This week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt was a penny for your thoughts. I have had this thought twisting around in my head for a while.
Your face between my legs
Hands on my hips
Lips on my lips
Your tongue slips into my slit
Stroking my swelling clit
My fingers twist into your hair
Pressing your face into me
My legs open
Inviting you in to devour me
“I want to fuck you right here, right now.” His cock was hard on her arse. His words were a secret whispered in her ear amongst the music and the chatter of drunken people all around them. His hands cupped her breasts under her shirt teasing her nipples.
Hot breath escaped from her lips and she spread her feet, bracing against the back of the chair as his fingers slid downwards into her slit. One arm held her firmly as the other hand teased her hardening clit. His beard tickled against her cheek as his breathing sounded in her ear. His finger slid down further, seeking her opening. The sounds of the party around them seemed to fade into the background. All that mattered was him, exploring and the urgency building.
There was a ripping sound of velcro being opened and she felt the hot velvety skin of his cock on her butt. Pre-cum smeared over her arse as he moved his cock between her butt cheeks. Like a dog on heat she bent forward and opened herself to him. For the briefest of seconds he paused at her opening before sliding the length of his cock into her hungry wet cunt.
She wondered who was watching, then he began pumping into her. She realised she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of being fucked over a chair. His fingers worked over her clit and the juice of her arousal began to trickle down the inside of her leg. She could feel the tension building in him as he fucked her harder. The familiar yearning began to build.
Almost before she knew it he was there on the edge. His breathing changed, the rhythm of his stroke changed slightly and his fingers gripped her more tightly. She arched her back in anticipation she wanted to be filled with all he could give her.
He did not disappoint. With a long groan he emptied himself into her. She could feel his cock pulsing and relished the shuddering of his body, responding with her own cries of pleasure. He slumped over her back, breathing heavily. She rested her head on her arm and let the warmth flow through her. He pulled away from her slowly, reluctantly, his cock sliding out of her. A trickle of cum wound its way down her leg glistening in the party lights.
f you go down to the woods today
You’re in for a big surprise
The nursery rhyme sprang into Carrie’s mind as she wound through the trees. All around her were sounds of the bush, chattering of birds and buzzing of cicadas
There’s lots of marvellous things to eat
And wonderful games to play
She came upon a small clearing and there he was, sitting quietly on a rug. He was watching the fairy wrens flitting about. She took a few moments to spy on him, smiling to herself as her eyes travelled over the familiar body. Before long he noticed her and gracefully got to his feet. Standing in the bush completely naked he took her breath away. Immediately she noticed the glint of silver around his cock pushing his balls forward to frame his semi erect member. Quickly she followed his unspoken instruction and shed her clothing, shivering a little as the cool air caressed her skin.
“It is so good to see you.” His voice was soft in her ear as he stepped forward and placed a blindfold around her eyes. Only when the fabric was secure did he take a moment to kiss her hello. She stood still, waiting as he moved away. Then he was back, she could hear his breath and smell his aftershave. He pressed a strawberry against her lips. Opening her mouth she let him feed her the sweet treat.
Beneath the trees where nobody sees
He led her to the side of the clearing. Her arms were lifted and she felt the coarse rope binding her hands around the trunk of the tree. Bark scratched her naked breasts as he spread her legs. Cool air whispered around her twitching wet cunt. The sound of bird calls seemed to fade into the background as the clamour of her desire rang loud in her mind.
His body pressed against her back, she could feel his hard cock against her arse and his heavy breathing in her ear. His fingers slid into her slick opening. Unconsciously her knees bent apart inviting him to pleasure her deeply. Her own breathing came harder and faster ending in small moans. She ached to be filled with the hot hard cock that seemed to be throbbing against her arse.
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.
“Do you want this cock?” His voice was hot and gruff in her ear
“Yes,” She whispered against the bark of the tree.
“I can’t hear you,” His fingers pressed against her g-spot making her knees buckle.
“YES!” Her voice rang through the clearing.
Watch them, catch them unawares
His body left hers and for long moments there was silence. Emotions tumbled through her mind Fear that he had left her tied and vulnerable began to creep in.
And then he was back. Except he wasn’t. This man smelled different.
A hot hard cock filled her. Despite herself she groaned in pleasure.
Who it was no longer mattered.
For the month of January Brigit has chosen winter themed prompts. I try but I just can’t get my head around them! I am a child of the sun. Snow and fires have never been part of my experience. For Flash Fiction Friday this week I bring you a story of naked people enjoying a beautiful summer day.
It started as a bit of a joke. What would it be like to sit under the table and pleasure those sitting around? Could it be a game where nobody knew if they would be next. Would the men (and maybe the women) be able to keep their poker faces?
Somehow the time never seemed right. She tested the table a couple of times. Making sure it was high enough and the legs were not going to get in the way. It was more spacious under there than she expected. The height between the table and the seat seemed enough to fit her head. Maybe it would work.
