Three’s Company

She knew he would be the one to break their streak the moment he walked in the door. He smiled benignly at her and passed her a science fiction book to peruse while he played games with her partner, completely oblivious to her excitement.

He was perfect. Recently single and in need of a pick-me-up, laid-back, and pretty damn cute. Especially when he bent over.

They enjoyed a nice evening together of games and television, and as the night wore on the spare bed was unfolded. She climbed under the covers she had provided for him and delivered the hugs he had been promised as her partner dozed off on the spare couch. One hug led to another and soon they were lying side by side, watching mindless drivel and enjoying the comfortable conversation.

She lay in his warm embrace, idly scratching his head as the television flickered, and wondered how to proceed. He answered by squeezing her tightly, his smile brimming with affection as he let his hands wander the length of her side. She giggled as he brushed the underside of her arm. His eyes lit up. She pinned her arm down, determined not to be tickled. He ran his fingers along her sides, pretending to search for another weak spot. As the hands travelled lower the touches softened until he was caressing the warm flesh of her waist and thighs. Emboldened by the way she relaxed into his touch, he started tracing patterns across her stomach and breathing into her ear in a way that made her tummy flutter. She encouraged him by caressing his free arm, her fingers still playing with his brown hair.

“How about we move to the bedroom?” she whispered in his ear.

He paused, look over at her partner dozing on the couch. “Does your partner let you…?” he asked quietly, his blue eyes earnest.

She gave him a thumbs-up, her smile growing wider now that everything was out in the open.

He followed her obediently into the bedroom, the soft red light of the lamp already waiting to greet them. She gestured to the packet of condoms on the table before crawling under the covers clad in only a shirt and panties.

He lay down beside her, wriggling under the covers until he could wrap his arms around her. They lay there for a bit, just enjoying each other’s warmth and the sweet kiss of skin on skin.

The covers stirred behind her and the bulk of her partner pressed against her back, soft and comforting.

“I thought you were asleep.” She whispered over her shoulder.

“And miss out on all the fun?” he replied, stroking her thigh reassuringly.

The men shared a look before their guest turned his attention back to her, his hand snaking into her hair. Long nails scratched her head, sending tingles down her spine. At her partner’s suggestion he grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her head back, lighting a fire inside her. She groaned appreciatively, already tingling as he took charge. He dragged his teeth across her exposed neck, never loosening his grip on her hair. His tight trousers pressed against her cotton panties, a testament to his desire.

His mouth opened, offering her his bottom lip. She took it gratefully, sucking and nipping at it while his hand travelled lower. She gasped as his hand ghosted across her freshly waxed lips, a thousand nerves jolted to life with one touch. Her tongue darted out to meet his, tentative but eager to feel more of him as her hips rolled of their own accord. Skilled fingers trailed over her most sensitive of spots, sending sparks running up her spine. She threw her head back as the fingers zeroed in on her red-hot nub, working it in made her lose her mind, one touch at a time. Her fingers curled into claws, digging into his back and pressing him into her as she savaged his mouth, desperate for more.

She cried out as he complied, her world exploded in pleasure. Under his touch, the man expertly led her from one climax to the next, his fingers dancing across her skin as her whole body spasmed with pleasure. The fire burning inside her grew with each new release until she was aching for him to bury his fingers deep inside her. As if reading her mind, his fingers trailed lower to trace the soft ring that grew steadily wetter with each taunting touch. Maddeningly, he didn’t delve in, instead teasingly tracing a line between the two hotspots until she was growling with lust. Unable to control herself, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, eliciting an appreciative moan. As a reward, he pressed his digits deep inside her, filling her with ease and dragging his knuckles against her sweet spot. She keened and purred as she felt him stretch her gently. Guttural moans replaced purrs as he tracked down the place that made her eyes roll back, working her mercilessly.

