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Bianca Neve Part 9

Will Slurpy escape Bianca’s grip? Read on!! It all started back here at Part 1

Slurpy’s muffled screams were almost drowned out by the laughter of the other fellas as they watched his little legs flailing. Spunky grabbed at his waist to pull him out. With all his strength he janked backwards, flying head over heels off the bed and leaving a bare-arsed Slurpy still firmly trapped between Bianca’s locked thighs. The sight of Slurpy’s vulnerable butthole winking as his legs whipped around in vain attempt to escape had Knobby stroking his shaft back to stiffness. Spunky delivered a swift kick to his nutsack and told him to back off unless he fancied a rodgering himself with the business-end of a pickaxe.

The dwarves were paralysed with laughter – all but Knobby who was still doubled-over clutching his crushed jewel bag. As their laughter subsided they could see that Slurpy was gradually suffocating, and so they once more tugged on his legs. As one took a leg each, the others stood two to a side and levered Bianca’s thighs apart just enough for Slurpy to be popped out like a cork from a bottle. All three were thrown backwards from the bed, splitting Slurpy like a chicken wishbone. He flew ten feet backwards and took a soft landing, arse first onto Woody’s face.

He clambered up and staggered over to the bed. “By Jesus fellas!” he gasped, “She damn near suffocated me, soon as I got me tongue on her. Clamped me ‘ead in so tight I couldn’t move. Nigh on drowned down there too, so much wet! Like wrestling an octopus underwater.”

Bianca cringed at the crudeness, but she knew she would have Slurpy back between her legs if she could ever get her body to move again.

 

More to come …

Changing Rooms pt 1

Daisy browsed through the racks of men’s shorts and selected three pairs. She the slowly worked her way to the back of the store, stopping to browse the racks in an attempt to appear nonchalant and innocent. As she did, she was certain that all eyes were on her and everyone could smell her arousal, knew what she was about. Her pussy burned with desire and she felt the dampness in her knickers as she forced herself to walk slowly towards the changing rooms.

“Hi,” she spoke to the assistant busily hanging clothes discarded by other shoppers as too small, too gaudy, too big.

“Oh hello dear, three items?”

“Yes, they are for my husband – can I just nip down. He sent me to look for a bigger size. Too much beer at the barbecue if you ask me!”  Daisy joked, trying desperately to quell her nerves. She dashed along the row of cubicles and tapped on the door at the end. “It’s me, open the door!” she whispered.

The door cracked open and she scooted inside and into the arms of her lover. “I don’t have long,” she whispered in between kisses, “Steve is outside. Never wants to come into a store with me,” she giggled. The pair continued their tongue-dance as Daisy reached down and squeezed Jamie’s turgid cock through the thin fabric of his shorts. She yanked down the zipper and popped the button, then let his shorts and underwear drop to the floor where they pooled around Jamie’s hairy feet. Daisy followed the shorts to the ground, dropping to her knees so she could mouth his glans. She held back his foreskin and dragged her tongue across the sensitive, glistening head like it was an ice cream, before taking half his length into her mouth and flicking the underside of his shaft with her tongue. Jamie’s shaft shot to full erection at her first touch, and she felt his cock buck with every flick and tease of her tongue. She used one hand to wank him, using her spit as lubricant, and with the other she squeezed his balls firmly. When she knew he was ready she stood, tugged down her knickers and turned her back to him. She then bent forwards to rest her hands on the little bench, watching Jamie in the full length mirror as he in turn dropped to his knees to return the favour. As she looked back she giggled to herself – anyone looking under the door could probably see Jamie’s stiff cock bobbing about as he dipped his head to lick her pussy.

Jamie held her cheeks open and tongued down her crack, jabbing at her bum. He wanted to fuck her there but for now contented himself with rimming her shaved hole before moving down to tongue-fuck her pussy. His nose was almost up her bum as he stretched his tongue deep inside her. After a few minutes she reached back and pushed him away – she was close and wanted to come with him inside her. He took the hint and stood, dipped his knees slightly to dock his cock in her sopping pussy, then slid up to the hilt. Jamie began to fuck her with deep strokes, when there was a knock on the door. The changing room assistant’s voice came through the door: “Everything alright in there sir? Anything I can help you with?”