The day was warm and everyone felt comfortable to lose some clothing. There were enough people around the table to make it a fun thing to do. Without explaining she slipped under the table. Twisting her body to fit in between the first pair of legs. She wet her lips and slid them down the shaft. This was not the game she had discussed with her husband. This was just her being a dirty greedy slut. How could she resist with so much beautiful cock just there in front of her?
The first man didn’t hide his pleasure. He was hard in her mouth She tasted the salt of his pre-cum and she knew she had him. But there were more cocks that she could see. Sitting stiffly between legs wondering if they would get a turn. She twisted her body and positioned herself between another pair of legs. She could see his face as she took him into her mouth. Sliding her lips all the way down his shaft. She wasn’t taking prisoners today. Her fingers gripped the base of his cock firmly and she sucked him firmly. His leg trembled as she watched the pleasure on his face.
With a grin she moved to the next one. Thick and strong. She loved this cock. Had always loved it. Even when she struggled to fit it into her mouth. She watched the familiar face as her lips pleasured him. Every crevice, every vein was familiar she knew how to pleasure and she did her best to pleasure him.
There was one more. A new man. One she had never seen before. His cock was pretty. Neat and clean. From the first moment she saw it she knew she wanted it. But she had held back. Waiting. Not wanting to be greedy or to block the other women. Now, her sense of politeness went out of the window. She took all of him into her mouth, tasting the salt drip of pre-cum on his tip as she sucked. Cramped under the table she was limited in her exploration. But there was time. Sometime, in the future she would explore him properly.
“What is this?” Adam pulled a large cardboard box down from a shelf. The words “Lost and Found” were scrawled across the side of the box. Liz looked over her shoulder and grinned.
“I wouldn’t look in there.”
Adam placed the box on the table, “Why not?” His fingers pulled open the flaps.
“It is stuff I used to find on the floor after I had parties.”
He looked at her with one eyebrow raised, “Those parties?” The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
Her brown eyes met with his across the room, “Yes, THOSE parties.”
He looked back at the box. Curiosity crowded his mind but on the other hand did he REALLY want to look in there? “Why did you keep this stuff?” He tried to sound casual. He told Liz a lot of things he thought about, but not everything.
“I honestly don’t know. I thought that people might ask about something they left behind and I didn’t want to tell them I threw their precious item in the trash.” She laughed. “But I doubt they are going to call up NOW to ask about some random thing they left at a sex party six months ago. Can you just chuck it in the bin?”
“OK.” Adam carried the box out of the room and down the stairs. Liz watched him go. For a moment she wondered. Adam thought he was subtle. But he was a man for heavens sakes.
Next to the dumpster Adam allowed himself a peek inside the box. There they were, red and satiny with lace trim. Somehow they found their way into his pocket. Two days later he found them, peeking out of his pocket as he threw clothes into the washing machine. He held them up for a few moments. Who had worn them? What had they done? Why had they forgotten to pick them up as they left? Somehow they went into the washer.
Later that afternoon he found them in the dryer, tucked between his trousers and his socks. He picked them up and ran them through his fingers. Nicely washed they smelled fresh when he touched the silky fabric to his face. The next morning the red satin gleamed at him from his underwear drawer. Without thinking he slid them over his arse. The smooth coolness of the satin stretched across his cock. Pleasantly squashing his balls against his body and bunching up his cock.
At work in the bathroom stalls he allowed himself to stroke his cock through the satin. A feeling of daring surged through him and he found himself snapping a picture of red shiny satin peeking through his trouser zip. The panties restricted him nicely as his cock leaked pre-cum.
It was time to show her.
Liz’s phone pinged. Her eyes widened as she looked at the image.
Under her desk, between her thighs her own red satin panties became a little damp.
This story is an alternate perspective of last weeks entry “In the Dark”
His ears strained listening for sounds that would tell him what was happening down the hallway. Since she had left their bed time had seemed to stop. The house was quiet in the early morning. In other rooms other people slept. Oblivious to what was unfolding. A faint sound of pleasure came from the room at the other end of the house. Jake’s ears pricked. His cock twinged in response.
In response to the sounds from the other end of the house he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock squeezing gently. He imagined her sliding into the bed next to the other man. Her hands moving over his body as she roused him from sleep. The unmistakable sound of her pleasure came softly to his ears. He knew that she had woken him and he was pleasuring her. Was his hand sliding between those silky thighs he knew so well? Did she gush juice over his hand as he fingered her folds.
