh, you poor darling! Oh, did you hurt yourself? Oh, put it right there.” His lips rested against one of her rock hard nipples and his cheek caressed against the smooth flesh of her breasts. “Oh, poor darling. Are you all right?”

“Yeah. Oh. What are you laughing at?”

“Oh, it's nothing, darling. It's just that it's so romantic. It reminds me of that other time.”

“What time was that?”

“Oh, I must be a little bit hysterical. I was thinking of when I lost my virginity. You see, I was only 16 at the time. You know how romantic young girls are.”

He’d had enough. He pulled himself upright and pushed his legs between hers. She fought but he held her wrists on either side of her twisting and thrashing head. She snapped her mouth up at him, snarling and biting the air in fury. His cock rammed in, rammed in hard, and he punished her for all the teasing and taunting and he fucked her with a vengeance that Zeus would recognize as he hurled lightning bolts. Barbara’s legs wrapped around him and pulled him in deeper. She bucked and writhed and her body matched each of his thrusts with her own greedy leaps against him.

“Why, Hopsie! Hopsie? Hopsie.” She was in heaven.

[giveittome]

note - inspired by my real life aunt (nameless)

My Aunt's private life

Circa 1958...

Fetishes. We all have them. When it comes to sexual satisfaction, we all have our "fixes". The ones we live for. I refer to my own fetishes as a fever. If you don't deal with 'em, you'll burn up! My fevers started when I was about 9 or 10. That summer, I met my Aunt Clair, whom I'd never seen before. She had just moved back to town after having been down south for several years. Aunt Clair gave me my fevers. When I first saw her, my eyes just about popped out of my head!

She was in her early 30's, remembering it now. She was an attractive, rather short blonde with a thin waist and quite normal figure, but the woman had a pair of tits that defied gravity! They were abnormally huge and heavy looking! The day she came back, there was a party at my Grandmother's house. She went around hugging everybody and probably by total innocence, planted my face right between those giant melons! She damn near suffocated me! It was the first time I'd ever been around a woman with tits so huge. I was awestruck. Suddenly, I was eager to attend family functions and the Saturday night "get together".

I was mesmerized by her heaving, watermelon-shaped torpedoes. Every time I was around her, I couldn't tear my eyes away. She always wore low-cut tops, showing off her massive knockers and very deep cleavage. Obviously, she knew she was stacked beyond belief. The lady was built like Chesty Morgan, though not quite that buxom. She was brash, opinionated and always making jokes about her huge tits - "Careful, Clair - you'll knock everything off the counter". Some of the other women in my family were also busty, but they were flat-chested, compared to Aunt Clair.

I found it astonishing that she was single. No husband and no boyfriend, from what I could see. All of that huge, natural "shelf" of tit - and not a man to be seen. I wanted to know just big those things really were. I wanted the cup size. I had to know. An evening at her apartment gave me my opportunity. With everyone busy in the living room, I went to the restroom (stopping in her bedroom and rummaging through her drawers first). I found one of her bras and boldly took it with me. It was an enormous devise, looking quite capable of supporting a pair of Goodyear blimps! An inspection of the tag revealed the measurement - 42H!

Circa 1974...

Now, in her late-40's, her tits were still massive and weren't falling victim to major sagging. I was a 22 year old high school graduate, working at a grocery store. One day, my Dad asked me to help him paint a couple of rooms at Aunt Clair's apartment. That day opened the door to an unforgettable line of events.

When we got there, she wasn't home. Dad asked me to take pictures off the living room wall. When I got to the last one, I dropped it. I didn't break, but it did cause several hidden pictures to fall out. They showed Aunt Clair standing on a stage wearing a stripper's gown and gloves! Now I had heard that there was a strip-tease house downtown. Several guys from school had told me about it. It got me thinking - was Aunt Clair downtown at night - stripping - showing off her her huge tits to tongue wagging men?

