The Pulpit

AUTHOR’S NOTE; The following is a work of erotic horror so if you’re under the age of eighteen navigate away from this page. 

            Riana Färber lay in silk luxury.  Awakening as she did in total darkness she stretched out her body and squirmed against the decadent lining of her coffin.  Not quite fully conscious the two hundred year-old vampire became aware of the unnatural life slowly rising thorough her. 

            The sun hasn’t fully set, she thought.  I usually don’t like resting in my casket but we couldn’t find someplace to pass the day away.  The energy sluggishly moving through my body always gives me the creeps.

            The slippery feel of her silk gown moving against the same material beneath her gave her the impression she was sliding.  Even the slightest wiggling produced the sensation of lying upon a dry, yet oiled surface.  She opened her eyes.

            Riana began to hear sounds, faint yet distinct.  The graceless clomping of boots, the deep low mutterings of men’s voices and scrape of stone against stone resounded through the ancient wood of her coffin.  All became silent for a moment.  Then she heard a grinding sound like someone rubbing two bricks together for some unknown reason.  Puzzlement rose in her brain until the thudding slam reverberated the floor above her making small particles of dust rain down upon her face.  Then the realization came to her.

            Someone has found my hiding place!

            The icy cold caress of a thousand worms upon her brain sent terror flowing into her extremities as if she had been dunked into a frozen pond.  The splintering of wood and fiberglass above her made more fine debris cascade down upon her.  In her mind it became a race against time.  Would her body’s strength return faster than the intruders would rip open her hiding place?  Which would happen first?  Did Riana have time enough to battle those seeking to destroy her or would the clock finally run out on her undead state?  A low whimpering echoed above her.

            Oh shit—Michael! Riana recalled, not lessening her fears.

            Michael Renee McDaniels.  Her current paramour, friend and companion was stretched out in his own box which lay atop hers.  In her dull, dazed state she had forgotten their resting arrangement.  The small crypt in the center of the cemetery hadn’t allowed them to reside side-by-side.  Instead he had graciously agreed to have his coffin set above hers.  Chivalry, love or whatever the reason was Michael had insisted upon this.  Riana’s eyes began to well up with hot tears which ran out of the corners of her eyes and just past her ears. 

            “No,” her lover’s croaking voice pleaded.  “Please don’t do this.”

            His words shattered her undead heart like an ice sculpture hit with a mallet.

            “I send you to Hell’s hot embrace!” a man’s thundering reply came.

            There was a flurry of activity above her.  She could hear and feel Michael’s limbs thrashing frantically against the bottom of his casket.  More strength poured into her body but not enough to push herself free and defend the man she loved.

            “Stop!  You don’t understand!” the man above her shouted.

            Riana flinched at the sudden sound of a hammer striking something wooden and Michael’s painful wail.  More thumping noises, even more insanely desperate boomed only shut out by the horrible din of repeated impacts from the mallet.  Tears ran down the sides of her face like droplets of a torrential rain on a window pane.  Michael’s gurgling sobs, his attackers’ heavy grunting and her own weeping filled up the seven foot long coffin she lay in.  The terrible sounds overflowed like the sorrow welling up inside of her.  Riana slapped her hand across her mouth to keep her screams of denial from being heard.  The final blow fell and she gasped into her bitten palm when she spied the bloody, ragged point of the stake appear in the top of her own casket.

            “It is done,” the man stated.  “Evil has been destroyed and we can take pride in doing the Lord’s work.”

            Riana tried to think herself as small as a mouse, as silent as the grave and still as a dark tarn.

            “What about the other one?” the man’s accomplice inquired.

            “There is no reason to check it,” the first one countered.  “We only had reports of one male bloodsucker not two.  Besides how would it get out?”

            “Let’s get out of here.”

            The clomping sounds of their exit echoed like the sounds of a hollow victory in her mind.  Michael had been destroyed, killed and murdered.  They had been together for sixty years.  Her mind immediately and painfully began running through the memories of meeting, loving and turning him.  From the disco days of the seventies to the grudge era and beyond they had walked together in harmony, hunger and health. 

            Now he is gone, she sniffled.

            The bang of the iron gate informed her those who had slain her lover had departed without further investigation.  The sudden fact she had survived another close call burst into her sorrowful brain.  Riana smiled and felt the tug of her lips pulling away from her fangs.  The bared pearly weapons felt longer and sharper as her hunger for revenge grew in her undead heart.

****

            Riana crouched in the darkness and ignored the soft moaning of the semi-unconscious woman lying next to her.  She raised her sight to the small square of light above her head and tried not to laugh out loud.  Her prey’s heavy footfalls informed her he was approaching.

            Her search hadn’t taken long, in fact it had been surprisingly shorter than she expected.  Reverend Richard Black cleared his throat as he walked towards her position.  The First Church of Christ’s pastor was a pompous, arrogant and proud man who she had studied well these past few weeks.  Michael’s killer had bragged far and wide how he had removed an evil blot on the surrounding countryside.  His boasting tale told from the pulpit above her head had sent shock, relief and admiration flowing from his congregation to puff up the wilted self-worth of the minister.  This was his Achilles’ heel—his overwhelming, driving need to be respected.  It would be his downfall.

            Another groggy groan from the body beside her let Riana know she hadn’t quite rendered its owner completely senseless.  She twisted upon the sheaf of papers, crushing and tearing them to cuff the woman once more.  The sounds stopped making the vampire smirk.

            I know you too well now Reverend Black, she thought.  Your bad memory, your egotistical hatred of looking down at your sermon’s notes and how you had concocted this secret hiding place beneath your pulpit so your assistant could quietly remind you of what to say next.

            Despite the holiness of this place it had cost Riana very little in pain to crawl into here from the secret passage’s entrance in the church’s hall.  The sanctuary above would singe her flesh to a charred blackened state if she set foot upon it’s hallowed and consecrated floor.  But the ladder and hole above her had been woefully neglected when it came to being blessed. 

            Black couldn’t be seen blessing this place without being discovered and his ego would not have allowed that.

            The white square was eclipsed letting Riana know her prey had stepped up to the podium.  She retrieved the sermon’s notes and began to silently ascend the short ladder.

            “My brothers and sisters in Christ,” he began, “I am so happy to see so many smiling new faces amongst our congregation.  It makes my heart swell with joy to witness what one single act of faith and courage can do to bring so many others into the light of Jesus Christ, our Lord.  Can I get a Hallelujah?”

            “Hallelujah,” they responded.

            “We walk in dark times, brothers and sisters.  These are dark and dangerous times where pop culture tears at the fabric between what is right and wrong.  Youngsters are being corrupted by false beliefs, ungodly trends and whorish fashions.  They are being led to believe that monsters are misunderstood, to be pitied and loved instead of being destroyed like the unholy vermin they are.  Vampire movies, books and stories depicting these vile creatures to be nothing more than human beings who have a disease, nothing more.  We have to stay strong and fight what we know to be the truth…God’s own truth!”

            “Amen,” the congregation muttered.

            Riana rose to crotch level beneath the pulpit.  She licked her lips in anticipation of the events to come.  Deep inside she felt a thrill of tickling glee for what she was about to do to the arrogant murderer of her beloved Michael. 

            It has been a long time since I’ve done this, she thought silently.  Existing on animals and stealing nourishment from hospitals is enough to keep me alive but there’s something so right, so exciting about supping on a human.

            “We have long suffered from these misguided authors,” Black said, his voice rising.  “It started with Bram Stoker and has grown now to include the business empire of that Myers’ woman—a follower of the Mormon way who pens atrocity after atrocity!  Can I get an amen?”

            He could and did.

            Riana reached out and with a feather light touch caressed the front of Black’s expensive trousers.  She withheld a smile when his hips jerked back.

            “I come to you, a man dedicated to His way,” the minister said without stammering.  “to teach you these things must be, should be and will be fought!  Too many innocents are rushing to see the next Twilight movie, buying up vampire erotica and snuffing out the light of their souls.”

            She parted the folds of his fly and began to tug the zipper down.  Trapped by his speech and confusion the preacher still tried to pull away.  His pant legs shook in slight a trembling shake as she slowly yanked the metal fastener to the bottom of his fly. 

            “W-we must, without haste or fear of reprisal, tell these people we will no longer stand for their corruption.  We will protest at these movies, picket book stores during their new releases and pass out a million flyers to those who have been led down the wrong path.”

            She felt him shrink from her touch but her firm grip on his fleshy shaft held him in place.  Tugging gently on it Riana began to stroke the minister’s cock and make him gasp and stammer during his impassionate speech.  She was betting on him being too embarrassed or aroused to give away her position.

            “I-I know you will be with me, beside me the entire time as I go forth to enlighten the ignorant masses of the dangers in believing vampires and werewolves are anything less than monsters,” he stuttered.  “We will be a force from Heaven itself to be reckoned with.  C-can I get a Hallelujah?”

            “ Hallelujah!” they cried out.

            His meaty shaft had grown to its full length in her soft fingers.  Riana tugged him free of his pants and pulled the rampant cock to her cold lips.   She waited for the right moment.  For a moment he seemed to forget she had him by the balls.

            “It will be a glorious day when the world rises up to cast off the blindfold wrapped around their eyes.  We will cry in one voice that we will not allow, permit or ignore the corruption of our children.  Holding Hollywoodand the publishing industry accountable for their evil ways, to wean them off of ill-gained profits and drag them kicking and screaming into His light!”

            Upon Black’s uttering of the word His she placed her lips against the bulbous head of his cock making the minister yelp out the word.  She swirled her tongue around it making him pause for effect and keep the illusion being seen by his parish he was in control.  She heard him groan softly and imagined what must be going through his mind.  Laughing to herself she could almost hear him wondering what had gotten into his female assistant.  A part of her deduced the pastor must be thinking his sermon was inspiring the woman beneath the pulpit to suckle his cock out of sheer respect and undying dedication.

            “I charge you to do as I have done.  To seek out those filthy vile creatures who slink from the light of Heaven and hide in moldy graves.  Drag them out and drive a stake through their black hearts.  Look to the signs of their existence.  You must keep a constant vigil!  For if too many of our youngsters believe vampires are cool we will lose them to bloody bared fangs, their blessed lives given to slake the devilish thirst of these demons!  Oh Lord, please deliver us from Evil!”

