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Gangster Love

Isabella raised her head from the dripping cock and wiped her chin on her bare shoulder.  She gave the man a toothy smile and crawled across the floor to her next assignment.

At one end of the room stood a clump of idle girls – not the favorites, Isabella thought smugly.  The favorites were on their knees, crawling between bosses, slurping and moaning and, sometimes, embracing one another at the center of the chamber.  Every breast was bare, and most of the men lounged on cushions with their pants unzipped.

She reached Alanzo and curled up between his knees.  He ruffled her hair.  "Izzy, baby. I feel like we haven’t talked in months.“

Leaning her head back so she was resting it on his stomach, she fluttered her eyelashes at him.  "We haven’t.  You’ve been busy with Vera.”  She narrowed her eyes just enough to show exactly how she felt about her fellow entertainer.

“Awww, Izzy.”  Alanzo cupped her chin and tilted her head so she was a sleek, dark line from chin to sternum.  "You know I’ll always come back to you.“

"Yes,” Isabella purred, rolling over so her face rested in his crotch.  "Because I’m the best.“

Her eyes still trained on him, she went down on his cock, flattening her tongue to take him all the way in.  A sigh shivered out of him and he slumped, melancholy but sated.  Isabella bobbed on his cock, working her hands as well.

Alanzo’s head lolled and he gazed at Isabella through half-closed eyes.  "Hey.  Listen.”  His voice was almost too quiet for her to hear, so she released him with a pop of her lips and swung to her feet, straddling him.  She buried her knees deep in the couch cushions on either side of him and sank down on his waiting cock.  Spasms of pleasure pulled them closer together; she rested her head against the side of his, eyes closed, waiting.

“There’s a big delivery going down on Sunday.  Church time.  Enrico, Teddy, a few of the others – they’re dragging something out of the boats and distributing it while the holies are occupied.”  Alanzo’s lips barely moved against her ear, the soft, moist skin making her cartilage tingle.

“Got it,” she said back, just as discreetly.  She folded her torso and then leaned into him.  He grabbed her ass and pressed her down as far as she would go.  Isabella curled her tongue into the corner of her mouth and bumped her forehead against Alanzo’s.

“Well aren’t you just the strong, healthy stud today.”

“I do what I can,” the gangster said, and gritting his teeth he began to bounce his lap.  Isabella gripped him with startling strength and threw her head back, her large breasts flying up to smack her under the chin, her moan coming out in staccato snaps.  Her fingers dug into Alanzo’s shoulders and her mouth dropped open as she climaxed; Alanzo showed her a set of yellow teeth and then leaned forward to nibble her nipples.  He left bright red marks on her areolas.

Isabella dropped her hand to her clit and flicked it with two fingers while she continued to pump.  She lowered her back into the motion, riding with all of her energy, until Alanzo finally huffed and surged into her, a hot flood.  Isabella caught up her hair and settled on his lap, pulling her feet out from behind her so she was almost squatting over him.

“There you go, Mister Alanzo, sir,” she said with a teasing grin.

He wheezed in her ear, his scruff tickling her cheek. “Come back sooner next time,” he said, smacking her cheek with a kiss and then echoing the sound on her ass.

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Little Darlin’

“Ho, boy!”

John looked up from his campfire at the horse he had heard coming an hour back.  He touched the brim of his hat to the figure silhouetted against the setting sun.  "Evenin’, partner.“

The rider giggled and swung down off the fidgety animal’s back.  John tried to keep his eyes from widening but was only partly successful – the riding skirts were too shocking.  "Ahh, my ‘pologies.  Evenin’, ma’am.”

“Ain’t no ladies from where I’m standin’.”  The girl flipped her hat off, loosening a mane of curly brown hair and revealing freckled cheeks and a tilted smile.  She thrust her hand in John’s face.  "You can call me Little Darlin’.“

"Can I now?”  A suspicious bubble boiled up in John’s gut, and he stared at the hand without taking it.  The looming emptiness of the desert around him seemed to yawn and shift.  "Or is there gold to be paid if’n I do?“

The girl narrowed her eyes for just a second, then collapsed into a cross-legged sitting position next to the fire.  "Nah, not out ‘ere.  Out ‘ere we’re all just lonely and lookin’ for some company.”