Realizing I was old enough now to legally visit this establishment, I began to tell my parents I was visiting friends, when I was actually going to "The Cat House". The Cat House was basically "always open", except for Sunday. Three days a week, they had Burlesque only dancing. The other three days, it was nonstop strip-tease (topless), from Noon to 3am. There were 3 different live bands that rotated nights. One specific band was my favorite, "Mickey's Hot Four". Those guys played some of the dirtiest strip-tease music I've ever heard. Innuendo for the libido. They just knew the game. The combination of women doing a dirty, trouser tenting strip to that filthy music had me hook - line - sinker. Over the course of 2 weeks, I could afford to go 4 times. The ambiance was staggering. I fell in love with the whole "scene". Of course, my original purpose for even going in there, was to see if my beyond-busty Aunt was in there, showing off those huge tits!

On the fourth night, I got the shock of my life! I always tried to get there just before 8pm. The Cat always had a headliner performing at 8pm. I walked in on the end of a redhead baring all and got the only remaining seat, near the back. The announcer walked on stage as strewn clothing was picked up. He gave the obligatory "And now, the moment"... speech and introduced "Miss Mona - and her amazing twins!" I about swallowed my tongue, as my Aunt Clair sashayed out onto the stage, wearing a full-length sparkly green gown with matching arm-length gloves! Son-of-a-bitch, I was right! I almost fell out of my seat. My new found love for the strip-tease was suddenly thrown together with watching Aunt Clair reveal her massive twins for all to see!

The live band, the one that played the great stripper jazz, started playing this raunchy, slowed down, drum thumping, trumpet growling groove! It was similar to the music in the striptease scene in The Graduate - very close. Meanwhile, "Miss Mona" began to bump and grind, teasing every male crotch in the place! Her massive bosoms bounced around, as she kept perfect rhythm with the wicked, suggestive music! The gloves were peeled off first, nice and slow, and tossed into the crowd. The trumpet was wah wah-ing away, as Aunt Clair gave me a libido-charged trouser snake. I was as hard as a steel beam! She turned her back and began to slowly unzip the jug crammed gown. Every guy in there wanted to see those massive tits!

She let the gown fall to the floor and shook her ass to the sizzling, wailing trumpet! I found it difficult to not grab my junk and pleasure myself, as I watched the woman of all my teenage fantasies go fully topless! Then, she turned around and expertly tossed her gravity-defying tits around, as the sleazy music reached it's crescendo. She took them in her hands and pressed them together, giving us all a riveting image, as the zipper-ripping strip music finally ended! I picked my jaw up off the floor and asked for a drink from the bartender. I was sweating. I was a mess. I couldn't believe what I just saw...

[80child]

note - inspired by legendary adult actress Racquel Darrian , not a rendering of a true story but fiction .

Having enjoyed her recent Halloween party coupling in her Catwoman costume with her mystery Batman , Racquel had arranged another visit with Randy , she had discovered he was in Real Estate in L.A. . This time she had hired a Wonder Woman outfit and was in her bedroom trying it out . A red halter top with gold trim held her perky 36 C breasts up high and her midriff of toned abs under a gold belt which rested on her wide hips showed above her star spangled hot pants cut high up on her bare athletic long legs . A pair of red calf high heeled boots finished off the costume . Her long lustrous chestnut hair fell in thick waves over her creamy slim shoulders , a golden tiara over her forehead .
Randy was in the next room and Racquel teetered out on her stiletto heels that gave her 5 foot 6 frame an extra 3 inches . He dressed in a Superman outfit with light blue top and red trunks that were very tight around his 8 inch cock that looked like a metal bar along his groin . They sat on her sofa and kissed for a while , occasionally sipping white wine .
' Are you up for a little game of bondage ? ' , he asked .
' Sounds interesting ' , she answered . In all the years of performing in the business she had never partaken in bdsm before .