Jamie and Daisy stifled giggles. “No, I’m fine. My wife’s here. I think we’re almost done,” Jamie called, as he increased his pace and drove them both to orgasm.

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This story came to mind based on my poem, Steve’s Lost Libido and also my short story, Sadie. And don’t worry, there will most definitely be a spanking or several in the future installments. It’s not sexy without spanking 🙂

Remedial Action

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Carla threw down the cane after leaving 20 or more criss-crossed lines across Sammi cheeks. Sammi lay still, sobbing softly into the leather of the Chesterfield, her hot, sore bottom still pushed high over the arm. Carla stepped behind her between her feet, forcing her knees further apart and opening her behind. The cane strokes had deepened to angry purple where the strokes had overlapped, yet in the cleft between her punished cheeks where the cane did not bite the flesh remained smooth, soft and tender. Sammi flinched as Carla laid her hands gently on her buttocks, caressing the hot welts with a butterfly touch.

Carla spoke as she softly stroked her lover’s punished bottom. “All done now, time to kiss it better.” Sammi jerked as she felt her lover’s tongue slide down her unpunished cleft to circle her anus. She thrust her bottom higher to open herself more to Carla’s tongue as she trailed down to tongue the groove of her sex, wet now after the pain-pleasure of her caning. Sammi’s legs were wide apart and her back arched right over the sofa’s arm as she presented her pussy for Carla’s tongue, desperate to extract every ounce of pleasure from her loving. Sammi cried out as Carla squeezed her whipped cheeks in her lust for her pussy, yet soon forgot the pain as Carla found her clitoris and flicked the nub with a stiff tongue. After only a few minutes, Sammi stiffened and cried out as her orgasm flooded through her.

Carla stood and wiped the juices from her lips before speaking. “There now. All done. Now you just have to deliver the same message to the Sapphire crew. Take Dom with you – he’s shaping up to be a good shoot director. Maybe he can talk sense into those wanna-be catwalk queens.” She looked down at Sammi, still recovering on the sofa. “Did you want more? I see the paddle in there if you’d like a round with that next?”

“NO! No, that’s, that’s good enough. Message received loud and clear.” Sami stumbled off the sofa and grabbed her skirt and knickers from the floor where Carla had tossed them earlier. The knickers were ripped apart so she just tossed them in the trash can and stepped into her skirt. The silky lining felt good against her sore bottom as she gingerly walked from the room.

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Dom chuckled as he watched Sammi trying to find a comfortable position as she drove them over to the Sapphire shoot. He had heard the unmistakable sound of a cane striking flesh as he came back into the main office after lunch, and he had spent the last half hour on his knees peering through the keyhole to spy on the lovers. He had seen Carla standing over Sammi as she lay on the sofa. He couldn’t see her bum, but he did see the cane rise and fall a good many times. He soon had his cock out and was stroking his shaft as he had watched as Carla disappeared from view behind Sammi. His imagination had filled in the rest and we had wanked himself in time with Carla’s tongue and Sammi’s moans, shooting a gob of spunk onto the carpet as Sammi screamed her release. He had barely had time to clean the mess and get back to his desk before the door was flung open and Sammi had gingerly but purposefully stalked over to his desk. With a voice made hoarse by the tears and screams, she instructed him to get himself downstairs and wait in the car.  She came down some time later  having cleaned herself up. She threw a kitbag into the trunk and dropped into the seat. He laughed out loud as he recalled how she had nearly shot through the car roof as her bum hit the seat.