Sounds of their pleasure increased. He could hear heavy breathing as they pleasured each other. A rhythmic squeak told him they had started to fuck. In his mind Jake could see her sitting proudly astride him her magnificent breasts bouncing in time with her movements as his cock was buried deep in her cunt. A deep guttural moan excited his hard cock even more. His hand shuffled up and down as he listened to them fucking in the other room. The squeaking of the bed became more frantic before he heard the sound of his climax. Alone in his bed Jake’s body arched as he imagined him pumping his seed into her.
The sounds of pleasure ebbed away and silence descended into the cool early morning air. Once more Jake found himself pricking his ears, straining for a sound to inform him of what was happening. The soft patter of feet on the wooden floor warned him of her return. What gift would she bring him?
Without a word she slid back into the warmth of his bed. They kissed briefly but his mind was focussed completely on something else. Urgently, more forcefully than normal he pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs. He dipped his fingers into her cunt feeling the different texture of her wetness. The smell of semen filled his nostrils and his desire was overpowering.
“Sit on my face.” He whispered into the darkness.
Without question she obliged spreading her thighs and smothering him in the glorious smell and taste that she had carried back to him. He tried to hold back, to savour his gift but he was incapable. His fingers gripped her hips as he pulled her down to bury his face in her cunt. Another man’s semen and his own wife’s juice covered his face. His desire for her had never been so overwhelming. He needed to fuck her. To cover his cock with cum and pussy juice. To fully enjoy her gift.
Sleep receded slowly as his body became aware of her sliding into the bed beside him. His cock stirred as she snuggled beside him, In the midnight darkness of his room their lips met, his hands caressed her soft curves, cupping her breast and tasing her nipples before sliding downwards to the space between her thighs. Her hand closed around his stiffening cock stroking gently. As his arousal grew his breathing became quicker. Fo so long he had waited for this. Many evenings they had flirted. Once or twice they had caressed and fondled but somehow she had never been in his bed. It was almost like the dream that he had been enjoying.
His fingers slid into her slit. She was slick and wet with arousal and her body arched towards him. Her legs fell open inviting his fingers deeper towards the centre of her arousal. He responded to her invitation, sliding deeper into her folds until he found her swollen nub. He circled the little node with wide gentle circles as she writhed and gasped against him. Her hand covered his pressing his fingers harder against her groin. The sound of her voice increased sending echoes of her pleasure down the darkened hallway to the ears of other people listening in other rooms. He slid his fingers inside her and was rewarded with a jet of warm liquid covering his hand and making a damp patch on the sheets beneath them.
He leaned down and kissed her, he could feel her smiling in the darkness. Pleased with herself at surprising him. She pushed herself upright and straddled his hips so that his cock was resting against her wet opening. She moved her hips so that his cock was rubbing against her clit causing her to shudder in pleasure. Warm juice spurted over his belly dribbling down onto the sheets. The sound of her pleasure filled the room. He reached up and cupped her breasts, delighting in their fullness as she pleasured herself against his cock. In the movement and the wetness his cock slipped inside her. She ground down onto him, pushing his cock deep into herself. A small sliver of dawn light pierced the darkness and he could see her watching him intently as she rocked her hips over his cock. Her cunt was so wet and so hungry that he knew he wouldn’t last long.
Somehow it didn’t matter. She was intent on milking his climax from him. He allowed himself to ride the waves of pleasure she was giving him. He gripped her hips firmly moving her faster, in time with the rising tension in his body. The orgasm ripped through him making him cry out in pleasure. She held his cock inside her until the orgasm ebbed away and he was lying quietly, basking in the afterglow. Without a word she slipped out of his bed and padded quietly down the hallway taking the memory of his orgasm pleasure back to her waiting husband.
Tattoos can be so very sexy. The way they kind of wind around on your skin and tell stories of your life. The Second Mate’s intrigued me. His were very, very personal. The first one I noticed was the one on his arm. It only took a few moments to realise it was symbolic of his service. There was a dog tag, and a flag and some other symbolic things I didn’t understand. But I never asked him about it.
I was drawn to him when I first saw him. He told me
“I will be the big guy standing there.”
And he was. Everything about him was big. His height, his shoulders, his hands…
Everything about him was sexy. His eyes, the way his hands pinched my nipples and left finger bruises on my breast. The way he would lay me down and hold my legs open so he could watch me play a vibe over my clit. The way he told me to spend an entire day wearing no underwear so that he could put his fingers into me every time I bent down to put away a rope or adjust some sailing gear.
Apart from the tattoo there were other marks of service. His hyper vigilance. Trained to see every tiny movement and notice every little thing. He was acutely aware of his environment but also the moods and interactions of the people around him. He noticed when your mood was down and asked how you were going. And when his fingers were inside you he noticed every movement of your face. From the first time he touched me he could play me better than any musician.
There were other scars. Ones that were harder to watch. Physical pain from old injuries. Mental pain from the things he had seen and done. The army is not easy on its infantry. It chews them up and spits out their injured bodies and souls like seeds from a fruit.