They moved to the bedroom where Randy produced some silk scarves and he brought her arms behind her and tied her wrists together and settling them on her bubble butt . Her boobs pushed forward as a result of her arms back and he caressed her neck and shoulders as she shut her eyes , then he yanked the halter top down suddenly . slightly surprised she looked at him with her doe like grey eyes as he fondled her stunning breasts ,perfect in every way . The nipples became erect and he rolled them in his fingers making her purr . He moved his hands all over the big tits feeling the silky skin and she rubbed her thighs together , the unmistakable tingling in her pussy beginning .
His erection became painful trapped in his tight trunks and he pulled them off over his bared legs and over his knee high red boots . His full length sprang up long and proud and Racquel grew excited at the sight of it poking up from his groin . Then he put his fingers in the waistband of her hot pants and slowly tugged them down .She wriggled her hips and felt the satin slid down he gorgous ass . He stroked the rounded cheeks and she pressed back a him relishing his touch .
Then she caught her breath as he found her hot damp slit and inserted his middle finger inside . She let out a groan as he finger fucked her and she moved her wrists under the scarves .
' You like that ? ' , he leaned to her and whispered in her ear .
' Uh-huh ' , she murmured squirming on him . Turning her to him as they sat side by side he got a better look at her smooth shaven labia with the dark brown triangle of hair on top and his prick twitched at the sight .
He pressed her shoulders and helped her onto her knees on the bed then held his stiff cock to her scarlet lips and she opened her mouth taking the swollen head in . It felt huge in her mouth and she kept it there before making small sucking motions , just on the tip , quickly and short . With her hands behind her she yearned to take his thick shaft and rub it , but all she could do was suck on him using her head only . Randy moved forward sending himself in and out of her salivating mouth and she moaned on him .He popped out and he re-inserted his cock immeadiately . He watched in awe as he vanished into her mouth and down her throat , and he took a handful of her hair in his fist . She felt so tight on him he had to withdraw for fear of coming too soon .
' Ready to fuck me babe ? ' , her own pussy ached to be filled , and he lifted her and placed her on knees facing the back of the bed . Her cute butt poked up and he came behind her widening her legs with his muscled thighs and rested her bound hands on her narrow lower back . Lining up his stiff hard on with her slit he shoved right in giving her half his length and she yelled out in delight at being pierced . He pulled back , and holding her by the hips pushed home again and started moving back and forth sending shivers of pleasure through the brunette goddess . Racquel tossed her head back sending her waves of hair down over her shoulders as he fucked her in steady deep strokes . She pushed back at him as he pumped her and together they got into a rthythm where their eager bodies smacked against each other .
' OOOOO my goodness ' , she cried , ' fuck that pussy baby ' .
Randy moved in and out faster and her pussy seemed like it was on fire . So good did it feel she neared her climax , the fat prick sliding in her rapidly .
' FFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK ' , Racquel came over his cock sending juices down her soft inner thighs . Then he leaned back and pulled out his dripping tool as she rested her head on the back of the bed panting .

' I got another idea ' , said Randy and untied the scarves around her wrists and laid her on her back and retied one wrist to the bedpost , then the other . With her arms above her head and boobs high up on her chest as her back arched , Randy widened her legs she sighed as he stroked her thighs just above her red boots then put his face to her cunt and licked on the bared clit while he probed inside her hotness with a finger .
' So..won..der..ful ' , she moaned , burying her head back in the pillows . She tugged on her binds as he crept up between her and lunged in . Racquel clamped her boots along his upper thighs and leaned up to watch as he rose and fell on her fucking her deep and hard . He fondled her big right boob and she mumbled words of pleasure a she bucked up at him . Her pussy was stuffed with his meat and a thousand electric shocks ran through her . Leaning over her incredible curvy body he sucked both her tits occasionally kissing her hard on the mouth . All the time he rammed her with his whole weight on her , so his pubic bone ground on her clit .
' AAAAA baby , you're gonna , aa aaaa aa aaaaa , cummmmmm '. As she screamed out , her face blushing , her head tossing to and fro , she orgasmed , her pussy tigthening around his throbbing cock. He dug his boots into the matress so his calf muscles rippled and thrust up violently sending his hot cum inside her . He held still as he gushed and gushed hholding his body up on his arms as Racquel wrapped arms and legs around him . As he separated from her , her cunt leaked out combined liquid down the crack of her ass .
' Man of steel, cock of steel ! ' , they both laughed at her joke and hugged each other , breathing hard and perspiring in the California heat.