“I see.”  John kept his voice level.  "And what sort o’ company you be huntin’ tonight?“

"Yours,” the girl said.  She shrugged, digging her teeth into something she’d fished out of the leather bag on her belt.  "Probably.“

John sized her up for another long moment.  Despite her haphazard appearance, she was at ease and in surprisingly good condition for as long as her stallion’s hooves indicated they’d been traveling.  He guessed she had a small firearm tucked away somewhere, but he didn’t imagine she would use it.  He straightened up.  "Arright.  Shoot.  What’s your game?”

“I like cock,” she said, wrapping her whole tongue around the word with a toothy smile, “and ain’t no spit-polish piece o’ wood gonna satisfy my hungry pussy.”

John’s body responded for him.  He leaned towards her, and this time he was the one to offer his hand.  "I think I can help with that.“

She tugged him with such strength that he fell forward onto her, and they both landed in the sand.  Her hands were clutching at his hair, sliding into his shirt to grope his back, then slipping into his pants and finding where he was waiting for her.  John kissed the place he loved to kiss on women: where the jaw met the neck, the knot of strength and determination.  She moaned and arched up against him.

He sat up to paw at her skirts until he found where they came loose from one another.  Separating them with deft fingers, he found her, too, waiting eagerly.  Already she was thrusting, her torso writhing and her legs scrabbling for traction in the sand.  John ducked beneath the skirts and put his mouth against her, breathing in sweat and horse and desire.  He lapped at her until she wailed like a coyote, head thrown back towards the moon.

He found the gun, in the top of her boot, and gently slipped it free.  He felt her tense, then relax, then laugh, "Well, hungry is as hungry does,” and came against his cheek.  His face dripping, John flipped her skirts up against her chest and unzipped his pants.  He wiped his cheek on his shoulder, smiling down.

“Come along, little darlin’.”

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Commanded Cat

She wished she had real ears to flick, cowering against his leg at the sight of so many new people milling about the convention center.  She looked up at Him enquiringly, and He tugged gently on the leash attached to her collar.

“Come on, girl,” He said, and they started moving towards the entrance at a slow pace to accommodate her knees.  Despite the kneepads, the ground was hard, and she was worried the body-tight leopard fursuit might be damaged.

Someone rushed up to them in a vibrant blue squirrel outfit.  "Oh my god!  Is that a cat?“

"She’s mine,” He said with a contented smile.

She blushed and pretended to wash her face with a paw.  Beneath the warm suit, she could feel moisture gathering against her tiny panties.  Of all of the reasons she donned the suit, this was the most fulfilling.

“Up, girl!”  He tugged on the leash and she obeyed, rearing up and pawing at the end of the leash, which He dangled like a toy.  "See?“ He added when she dropped back down to all fours, "she’s an lovely obedient thing.”

The squirrel nodded admiringly.  "I’d say so.“

"Come along,” He said, and led her towards the bathrooms.  She trotted along at an impressive clip, the weight of the collar a solid reminder of the power He held over her.

Finally they reached the three doors – men’s, women’s, family.  He opened the family door and motioned her in.  The floor was not spotless and she wrinkled her nose, but obeyed, her whole body shuddering with the arousal of following orders.

When they were inside, He lifted her to her feet and embraced her.  "Wash your hands, and then come to the corner.“

"Yes sir,” she said; she was permitted to speak when she was not on all fours, in character.

When she was finished with the aromatic soap, she dried her hands carefully and turned around.  He had already unzipped His pants but was waiting for her to finish the unclothing.  Her spine tingled but she kept it erect.

He, too, was erect, and she spent a moment basking in His glory: the unblemished head, the ridges that gave her such pleasure, the veins like gentle rivers.  She kissed the tiny hole and now she was shuddering with uncontrollable heat.

His hands were all over her, now on her ass, now on her cheeks: “Don’t move,” He said, and stalked around her to the back of the suit.  The zipper slid down, cold against her back, but she held herself rigidly as He had commanded.

He reached beneath her when the suit fell away and His fingers wandered from her asshole to her clit.  They lingered there, taunting her.  "Don’t move,“ He whispered in her ear, an unbearable tickle.  She stiffened, her mind full of the pleasure to come, all beneath an even more overwhelming desire to serve.