            Riana sucked him deep into her mouth and he sobbed out the last sentence very loud.  She fondled his tightly clenched balls and tugged the base of his cock while in her mind’s eye she saw him gripping the sides of the podium in a white knuckled grip.  She covered his shaft with spit and snickered while his feet shifted in agitation, arousal and fear. 

            “T-tomorrow we will take up the fight and demand the local chain bookstore stop carrying the works of Anne Rice, Bram Stoker, Stephanie Myers and others who would pen such atrocities to confuse and befuddle the minds of our innocent children.  We will usher in an age—an age of… of… goodness and righteousness!”

            His slight forgetfulness had been deliberately caused by Riana’s mouth working feverishly upon his iron-hard rod.  Her hands squeezed his balls and yanked upon his vein-covered cock until she heard, with great delight, his elbows strike against the top of the pulpit.  She knew the men and women staring at him would be thinking the preacher was in the grips of a religious fervor.  Black’s voice returned but it was aimed downward in her direction.  He spoke in hushed tones and she surmised he had covered the microphone in front of him to further muffle the sound for the question didn’t come out of the large speakers.

            “What are you doing?” he husked out. 

            Riana didn’t answer him but ran the tip of her tongue underneath his throbbing member and tickled his quaking testicles. 

            “Helen you h-have to stop,” he demanded weakly.  “This isn’t proper.”

            “No,” she whispered back.  “Keep preaching.”

            Riana licked her index finger and waited for him to pick up where he left off.

            “Brothers and sisters—good people ofNiles, will you take up this burden?  Can you find the strength and dedication to suffer the slings and arrows of the lost children of humanity, just like the punishment Christ endured on his way toCalgary?  We must be strong in our faith!  Too many souls have been lost to darkness because we have sat by in idle disbelief and watched the destruction of morality.  Out of sheer shock and dismayed we have not acted accordingly.  Can I get an A-amen?”

            “Amen,” they chorused as she rubbed her wetted finger against his puckered anus.

            “I-I didn’t hear you,” Black said in a distracted tone.

            Riana slid the slippery digit into his bottom and covered his shaft with her wet mouth.

            “Amen!” the reply from the pews came loudly.

            “Again?”

            She pushed it up to the second knuckle and slurped harder at his organ.

            “Amen!”

            Working one hand up and down his meat, pushing her face against the fabric of his trousers and swirling her finger in his anus Riana drove the minister into a frenzy of contortions.  She inwardly giggled how those in the pews would think he was in the grip of some religious fever.

            “We w-will remove the stain upon literature, movies and wash away improper illusions!” he shouted.  “It will be us, filled with the righteousness of the Holy Spirit, who will topple the printed media from their unholy perches!” he bellowed.

            Riana felt his cock swell in tune with the growing loudness of his voice.  His ass clenched around her finger, holding it snugly inside while his balls began to flex.  She increased her efforts and soon she was gagging from the depth his throbbing meat had sunken to in her throat.  Yanking, tugging, thrusting and fingering she felt his dam break and the sudden rush of boiling warm seed rush down the fevered length of his organ. In her mind’s eye she could see the congregation lean forward, intent on his words.  They would see the redness in his face and mistake it for holy passion.  Only he would know it was because of the killer orgasm he was about to suffer.

            “We will cast them down into the Pit!  Overthrowing them and putting in place a moral and responsible group of goodly thinking people w-who will… always remember… they are beholden to… keeping faith with…”

            That’s it, she thought, say His name just as you get off…

            “Jesus Christ!” he screamed.

            Riana’s gullet was treated to a torrential rush of Reverend Black’s sperm which shot out of his flexing cock’s head in thick rivulets.  She noted with pleasure he was standing on the balls of his feet while her throat milked, her fist pumped and her finger jabbed him.

            “Oh my God, brothers and sisters!” he shrieked.  “Dear Lord!  It’s u-unbelievable—oh my God!”

            “Amen!” the people cried over and over.

            “Yes!” some woman screeched, “Testify to His glory, Reverend Black!”

            “Lord Jesus Christ!” some woman wailed.

            “My life for yours, Jesus!” a man roared.

            “I’ll take up the Cross for Him!” a weeping female screamed.

            Riana bit his cock and a rush of hot blood spewed into her throat. 

            “Oh God!” Reverend Black shouted.

            She drank heavily.  He slumped against the back of the podium while the rush of erotic sensations rose from his loins and enflamed his brain.  Riana felt the preacher’s hips buck slower and slower until she had her fill.  Withdrawing her fangs from his punctured cock she held him still and retrieved a length of surgical gauze from her pocket.  She stopped the bleeding with the bandage.  Only then did she allow him to withdraw his limp, reddened shaft from the prison of her firm grip.  Tenderly she placed the sensitive organ back into his pants and briefs and tucked a note into his front, right pocket while the people probably now standing in the aisles shouted, prayed and rejoiced.   She slipped down the ladder and crawled along the passageway to find a place to hide until night when she could escape.

****

            She stood on the threshold of the mausoleum and waited.  The moon, full and pregnant slowly crossed the starry sky while she passed the time.  Down the hill she could see the cars speeding past the cemetery carrying people to their various nighttime destinations.  Riana smiled briefly. 

            I wonder how much longer he can resist? She mused merrily. It has been two weeks and I must admit I do admire his willpower.  Most of my victims don’t last a few days before they come to me begging for more or to be turned but him I had to make an appointment.  He showed up per my note, but he tried to kill me.  Even then, while he was under my power Black fought me but his efforts were futile.  He died right after I drained him the second night.  I felt him crawl off and die in his bed, his bible and crucifix lying forgotten on the ground beside him.  You know if I didn’t hate him so much for destroying Michael I’d be tempted to keep him around.

            She knew the curse of her toothy kiss had coursed through the minister’s body poisoning his soul and corrupting his mind.  He wouldn’t be able to enter his church or hold his bible.  It was a matter of time. 

            Then my revenge will be complete.

            She felt rather than saw him crouching near a cluster of tombstones at the very bottom of the hill.  The supernatural connection between them alerted her to his whereabouts as surely as if he was wearing a bright red neon sign above his head.  The frantic thumping of his heartbeat crossed the distance like an ocean wave and reverberated off her body.  Riana took great delight in its fluttering beat.

            Come to me! She called out psychically.

            She watched him dart from gravestone to gravestone trying to hide.  This amused her to no end and she wondered whose attention he was trying to avoid.  Was it hers?  Or did the infected preacher desperately attempting to conceal his plight from members of his congregation who had followed him here?  Would he approach her or just glare at her from a safe distance?

            Hopping, loping and dashing she snickered as Black went from hiding spot to hiding spot.  Eventually the slouched figure crossed over the road in front of her mausoleum and slide to a stop behind a tall monolithic headstone.  Riana laughed and the sweet sound of her merriment rang out in the graveyard.  She heard him moan in arousal in response.

            “You cannot hide from me, Reverend Black,” she called out.  “I can feel your presence as surely as I can see the moon above me.”

            “What have you done to me?” he cried out in a pitiful tone.

            “Nothing you didn’t deserve.”

            “Who are you?  Why do you haunt my dreams?  Night after night I saw your face dancing like some Gamorrahian whore in sensual visions which cloud my mind.  Now I have wakened in my grave only to be pulled to your presence.”

            “I am Riana—the mate of the vampire you destroyed.  I was lying in the other casket while you drove a piece of vile wood into my lover’s heart.”

            “But that’s impossible!”

            “Why because you think I couldn’t move the coffin above me to get out?  You are as stupid as you are misguided.  I have strength enough to carry my hiding place for many miles without breaking a sweat but you were too lazy to check.”

            “Please restore me to Glory—I cannot enter my own church anymore!”

            “You are of the night now.  No longer can you call for divine aid or even utter the name of your deity.  I have made you what you despise.”

            “Why have you done this?”

            The holy man stepped out from behind the monolith and staggered towards her.  She noted dispassionately his white face, gleaming fangs and hungry face.  His hands were curled into painful claws and the smell of burnt flesh wafted past her face.  She guessed he tried to enter holy ground only to find he was damned forever.  Tears ran down his hollow cheeks so terrible was his plight it nearly tugged pity from her undead heart.  She had taken everything away from him he had stubbornly clung to.  Pathetic and distraught he sobbed quietly before her.  But she heard the echoes of Michael’s voice and the sudden remorse for Black’s plight died a stillborn’s death.  He stopped two feet away and fell to his knees.

            “Tell me why you’ve made me this way?” he demanded softly.

            “To teach you a lesson—I didn’t ask for this curse but I live with it the best I can.  Michael and I never took a human life but you weren’t interested it that.  You came, filled with righteous indignation and slaughtered my beloved like some sacrificial lamb on the altar of you puffed up ego.  Now you will suffer as I have,” she said making her voice cruel on purpose.

            “Please no”.

            “You can accept your fate or wait for the morning to come and destroy you.  There will be no redemption either in Heaven or Hell for you, Reverend Richard Black!”

            She turned her back on him and shut the door to her crypt.  A part of her wondered what course of action he would take.  Would he greet the dawn and die or would he slink off to his own grave and hide from the sun?  She was hoping for the second option.  Knowing his vast ego and the terrified look in his eyes somehow she just knew Black would succumb to a vampire’s existence.

            I’m sure once the Assistant Minister of the church reads the note I left on his car this evening he will take action.  Perhaps tomorrow night he’ll finish what I’ve started.  How ironic that the speech I heard him deliver will be his undoing, Riana chuckled to herself.

She Saw

AUTHOR’S NOTE; This is a work of erotic fiction.  If you are below the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW!  I don’t know where this disturbing story came from but somewhere in my depraved imagination it oozed out of the darkness.  This tale is not for the faint of heart.

            She’s thrashing on the bed like an epileptic in the midst of a Grand Mal seizure.  Her arms and legs are flailing wildly.  Her gorgeous face is a mask of pure and absolute need while I go to town between her splayed legs.  Karla, Karla with a K, is catching fire.  Her long black hair is spread beneath and around her head like it’s in the grip of sweat soaked tendrils of some bizarre sea creature.  The silicone enhanced pair of double D-cup breasts she possesses bounce, loll and quiver.  Her eyes are wide open.  What’s pouring out of her mouth in a steady stream of cheering and is like nothing I’ve ever heard a live woman say in the midst of orgasmic passion.  Oh I’ve heard it, but only in a porno.

            “Yes!  Oh Yes, f-fuck me Rick!” she wails loudly.