Sammi shot him a mean look. “Not a word. Not a single, fucking word unless you want some of the same.” Dom tried to keep a straight face and nearly choked as he smothered a laugh. Sammi broke down too then, and laughed with him. “Okay, yes it was fun. Fucking painful, then and now, but good fun. And it will be even better fun when I pass the message on to that wanker of a shoot director and that gaggle of supposed models he employed. That little tosser is a week overdue and I’ve seen nothing yet. And after that, I’m going to give it to Angie-fucking-Mosely. I’ll show her how she needs to keep her models in order. Watch and learn, Dom. Watch-and-learn!” Dom adjusted himself as his cock began to grow at the thought of the action still to come that afternoon.

 

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Continued from HERE, and the A to Z story started HERE

Nature’s Ointment

Sammi paused to admire the firm, young brown buttocks presented for her strap. Dominic clearly was determined not to show any weakness in the eyes of his female protagonists. He was taking his strapping stoically, though certainly not in total silence. He had locked himself in position by linking his arms behind his knees. This position, with his feet planted wide for balance, gave Sammi a delightful view of his tight buttocks, spread wide to reveal the darker whorl of his anus. And beneath hung his heavy balls and that magnificent cock. His erection had softened but his shaft was still turgid and full of promise. A strand of clear juice hung from the tip, glistening in the light. Sammi reached under him to cup the strand in her palm, then rolled her palm around his cock head, lubricating the bluntness with his own juice. She rolled her palm around the tender skin, stiffening him once more and eliciting a guttural grunt. (more…)

Escalation & Fulfillment

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Dominic swung the strap again, lashing Sammi across the crown of her upturned buttocks. “Oh my God, that is awesome,” cried Carla, as she lay beneath Sammi. “Wait one minute, I need to lick,” She raised her lips and suckled on Sammi’s clitoris, squeezing her hot buttocks as she did so. Sammi pushed herself backwards into Clara’s face and at the same time, she attacked Carla’s pussy with her own tongue. Sated, Carla lay back, her mouth glistening with sex juices. Sammi wriggled her bottom signalling that she wanted Carla’s face back in her pussy. Carla glanced up at Dominic and gave a little nod. He pulled back his arm and swung the strap again, slapping the leather low so that the broad band smacked square across Sammi’s puffy lips. Carla guffawed as Sammi shrieked in pain.

Sammi jerked upright and shouted, “Oh you little cow, you will pay for that.” She sat backwards onto Carla’s face, grinding her pussy onto her lover’s mouth. She then grabbed Carla behind the knees and pulled her legs upwards off the bed. Carla was trapped and exposed, her buttocks, pussy and anus all spread wide and vulnerable. Sammi opened Carla’s legs and rested a shin on each shoulder.

“Dom, over here. I want you to spank this little minx until she sucks me off,” Sammi commanded. “And then fuck her until she comes again.”

Dominic smiled, “Okay, you’re the boss!” He moved around the bed to get a better angle, swung the strap upwards and brought it down across Carla’s taught, upturned buttocks. Carla’s squeal was muffled by Sammi’s pussy, and she tried to buck her lover off. Sammi stayed in position like a bronco rider, before lowering her pussy a fraction further. She could feel carla’s nose nudging her anus. She spoke to her pinned lover, “Better get busy down there. Dom keeps whipping your butt until you finish what you started!” Sammi gave a nod to Dom and he brought the strap down again, this time smacking Carla across the tops of her thighs, right across her puffy pussy lips. Carla shrieked again, then began to tongue her lover in earnest.

It took a dozen, slowly spaced strokes for Carla to satisfy Sammi, and by that time her buttocks were crimson from mid-thigh to the top of her cleft. Her pussy lips were stinging where the strap had fallen across the puffed-up flesh, and even her anus was tingling from an errant blow that fell short and slapped right across her hole.

As the shudders of orgasm relented, Sammi eased herself up slightly to give her lover some breathing room. She still held her legs firmly apart, displaying Carla’s delights. Sammi looked up at Dom, who was now stroking his hard manhood in anticipation. “Okay, big boy. Show your boss what you can do. And if you come before she does, it will be your butt being whipped next time!”

Dom laughed. “Ain’t never had a complaint yet, let me tell you,” he said, as slid his erection into Carla’s stretched, willing pussy.

