Make me dirty

[AnAngelReally]

I was thinking we had scared everyone away, but the last post before my first was a month away, so I don't feel guilty anymore.

At least Gary still plays with us.

And here I thought these threads were Author's Hangouts and Writers' Challenges and Exercises.
Silly me.

 

[AverageGary]

I'm going to need time to think of a story with a hawk or falcon

 

[AnAngelReally]

I'm going to need time to think of a story with a hawk or falcon

What about a visit in the country with your babe and you lie down on a blanket, but she gets distracted by two falcons doing whoppy in the sky?

Or this bodacious chick on the beach who has this sexy tattoo if a tiercel on her...?

Or the biker chick who stopped to help you change a tire and there's this paint job on her gas tank. As you admire it, she comes behind you and...

Or the bet you lost so you're sitting in the tattoo artists' chair and her top has a plunging neckline so her boobs look like they'll pop out any minute...

Or...

Did this help?

 

[AverageGary]

I was thinking along those lines, just haven't had time to sit and write

 

[AverageGary]

Haven't had time to sit, think and write - family life's been busy - so I'm just going to wing it, and make it up as I go along ....

One day Jeff was laying on the beach when he spotted an angel. Not an angel in the heavenly halo and harp sense, but someone who from the front looked stunning beautiful and innocent. The woman had shoulder length black hair, blue eyes, delicately shaped cheekbones, a thin, curvy figure, what appeared to be C cup breasts filling out her bikini top, and mid-section covered by a bikini bottom and extremely nice legs. He was thankful he was wearing his sunglasses so she wouldn't notice him staring at her.

As she walked past him he turned her head so he could check out her ass. He smiled as he saw it was round and nearly perfect in his view. However when he looked just a little higher he was shocked to see a tattoo of a large falcon on her lower back. Normally tattoos are a turnoff for him, but this one was artfully done and he was so smitten with the rest of her looks he needed to know more.

After she sat down on her beach chair he walked up to her and introduced himself.

"Hi I'm Jeff, I couldn't help but notice that stunning tattoo of a falcon on your back, what did you get it for?"

"I'm Diane and thank you for noticing. The tattoo is only a month or so old. At first I thought getting it was a mistake, but the more I learned about it, the more I like it. Do you want to hear the story?"

"Yes I do"

"Like I said, it was a little over a month ago. My boyfriend of two years was starting to become clingy and I was feeling smothered and begged him to ease up. He must have misunderstood because he went out and cheated on me. I got pissed and broke up with him on the spot. To console me my friends took me on a camping trip and we did some peyote. While high I spotted a falcon flying over me, beckoning me to follow it. I tried to, but couldn't. Then he flew away. The next morning, I spotted a falcon circling overhead, as if it was watching me, being my guardian. I decided to keep the falcon close to me I needed to get a tattoo of it.
"Then I learned the Falcon animal totem represents visionary power and wisdom. It carries a message of transition and change, which convinced me I made the right decision regarding the ex. I also learned that those with the falcon as their totem tend to be independent and need alone time to be happy, which I didn't have with the ex. There are bunch of other attributes related to mental agility and having impeccable timing, knowing exactly when to strike for the greatest benefit to myself."

Jeff, who had been looking at her chest and legs the whole time she was talking, was showing signs of a hard-on through his swim trunks.

"That's amazing," he said. "Normally tattoos are a turn-off, but yours is just as hot as the rest of you."

"Thank you. Do you want to go some place a little more private?"

"Yes I do."

It turns out Diane had a beach house a short walk away. Once inside Diane eyed Jeff's crotch.

"Can that grow bigger? If it can it would be of great benefit to me."

"I think it can"

"Good," Diane said as she stripped out of her bikini.

Not believing his luck, Jeff stepped out of his swimsuit before Diane came over and plunged her tongue into her mouth while wrapping her hand around his cock and stroking it.