"Not even your lips,” He said, and lifted His hand from her crotch and slipped His fingers into her mouth.  He teased his cock between her cheeks, then slowly bent her over and lunged into her entrance.  She had to bite her lip but remained still, except for the necessities of gravity.

“Tell me,” He said, “how much you love me.”

“I love you so fucking much.”  It burst out of her, undammed.  "So fucking much.  I will walk on my hands and knees for you.  I will take you in my mouth and bring you to orgasm.  I will do whatever you say.“

"I will do whatever you say, sir,” He said, applying a slap to her ass.  It made her squeeze Him, rippling along his shaft, and his breathing changed.

“I will do whatever you say, sir,” she gasped.  "Everything, sir.  Every desire that passes through your mind.  Sir.“

"Good girl,” He said, and He draped Himself over her back and gave her what she wanted more than anything in the world, in that moment.

His hand lingered over hers and His fingers wandered over the dark ring on her left hand.  She felt Him smile.

“Good girl,” He said again.

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Big Black Birthday

“Darlin’, someone’s at the door!”  Miles kept ruffling his hair with a towel, standing naked in the glaring lights of the hotel bathroom.  "I’m still naked.“

"Oh good,” drifted Penny’s voice from outside the bathroom.  Miles heard the lock rasp and Penny speak with someone – a man – in low tones.  Her giggle broke up the undertones and Miles squinted one eye at himself in the mirror.

The door shut.  There was no sound, even when Miles froze.  "Hello?  Penny?“

"Come on out, you.  And happy freakin’ birthday.”

“But I’m – ”  He caught the urgency and blazed through the door, boldly naked.

Penny perched on the edge of the queen bed, in the nude herself.  She wiggled her toes in delight and grinned.  "Miles, this is Darren.  He’s going to, uh, hang out with us.“

Miles’s gaze dropped to what was indeed hanging with Darren.  The dark-skinned man was wearing a man-thong and nothing else, and it barely concealed what appeared to be a very, very sizable boner.  He was standing a respectful distance away from Penny, though, despite his lack of clothing, and Miles’s imagination did a gleeful little dance as he realized the possibilities of the situation.

"Well,” he said, smiling, extending his hand to Darren but glancing at Penny with a doting smile (thanks, you, I love you so fucking much), “this will be fun.”

Penny clapped her hands together in delight.  "YES.  Best birthday ever.“

"Let’s do it,” Darren said, and tackled them both so they collapsed in a nearly-naked pile on the bed.  In the chaos, his thong came free and landed on the corner of the TV.  Darren arranged himself at the top of the bed, while Miles tried not to look too hard at his rising cock.

“I do what you want,” he said with a shrug, when he realized neither of the couple were making a move.  "What’s first?“

Penny got a sly smile on her face.  "Suck his cock,” she said, pointing at Miles.

“As my lady commands!”  Darren scooted forward and ran his wide tongue up Miles’s cock.  Miles shuddered as Darren got to the tip, but he closed his eyes and relaxed into the substantial pull Darren had.  His fists began to clench at his belly and he was moving with the fellatio, and suddenly Penny was there, pulling Darren off and laughing.

“Enough!  You’re going to make this a lot quicker process than I paid you for.”

The big black man looked suddenly sheepish in front of the tiny redhead.  "Sorry about that,“ he mumbled.

Miles drew in a long breath.  "Phew. It’s fine.  But do her now.  And,” he said, his eyes lighting up, “I will too.  You good with that, darlin’?”

“Perfectly,” Penny said, with a grin that said she thought much more highly of it than she was saying.

Darren lay down and Penny straddled him.  He ran his dark hands over her pale skin, letting out a low whistle as he clasped her by the hips.  "You are tiny, little lady.“

"Yoga,” Penny said, flipping her hair into a quick bun.  She leaned down over Darren so her breasts dangled in his face, and while he lapped at her nipples, she looked over her shoulder at Miles.  She gave him a smile that was pure love and affection and then tilted so her ass was presented to him.  "Please?“  She wriggled slightly.