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This has been your E and F in the A to Z Challenge. Yesterday ran away with me so I missed a posting. I will accept a severe spanking from Miranda in recompense 🙂

Previous installments:

Anticipation

Breathless

Clever

Doubly Delicious

Clever – a reward

lesbian69 by Samarel, from fineartamerica.com

The sharp, biting pain of the four blows from the leather strap eased quickly and left behind a delicious sting that caused her to squeeze and tense her muscles. She wanted more, and wriggled her bottom to encourage her lover. Her world remained contained to the highly-sensitised flesh of her upthrust buttocks and the sounds of Queen echoing around her head. The sleep mask eliminated all light from the mid-summer day outside. She lay, wondering when the next blow might fall. Would it be the strap again, or the crop. She loved the sharp bite of the crop and the sharp nip as the leather flap slapped down, or the harsher bite of a firm stroke across her haunches. She loved the intensity as the leather flap slapped down on her anus, stinging deeply into her rectum and causing her hole to pulse. Yes, the crop was what she wanted next, but when would it fall?

She felt her lover tug at her earpiece, pulling the cord away. She heard her voice whispering. “Clara, my love,  you were so clever, the way you beat that bastard Michael. So I wanted to thank you properly. I brought us both a special surprise, but you must follow my direction completely and keep your mask and earphones on. I want your remaining senses heightened.” Clara murmured her assent, and then her world returned to music as the earpiece was gently reinserted. She felt hands easing her onto her elbows, then a pressure on the bed as her lover slid herself underneath. She felt legs slide past her elbows, and her hips nudging into position. She felt the heat of her lover’s body beneath her and lowered her head, opening her mouth to kiss the smooth, spread lips she found there. Behind, she felt hands on her buttocks and then the familiar, delicious and delightful feeling of her lover’s mouth on her wet, eager cunt. She felt her lover’s tongue circle round her clit, then draw a line along her engorged slit and upwards to flick her anus. She returned the favour, easing her lover’s hips off the bed so she could drill down into the warm cleft beneath and jab her tongue past the tight, bitter ring. She pulled away and used her finger to toy with the lubricated hole. She pushed the tip in and out, stretching and probing, and returned her oral attentions to her lover’s clitoris, teasing the nub into erection.

Behind, she felt her lover probe her cunt with a finger. The same finger then trailed along her perineum to rest against her anus. She pushed outwards to signal her desire, and she was rewarded by the feeling of the finger pushing against the tight ring. Her anus stretched to allow the intrusion and she felt her tight hole being finger fucked. As the gentle fingering continued, her lover began to tongue-fuck her willing pussy, probing the wet depths with her tongue. The tonguing stopped momentarily and was replaced by a blunt, firm presence which slowly, gently stretched her cunt as it slid inside. It felt like a new dildo, not one of their usual ones. This one was different, better somehow, and she thrust back to encourage the attentions. As the gentle in and out strokes continued, she felt her lover’s lips return to her pussy, alternating between licking her clitoris and tonguing her hole as the dildo continued to slide in and out.

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This has been C for Clever (very loosely I will admit, but the revealing of the cleverness will come tomorrow). I hope you are enjoying the creation of this A-to-Z Challenge story as much as I am enjoying imagining the antics of these two young sapphics.

A

Breathless

 

Into the Woods pt 1

Adam ambled along the wooded path enjoying the summer sun and revelling in the peace and quiet. He relished this Sunday morning escape from the hustle and bustle of life at home. He was ostensibly out to fetch the paper but he always liked to take the long route on nice days. It gave him a chance to escape the madness of a house with three small children and a wife who barely had the energy to function, let alone fuck.