"I haven't been fucked to orgasm since the break-up," she said.
"I can take care of that," he replied as he rubbed her breasts.
"I want you fucking me," she whispered into his ear.
He moved a hand down and started to slide a finger in and out of her pussy.
"I want my cock right here," he replied.
"Can you do me like this," he said as she started yanking on his cock hard and fast.
"If you let go I can."
She let go of his cock, laid herself down on the floor and spread her legs.
In the blink of an eye he was on top of her, easing his cock into her pussy. Once in, he started going hard and fast like she wanted.
She bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts.
She placed her hands on his face, looked into his eyes and panted "Do me, do me"
Jeff kept up the pace for a few minutes before making a suggestion.
"Get up and turn around, I need to see that falcon."
She smiled as she got up, turned around and bent over.
He plunged into her and grabbed her hips. He began thrusting into her hard and fast grunting, "fly falcon fly"
It wasn't long before they were both moaning loudly in pleasure.
Jeff pulled out and shot his load all over the falcon.
"Why did you do that?" Diane asked.
"As a reminder that the falcon caused you to strike me exactly when it was the greatest benefit to both of us."

Word: Lamentation

 

[AnAngelReally]

Hey, Gary,

If this is off the cuff, what's it gonna be when you have time to sit down.
I love the twists (both of them).
I also love the research you put in on the falcon.

Way to go, buddy!

Keep your fingers on the keyboard.



Lamentation

Wanna take this one Slik?

 

[rawsilk]

Hey, Gary,

If this is off the cuff, what's it gonna be when you have time to sit down.
I love the twists (both of them).
I also love the research you put in on the falcon.

Way to go, buddy!

Keep your fingers on the keyboard.



Lamentation

Wanna take this one Slik?

Well Angel I should be delighted but feel a little time should be given if there is a potential new and budding member of our little group who might like to take a thrust/stab/jab/poke at it first! Patience is its own reward Angel! You are the one wanting to wait for the sweetest fallen fruit...that takes time!

 

[rawsilk]

Bloody awesome Gary! Loved it!

Word: Lamentation

 

[Gwanji16]

Lamentation

I have never regretted fucking my boss to get that first promotion. I was a grad assistant, Dr. Liz was my mentor. I was (and am) single. She was in a marriage that was on hold, at least sexually speaking. So when she told me that if I fucked her, she would get me a job in the department, I did not hesitate. She was (and is) a sexy redhead, with perky breasts, a lovely ass, and the most delicious pussy I have ever eaten.

We continue to fuck, and I continue to be promoted. Now that she is head of the department, I am likely to get tenure soon, as long as we fuck every Friday evening in her office once everyone has left for the weekend.

Generally, we fuck on her desk, either with her facing me or i take her from behind, lightly slapping her ass while I drive my cock into her eager pussy. But tonight is a bit different. Tonight, right now, in fact, I am eating her pussy while she skypes a friend. The friend is a woman, I think, and all I can see of her on the computer screen (yes, I am watching while eating. A good multitasker!) is her hand in her panties, fingers very busy, while I am eating my boss's pussy.

Every now and then, when my boss pushes my head deeper and says "fuck my cunt with your tongue," i lose sight of the screen but hear a vague moaning that increases with my tongue fucking my boss. Her cunt (her favorite word as a speaker of English as her third language) is delicious tonight, tangy of green tea soap. I am flicking my tongue against her clit, my nose resting on her red pubes and my hand squeezing her left breast.

She continues to moan, as does the woman on the screen, her panties off now and her black pubes just partially obscured by her hand, stroking her own pussy. "Oh, yes, Gary," my boss is saying. " eat my cunt, eat my hot wet cunt" as she grinds my face into said hot, wet, and may I say yummy, cunt.

As she cums, her heels banging against my legs, she moans hard and quivers. "oh, fuck," the woman on the screen says, as I see her fingers shiny and wet, her pink pussy exposed. "Oh, fuck," my boss says, her fingers idly playing with my hair as I lick her pussy juices.

She pulls me up for a kiss, loving "the taste of my cunt on your tongue." The voice on the screen says, a bit breathlessly, "show me his cock." So Dr. Liz opens my zipper and pulls out my throbbing, hard cock, a bit of precum on the tip. "Yes," says the voice huskily. " that will do nicely," as the picture on the screen abruptly fades. Dr. Liz is smiling , her hand stroking my cock.