            I hope my neighbors are forgiving.  Hell, I praying I’m not going to suffer a heart attack and die.  Remember the joke guys make in the bars?  The one about dying while having sex, the old “coming and going at the same time” jest?  I’m hoping it isn’t my fate. 

            But back to Karla with a K.

            This insanely hot nymphomaniac is on her back, legs fully extended and spread wide.  Her ankles are tied to the bedpost behind her head.  Her arms are likewise secured by the wrists.  Hey, it’s not my idea I’m just following orders here, okay?   Karla brought her own rope, for shit’s sake.  I’m stuffing my cock into her at a pace, which I’ve mentioned before I think will kill me, while she’s shrieking.  The slap of our flesh echoes in my apartment and sounds like I’m spanking her.  Well that was earlier, but I digress.  You’ve already gotten the impression the girl I’m fucking is a real freak, right? 

            “Oh yes, oh yes,” she chants over and over. 

            I can’t answer, I’m too busy trying to fulfill her wishes for a seventh orgasm so she can, in her words, enjoy a good night’s sleep.  Me?  I’ve had three climaxes myself in the past hour and a half since we started.  Currently if I keep this pace I’m going to expel a puff of dust into the condom I’m wearing.  She’s drained me dry but still isn’t satisfied.

            “No!  Yes!  N-no! Y-y-yes!” she screams.

            I wish she’d make up her mind.  In fact I wish I wouldn’t have been so chicken-shit I didn’t agree to gag her.  If I wasn’t so busy banging her like a Chinese gong I’d stuff something, anything between those full lips so I don’t get evicted.

            What begins as a low moan starts to climb into the upper registers of a cry only a dog can here.  In fact I swear I hear one howling outside while Karla unabashedly announces her fuse is lit and it’s T-minus twenty seconds to blast-off.  Thank God, I’m tired.  My hips are sore, my thighs are burning, lower back is aching and I don’t even want to talk about my penis.  In fact I’m so afraid of what I might find tomorrow in the shower it’s enough to make me take a Valium. 

            “Aaaaaahhh,” she wails, her voice climbing in octave.

            We have lift-off.

            Karla’s body literally begins to bounce on the mattress.  The ropes relax and then flex taut with a snapping sound, like a paddle being used on a bare ass.  She’s banging her head against the pillow so hard I think she’s going to give herself a concussion.  No seriously I really am worried because between that and her eyes rolling up into her skull and showing the whites terrifies me.

            Then she comes in earnest.

            Unexpected she goes rigid.  Her body is paralyzed at the height of her climax making her face turn scarlet, her limbs to freeze at full extension and her mouth hangs open like she’s imitating a dead fish.  Her cunt grips me like a vise, it isn’t pleasurable.  In fact it downright hurts.  There’s a slight fast trembling going on, but you can barely see or feel it.   It’s hard to believe she’s having an orgasm.

            It’s the calm before the storm, trust me.

            Karla with a K detonates and her back arches on the mattress until only her head and heels are touching.  Then she goes berserk.  Every ride one of those mechanical bulls at some bar?  Me neither but the past hour I’ve been given a crash course in bronco busting.  I hold on for dear life, still jamming my cock into her because if I stop, so does she and I don’t have the energy left to start all over. 

            “Rick!” she wails. 

            She says my name in a long, wavering shriek which is sure to get me a visit from the landlord tomorrow morning.  In fact I’ve been waiting for my phone to ring, despite it being two o’clock in the morning.  The bed creaks like the shattered hull of a ship hitting submerged rocks.  If I didn’t know any better I’d think my mind was playing tricks on me but I smell burning latex.  Finally, thankfully Karla’s finally body relaxes and goes still.  I can stop now, I really don’t care if I cum.  Exhausted I fall on top of her while she begins to giggle in a hysterical titter which confirms her carnal lunacy.  You see I just met Karla a few hours ago at a local pub. 

 ****

            I’m sitting in my favorite drinking establishment and watching the television when this extraordinarily beautiful woman saunters up next to me.  Her breasts jiggled in her tight dress top like they were shock absorbers.  Her full, red-painted lips parted slightly only to be wetted by a delicately pink shaded tip of her tongue.  Her legs went on for miles and her feet were gripped by a decadent pair of high heels.  This creature is giving off enough sexual desire I was surprised she wasn’t leaving a trail of vaginal smelling smoke in her wake.  In short she was incredibly sexy, primed and ready.  The rest of the male population in the bar shoot me open and dirty looks. 

            “Hey you’re new here,” she coos provocatively.

            “Am I?” I said nonchalantly.

            “Well at least to me you’re new.”

            She sits down, slides a hand up my left thigh and grabs my junk.  Just like that.  Her lips form a shocked but happy O and she tells me her name.

            “My name is Karla,” she growls seductively, “Karla with a K.”

            That’s how this whole thing started, with a cheesy line, a groping feel and her giving me her name.  Sounds like it’s straight out of some men’s magazine, doesn’t it?

            I don’t want to brag, but I’m packing.  I read somewhere there was a study of the average penis size by country.  To my shock I was informed that in the United States the typical cock is 3.4 inches long flaccid and 5 inches hard.  Let’s just say I’m well above average and leave it at that.  Which is why, or so Karla told me, she didn’t bother to “quibble over details”. 

          The funny part is outside of knowing her name the woman who has probably gotten me evicted is a mystery.  She could be anywhere from eighteen to twenty-one in age.  Christ, she could be a convicted or escaped serial killer for all I know.  So why did I let her into my flat?  She’s hot, honest about what she needed and I really wanted to fuck her.  Simple right?  Karla didn’t give me restrictions, didn’t want to date for two months without sex, have me to meet her folks first nor did she play the usual cat-and-mouse game with me.  The woman knew what she wanted, how she wanted it and wasn’t shy about saying so.  Frankly the honesty was quite nice.  Per her request we only detoured to a small hardware store where the female beneath me bought the rope.  Then it was on to my apartment to begin the sexual marathon I just completed.

 ****

                 Back to my cock size.  After she shredded my clothes, kissed me so deeply I’m shocked she didn’t taste my dinner, she began stroking me.  I grew and grew and grew.  Karla’s eyes widened and widened and widened.  She gazed into my eyes like a kid who had just opened the best Christmas present they had ever received.

                “Fuck you’re a big boy aren’t you?” she snickered in a horny tone.  “How damn big is that thing?”

                “Ten inches,” I proudly told her.

                 Yeah you read that right.  I’m packing two inches short of a foot.  But at the moment, collapsed on top of Karla’s sweating and heaving bosom I’m wondering if twice that length would be enough for the sexual hunger she has.

                  With a groan I climb from between her shuddering thighs, get off the bed and stand up on shaky legs to remove the rubber.  I really expected it to be smoldering like some ember.   Trying not to look at the object it’s being peeled off of Karla sighs deeply.  I turn to look at her expecting to see her bleeding out of her pussy from my frantic and repeated bludgeoning.  Instead I see a hot red and flushed labia just below a tiny triangle of hair and above that a butterfly tattoo.  Karla begins to speak.

                “Wow,” she mutters, “that was amazing.”

                “Tell me about it,” I answer, the sarcasm going over her head.

                “Are you tired?”

                  “Exhausted actually.”

                 “Really?”

                   She says it with a pout.  I look over at her with a stunned expression of pure shock and disbelief.  With a sigh I reach over and untie her.

                  “You want more?” I ask.

                 “Always I swear it’s a curse,” she replies.  “I’m never satisfied for very long.  That’s probably why I can’t keep a steady boyfriend they get worn out and quit on me.  You’re not going to quit on me are you Rick?”

               “I am tonight, sorry.  I have to go to work tomorrow and I don’t want to get fired.”

                Tossing the used condom into the trash I shake my head.  This woman doesn’t need a boyfriend she needs a harem of studs hopped up on Viagra.  She rolls on her left side and reaches for my limp, sore shaft.  I slap wearily at her hands.

              “You’ve had enough young lady,” I chastise her.

               She’s laying there like some spoiled brat who was just told they weren’t getting another bowl of ice cream. 

              “Come on Rick,” she pleads.

               I rolled my eyes at her again.

             “Give a man some time to rebuild his strength,” I groan.

              “What about a short nap?” she inquires.

              “I’ll need more than that.”

              “I need more of that.”

             “Karla I swear you’re insatiable!”

              She laughs and then smiled at me with a very sexy and sweet grin.  If I had any stamina left I might’ve gotten hard all over again.  But the only thing that could’ve raised my cock from the dead was Jesus Christ himself.  Frankly I wouldn’t have let him do it.  

             “What do you think I am a machine?” I say in a shocked tone.

             “A machine?  Now that’s a very interesting concept,” she quips.

               At this time I should’ve known better, asked her to leave with the false promise of seeing her again.  Afterwards I could’ve gotten some much needed sleep.  But no, I had to be stupid.

            “You’re joking, right?”

            “Partially I think.”

            “Well I work in wood, not metal.”

            “You’re a carpenter?”

            “Yes.”

            Then a radical, bizarre idea hits me like a baseball bat to the forehead.  I start to grin myself.

            “What are you thinking of?” she queries.

            “I’ll make you a deal,” I offer.  “If you let me sleep I promise I’ll make you a machine you’ll find very interesting.”

            “What?  Are you going to order it from the Internet?”

            “I think I can whip something up without bothering with that.”

            Karla looks at me and I can see the curiosity building in her mind by the look on her face.  She begins to chew on a fingernail and then jerks it away. 

            “Okay you’ve got yourself a deal,” she tells me.

            “Thank god, can I get some rest now?” I groan.

            “Sure thing Rick.  Rick with the big, thick dick.”

            I ignore her childish joke.  I climb into bed and she wraps her body around mine.  Untangling myself from her clutches I reach over and shut off the light, my thoughts turning lazily over the possibilities in my mind.  Sleep overtakes me.

 ****

            Two days and an irate visit from my landlord I am sitting at my kitchen table with a mixture of the strangest collection of items staring at me.  First there is a large dildo.  It is a pink latex monstrosity which rivals my own natural girth and made me feel embarrassed from buying it all over again.  Second there are two power tools, a drill and a reciprocating saw; both are from the tool box in the bed of my truck.  Third is the vise I’ve clamped onto the edge of my dining room table, it too is from my collection of tools.  Last, but far from least is a caulking gun with a tube of high-density, quick drying adhesive.  I’m just hoping my mother doesn’t drop in for an unannounced visit while I’m creating this.