Peace and quiet had been in short supply in the Woods household ever since the arrival of their first-born, Nate. It became positively extinct just a year later when the twins were born. Three was never in the plans. Adam recalled the day Maggie had phoned him at work with news of her pregnancy, and then the bombshell announcement of twins at the first scan. The thought of three kids all within a year hit him square in the face, though it might as well have been a kick in the balls. He’d had virtually no use for them for the last year. Their sex life had gone from fizzing to flatlined throughout Maggie’s pregnancy with the twins, and for six months afterwards. Now, with the twins almost a year old and Nate approaching two, there was barely a moment to sleep, let alone fuck. What sex they had now was quick, basic and frankly, boring. He wasn’t ungrateful – how could a man be ungrateful to have kids in his life, but he did miss the bedroom adventures he and Maggie enjoyed before the kids. Adam stopped and thought. When was the last time Maggie had blown him? He couldn’t remember. Certainly she had not wanted his face anywhere near her pussy in a year or more. He tried to recall when he’d last actually seen her with her thighs spread wide and her sex gaping for his cock. He shook his head to remove the vision of her feet up in stirrups, and focused instead on earlier times.

As he wandered along, Adam thought back to sex before kids. Maggie had always been an initiator. Her favourite technique when she wanted his dick was to be waiting, kneeling on all fours with knees spread. One time she had been in the living room and she had positioned herself so that the first thing he saw as he entered the room was her wet, willing cunt. Sometimes she’d be using a vibrator, sliding slowly in and out of her juicy slit. He smiled as he recalled what she’d be saying.

“Better get in here big boy, if you want a piece of this action. I’m getting close!”

At that he would drop down behind her and push his face into her wetness, tongue thrusting like a little dick. She loved to be licked out from behind, and she would push back against his face as he lapped. The thought of gripping her butt cheeks and tonguing her cleft, bum and pussy had his cock raging instantly. Adam had to push a hand into his shorts to free his cock from the knot in his pants. He squeezed himself, rubbing the clear, sticky fluid around his glans and continued to play the porn reel in his mind.

Maggie had loved to kneel on the edge of the bed so that Adam could kneel on the floor behind her, his face level with her wet, juicy, welcoming pussy. He could almost taste the bitter-sweet juices on his tongue and the tang of her anus as he rimmed her. His tongue poked out as he recalled jabbing it past the defensive ring of muscle, lubricating her back passage for a finger or thumb. They’d never got as far as actual anal sex, though he’d tried to convince her many times. Once when they’d been spooning he’d been pressing his cock head against her anus, lubricated with cunt and cock juices. She’d shifted somehow and he had popped past the tight ring to that his cock head was inside her passage. Before he knew it though, she had quickly shifted forward and his cock was ejected from her bum. He had lived with that almost-but-not quite experience for many years, extending the moment into a full-on arse fuck. He began to imagine again how it would go. His erection was painfully hard as he imagined standing behind Maggie, then pressing his cockhead against her anus. He could almost feel the tightness around his shaft as her bum stretched to welcome his hardness. He would fuck her then, slowly drilling his cock deep into her passage, then withdrawing part way as she moaned and thrust back against him.

The images in his mind increased the urgency he felt in his pants. He squeezed his cock again through the cotton shorts, but this just made things worse. He had to relieve himself. He looked around and spotted a narrow trail off the main path and ducked down it to find some privacy. A short way down he found a small clearing. He quickly unzipped and freed his cock, and began to stroke himself slowly as he continued his personal porn reel. He imagined Maggie sucking his balls, popping each into her mouth and gently tonguing him. He needed more freedom, so he quickly stripped off his jacket and dropped it on the grass. He dropped his shorts and pants, sat on his jacket and leaned back against a tree. Now he had both hands free to fondle balls and shaft together.

He went back to the image of Maggie on all fours. He’d spanked Maggie a few times, nothing too hard, but now he wanted to really spank her to release some of the pent-up frustration he felt. He reset his mental image and had her on her knees again, bum high in the air. He could feel the smoothness of her buttocks as he stroked her, preparing for the first strike, then SMACK, SMACK. Two spanks hard enough to leave red imprints. She’d moan and thrust out for more and he would spank her milky cheeks again and again, turning the pristine flesh pink. She would be moaning, writhing and bucking with each firm spank, egging hom on to spank her more, harder. He would spank the sensitive flesh of her bum cleft too, stinging the tight ring with sharp slaps as Maggie fingered her pussy, grazing her clit with a manicured nail then finger-fucking herself in time with his spanks.