There is a quick knock on the door and in walks Dean McMahon, Gladys McMahon, holding an iPad, her clothes disheveled, her face red. I stutter, knowing we have been caught, but she, Dean Gladys puts her finger on my lips and kisses Dr. Liz, looking at my cock.

She pulls up her skirt and Dr. Liz pulls down her g- string. Dean Gladys is saying, "now, about tenure . . ." No, I do not regret a thing . . .

 

[AnAngelReally]

Way to go Gwanji!
Was it as good for you as it was for me?
I love the twist at the end.
I'm glad you decided to join us for fun and games with words.

PS: You forgot to give a word for the next author.


Silk, you were right, as usual. I will be patient. Head bowed in shame, but tail twitching in anticipation of Gwanji's word. Oh! This is fun!

 

[Gwanji16]

You are very kind! Yes, it was fun writing it!

Jello

 

[AnAngelReally]

Jello

“It’ll never work.” I tell her. “You need boiling water and then it must be refrigerated.”

“You worry too much, babe.” She says confidently. “I tried a small batch first.”

“Not in here, surely! You always have the craziest ideas.”

“Of course, not here. I tried it in a smaller place and it worked just fine. All you need is a bit of an extra ingredient.”

We cranked the water heater to its highest setting, and we ended up emptying it. Then we used a canoe paddle to mix and churn it all to the perfect consistency. But it worked. It actually worked.

“I should have trusted you, honey. You’re the family genius in the kitchen, after all.”

“Nothing to it, love. Now, I can admit that I had my doubts, but it turned out perfectly.”

“Oh, you!” I fake-slap her arm, but I hit her ass really good.

She takes me in her arms tenderly. I’m already wet for her. I’ve been since she came up with this crazy stunt, truth to tell. It’s going to be so much fun.

My bikini top falls under her nimble fingers, releasing my soft breasts. The strings holding the bottom give way too and I’m naked in her arms. I fumble a bit with the clasp, but I manage to get her smaller firm breasts in direct contact with mine. I whine in frustration as I have to let go to pull the material to her feet, but I give her dripping pussy a tongue swipe while I’m on my knees.

Gingerly, we walk up the two steps and, hand in hand, we get in. The bags of ice did the trick. It’s perfect. Not too hard, not too soft. We giggle, then laugh heartily as we sink in.

We embrace and kiss. After fifteen years, our love hasn’t diminished, neither has our libido. Just seeing her makes me cream. When she’s naked... I can’t count the number of times I knelt under the vanity while she was applying make-up for work in the morning. And she knows it, the greedy bitch. When the kids are in another room, she’ll corner me and finger me to a nice orgasm if we have time. She loves to lick her fingers in front of them or guests when she does it at a party.

So she kisses my nipples, nipping them just the way I like it. I hump against her expert fingers. She knows just which buttons to push and my clit is her favorite. When she rubs my g-spot with just the right pressure, I do my best to muffle my cries of ecstasy with both hands over my mouth. It doesn’t matter, really. The neighbors are used to hearing us make out. So are our children. They know their mothers are two lusty, horny women.

She holds me tenderly, as she always does after she made me climax. I love her so very much. Her gentle caresses are a balm on my over-sensitized nerves, but if I don’t stop her, she’ll get me all excited again. Not that I need much to be aroused at that moment, or ever, for that matter.

I have her lean in the seat, her arms over the side so she can lift her pussy within reach. The sight of all that red goo (I’ve always been partial to the cherry flavor and she indulged me this time too) covering her beautiful body, running down her evenly tanned skin... I’m creaming all over again.

The glob enveloping her hard nipple is too great a temptation. I lean in to gobble it up and share it with her. We love to break up this stuff with our tongues. We do it all the time.

Holding her ass up in my hands, I make my way down her perfect body. I sometimes wonder what she sees in me. I’m what’s politely called hefty. No matter what I tried, I can’t lose the weight. Then her adoring eyes and hands reassure me. She loves me just the way I am.

I suck the thing off her small patch of fur before I take her clit between my lips. I flick the tip of my tongue over it, gently, slowly, then faster, harder and back. Over and over, as my fingers thrust in her clasping vagina, until she bucks really hard, holding my mouth in place with both hands clutching my hair.