            “One of these things is not like the other,” I sing sarcastically.

            I take the drill and put in a one-inch bit into its jaws.  Tightening it down I run the cord over to the outlet and plug it in.  Carefully holding the king-sized dong I begin to drill out a hole in the center.  When finished I open the windows and go outside for fresh air onto the balcony because burning latex stinks to high heaven.   After a trio of cigarettes I re-enter the apartment.

            “Lucky for me I broke a drill bit the other day,” I say to myself.  “At least I won’t have to waste using a good one on Karla’s machine.”

            This is the tricky part.  I have to make sure it’s centered and not off balanced or it’s going to wobble like crazy when used.  Cutting off the tip of the adhesive tube I place the dildo between my legs (feeling very gay at the time) and pump the void full of the thick white glue.  With dong in hand I move to the vise I’ve attached to the table and clamp it down to keep it in place while the adhesive dries.

            “I wonder if this is how Doc Johnson got his start?” I ponder with a laugh.  “Oh well after this dries I’m going to have to test it out to make sure it’s secure.  I’d hate to have an accident during its first use.  A trial run is a good idea.”

 ****

            Thursday night I’m sitting at the table again.  The glue has dried and the metal rod sticking out of it while I’m using a small level to check my work. 

            “Well it’s off a bit by that shouldn’t matter much,” I announce to no one. 

            I plug in the reciprocating saw, widen the chuck and attached my creation into its metal jaws.  Feeling rather stupid I change my mind about turning it on where I can be seen by my neighbors across the street.  Unplugging it I feel the hot redness of embarrassment creeping into my cheeks.  I carry it into the bedroom, draw the curtains and power it up. 

            “Okay,” I sigh.  “Here goes nothing.”

            I depress the safety and trigger.

            The pink fake cock begins to jab wildly and quickly.  The comical sight of it makes me howl with laughter and it only gets funnier when I pull the trigger all the way. 

            “Oh my god!” I wail.  “It’s Robo-Dick!  This is what it must look like when those robots from The Terminator fuck.”

            I release the trigger and sink to my knees still gripped by the silliness and hilarity of what I’ve made.  Wiping furiously at my streaming eyes I can’t settle my gaze on the contraption without resuming my insane laughter.  Finally I get a grip on myself and unplug the saw, detach the dildo and put it into my nightstand. 

            “N-now all that’s missing is Karla,” I stammer.

 ****

            I have just eaten dinner and put the dishes into the dishwasher when the door buzzer goes off.  It’s Friday and I don’t have to wonder who it is.  It’s Karla with a K, Karla who can’t come enough.  Cuddly, kinky, carnal Karla, say that three times fast.  Padding over in bare feet I depress the button and rhetorically ask who it is.

            “It’s me,” she says.  “It’s Karla.”

            “I’ll buzz you in,” I reply.

            I hold the button down for a few seconds and grin to myself. 

            “At least she won’t wear me down to a stub tonight,” I snicker.

            There’s a knock at my door and I open it up without looking to see who it is.  My jaw drops open like its hinges are broken.  Karla is dressed for success.

            The clingy hot red dress hugs every decadent curve and delicious bulge.  I start to think it’s painted on but realize its not.  Her breasts stretch the fabric of her attire and it’s like any second the material is going to fail spilling out her huge tits.  Karla walks up to me and numbly I stand there in the doorway.  She snakes her arms around me sensually and gives me a tonsil deep kiss which leaves me breathless.  Her matching purse bumps against my hip, vaguely I note the weight of it.  I wonder what this sex-crazed woman has hidden in its interior.

            “TGIF,” she purrs.  “How’s Rick tonight?”

            “Fine,” I mutter stupidly.

            “I brought a friend, do you mind?”

            “Uh… no.”

            She steps aside to reveal another person behind her.  My eyes almost pop out of my skull.  The woman lurking in the hallway barely reaches my navel in height.  She’s only about four foot five inches tall but she’s blonde, pretty and dressed like Karla’s twin.  Except where her friend is wearing scarlet, Tracy’s dress, purse and heels are black.  Her hair falls in a straight line to mid-back.  It looked like spun gold, soft and glowing.  But I am captivated by her face.  There is a sweetness to her, a provocative innocence having little to do with her stature.  She was all women yet something about this woman made me want to get to know her in more than just an intimate way.

            “Rick meet Tracy… Tracy this is Rick.”

            “Pleased to meet you Rick,” she says shyly.  “I’ve heard so much about you.”

            “It’s nice to meet you too Tracy.”

            “Tracy and I go back a long way,” Karla explains.  “She’s my best friend.  I hope you don’t mind but I told her everything about you.”

            “We share everything,” the short woman says knowingly.

            “I’m flattered,” I mutter.

            The little person, I know better than call her a midget struts across the threshold and looks up at me.  I realize she’s expecting the same reception as Karla.  I lean down and she brazenly pulls me into a deep oral greeting, good if not better than her best friend.  My heart is banging away with the sound of a claw hammer like I’m putting up studs at work. 

            “So is my surprise ready?” the brunette asks.

            “Yes, in fact it is,” I remark.

            “I’m dying to see what you made for me.  That’s why I brought Tracy along, you see if you’re going to please me I thought she could… well… tend to your needs.”

            “That’s very thoughtful of you.  Tracy is beautiful, unexpected but very beautiful.”

            “Why thank you Rick,” the blonde says.  “You’re such a gentleman.”

            “Gentle isn’t what I’m after… not tonight,” Karla says with a giggle and jiggle.

            “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” I suggest.

            “Ooh, by all means.”

             The party moves quickly into my bedroom without much fanfare or discussion.  It was refreshing, everyone knew what they wanted and there wasn’t a need to negotiate.  I let the women in first and they both gasped in pleasant surprise at the state of the chamber.  Taking a bit of time I had put new sheets on the bed, lit several candles and spritzed the room with a new product I purchased.  Supposedly it was designed to increase passion in women by duplicating male pheromones.   I just liked the smell, not that these ladies needed any further motivation.

            “This is so romantic!” Tracy exclaimed.

            “You did good Rick,” the brunette stated.  “So where’s this miracle device?”

            “All in good time,” I told her.

            I shut the door and turned on some soft music.  Slinking up against me like a minx in heat Karla runs her hands all over my body.  Tracy looks a bit uncomfortable and just removes her shoes.

            “I’m so hot,” the raven-haired nymph whispered.  “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.  So don’t you dare disappoint me.”

            “I’m sure you’ll find my creation to your liking,” I answered.

            She kissed me, soul deep.  The tiny blonde climbed up onto my bed and lay across it in a demure, yet seductive manner.  I noted for the first time her legs were slightly bowed, but perfectly formed.  She toyed at her cleavage, running a finger across the top of her breasts and daringly staring into my eyes.  Between Karla’s mouth and Tracy’s antics I began to rise to the occasion.  Like a ten foot anaconda trapped in a ten gallon fish tank it quickly became uncomfortable.

            I reached around Karla’s body and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to a blood-like puddle around her ankles.  As expected she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  Her huge tits bobbed and swayed, the pink rose-colored nipples brazenly stared at me, begging to be touched.  She turned around in my embrace and allowing me to squeeze her bosom, pluck at her nipples while she moaned in appreciation.  Past the woman’s dark hair I saw Tracy’s face twist momentarily into jealousy.  I ran my hand down Karla’s flat stomach and softly fondled her pussy.  But the entire time I kept my gaze locked with the woman on the bed.  She licked her lips and shuddered with anticipation.

            Karla twisted back around and yanked off my work-shirt, undid my belt and pushed my pants to the floor.  With her body blocking her friend’s view she smirked at me.  The hard firmness of my trapped cock pressed in a demanding fashion against her cunt.  I stepped out of my pants and kicked off my shoes.  

            “Raise your feet,” she whispered.

            I did so and she removed my socks, one hiked leg at a time.  With a naughty laugh she looked over her shoulder at Tracy.  I felt her fingers slid into the top of my boxers.

            “And now the moment you’ve been waiting for,” she said. 

            With an emcee’s dramatic flourish she moved around me and yanked down my underwear.  Nearly ten inches of manhood flopped out, semi-hard, still growing and twitching.  The small woman on the bed let out a gasp of surprise and sexual hunger.

            “Oh my god!” she squealed.  “I thought you were lying to me Karla.”

            “Nice isn’t it?” the brunette snickered.  “I promised you a piece of prime, grade A, USDA approved slab of carpenter’s cock.  I didn’t disappoint you, did I?”

            Tracy’s eyes were locked on my shaft.  I watched her become mesmerized by the growing thick tube between my legs, she shuddered enough for me to see it.  It was the polar opposite of a snake charmer.  Instead of the snake being hypnotized by its handler, the charmer was captivated by the snake.

            The blonde sat up and moved towards the brass footboard, but was halted in her progress by her friend’s waggling finger.

            “Not yet,” Karla chastised her.  “First come, first served Tracy.”

            The comment didn’t go over well.  I could see it in her eyes the woman, now on her hands and knees on the bed didn’t want to wait nor did she think the porking order was fair.  Her lower lip quivered.

            Reaching around the brunette took my aching cock in her right hand.  The velvety soft feeling of her palm and fingers began to caress my ever-hardening length.  I looked down to watch her jerk me off.  The long red nails of her digits contrasted with the pallor of my flesh.  The sight of my foreskin wrinkling and smoothing back out from her stroking fist made my breath quicken.  Another hand circled around my waist and began to cup and squeeze my contracting balls.  I moaned despite myself.

            “Ooh he’s getting all stiff,” she said from over my shoulder.  “Can you see it?”

            “Yes,” Tracy answered.

            “I can feel it getting thick, hard—it wants pussy so bad.”

            “I-I know.”

            “Look at the size of it, it’s humongous.”

            “Please Karla…”

            “You want this?  Do you want this big, thick cock in your pretty pussy?”

            “Yes.”

            I saw the lusty need in Tracy’s face and the images of stuffing as much of me into her sodden slit made me shiver all over. 

            “Show me how much you want it,” Karla demanded.  “Touch yourself.”