Adam’s hand stroked up and down, surrounding his cock head then sliding right down to cup his balls as he played his personal movie. He coul hear Maggie urging him on, “Fuck, spank me harder, hit me again, aggghh, fuck, you bastard. Keep going, keep going!” Adam stroked himself up and down, squeezing his balls in time with his imagined spanks. He increasing his pace in time with his imagined spanking of Maggie and her thrusting fingers as his excitement rose.

She would dirty-talk him to drive him insane, his cock twitching and dripping as he spanked her until his hand stung. Her cheeks were red and blotchy, her bum hole pulsating with each stinging slap. She urged him on again, “Spank my pussy, fuck! You bastard! Spank my pussy NOW!”

He squeezed his eyes tightly to keep the image clear in his mind and he pictured himself spanking her mound with a cupped hand, four, five times as her orgasm built to a crescendo. With his left hand he gently rolled and squeezed his balls as his right hand continued to pump, more swiftly now in time with his pussy spanking. He felt the spunk rising and he forced himself to slow, enjoy the agony as his orgasm built. His whole body went rigid as his cock stiffened still more for those delicious seconds as the spunk shot up from his balls, along his shaft and erupted in a geyser from his glans. He shuddered and gently stroked the last of the cum from his shaft, and lay back against the tree trunk, enjoying the aftermath of a very enjoyable wank. The warm sun and lack of sleep soon had him dozing.

As he dozed he could feel Maggie playing with his cock, trying to entice life back into the slumbering beast. He moaned at her to stop, to let him rest. He felt a sharp prod in his balls and his eyes shot open. The bright sunlight temporarily blinded him, and he was momentarily confused to find himself outdoors. As his eyes adjusted he looked up to see two women standing over him. The younger one had her phone pointed at him and he heard the shutter sound as she took a picture of his exposed, flaccid cock. The older woman standing next to her poked his flaccid manhood with her walking stick. Adam quickly covered his nakedness with his hands. The older woman smacked his fingers sharply with her stick and he pulled his hands back in surprise.

“See what all the fuss is about, Amanda?” the older woman asked her colleague as she lifted Adam’s tackle with her stick. She sighed, “I’ve never understood boys and their urges. Back when I was a Head Mistress I would hear every day about boys showing their little dicks to the girls. And every day would end in tears.” She looked at her colleague and smiled, “They never seemed that keen to drop their trousers in my office, I can tell you my dear. And after they;d spent 20 minutes over my knee, I’m sure they thought twice about waving their parts around in public. Shame they stopped that sort of thing in my opinion. Look at the result.” With that she pointed her stick at Adam’s manhood again and he shrank back against the tree. “Did you get a good picture of him exposing himself dear?”

Amanda was staring lustfully at Adam’s penis and she started at the question. “Yes, yes I did, aunt Grace,” she stammered. ” I got some film of him wanking off too. Really good film.” She sighed at the thought of the graphic images waiting for her in the quiet of her room later.

“Amanda! Language please. Now, what to do with this young chap. We can’t have young men lying around with no trousers, playing with their bits and pieces whenever they feel the urge. I wonder if we should call the police. What do you think, Amanda?”

Amanda looked Adam up and down, and her eyes rested once more on his groin. “Oh, I think we can probably deal with this ourselves Aunty. After all, as you said, you had a sure-fire way to stop naughty boys waving their privates at the girls. I’m sure we could employ the same solution with this chap.” She stooped down and snatched up Adam’s shorts. She pulled his wallet out and fished for his driver’s licence, “Mr Adam Woods.”

Adam looked up at the pair beseechingly. What would happen now? They had his clothes, they knew his name, they had pictures. He’d lose his job if this got out, not to mention Maggie, the kids, his friends. He tried to speak, but words wouldn’t come.

To be continued ….