We laugh happily while she catches her breath. We hold each other, sharing the moment. Too bad we didn’t think to set up a video camera. I’d have loved to have a proof that I made love to my wife in a hot tub full of Jell-O.


Word: Broccoli (To stay in the foodstuff trend. Cucumber would have been too easy, but Pineapple could have been fun too.)

 

[AnAngelReally]

Who wants to give it a shot?

Gwanji? Gary? Silk?

Jenny, are you here too?


Word: Broccoli

 

[rawsilk]

Who wants to give it a shot?

Gwanji? Gary? Silk?

Jenny, are you here too?


Word: Broccoli

Goodness Angel! Not a lesbian around who won't creamed up with that one....Jello bath...eeuuuww!

Not a doubt in my mind you guys are jerking off writing these last couple of stories! Naughty!

Going to wait and see if there are any other takers, Garry? Maybe someone new who wants to take a turn at it? Gwanji has had his turn! Gwanji, back to the Haiku!

Waiting for my turn but not for long though so make it snappy!

Word: Broccoli

 

[rawsilk]

Darn I guess I didn't press go when I last closed off ....I commented on Gwanji's post.
I suggested Gwanji was wasted on Haiku and said his story was funny sexy and naughty, loved it to pieces.

Word: Broccoli (geez I love spell check!)

 

[Gwanji16]

Thanks, Silk!

Love the jello story, Angel, having had the occasional jello pussy feast!

 

[AverageGary]

Not a doubt in my mind you guys are jerking off writing these last couple of stories! Naughty!

If it makes me hard while writing and giving me the urge to jerk off while doing so, I know I've got a good one

 

[rawsilk]

If it makes me hard while writing and giving me the urge to jerk off while doing so, I know I've got a good one

May you have a hard life Garry!

 

[rawsilk]

Word:broccoli

I stood slicing up the vegetables I had planned for the stir fry. Mitch sat on the bar stool watching in wrapped attention. I smiled at him, he smiled his amazing smile back, he was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen in my life. He was about 45 but look 28. He wasn't particularly tall, maybe 5'7" but very elegant, dressed beautifully in style. Thick blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wonderful aquiline nose, lovely full lips. He kissed me the moment we met every single time. Those lips were delicious. My heart did one of those leaps, people talk about, every time I saw him.

I continued carefully cutting up the vegetables into neat ribbons, breaking up the broccoli into small florets, cutting the bigger pieces into halves or quarters. Peeled the fresh ginger and crushed the garlic, pulling away the loose skins left after the crushing. Then hot oil into the wok until it was just smoking, tossing the marinated chicken into the wok, flicking it quickly with the spatula until it was nearly cooked, then out quickly into a bowl, glancing up at Mitch with an intimate look. Tossing the vegetables into the wok, the garlic and ginger's aroma filling the kitchen with exotic eastern smells. Our appetites peaking with the glorious aroma. Then returning the chicken to the wok for a quick flick around and final cook and then tossing it out into a big bowl, the colors were exciting the aroma, beyond belief.

Piling hot fluffy rice into a bowl I laid out the second bowl as its companion. We sat with small bowls each and chopsticks devouring the delicious meal together with a bottle of dry white wine Mitch had brought with him. We sat intimately, talking together easily, about all and everything. He made me laugh, he had such a way about himself.

Finally the meal was finished...every last morsel and grain of rice. We slid off the bar stools and went and sat close together on the sofa, his arm draped over my shoulder. Slowly we sipped the wine to the last drop. It was such a lovely intimate evening I wanted it to go on forever.

At last he lifted his arm from my shoulder and got up....he held out his hand for me to join him. He took me in his arms and kissed me then we walked to the door.

He thanked me for a lovely meal and said I must come over to his and Jason, his partners place, next time. He said he would try to make as lovely a meal for me, as I had made for him.

I watched as he stepped elegantly into the black Audi, he looked back at me, blew a kiss, smiled and then the car glided away into the street and around corner...gone.

Word:Crank

 

[AnAngelReally]

Such a beautiful pen, Silk.