            To my utter shock and delight the blonde on the bed literally tore off her dress and exposed the fact she too wore no undergarments.  Her breasts were perfect for her size, not too big but not too small.  Tracy’s body curved beautifully to her waist and widened in sexy manner from her hips.  She spread her legs, I almost died.  Her pussy was so small, delicate and capped with golden curls trimmed in a heart shape.  Thighs splayed open, fingers descended past her navel and the first touch of her index finger upon her pouting nether lips made me buck my hips in hot, naked need.  Karla could’ve disappeared and I wouldn’t have noticed.

            “Are you wet?” Karla asked.

            “Yes—so wet,” she replied in a hushed voice.

            “Poor Tracy is so horny.  I bet a nice, hot beef injection is just what the doctor would order, don’t you think so Rick?”

            “That would be my prescription,” I answered.

            “Stand up Tracy and let him worship that tasty pussy of yours.”

            The small woman stood up on shaky legs and carefully walked to the edge of the bed.  She spread her legs a bit and I instinctively bent over at the waist to sample her intimate wares.  The hot smell of her damp sex made my mouth water.  Leaning across the railing of the footboard I ignored the cold kiss of the metal and dragged a long, slow lick across Tracy’s glistening cunt.  It was finger licking good.

            “Oh yes,” she moaned.

            Karla kept stroking my cock, I pulled at the labia with my lips and Tracy shuddered and groaned.  I felt the hand fondling my balls slip away, soon to be replaced by the wet sounds of the woman behind me masturbating.  Her breath wafted past my shoulder in warm gusts. 

            “He’s good, isn’t he?” she asked in a throaty tone.

            “Oh yes,” the blonde replied.

            I continued to lick, lap and nuzzle the dewy, sweet tasting pussy Tracy possessed.  Her body began to shift, her ability to stay upright was slowly deteriorating. 

            “Enough of that,” Karla commanded. 

            “Karla,” Tracy whined.

            “Yeah really, I was just getting into it,” I griped.

            “I know you were, both of you.  But I have always wanted to see my friend get fucked by a huge dicked man.  Besides that’s what you both want, isn’t it?” the brunette retorted.

            I couldn’t argue with that.  Tracy lay on her back, splaying her legs and awaiting my invasion of her pussy.  Karla released her hold on my cock and continued to stroke, delve and play with her cunt.  I climbed on the bed, a bit nervously since I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t hurt this delicate flower I was about to plunge into.

            “Maybe you should get on top,” I suggested, “I’m pretty heavy.”

            “Don’t worry, I’m a big girl and I’ve done this before,” she stated.  “Just don’t make me wait—I’m so turned on right now I can barely stand it.”

            Kneeling between her parted legs I took the thick shaft in my hand and rolled a condom over its girth.  Finishing my task I aimed it towards her cleft.  I heard Tracy take a deep breath as if in preparation for what was to come.

            “Do it Rick,” Karla demanded.

            The tip slid in without impediment and the woman beneath me gasped out in surprise.  Slowly, deliberately I sank half of my length into her hot, wet orifice.  Tracy’s eyes widened in shock at first and then they altered to pleasurable surprise at being so gently filled.  Knowing I wasn’t hurting her, I gave her another three inches, watching my cock disappear into her was an incredible arousing sight to behold. 

            “Ooh you’ve got all but three inches in you,” Karla commented.  “How does it feel?”

            “Great, oh yeah he’s so nice and big,” Tracy husked out.

            “Want the rest?”

            “Hell yes!”

            I looked down to see her pussy bulging from my meat and I must have looked very concerned.  Tracy reached up and caressed my face and I looked her in the eyes.

            “No worries,” she whispered.  “I have a dildo the same size, don’t treat me any different than you would any other woman.”

            “Are you sure?” I replied.

            “Yes.”

            “You are gorgeous, you know that right?”

            “You’re so sweet, please make love to me.”

            I began to piston my hips entering and retreating from Tracy’s slippery hole in a tender pace.  Behind me I could hear the heavy breathing of Karla as she watched my shaft snake in and out of her friend’s slit.  The sloshing noises of her furious masturbating, coupled with our lovemaking were the only sounds I heard. 

            “Faster,” Tracy begged unexpected.

            I moved my hips accordingly and began to drive my cock deep and rip it out with more force.  The bed began to creak.  Leaning forward I kissed her hard and fast.  Our tongues wrestled in a greedy manner until we both broke the oral lock to catch our breaths.  I quickened my pace, Tracy whimpered with desire.  Faster and faster I plunged into her amazed and aroused she could take my full length.

            “Yes!” Karla groaned loudly.  “Fuck her!  Fuck her brains out Rick.  Oh this is so hot, so exciting.  You should see it Tracy!  Your pussy spreads so wide when he goes into it.  I swear you’re going to split open.  Oh yes—so incredibly hot.”

            The two of us had no words for the sensations, we kept staring into each other’s eyes locked in soul baring gaze neither one of us wanted to break.  If Karla hadn’t begun swatting me on the ass I think we would’ve been linked psychically. 

            “Ouch!  Damn you Karla!” I shouted.

            “Faster Rick!” she commanded.  “I said faster, harder—give her all you’ve got.”

            I tried to comply and soon I saw the woman under me turn red in the face, her orgasm’s nearness plainly written on her beautiful features.  I too was nearing the end of my run.  Tracy’s body went into convulsions from the repeated grinding rub of my cock’s head against her G-spot.  It only took a few more strokes before she erupted like Mount Saint Helens.

            “Oh yes!” she cried out.

            Her body went into a frantic dance of climatic undulations.  I felt the slap of her thighs against me, I watched her breasts jiggle wildly and her mouth form a perfect O of orgasmic delight. 

            “She’s coming!” Karla wailed.  “Oh yes, I love it—it’s amazing.”

            Tracy’s body convulsed in fading jerks and thrusts, she stuffed her hand into her mouth to keep from shrieking to the heavens.   With a groan she closed her eyes and experienced one last but very long quiver of pure ecstasy.  I had yet to cum though, each time I pushed in and out she whimpered in delightful torment from the feeling of continued ravishment.  Trying to be nice I hoped to be gentle yet summon forth my own climax.  I slowed up, this wasn’t on the agenda apparently.

            “Please don’t quit on my account,” she hoarsely whispered.

            No words came to mind so I picked up the rhythm and began driving myself into her with reckless abandon.  Behind us I could hear the hysterical stroking and sighing noises of Karla’s self-pleasuring.  I was almost there and sensing my need Tracy reached up and squeezed the bounty of her breasts with both hands.  Her face contorted into a mask of carnal delight and she licked her trembling lips.  The image she gave me was more than enough.  Such innocence coupled with such brazen carnal desire was a combination I never saw before.

            “Holy s-shit!” I shouted at her actions.

            I exploded into the condom.

            Never before have I had such an intense orgasm.  Wave after wave of my seed jetted out of my cock quickly filling the rubber I was wearing.  It felt like it had the heat and consistency of molten lava, summoned from the hot depths of my soul.  I stuffed myself into her fully, my balls touching the base of her convulsing cunt.  My eyes actually crossed from the power of my climax.   It seemed like hours before my meat stopped its merry spewing and I could withdraw it from her soft clutches.  I looked into Tracy’s eyes.

            “Wow,” I stated.

            “Wow indeed,” she said with a smile.  “That was pretty amazing.”

            “I know, it was a first for me.”

            Her face grew soft and questioning.  I wondered if I had said something wrong.  Karla obviously didn’t hear us; she was too busy trying to get herself off to notice we were talking.  I could hear the wet noises of her frantic rubbing accented by the hot groans shuddering out of her mouth.

            “What do you mean by that?” she queried.

            “I’ve never had that intense an orgasm before,” I whispered.

            “Even with Karla?”

            “Nope.”

            “I don’t know what to say.”

            “Don’t say anything then.”

            She became slightly embarrassed and confusion reigned across her features.  I kissed her chastely on the lips and winked at her.  These acts seemed to buoy her confidence and drive home the point I wasn’t lying.  Hell I really wasn’t lying at all.

            “Oh shit,” Karla screamed repeatedly. 

I felt the bed rock violently back and forth.  Looking over my shoulder I saw she was bucking against the footboard like a maniac.  Her face was screwed up in a red mask of carnal ecstasy, her fingers furiously rubbing her gleaming slit.  Her body began to sink to the floor, hiding the view of her hand until only her face remained.  It took several minutes before she was able to speak.      

            “I’ve got to clean up,” I announced, “I’ll be right back.”

            I departed the room which now smelled heavily and musky from the three orgasms.  Padding naked to the bathroom I turned on the tap to wash off.  I lathered up my hands and stood on the balls of my feet to dangle my cock over the sink.  The warm water and soap made me groan out because I was so sensitive now.  Handfuls of water were used to rinse away the suds bit each deluge made my body shake.

            “Need a hand?” Tracy asked.

            She was standing in the bathroom’s threshold, her hip cocked in a sultry manner.  Damn she was sexy!

            “No I’ve got it—oh, hand me that towel would you please?” I answered.

            She snagged it and tossed it my way.  I dried off feeling very self-conscious about what I was doing and she stood there still admiring at me.

            “Where’s your friend?” I inquired.

            “She’s doing a few lines of coke,” the diminutive sex-pot quipped.

            “You don’t indulge?”

            “No, I don’t do drugs.”

            “Is there something on your mind?”

            “Yes.  I want to know how serious you were a few minutes ago.  Was it really that good?”

            I chuckled at her question, but not in a hurtful manner.

            “Yes it was, why are you surprised?” I remarked.

            “Well…,” she began.

            “I can understand your problem.  Karla gets all the guys and since she’s a maniac in bed you feel you’re not comparable, right?”

            “Something like that.”

            “Well let me tell you something Tracy, you’re damn sexy, beautiful and I’m really attracted to you.”

            “But not as much as you are to Karla, right?”

            “Actually it’s the other way around.  Karla’s not the kind of woman who’ll ever be satisfied with just one guy.  You on the other hand, well let’s just say I think you’re special.”

            She stared at me with the most incredible look on her face.  It was as if I just stated I was from Mars and wanted to take her away in my spaceship.  But I could understand her reaction.  I’m sure it was a first.

            “Look,” I resumed, “you shouldn’t compete with your friend.  Instead you should realize you’re a special person in your own right.  Frankly when Karla gets what she wants from me and tonight I suspect I’ll never hear from her again it’ll be over between us.  I didn’t care for you obeying her orders like that.  It was demeaning and cruel, I promise to treat you like the queen you are.  So what do you say?  Want to go out with me?  You know, a real date, dinner, movie and drinks afterwards?”

            “You’re joking.”