END

[80child]

Racquel Darrian planned to reciprocate for her light bondage / roleplay of yesterday when her latest lover Randy had tied and fucked her in her Wonder Woman costume . Next day she had visited the same Hollywood costumers and acquired two pairs of handcuffs and returned to her L.A. home awaiting him .
Later after both has donned their outfits again , she in the red halter top , blue and white hotpants and red calf high boots , and he in the Superman outfit . She tied him to her best chair , his wrists secured with the handcuffs by his sides and his boots , at the ankles with the silk scarves .
Racquel looked at him satisfied , his muscular body and strong thighs rippled as he tested his binds .
' Can you move at all ? ', she asked and he shook his head .
He gazed at her perfect form , the chestnut hair that billowed over her soft shoulders , large breasts , small waist and long long legs . He eyed especially the perky 36 C boobs barely contained by the low top . His cock laid uncomfortably along his left thigh trapped snugly in the tight trunks .
With her hands on her hips , legs spread apart she as like a goddess , and he yearned to strip her and fuck her . Nearing him Racquel trailed her index finger across his chest under the light blue top then lifted his chin and kissed him gently . Her hand snaked down and hovered over his aching erection .
' You seem pleased to see me ' , she grinned and gripped his hard cock before releasing it suddenly . He groaned with frustration and he shifted his hips . Standing , she reached behind her and unzipped the top letting it roll down her large tits revealing them to him . His eyes widened at the sight of the round enhanced boobs with the big nipples . Then she slowly went to her knees and tugged at his trunks , dragging then up from his butt and down to his ankles . His 8 inch prick stood up and rested on his belly . Relieved , he sighed , then cried out as she wrapped her hand around the base and lightly rubbed on the fat shaft .
As she brought him to a high state of passion she put her mouth to the head and enveloped it . Caressing his groingand thighs she began sucking half the length , pushing her mouth over him and bobbing her head back and forth . He closed his eyes tight as her tongue raked along he shaft with every suck . He rocked his hips desperately fucking her mouth in sync with her so he sank down her throat . Racquel was famed for her expert blow jobs in the adult industry and he saw why .
Raising her head and looking at him with big grey eyes she brought her two big breasts together around his stiff pole and started to slide them up and down along the throbbing shaft . Randy threw his head back as the brunette beauty tit fucked him as well as poking out her warm tongue and licking the tip every time it emerged from her deep cleavage .
' You are amazing ', he whimpered feeling his meat being massaged by her perfect boobs .

Standing up Racquel , with wet tits slowly began to pull down her stretchy star spangled hotpants . Bending at the waist she drew them over her slender athletic legs , her boobs hanging under her till she stood back upp , naked except for the red boots .
' Like what you see ' , then staring at his twitching and swollen prick said
' I guess so ' . He eyes were fixed on her V between her upper thighs and groin where her shaven pussy with the brown hair topped it . Running a hand through her mane of dark curly hair she swung her right leg over his lap and held his cock in her hand , stroking it , then , aroused greatly herself lowered her hot pussy onto the rigid hard rod . Breathing in sharply she sank down till his entire length was inside her . she sat on his lap , completely filled up and with both heeled boots in the carpet , leaned forward kissing his broad chest .
' I'm gonna fuck you till you explode ' . He pulled on his wrists in vain as he cute bubble ass rose then fell steadily on him delighting in the hot cock of his . He in turn loved the feel of her smothering him with her wet tunnel .
She felt his muscles tighten in his thighs as she caressed them riding the monster prick faster , lifting up high then slamming down to his groin , her legs smacking on his body loudly . Unable to move she showed no mercy bouncing on him with pleasure , her great breasts jiggling as she did so . He looked at them mesmerised , the best pair of tits he had ever seen .
' Don't stop babe , don't fucking stop ' . Her feet shifted every time she slammed down and she gripped his legs so as not to lose control . They were both totally lost in their frenzied fuck , like two animals .
' I fucking love your cock ' , she breathed , ' so thick ' .
Slap , slap , slap , slap sounded her butt as she smashed her hungry cunt onto his steel pole . Teasing him she leaned over , offering her boobs to his mouth , but just out of his reach .
' Oh you bitch , what are you doing to me ! ' . His cock as near bursting point her insides on fire as she rode him vigorously . She loved being impaled like this and she screamed as her orgasm came and her pussy gripped his cock tighter as spasms of pleasure went through her . Then Randy followed suit and jerked his body splashing his cum inside her deep .
She held him inside her as he gushed up , the white cream oozing out of her onto his balls . Lifting up she moved behind the chair and released him and he went forward gripping his dribbling cock and rubbed it in relief .
' So , the score is 1-1 , right ? ' . Racquel nodded , but every one was a winner she thought really .

END