I'm touched by your sensitivity... again.

 

[Gwanji16]

Word:broccoli

I stood slicing up the vegetables I had planned for the stir fry. Mitch sat on the bar stool watching in wrapped attention. I smiled at him, he smiled his amazing smile back, he was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen in my life. He was about 45 but look 28. He wasn't particularly tall, maybe 5'7" but very elegant, dressed beautifully in style. Thick blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wonderful aquiline nose, lovely full lips. He kissed me the moment we met every single time. Those lips were delicious. My heart did one of those leaps, people talk about, every time I saw him.

I continued carefully cutting up the vegetables into neat ribbons, breaking up the broccoli into small florets, cutting the bigger pieces into halves or quarters. Peeled the fresh ginger and crushed the garlic, pulling away the loose skins left after the crushing. Then hot oil into the wok until it was just smoking, tossing the marinated chicken into the wok, flicking it quickly with the spatula until it was nearly cooked, then out quickly into a bowl, glancing up at Mitch with an intimate look. Tossing the vegetables into the wok, the garlic and ginger's aroma filling the kitchen with exotic eastern smells. Our appetites peaking with the glorious aroma. Then returning the chicken to the wok for a quick flick around and final cook and then tossing it out into a big bowl, the colors were exciting the aroma, beyond belief.

Piling hot fluffy rice into a bowl I laid out the second bowl as its companion. We sat with small bowls each and chopsticks devouring the delicious meal together with a bottle of dry white wine Mitch had brought with him. We sat intimately, talking together easily, about all and everything. He made me laugh, he had such a way about himself.

Finally the meal was finished...every last morsel and grain of rice. We slid off the bar stools and went and sat close together on the sofa, his arm draped over my shoulder. Slowly we sipped the wine to the last drop. It was such a lovely intimate evening I wanted it to go on forever.

At last he lifted his arm from my shoulder and got up....he held out his hand for me to join him. He took me in his arms and kissed me then we walked to the door.

He thanked me for a lovely meal and said I must come over to his and Jason, his partners place, next time. He said he would try to make as lovely a meal for me, as I had made for him.

I watched as he stepped elegantly into the black Audi, he looked back at me, blew a kiss, smiled and then the car glided away into the street and around corner...gone.

Word:Crank

Great story, silkie! You can cook with me anytime!

 

[AnAngelReally]

My sister too

Word:Crank

I sit in the bench, meditating quietly. I like this place. It’s peaceful, warm, restful. The ideal place to ease a troubled mind and that’s exactly what I have on this blustery day.

Movement catches my eye across the aisle. She leans to her companion to whisper something. It makes her smile. She puts her hand on the woman’s who covers it with her own and squeezes it gently.

The last month has been... I suppose troubling’s as good a word as any. I found out that my long time girlfriend’s been cheating on me with my sister. I suppose I should have seen it coming. Last year, she convinced me to go to a swinger’s club. At first, I thought I wasn’t a good enough lover and asked, begged, really, for her to tell me what I could do to better satisfy her.

“It’s not that at all, honey.” She told me. “You’re an excellent lover. You always make sure I come. I’d just like to try something new. We’ve done role play, risqué sex, some BDSM. I think it’s time to see what it’s like to do it with others present.”

“You want to exchange partners?” I asked. “I don’t really want another woman. I love you and you’re the only one I need.”

“I don’t want another man.” She assured me. “I suppose I want to try exhibitionism for a change. We did it in semi-public places and where there was a risk to be discovered. This is only another level of the same.”

A tall man in a snappy light grey suit walks over to the women and bends to talk to them quietly. He leans in and kisses their cheeks. There’s nothing sexual about it, more like a father and sisters, I think. He sits down and talks to them quietly, holding the woman’s companion’s hand in his, as if he’s comforting her.

At first, that’s all there was to it. We’d find a room with a large bed where some people were already having sex and make love beside them. I learned there’s an etiquette in those places. Some rooms are for straight exchanges, others are for group sex, yet others are for people who want to try same sex pairings.

There was bar in what was the living room, I guess. You’d mill around and talk to others, trying to find like-minded folk. It was all very polite and friendly. Civilised.