            “Absolutely not.”

            “You’re serious about this?”

            “Do you want to get a Bible and make me swear on it?”

            “Okay, okay you’ve made your point.”

            “Well we better get back, I want to make good on my promise to Karla.”

            “You make it sound like a chore.”

            “It is.  I only suggested I’d make a machine for her so she’d let me go to sleep last Friday.  I really didn’t expect her to take me seriously.  But I’m glad, if she hadn’t I would’ve never met you, Tracy.”

            I leaned down and kissed her.  It was, as before a marvelously wonderful sensation.  I wanted to stay there, our lips locked together and our tongues playing tag.

            “Hey what are you two doing in there?” the sex-starved brunette shouted from the bedroom.

            We stopped kissing, I could sense she was as regretful about this as I was.  It was written all over her pretty face.

            “Get started without me,” Tracy said with a smile.  “I have to use the bathroom.”

            “See you when you’re done,” I said softly.  “I just hope you’re not too shocked with what’s about to happen.”

            She smiled and blew me a kiss, I walked away feeling pretty good about things.

            Karla with a K was lying across my bed stuffing a small vial and a compact mirror into her red handbag.  She sniffed several times and wiped at her nose.  I tried not to frown in disgust to see her bad habit exposed it made me think even less of her.  Oh I’ve smoked my share of pot, but the harder stuff was never my cup of tea.  I wondered how much of her sexual appetite was sincere or was she getting her lusty needs from the Devil’s Dandruff.

            “So ready for the main event?” she slurred.

            “I think you better worry about yourself, not me,” I remarked.

            “Is it going to be that—special?”

            “Oh I think you’ll be surprised.”

            “I can’t wait!”

            I moved to the closet and began opening the doors when Tracy strolled into the bedroom and shut the door.  I produced the king-sized dildo first, both women’s eyes bulged out.

            “What’s that sticking out of the bottom?” the brunette asked.

            “You’ll see,” I replied cryptically.

            But if the fake cock was a shock the looks on their faces when I displayed the reciprocating saw and the power cord was even more astonished than before.  Neither of them spoke while I widened the chuck and secured the phallic device to it.  I bent over to plug it in when Karla finally spoke.

            “Saw me?  You’re going to fucking saw me to an orgasm?” she tittered nervously.

            “You wanted a sex machine, I made one.  Are you backing out now?” I smirked.

            “N-no.  Is it safe?”

            “There’s no blade in the dildo, just a broken drill bit.  Don’t worry there are no sharp edges or points to hurt you with.”

            “I can’t believe it,” Tracy muttered.

            “You want to try?” Karla asked.

            “No, I’ll pass.”

            “How do you want me?”

            “Well let’s try doggy style, put your legs through the slats in the footboard and we’ll begin,” I replied.

            Wiggling into place, her ass hiked high in the air Karla moved into position.   Without being commanded to do so, she spread her legs wide exposing her still wet pussy.

            “Tracy,” she said over her shoulder.  “I want you to suck his cock while he fucks me with this bad boy.”

            “Okay Karla,” the blonde said.

            “Tracy could you hand me the lube over on the nightstand?” I queried.

            “Sure Rick.”

            She quickly returned with the lube bottle I had purchased at the same time as the dildo and I opened it.  A disgusting sounding squirt occurred when I greased the pink monster up and all of us laughed at it.

            “Ready?” I questioned.

            “Let fly.”

            “What do you call that thing?” Tracy asked.

            “It’s a She Saw,” I chuckled.

            This caused the women to howl with laughter.  Pressing the tip against Karla’s hot, red pussy I depressed the safety and put my finger on the trigger.

            “Now before we start I have to warn you this thing can go up to two-thousand, eight hundred strokes per minute,” I recited.

            “Holy shit!” Tracy blurted out.

            “Saw me baby,” Karla whined.  “I’m ready.”

            I set the housing on the top rail of the footboard for better control.  Tracy slid around against my right side, I suspected to watch in disbelief at what her friend was about to receive.

            “Here we go,” I said.

            At first I just pushed it in and out of her cunt without touching the trigger.  It spread apart her tender folds and disappeared fully inside.  Karla moaned.  I looked at Tracy and winked just before I barely pulled on the trigger and the room was suddenly filled with a chattering, metallic sound.

            “S-s-s-shit!” the kneeling female exclaimed.

            It was amazing.  The fake cock hammered into her cunt in a rapid pace and her ass and thighs began to dance with ripples.  Karla lowered her face to the bed and continued to moan and groan with delight.  The sight of it stuttering into her made my limp shaft begin to rise.  Tracy’s hot breath whooshed around my waist and I knew she too was getting aroused.  I pulled the trigger back a tad farther.  The reciprocating saw sped up making the flesh around it vibrate wildly.  I felt a hand reach around and grab onto my cock.

             Looking down I saw my erection grow dwarfing the small fist trying to encircle it.  The sight of my hard-on, big by most standards being held by such a tiny hand drove me past the boundaries of sexual excitement.  Tracy stroked me, fondled me and played with the purpled bulbous tip.  I groaned out loud and a dollop of pre-cum appeared at the head of my shaft.

            “M-m-more!” Karla begged loudly.

            I depressed the trigger even more.  The noisy power tool began flying out of the woman’s pussy at an incredible rate.  I knew it was barely moving at a quarter of the speed but that, my mind calculated would be seven hundred strokes per minute.  The flesh of her ass began rippling like crazy, her thighs vibrated and spread further apart.

            “More lube,” I said above the racket.

            The bottle was slapped into my palm and I pressed it against Karla’s quivering cunt.  I squeezed it hard, sending a huge glob of clear lube into her.  Tracy took the bottle from me, never removing her hand or missing a stroke.  My cock was hard enough to break down doors.

            “F-f-fuck… m-m-me!” the nymphomaniac stammered.  “O-o-oh yeah!”

            I didn’t feel comfortable with the machine going any faster and didn’t increase the power to the dildo.  I felt Tracy climb in front of me and begin to lick the pre-come off the tip of my organ.  I rolled my eyes in ecstasy.  Gazing downward I saw her small cheeks being pressed dangerously outward from the thickness of the object in her mouth.  She was humming in pleasure and it transmitted down the length of my cock.  My knees began to shake and concentrating was becoming difficult.

            “F-f-faster!” Karla demanded.  “G-go f-f-faster!”

            Reluctantly I pulled the trigger back and watched in utter amazement as she was jerked back and forth across the sheets.  The pink sex toy was a blur between her jiggling legs.  Quite frankly it scared me a bit.

            “That’s all you get,” I warned her.  “I’m not going to risk hurting you.”
            My answer was a guttural, animalistic snarl of pure carnal rage.  Karla wasn’t happy with what I’d said.  Meanwhile Tracy was jerking the base of my shaft while sucking half of it into her mouth.  My balls constricted and I peered down to see she was furiously masturbating.  Control became a thing of the past.

            “Shit!” I exclaimed.

            The woman between my legs yanked the reddened organ out of her mouth just in time to receive a splattering wad of semen which struck her across the mouth.  She milked me with her other hand and was given the gift of additional spurts of come across her beautiful face.  I heard her own orgasm go off when she opened her mouth to shout for joy.  It was quickly filled with pearl white splashes.  She released my shaft and grabbed the back of my knees and used her lips to clean me off despite my ongoing orgasm.

            “Y-you fuckers,” Karla screamed.  “You g-g-got off… make me c-c-cum!”

            I swayed on my feet and to my shock the kneeling woman pushed back against the saw.  To my utter horror I was locked in position by the blonde’s hands.  The butt of the power tool was jammed into my stomach making my organ shiver and spread its goodness all over Tracy’s face.  My arms were forced back and I fought against gravity.

            The trigger was pressed back to its fullest setting.

            Karla screamed.  At first it was a cry of utter and complete orgasmic ecstasy.  Her ass rippled like nothing I’d seen before.  She beat her fists against the mattress and raised her head up.  Gasping shouts mingled with deep desperate breaths.  But the cries and sounds of delight didn’t last.  The dildo was moving so fast I could hardly see it and there was a sudden smell of smoking flesh.  With a titanic effort I ripped my legs out of Tracy’s grasp and pulled the fake cock out of her friend’s cunt.  But it must’ve taken a full thirty seconds to do so.  I let go of the trigger and the saw died out instantly.

            “Holy shit!” I shouted, staggering away.

            “What happened?” Tracy pleaded nervously.

            “She pushed back on me and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling the trigger all the way down!”

            “S-she took twenty-eight hundred strokes?”

            “No, I don’t think so.”

            I looked at the convulsing woman on the bed.  Karla was violently shaking and thrashing around scattering pillows and sheets all over the bedroom.  She flopped onto her back, one leg dangling over the edge to bounce against the floor.  Her face was wearing a terrified expression of fear mingled with one of climatic happiness.  Her massive tits slapped together and rebounded.  In horror I watched as she clutched her cleavage, her face turning redder with each passing second.  Foamy spittle began spilling out of her mouth and was soon splattering the walls, mattress and even me. 

            “Karla!” Tracy shrieked.  “Oh my god what’s happening?”

            I rushed over and tried to hold her down, her eyes caught mine and I saw terror in those brown orbs.  The convulsions grew worse and I lost my grip on her.  The blonde woman, her face still smeared with my seed snatched at her purse and began dialing 911 on her cell phone.

            “What’s the address here?” she demanded.

            In a shaking voice I told her. 

            “Karla are you all right?” I asked.

            She didn’t, couldn’t answer.  Her eyes rolled until I could only see the whites of them.  The shaking stopped abruptly sending me farther down the path of total fear.  I put a finger to her throat, I could detect a pulse but it was uneven and fluttering.  Then it stopped.

            “She’s having a heart attack!” I shouted.

            I heard Tracy relay this information to the emergency dispatcher.  She hung up the phone and we started CPR on the silent body on the bed.  All the time I couldn’t believe what had happened.  Was it the saw?   Was it the cocaine?  Or perhaps a combination of both?

            “Hide that thing,” Tracy instructed me.  “She’s breathing on her own and her heart rate seems to be steady.”

            I did as I was told.  An hour later they were carting Karla off to the emergency room, Tracy (now dressed and still distraught) went along for the ride.  Me?  I took my truck down to meet them there.