Overwhelming adoration rushed through Miles, hardening his cock again.  "Shut up and let me do my work,” he growled playfully, reaching up and turning her face by her cheeks so she was looking down at Darren.  "Enjoy my present.“

Penny let out a squeak as Darren entered her.  "Oh god.  That’s new.  And big.  Miles!  Please!” Her voice was breathier now, more desperate.

Miles took her ass in both hands and squeezed it together, then bent and flicked his tongue around her asshole to wet it.  She moaned and arched her back, more readily displaying her offering, and Miles hefted himself, reached for the lube on the nightstand, and pressed up against her.  He eased in, gauging his speed and eagerness on Penny’s soft sounds, and then he looked down.  Three sets of legs: one pale, two hairy, one darker than a night sky.  He grinned and began to thrust slowly.

The contented groans of three human beings wound around one another and filled the hotel room.

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Coming Out

Eliza’s hands were beading sweat against her fleece jacket.  She couldn’t meet Hannah’s eyes.  "So – yeah.  That’s it, I guess.“

"You’re a lesbian.”  Hannah pulled her legs up under her on her bed, cupping her chin in her hand.  "You like girls.“

Eliza nodded.  The prospect of the conversation had been terrifying, informing her closest female friend of her previously hidden desires.  Well, not for her.  Not necessarily.  Eliza steeled herself against that.  It was enough to come out of the closet to her best friend since three.

"That’s cool,” said Hannah.  "So do I.“

Eliza twitched, but otherwise her expression remained neutral.  She managed to say, with some semblance of calm, "You do?”

Hannah’s smile slipped from knowing to pleased.  "Oh yes!  Don’t get me wrong, I have a giant obnoxious crush on Jamie Bamber.  But…“  She shrugged, her smile ending on something beatific.  "There are beautiful people all over the place, and who am I to say no to a gorgeous pair of legs?”

“O-ohhhhhh,” Eliza said.  It was almost a moan.

“Look.”  Hannah put her hands out, palm up.  "I want you to answer something.  And if you can’t say it out loud, I don’t care at all if you just, well, answer how you will.“  Without looking up, she motioned at her hands with her chin.  "Ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you tell me first because you are attracted to me?”

The dreaded question.  But Hannah had asked her for an honest answer, so Eliza’s fingers crept forward across the bedspread and tickled the tips of Hannah’s.  Just so.

“And did you hope I would do more than not freak out?”

It hung in the air, heavy and still.  Eliza wriggled her fingers higher up into Hannah’s hand.  Now they were a full knuckle overlapping.

“Okay,” Hannah said, and engulfed Eliza’s hand in hers.  The girls locked eyes.  Hannah smiled.  "You’re so adorable when you’re flustered.  C’mon, Lizzie, you think I didn’t notice all those times you accidentally kissed my back, or my arm, when we were waiting on the wall to swim?“  Eliza’s face flamed red.  "And you think I couldn’t have moved down the line to avoid it, if I didn’t like it?”

Now her red face was for an entirely different reason as the possibility rushed over Eliza.  "Oh,“ she said.

Hannah pushed Eliza back onto the comforter, her head facing the door towards the foot of the bed.  She lifted Eliza’s plaid skirt and kissed the insides of both thighs.  Eliza, her eyes clasped shut and her balled-up fists sweating like crazy, could only shudder.  She knew her panties were soaked through, from nervousness and instant arousal, and clenched her face when Hannah began to peel them away.

"Oh please,” she whispered, “I’m gross.”

“You’re the loveliest I’ve ever seen,” Hannah said, and her voice said that it was true.  She began to nibble, a little bridge of kisses, and Eliza’s brain whirled with the possibilities of being with her first girl.

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Willpower

Alice’s knees were beginning to ache, but she held herself steady.  Without turning her head, as she had been explicitly instructed, she could see the newly-made bed and the closed door to the bedroom. She entwined her hands more thoroughly behind her back and held them to the small of her back.  A light breeze came in through the window and her nipples puckered in greeting.

“Alice.”  The voice was tinny but undeniably her lover’s.  She almost melted into the carpet with relief and arousal at the sensuous sound.

“Yes, sir,” she said breathlessly.

The walkie talkie on the bed hissed again.  "You may move your hands to your breasts now.“

"Yes, sir.”  Alice delicately unwound her fingers and brought them around with tai chi slowness to cup both of her small breasts.