The first weeks, we were just making conversation, but, after a couple of times, she’d... I don’t know, make an effort to get to know the women. All kinds of women, tall, short, brunettes, blondes, slim, buxom, all sorts, really. She asked what they were doing for a living, what brought them to that place. Some simply walked away, but many engaged her.

She’s a very personable woman. She has to be as a real estate agent. She’s real easy to talk to. We have discussions on just about anything. She’s a voracious reader. History, art, politics, biographies, anything. She’s not too keen on fiction though, except for romances. She started reading them not long before she decided to try that new experience. I never made the connection.

The man left with her companion, holding her shoulders with an arm around them. It looked like she was sobbing. Now the woman’s alone. She has an air of serenity about her. She looked at the other woman with kindness and love. Now, she only seems at peace. She has this beautiful dark hair with copper glints. Auburn I think it’s called. I’m not sure. I guess she must spend a lot of time in here. Her skin is alabaster. I read that somewhere.

My sister has snow white skin too.

Eventually, she’d sit longer with the women and ask me to mingle while they talked. I really didn’t see it coming. I got to spend so much time alone that I made some friends there. In a way, I wasn’t too surprised to find that some men had been brought there by their wife or girlfriend too.

We talked about the usual stuff men talk between them, sports, cars, work. You know, stuff to while away the time without getting too involved.

A few times, I looked back and she wasn’t at the table, her talking partner neither. I didn’t connect the dots. You know how women are. I figured they were gone to the can or something. What a sucker, hey? I didn’t even notice that later, we’d go to the usual room and have great sex. So what if the other woman was there with her man?

I start. The woman bends to reach for her purse on the floor and I get a glimpse of her beautiful breasts when her movement causes her shirt to part open. I love smaller breasts on a woman. You know, just enough to fit in your hand with a little extra so you have a good grasp.

My sister has such perfect breasts too.

A couple of months later, she started being obvious about it. They had formed a small group of women. They’d sit together, talking close, touching each other’s hands or arms. I still didn’t get it, even when I saw her with a hand on another woman’s thigh.

That day, she was wearing a blue polo shirt and fitted slacks. She didn’t wear a bra. She almost never does, except at work, in fact. She has to there because her dark nipples show through, especially since they’re always at half-mast and a breeze or even an sexy thought passing through her mind and they get hard as little rocks.

I was looking her way when she got up and her friend did too. She was a petite brunette with short hair. She saw me too and shook her head so I sat back and watched them go up the stairs, arms around each other’s waists.

The brunette had a pair of those expensive shoes. You’d imagine that a small woman like that would wear heels of some kind, but she didn’t. Still, her ass swayed as if she wore stilettoes. It was sexy as hell even if she was going into a bedroom with my girlfriend to have sex.

My sister has those kinds of shoes too.

I don’t know if it was because I knew for sure that she was having lesbian sex or what, but the sex was incredible that time. She was wild in bed. She even took the time to make me come twice. Usually, one shot from me is enough for her because I get her off as often as she wants before I can have her.

The woman stretches discreetly in her bench. It does all sorts of wonderful things to her body. She has long legs. Those pianist’s fingers running through her close-cropped hair give me goosebumps.

My sister has long thin fingers too.

I decide that the local pub will be just as good a place to meditate. I need a strong stiff drink anyway.

It’s unseemly when you sit in church and start having erotic thoughts about your kid’s teacher. Miss Margaret, Sister Margaret Crank.


Word: Neanderthal

 

[rawsilk]

It’s unseemly when you sit in church and start having erotic thoughts about your kid’s teacher. Miss Margaret, Sister Margaret Crank.

Word: Neanderthal

Smiles serenely, nice one Angel!


Word: Neanderthal

 

[AverageGary]

Smiles serenely, nice one Angel!


Word: Neanderthal

I will take this one. Will have time later this afternoon to write it. Already have the story in mind, just no time to write this morning

 

[AnAngelReally]

I will take this one. Will have time later this afternoon to write it. Already have the story in mind, just no time to write this morning

Checking out the babes at the Museum of Natural History, buddy?