 ****

            Two months later Tracy and I were still dating and in deeply in love.  Karla had been released from the hospital but she wasn’t the same.  The stroke had drastically changed her mental state and she went from a sexual wild-woman to nearly a nun.  The doctors had chalked it up to a bad batch of cocaine.  Tracy and I had our doubts.  Personally I think she reached the bounds of utter pleasure and this knowledge was too much for her beleaguered brain to handle.  Maybe I’m just fooling myself, but even Tracy agrees it’s not beyond the boundaries of reality.  I tossed the business end of the She Saw in the garbage.  I’m enough man for my woman and we don’t need any additional toys than the one’s nature gave us.  If only Karla would’ve realized this.

 THE END

       

Unpublished excerpt from “White Light”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following excerpt contains adult language and sexual situations, if you are under the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW!  This is book, “White Light” is about woman who has never experienced the joys of sex and meets a man at a bar who offers her a chance to truly examine his cock. 

WHITE LIGHT

The inside of her house felt totally strange to her and it had nothing to do with the new furnishings.  A man was in her home.  A man she planned on touching, and perhaps even going further.  Her mouth was dry, her legs were shaking and her pussy was soaking through the small patch of material covering it.  That rebellious part of her body had begun to become aroused right after they came inside.  Now her upper thighs felt hot and slick, driving her further into a confused and eager state.

            Oh what am I doing?  This could turn out so badly! She wept inwardly.

            If you chicken out now you’ll never have another chance at this, her inner voice spat.  He wants you to and you desperately want it as well.  Why go against nature and how it’ll make you both feel?

            “Have a seat,” Sylvia offered with word and gesture.

            “Nice couch,” he complimented her.

            “Thanks.”

            “Make yourself comfortable.”

            “Do us both a favor and put on some music.”

            “Songs to touch a man by?  I don’t think I have anything like that in my collection.”

            “I have some Pepe Sanchez in my Suburban.  Let me go get it.”

            “I’ve never heard of him.”

            “He’s known as the father of trova style of bolero, a slow tempo Latin music usually played in three-fourths time,” Nick replied. 

            “Okay.”

            Watching him depart she wondered briefly if he was going to come back or flee into the night out of pure desperation to save her embarrassment.  Shutting off a few of the lights she found it was more romantic in the terms of what was about to transpire.  Her heart was thudding in her rib cage until he returned.

            “Here,” he said holding out a CD. “Put this on.”

            Pressing the Eject button she set the colorful disc onto the tray and pushed it in gently, the faint sounds began and Sylvia found it was very pleasing.  Turning around she saw he was standing there nervously. 

            “How do you want to start?” she inquired.

            “You decide.  I want you to set the pace and I’ll just follow along quietly.”

            Reaching up she ran a shaking hand across his belt feeling the coldness of the buckle, the smoothness of the leather and bumping over the loops of his pants.  Her palm stopped and ran from his belt clasp downward.  He softly sighed when her digits passed by the bulge protruding against the crotch of his trousers and beyond.  Licking her lips she parted the folds of his fly.  The silver of the zipper twinkled in the low illumination and Sylvia discovered her fingers were quaking too much to capture the small object that would free his cock from its imprisonment.  Using her other hand she held the fabric apart and tugged his fly down slow and leisurely.

            “Ah,” he gasped.

            It didn’t flop out like she expected.  Spying into the darkness of his fly she could see his cock coiled around his underwear.  It was slowly growing.  Fascinated she watched while he stood there and waited patiently.  Reaching into the recesses of his pants and finding to her surprise that his pubic hair tickled her knuckles while she fished around gently.  With her other hand spreading the zipper apart Sylvia slid out the object that was mesmerizing her. 

            Okay I’ve seen a few in my time as a nurse but I’ve always averted my eyes, she admitted to herself.  But this is truly fascinating.

            The tip of it was helmet-shaped and an odd shade of pink but not quite light purple.  The tiny slit it possessed flexed with each new spurt of growth.  It widened in diameter until reaching a ridge-like ending that rolled over onto the foreskin beyond.  Lifting it upward she gazed into the soft flesh running beneath.  Her actions made Nick grunt.  She could see that the color of his foreskin was lighter where he had been circumcised so many years ago for the rest of the penis was darker in hue.

            It’s like a tube under here where it is flatter on the top, she said in a not so clinical manner.  Emerging from underneath the base of it and sinking into the head the flesh is more loosely gathered than the other side.  Look at all the blue veins running and criss-crossing his penis!  I expected it to be smooth on the surface but it has bumps and ridges almost by design.  I wonder why?

            Running a lightly clenched hand down the quivering shaft she marveled at how it smoothed out the skin and then crinkled it up when she dragged her palm towards the tip.  The act made his cock jump in her hand, surprising her.   Sylvia noted his testicles for the first time.

            Gathered up beneath the lengthening shaft they were hugging tightly against his body.  Thinking almost that these busy factories were retreating from her she caressed them with her other hand making Nick gasp. 

            Wow they’re hard and knotted up, she mused.  They’re as vein covered and his penis but surrounding them is flesh of the same texture as the skin on an elbow.  Look at the gray hairs in his pubes!  I never thought about that.  I know he sports it near his temples I never expected to find it around his cock and balls.

            Heat erupting all over her body and a breathless feeling coursing through it as well made her giddy like she was in a place with a thinner atmosphere.  Breathing heavily she tried to remain calm, but it wasn’t possible.  Pounding like a bass drum her heart thundered in her chest and she found herself licking her unexpectedly dry lips.  Continuing her examination she undid his pant’s button and let them fall to the floor around his ankles.  With a quick release of the interesting organ in her hand she tugged his boxer shorts off with a single yank.  There he stood before her, open and utterly revealed for her visual inspection.

            I can smell a musky scent, Sylvia thought.

            Caressing the tight shapes of his testicles and slowly stroking his cock she began to deliberately make him grow to fullness. 

            I know all the medical reasons for what’s happening.  The contraction of the testicles, the cutting off of blood to make the penis hard and the rest but it’s amazing to witness live and in person.  Oh my God what is that?

            A pearl-colored drop oozing out of the tiny slit in the head of his shaft appeared slowly.  Shining in the soft light it tantalized and teased her.  Staring at it like it was the sudden emergence of an alien life form coming out of a spacecraft her she found her eyes were captivated by it. 

            I-I know what I want to do! Sylvia stammered to herself.  But this is supposed to be just a clinical examination.

            You dowsed the lights and he suggested soft music, don’t you realize that he wants exactly for you to do what exactly what you’re currently thinking? a unbidden voice suggested.

            “I want…,” she began.

            “I know it’s okay,” he answered hoarsely.

            She leaned forward with trembling and opening lips.

He slid across her lower lip and onto her tongue.  A sigh of satisfaction groaned out of Nick’s mouth when she closed around his quivering cock.  Pumping leisurely her other hand stroked the base of his shaft while her lips encircled his girth and Sylvia experienced his intimate flavor.  The dot of pre-come sang upon her taste buds.  The salty flavor made her try to categorize it but it defied all her attempts to do so.   She gave up trying and pushed forward dragging the sensitive organ further back until she could take no more of his length.  Pulling back she began unconsciously coating the rigid, throbbing cock with hot saliva until it easily slipped and slid out between her lips.  Flicking her eyes to either side she grinned when noting his hands and curled into silent fists and shook mightily.

            He’s trying to remain calm but I’ve pushed him past that point, she quietly smirked.

            Her left hand rose to cup the pulsating twin balls beneath the object snaking in and out of her mouth.  Bucking forward from the sensation Nick drove his cock deeper into her mouth almost making her gag.  Reason fled Sylvia in a hot flash.

            I want this!  Oh God how I want this! she shuddered. 

            Her professional investigation vanished in an instant and permitting herself to lose control she began to suck him with a virginal eagerness that shocked and pleased her.  Rocking back and forth on her heels Sylvia enjoyed the fullness in her mouth, how it bulged her cheeks when she turned her head.  The hardness of his organ and the willingness of her actions made her feel totally in control and in the moment.  Departing his hard working balls she stroked his right leg to discover his knees were shaking.  He let out a moan of regret when she stopped her oral assault and pushed him gently to the couch.  His member was now a hot scarlet shade bobbing towards her absent mouth seemingly angry for the sudden lack of attention.

            “Sit down,” she husked out.  “You’re going to fall.”

            He said nothing in response, but did as she bade him.

            Spreading his legs with her hands Sylvia marveled at the wet glistening of her own salvia on this man’s cock.  Trying not to giggle she proceeded to cover his rampant shaft with her lips once more.  Slurping sounds filling her ears along with the barely audible sighs from Nick she greedily devoured him.  It was minutes before she realized that his hands were on either side of her head tenderly guiding her face. 

            I wonder how much I can take? she pondered.  He’s so big…so hard and I can’t believe I’m thinking of doing this!

            Pressing her face into his lap she allowed the thickly convulsing organ to reach the back of her throat past her gums.  Hotness erupted on her face when her air supply was cut off.  Pulling back frantically she regain a clearer passage to her lungs but the overwhelming feeling of having such a mouthful thrilled her.  

            One more time but less enthusiastically I think.

            Rolling his balls in her right hand, stroking the base with her other and letting him slide to the back of her throat Sylvia made Nick cry out loudly.  Grinning around the base of his cock she giggled when his pubic hair tickled her lips, cheeks and nose.

            “Oh…Sylvia,” he gasped.  “T-that is incredible!”

            I’m glad you like it but I’m not done, she thought at him.

            Shockingly Nick raised his legs and put his feet on the cushions of the couch exposing his entire bottom half.  A dim recollection invaded her mind and she recalled what he said about his prostate.  Sliding out of her mouth the cock twitched and shivered in front of her nose while she put her left index finger into her mouth wetting it with as much spit as possible. 

            He senses what I’m about to do, look at how he’s trembling! She stated inwardly.

            Covering his throbbing, aching cock with her mouth she began pressing the wet tip of her digit into the puckered opening below and behind his balls.

            “Oh…shit!” he sobbed out.

            This is so much fun!  I’m driving him crazy and I’m loving every second of it!

            Sinking up to the second knuckle Nick’s anus firmly gripped her finger.  Pumping it in and out in the same rhythm of her other hand and mouth she provided almost too much stimulation.  His legs began thrashing.  The wide mouthful began swelling in a frantic rush and Sylvia, despite her lack of experience knew what was about to happen.

            “S-Sylvia…,” he gasped.  “I can’t…I can’t…”

            “It’s okay,” she mumbled around his cock.