Every November 11 we remember the fallen and pray for their souls. This year I will be remembering those who came home and praying that they can heal their souls.
“What is your favourite city?” It seemed a logical thing to ask as they sat on the bonnet of his car looking over the city lights.
“One with no people in it,” she answered without even taking a moment to think.
He was taken aback, “You mean like all the people are dead, “I am Legend” style?”
The light of the moon cast weird shadows over his face as she looked at him. The distortion of his face made it hard to tell if he was taking the piss.
“No, as in somewhere that there aren’t people bumping in to each other and cars honking and pollution and noise.” She replied after a pause
“Oh,” he laughed. “That makes more sense.”
“I hate it when there are too many people around.” She continued.
“Yeh,”
They sat for a moment looking out at the lights twinkling in neat rows. She placed her hand on his thigh.
“I don’t mind individual people though,”
Their eyes met, he reached across and slid his hand underneath her shirt.
“Is that so?”
She slid her hand up his thigh until she was cupping his hard cock through his pants.
“Two people can have a lot of fun together,” She grinned in the semi darkness.
“I agree,” his hand slipped inside her top to cup her breast. He pinched her nipple gently. She gasped in pleasure and her hand twitched against his cock. They slid closer together until they were kissing, hard and hot and heavy. His belt buckle jingled and her hand slid into his pants. Long fingers wrapped around his cock as he yanked at her panties.
There was a pause as he pushed her further up the bonnet of the car so that he could spread her legs. Cool night air caressed her throbbing clit before he pressed his face against her hungry cunt. The night filled with the sound of her pleasure as his tongue stroked over her folds and he dipped his fingers into her.
“I want to fuck you,” his breath was hot and heavy in her ear, his face smelled like her pussy.
“I want you to fuck me,” she replied.
He flipped her over and slid her down to meet his hard cock. She lay against the metal of the car with her legs spread and her arse naked before she felt his cock filling her. Groaning in pleasure she lifted her head. Standing beside the car was another couple they had met earlier in the night.
“This looks like the place to be.” The man smirked as his hand reached into the panties of his wife. “I hope we aren’t invading,”
Lucy looked over her shoulder at Grant with his cock buried deep in her cunt. He shrugged. She turned back to the couple. The woman’s breast was exposed in her man’s hand. It looked delicious.
“Four people can have a lot of fun together,” Was all the she needed to say.
Brigit Delaney runs Flash Fiction Friday every week. Last week’s prompt was the following image;
For an added challenge we were invited to include the lyrics of a song into our entry.
I chose a song, wrote my piece (it was more than the 200 word suggested limit) and then went to the world of no internet for about four days. So I missed the deadline. But, lucky you guys, you still get to read it. I hope you enjoy.
“Good morning,” Keith greeted her from behind the coffee machine. “How is my favourite girl today?” Lesley smiled as she donned her apron.
“Looks like another busy day,” she gestured around the café. A week ago the place was packed with holiday makers. Today a few locals wandered in to collect their morning brew on their way to work.
“Well you know how it is.” Keith shrugged, “Everyone wants to go to the beach when it is hot but as soon as the weather turns…”
Lesley made herself a cup of coffee and sat in the corner to read the paper before her shift officially started. In the corner the Jukebox played.
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
Unbidden memories came to her mind of a man she had met a month ago. The locals always made a point of avoiding tourists. Somehow this one had gotten past her defences.
I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
She had noticed him from the moment he walked into the café. Tall, confident. His presence filled the room. Later she watched him playing cricket on the beach with his friends. His skin glistened as he struck the ball. The crotch of her swimsuit was damp, and not just from sweat.
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Later that night he walked into the bar where she sat with her friends. Their eyes met and suddenly he was beside her, buying a drink. The rest of the night was a blur of cocktails, dancing, flirting and fucking in the alley outside the bar.
Remember how you made me crazy
Remember how I made you scream
They had spent every night together. She loved to tease him, stroking his cock until he was hard then skipping away out of his reach. He would return the favour by stroking her pussy until she felt the head and warmth building and then leave her hanging, gasping for release. He would hold her wrists together and look into her eyes;
“Wait,” he would say.
Then he would bury his face into her cunt as if he were a man starving. Orgasm after orgasm would shudder through her body until she was pushing his face away, but he would press harder bringing her to climax again and again.
Out on the road today
I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said
“Don’t look back you can never look back”
Lesley knew what would happen. His holiday would end, he would leave, and she would be a notch on his belt. The chick who filled his bed during his vacation. She knew that he wasn’t losing sleep about her. She had gone out and rekindled a relationship with an ex to try and get him out of her head. “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else”. It was fun and it made her feel a little better until some stupid song made her remember.
The song finished as she drained the last of her coffee. Lesley straightened her apron and got ready to work.
Corrupting Mrs Jones 