“Look at them.  Catalog them.  You have five minutes.  When I speak to you again, I want you to tell me everything about your beautiful breasts.  Nod if you understand your assignment.”

Alice tilted her head so she could look into the shiny black eye of the camera mounted above teh door.  Then she dropped her gaze down and began to examine the delicate white skin.  The time crept by.

The sound of the walkie talkie made her start.  "Tell me, my little poet.“

"My left nipple,” she began in a raspy song of a voice, “is smaller than my right.  It dimples just north of center when I shiver.  They are both gently sloped, like foothills against a craggy mountain.  There is a single long hair that grows at eleven o’clock on my right areola.  You like to lick it when we fuck.”  She tipped her chin back to the camera again, sparks in her eyes.

Her lover chuckled.  "You’re a cheeky little slut.“

"Yes, sir,” Alice said, inclining her head so her chin touched her neck.

“Now,” the voice went on, “slide your hand down your stomach and rest it there for a moment. Think about how sexy you are.  Think about how nice it would be to touch a girl with a flat stomach, and then enjoy the fact that you are doing it.”

Alice’s hand began to tremble, but she tried to recapture her sense of obedience and slid her hand down her skin.  She had oiled before she had entered the room, so it was smooth and luxuriously soft. Down the muscles in her taut stomach.  Lingering over her belly button, petite and puckered.  She closed her eyes and thought of other beauties, the girls her lover shared with her.  She thought of the lithe forms and her hand drifted lower.

“Good girl,” the voice said, and the walkie talkie spat as he left the control room.

Alice moved lower, lower, until her fingers began to circle her clit.  She teased herself, not allowing direct contact until she could stand the tantalization no longer.  Her fore and middle fingers squeezed together, she stroked herself up and down the length of her pussy, sometimes slipping inside to collect the natural lubrication.  Her breathing became ragged as, eyes tightly shut, she did not move from her kneeling position but came all over her hand.

The door flew open and her lover walked in, offering his cock.  She took it fully into the back of her throat and reveled in his hand in her long hair.

“Good girl,” he said again.

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Excuses, Excuses

Young Lord Crossway considered it his sworn duty, as much as arbitrating the affairs of his people or collecting taxes.  Some days he performed his duties in the silent dining hall.  Sometimes it was the great bedchamber with only the torches in their sconces to witness.

Today he was where he was requested: on the floor of the kitchens, rubbing oil into his cock and crotch.  Knuckles rasped at the door and the heavy wooden thing swung open.  Lord Crossway ironed out his face so he was smiling.

“Lord Trimble,” he said, inclining his head in respect.  He gripped the base of his cock tighter, forcing it to be erect and impressive.  His other hand pushed off the floor as he tried to stand, but the caped Lord Trimble swept into the room and put a firm palm against Crossway’s shoulder.

“Stay down there.  I have no need of an equal today.”  He took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabbed at the deep lines in his haggard face.  "Today you will serve me.“

Crossway gulped.  "But m’lord.”

“Spare me your excuses,” Trimble scoffed.  His stringy gray hair had escaped from beneath his wig and he looked like he had not slept for days.  "Stand and prepare to receive me.“

Crossway winced as he stood, bent double.  Trimble wrenched down his pants and made a noise.  "Is this your excuse?  This welt?”

“Yes, m’lord.”  Crossway berated himself again for relenting to Lady Gibbons’ insistence that he go rolling down the grassy hills with her; the boulder had left a dent in his backside.

He screamed as Trimble slapped him hard across the wounded cheek.  "Let that be a lesson: you will keep your body for me.  I will not defile myself on lesser beings.“

"Y-y-yes, m-m’lord,” Crossway managed through the tears.

“Very good.  Give me the oil.”  There was a rustling of fine cloth as Trimble derobed.  Crossway held the oil bottle behind him until he felt its weight disappear and felt the cool tip of Trimble’s cock nudging at his ass.  He took a deep breath and spread his legs, making himself available for the older man.

Trimble probed him first with a finger, gently massaging towards the outside so he was ready for the lord’s massive cock.  Still, when Trimble pushed in with a heavy sigh of relief, Crossway had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out.  But as the oil did its job and Trimble slid in deeper, the wave of relief and pleasure came and the pain was forgotten.  Keeping his balance with his knuckles, he rocked back against Trimble, feeling the other’s soft hair dancing across his skin.