            Increasing her sucking, pumping and penetrating (and ignoring her rapidly aching knees) she gave him all she had.  Beating against the cushions Nick’s fists flailed spastically.  Her index finger sank all the way to her last knuckle, burying itself deeply into his rectum.  The first fluttering touch of tip of her digit against his hidden gland was enough to set him off.  Rearing back from what was about to occur she was still struck in the mouth by his climatic ejaculation. 

            Oh! She stated.

            Each flexing of his cock spewed another hot glob of seed onto her face making her eyes widen in surprise.  The smell of it, the accidental taste of it made her shudder between the legs until desire overrode her revulsion at it all.  Leaning forward she opened her mouth to cover the jerking cock and received, for her sins, a dollop of semen on her tongue.  That strange salty taste, unclassified by her mind, erupting into her brain set off a chain-reaction of sexual need.

            “Mmmm,” she moaned.

            Running her tongue all over his length she cleaned and lapped at his quivering organ until he was begging her in a strangled voice to stop.  Gone was the so-in-control man and in his place was revealed a male of flesh and blood, desire and need which made her happy to witness.  The evolution was dramatic.

            I can’t believe how soft it’s going.  More amazing is how easily I descended into a primal creature happily dining on his come, Sylvia said happily shuddering.   But my own needs are thundering through me, begging for release—but I’m afraid!  I don’t mind letting him bare his soul b-but I’m not ready to!

            Rising to her feet she padded into the kitchen and quickly washed her hands and face.  Revulsion shuddered through her when she realized where her left index finger had been.  Taking extra care she used anti-bacterial dish soap to clean away any traces upon that digit.  The tiny red thong running between the crack of her ass and over her increasingly dampening cunt was saturated.  Her own need pounding between her eyes made her feel frustrated and angry.

            Okay so now I’ve sucked a man’s penis, she thought.  My pussy is aching and I so badly want to come but I don’t think I can let him touch me just yet.  God this is so stupid!  I want him, need him but I’m so terrified he’ll tell me I’m bad in bed or just plain ugly.  I have to rid myself of David’s vulgar comments but not tonight!  I just can’t do it tonight. What have I done?  Am I becoming just like my co-workers, a pack of sluts who eagerly offer up their services just for a moment’s pleasure?  Oh God now I’m guilty!  What should I do?  I’m horny and yet I felt so terrible!

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Excerpt Time Again!

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GET INTO THE SPIRIT, BABY

Nikki Cummings was sprawled across the bed, innocent of clothing other than her corset, stockings, and low boots. Beneath her body were ruby colored silk sheets with a distinct, yet tasteful paisley pattern.  Her long blonde hair was fanned out around her head like the halo of an angel.  Her tanned skin shone from the effects of natural sunlight. 

Her large breasts strained against the tight black and pink corset that pressed her them together, creating a deep ravine of cleavage.  The cups of the undergarment fell shy of containing the full bounty of her bosom.  Her breasts were thrust upward to spill out over the top, exposing twin firm mounds crowned with light pink finials.  Just below the hemline of the corset her flat abdomen lay like a smooth meadow.  Following the slight indentation of her belly button, that fertile plain narrowed towards the delta of her loins.  Like ferns growing beside a river her golden pubic hair curled.  Those small tangles of hair, like neatly manicured hedges under the expert watch of a patient and caring gardener, framed her exposed womanhood. 

     “Oh yes… Richard,” she moaned with pleasure as her long legs rustled over the scarlet satin sheets.  The man sitting beside her on the bed was wearing a lacy poet’s shirt, snug black tights, and similarly shaded knee-high, shiny riding boots.  His curly black hair fell to his shoulders and glistened in the bright candlelight of the boudoir.  One hand ran across her glorious flesh as the other clenched a riding crop.    He tapped the flexible leather tip of the crop against the side of his boot as he rolled Nikki’s right nipple around his index finger and thumb.

     “Ah, Nikki, you’re such a naughty girl,” he whispered to her as she thrashed upon his bed.  “To come to a man’s bedchamber so willingly is not proper for a woman.”

     “Ah but Richard,” she cooed playing, along with him.  “You aren’t a  proper gentleman, to bring such a foul, crude device to our bed.”  She pointed with one dainty finger at the leather crop in his hand.  He looked at it and laughed as he took her point.  He leaned down and covered his mouth with hers and they drank kisses from one another.  His free hand roamed over her mountainous globes, down the smooth, taut skin of her tummy, and twirled the curls surrounding her dew-moistened labia. 

     “Ah!” she cried out as he ran a finger down the length of the tiny wet cleft.  Her hips rolled deliciously as she reacted to his touch.  He slowly parted the tender folds and pushed a single digit into her musky warmth, drawing a gasp of joy from her pink painted lips.  A slow but steady blush of deepening red crept over her cheeks as he grew bolder with his hand. 

      “So willing, so ready,” he murmured softly as he eased a pair of fingers into her.

     “Yes!  Oh Richard, yes!” she sobbed out as her hips bucked in an effort to deepen his penetration.  He watched as her breasts lolled around the cups of the corset.  He felt her hand fall from the bed and land in his lap.  Without prompting she began to knead the ever-growing hardness that was springing from his loins.  He removed his sodden fingers and placed them into his mouth, savoring her salty sweet flavor.  He felt her hands dance around the outline of his erection as he kicked off one boot and then the other.  Placing the crop just beside her, he stood up, pulled his white shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder carelessly.  She rolled over and pulled his tights down around his knees with trembling fingers.  His penis fell out boldly and twitched as it dangled in the cool air of the bedroom.  He saw her move forward and place a reverent kiss upon the purpled head.

     “Aaah,” he moaned as she took greater liberties with his member.  Soon he was enveloped by her satiny lips and pulled deeply into the warm, wet confines of her mouth.  She rolled her tongue around his girth and ran her full lips down his quivering shaft.  Richard’s mouth fell open as the sensations overpowered him.  His fingers fluttered around her spread thighs and he finally managed to generate enough thought to slide back in the fingers he had so recently removed.  Nikki moaned around the fullness in her mouth, sending shockwaves of pure delight through Richard’s body.  He pumped his hips with the same rhythm he used to stroke her pussy. 

     “Wait,” he gasped and moved backwards, tugging his cock from her lips.  He pulled off his tights with some difficulty and moved onto the bed with her.  Placing his knees on either side of her head he leaned forward until his face was inches from her swollen cunt.  He nuzzled the hood that surrounded her clitoris, sending her into throes of passionate squirming.  He plunged his tongue deep within her tender, wet folds and lapped at the nectar that moistened it.  He felt her tentative lips touch his pulsing organ again and cried out loudly as she took him back into her mouth.  Her hands encircled his ass and pulled his hips downward until he was embedded so deeply that she gagged slightly.  He licked and kissed her pussy; they both drank at each other’s loins. 

     “No… I must have more,” he hoarsely stated and pulled himself away from her body and from the depths of her mouth. 

     “Take it all,” she breathed, with her breasts heaving over the corset.  “Take all of me!”

He rolled her over and pushed her thighs apart with his legs.  She fell to her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder with her face flushed with desire.  He quickly untied the knotted strings holding the corset together and it fell onto the bed just beneath her.  Richard pressed the tip of his shaft into her heated cleft, spreading her labia around the very end.

     “No! Don’t tease, Richard,” she cried out.  “Fuck me!  I want you to fuck me!”

Without a word he plunged into her, slapping his hips against her ass.  He grabbed onto her hips and used that leverage to thrust harder into her quivering, hot hole.  Her face fell to the sheets as she screamed with delight.  Her breasts swayed back and forth with each deep, rough invasion of his thick, hard cock.

     “Take it!  Take me all!” he roared as he grabbed hastily at the riding crop still lying beside her on the bed.  Taking it in his right hand he leaned back and began to smack her upturned cheeks.  Red marks began to grace the tan hue of her backside as Richard welted her buttocks with each stroke of his organ. 

     “Yes!  I’m a naughty girl!  Punish me!  Beat me, Richard!” she cried out.  Her pearl white teeth captured her lower lip as both pleasure and pain coursed through her body.  The blows began to fall upon her shoulders and the small of her back.  The snapping of the crop accompanied the sounds of his lusty groans and her occasional yelps of torment.  He dropped the crop and leaned forward.  Nikki pulled her head up from the mattress and drank his lips over her right shoulder.  Richard’s hips never ceased their movements as he bludgeoned her convulsing opening with his firm shaft. 

     “I’m going to cum,” he moaned as their kiss broke off.  His hips quivered, making his bare ass dance in a jerky motion.

     “Do it on my face!” she commanded him.  Richard pulled from her hot cunt and tried to stand upon the still moving bed.  He fell upon her and ejaculated all over her red striped back painting her flesh with his hot, thick seed.

     “S-shit!” he stuttered as the weakening jets of sperm pooled on her.

     “Cut!  Cut!” a man’s voice rang out angrily.  “What the fuck happened to the money shot, Dick?!”

     “Sorry Bob; I lost my footing,” the man apologized over his shoulder, as Nikki erupted into gales of laughter. 

     “And you call yourself a professional,” the man standing beside the camera scolded the porn actor.

     “Ease off, man,” Dick Rodman replied as a gaffer tossed him a white hand towel.  “I didn’t pace myself right… we’ll get it in the next take.”

As the man cleaned off his trembling member the gaffer tossed another towel to Nikki Cummings.  She caught it and began to mop up the warm sticky deposit that her co-star had left on her.

     “I guess we can print that one,” Bob Ziegler groaned.  “We can use some of the footage during the editing phase.”

     “And how was my performance?” Nikki coyly asked the adult film’s director.

     “Fabulous babe, absolutely fantastic,” he told her.  He turned around as she squealed with delight and rolled his eyes skyward. 

     “God I’m still horny,” she complained like a spoiled child as she stood up from the tangled sheets. 

     “Reign in your hungers, babe,” Bob told her as he took a cup of coffee from the Best Boy.  “If you get sated it will show up on film.  I don’t want a lackluster performance like we just had from Dick.”

     “I don’t know,” Nikki giggled.  “Dick wasn’t bad.”

     “Thanks, Nikki,” the male lead replied.  “Give me a second and I’ll see if I can rise to the occasion.”

This sentence evoked a collective groan out of the cast and crew.  Even in the porn industry it was a lame joke, unworthy of a man of Dick’s stature. 

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