Suddenly Trimble flattened himself against Crossway’s back.  His breath, hot with the smell of fish and fruit, brought words to the younger man’s ears: “I give no quarter to my enemies, boy, not even when they have fallen.  Do not imagine that I expect less of you.”

His cock throbbed inside Crossway, coming hot and heavy.

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Exhibition Season

She is spread across the hood. Her skin glistens like the waxed paint. She flicks out her tongue and caresses her full lips, lingering at the corners where the skin pinches together, promising a crease of another sort.

I secure the ropes at her wrists and give those at her ankles a tug against the stakes in the ground. They hold. She purses her lips and pushes out her chest. The bikini barely hides her puckered nipples. I reach beneath her and untie the string.

The bikini tumbles away down the slick side of the car and her breasts fall free. I treat her to three quick laps to each nipple with my tongue; she squirms and her crotch, hidden by the bikini bottom, rubs against the hood ornament. I imagine the taste: metal, flesh, arousal. I’m getting hard.

I slide down her silky side and nuzzle the place where her torso meets her legs. She giggles, the first sound without an intention of sensuality, and I get rock hard. I catch her eye. Even though she tries, she can’t completely hide her smile.

Catching the string in my teeth, I tug the bikini bottom’s knot free, then the other side. I flip it over my shoulder so it lands out in the field. I hope she can’t find it. Some evidence of what we’ve done here should remain.

Now she starts to wriggle in earnest, testing the knots. I have done my job well and she gets no leeway. Leaving one last kiss right above her pussy, I step back to admire my work.

Her brown hair falls in curls around her head, pillowing her neck. Her face is red from exertion and arousal. She has a soft birthmark just inside her thigh. She is completely trapped against the hood of my Mercedes.

I step towards her and gather saliva in my mouth. I bend over her, centered over the hood ornament, and I begin to taste her. Slowly. With deliberation. With every stroke of my tongue, I think of a reason I love her.

For her part, she gives in. Trusts me. Her thighs blush with the blood rushing to accommodate her desire. I kiss them too, savoring each flavor of her skin, her sweat.

Finally I need her more than I can stand. I slide her gently to one side and, for the first time, stand on my toes so I can kiss her. She succumbs with a soft moan.

I am ready. She is more than welcoming, gaped open by the ropes but still tight with youth and care. I gather myself in one hand and slither to either side of her opening, the tip of my cock twitching with pleasure.

Inside, she is a shelter, a sanctuary. I find my way into her depths, pressing my body down on hers, listening for the telltale changes in her breathing. She pants; she wants it all. I give in, my cock relenting where my nature would tease her longer.

She comes first, flailing against the ropes, her face contorting into the beautiful, terrible intimacy of an orgasm. I follow her into bliss. For a moment, the universe exists for our pleasure. Not alone, but entangled.

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Multiple Equations

Pentagons and Parallelograms was the strangest name for a club, thought Dan, but he was a strange kid and felt welcome in the math department.  So he signed up with his phone number and went back to his room to wait.

His phone buzzed not thirty minutes later: Welcome to P&P.  Bring a towel.  Larson Building, Room D.

Room D was, very solidly, the basement of the Larson Building, where the math students clustered to give their long-winded presentations on high concepts.  Dan descended the stairs as softly as he could, though the pulse coming through the double doors in front of him voided the necessity for silence.

Dan put his hand to the door to go inside, but magically it swung open before he could touch it.  Inside was a cacophony of strobe lights, laser lights, and stage smoke.  Everyone was naked.

Dan actually gasped.  "Whaaat?  This is Pentagons and Parallelograms?“

"Indeed it is,” said a silky voice at his side.  He turned to see a girl no older than he was, her brown hair done up in huge movie-star ringlets.  Below bounced a pair of juicy, enticing breasts.  Hungrily, Dan traced her sleek shape down to her navel and below.  She was short-cropped and tidy and swollen.

She saw him looking and patted her mound with a teasing smile.  "I’m Stephie.  Come to enjoy yourself?“

"Show me everything,” Dan managed.

Stephie giggled and took his hand.  She tugged as if to lead him towards some part of the room, but stopped abruptly so that his fingers caught under her ass.  Glancing over her shoulder, she nodded her satisfaction.  "Good.  Start there.  Work your way around.  We’ll get you to the others eventually.“

Dan’s mouth worked, but he had forgotten how to string words together.  His eyes darted as he sought signs that this was more than a dream.  Men and women lay stretched out to five points on various pentagon-shaped mats laid out while others, one to an erogenous zone, stretched out around them and pleasured them with tongues and hands and their own bodies.  Other couples and triples lay spooning or rocking gently in sideways penetration.

"The faculty has no idea.  Well, except the ones who are here.”  Stephie brought his attention back to her by taking his other hand and stroking herself down her sides with them.  Dan found that his shorts were providing little cover for his massive hard-on.

“Oh?  You really wanna get started?”  Stephie clutched at his cock in her nimble fingers, making Dan swallow hard.

“Uh – yeah, yeah, I do.”  He pulled his shirt off, then stood with it dangling awkwardly from his hand.  "What about – “

"Clothes are for idiots,” Stephie said with an almost predatory grin, and she proceeded to remove his shorts.  Then she got down on her knees and tossed her head back so her hair fell away from her face.  Dan noticed there was a tiny gap between her two front teeth.  It made him smile.

It made him moan when she scraped those teeth gently down his cock, one hand clutching at his ass, the other slipping between his cheeks to tease the wrinkly skin of his asshole.

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Dirty Counters

“Aren’t you done?  I’m done.  Done done done.”  Alexa swung the whisk around, flicking bits of egg mixture everywhere.  "We wake up, there’s something to do.  We come home, there’s something to do.  We go out for a couple of hours, and we get back and we get glared at.“

Jensen hunched over his own mixing bowl, his fingers worrying at the half-frozen ground beef.  "Shhh.  Baby girl.  You think I’m not in the same boat you are?  Of course I’m done cooking for ungrateful people.  Just – light at the end of the tunnel.”

“I just – wish there was something we could do.”  Alexa tapped the whisk on the side of the bowl and dropped it into the sink.  "Y’know, for our own evil purposes.  Or whatever.“

"We could fuck on the counters.”  Jensen said it so quietly she had to lean towards him to hear it.

“What?”

“You heard me.”  He didn’t look up at her, but the corner of his mouth twitched playfully.  "I’ll fuck your brains out on the counters, and every time they cook, you can laugh to yourself.“

"Iiiii,” she said, drawing out the word as she slunk around the island towards him, “like it.”

Jensen slammed the bowl down on the stovetop, looking her hungrily in the face.  "I didn’t ask you if you liked it.“  He reached for her and took her shirt in both hands, wrenching it off over her head.  His lips locked with hers, and their tongues danced as he undid her pants and yanked them down her legs.  She went for his shirt, tugging it over his glasses, careful not to let it catch.

Jensen caught her up by the waist and hoisted her onto the counter; Alexa’s toes curled into the waistline of his pants and pushed them down over his ass.  His cock emerged, aching towards her.  She pushed aside some dishes and ignored the crumbs digging into her thighs.  Tugging her towards the edge of the counter so she was just balanced, Jensen teased her entrance and then entered her.

Alexa tossed back her head and laughed wildly.  "Sweet, sweet fucking revenge.”

Jensen grunted in reply.  He held her waist with one hand and the counter with the other, while she grabbed onto his shoulders and rested her other hand next to his against the polished counter surface.  Their skin slick with droplets of dishwater, they rocked until the knife block rattled.  Alexa tossed her head back, panting and laughing.

“Harder!” she cried out, and Jensen doubled his pace, his cock swelling and sweat beading on his brow as he strove for Alexa’s satisfaction rather than a quick finish.  She obliged, her inner walls clenching him to her, reminding him of her closeness.  He took a deep breath, thrilling at the smell of her hair and skin, and came.  He dropped his hand to make circles on her clit, bringing her to climax again, and they shuddered together.  She collapsed against him.

“I’m not cleaning the counter,” she giggled into his ear.

“Me either,” he murmured back, then drew back, touched her chin, and kissed her.

“I love you.”

“Always,” she said, kissing him back.