She was so rocked by the intense waves of pleasure that she barely heard her partner ask the man to take her first. The hand disappeared, leaving her hanging on the edge of another climax. Through immense willpower she managed to open her eyes and see the man kneel between her legs, gently stroking himself as he drank in her half-lidded gaze and uncontrollably bucking hips.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” she gasped, barely able to form the syllable through the rising haze of unbridled lust. Her inner fire exploded from the sight of the man kneeling between her legs, coyly asking permission.

No longer playing, he gripped her legs firmly and hoisted her onto his hips, sliding into her with ease. Her hands twisted in the bedsheets as he found his rhythm, thrusting harder and harder until he was pounding into her with reckless abandon. Not satisfied, he lifted her legs until they graced his shoulders and pressed down into her sweet spot. Her eyes rolled back in her head as every muscle in her body tensed, the pressure building until she couldn’t even scream.

“P-p-p-please…” she mouthed, shuddering uncontrollably as he obliged and pushed her over the edge. She groaned as she tumbled down into the dark waters of sweet release, her whole body pulsing gently as she watched him slide out, confused.

She gasped as he tossed his mane back and ducked his head between her legs, devouring her like a wild animal. Teeth scraped deliciously over burning flesh as he pressed her hips into the mattress. Unable to buck, she buried her hands in his long hair. She gripped the silky strands tangled around her fingers tightly as his tongue slid over her aching nub, pushing her towards sweet release. She shuddered, fire raging wherever his mouth roamed until she was shrieking his name and begging for him to enter her once more.

“Fu- fuck me, please… -FUCK!” she screamed as another climax rolled through her, leaving her limp and gasping for breath.

The man let her catch her breath before pulling her to her knees and facing her towards her partner. He was watching her every move, thoroughly enthralled. A rush of love filled her as she saw the look on his face, and before the man behind had even entered her she had already wrapped her mouth around her partner. The man’s hips slapped into her backside, firm and determined as she sucked her partner greedily. With each stroke she would moan around her partner’s girth until she was gasping for breath, pushed to the edge of climax once more. As the waves of pleasure rippled down her body she darted her tongue down the length of her partner’s rod, unable to get enough of him.

The man gave one final thrust and withdrew, spent. Her partner rolled her onto her back as the man, breathing heavily, lay down beside her. Her man’s copper curls spilled over his shoulders to brush her face as he leant over her, ready for his turn.

“I love you.” she whispered as he filled her, his green eyes dark with desire. Her teeth clenched as his thick rod slowly stretched her to the edge of her breaking point. She breathed a sigh of relief as he carefully started thrusting, her body relaxing to let him in deeper. Her legs clenched painfully against his hips as he hit deep inside, sending sparks flying. Groaning appreciatively, he grinded into her, reveling the way she clenched with each spark. She panted, already feeling pressed to her limit until her partner leant in, his soft lips brushing hers sweetly. At that moment she felt the world shift from mild discomfort into one of pure pleasure. She bucked against his mighty bulk, urging him on as they fell into their own private rhythm.

It was incredible, but it still wasn’t enough. Her tongue moved of its own accord, flicking against her teeth restlessly. She looked over to see their guest rhythmically tending to himself and found herself licking her swollen lips longingly. Gripping his hip, she brought him forward until the man towered over her, his thin triangular frame thrown into sharp relief beside her own man’s broad-shouldered bulk. She took the man into her mouth, hungrily sucking on his half-hard member until it swelled to its full glory again. His brunette hair fell over his face as he reached down to grip her hair. Dark eyes watched her through long lashes as she looked up, sucking eagerly. When their eyes met he gripped her hair and thrust into her mouth eagerly, sliding over her tongue to touch the back of her throat. Tears sprung to her eyes but she ignored it, desperate to get as much of the man inside her as possible.

“Come on her chest…” her partner begged, his creamy skin flushed with excitement as he thrust into her. She moaned as she took the man into her throat once more, determinedly sucking him to the edge. Her partner gasped as she tightened around him at the idea of his warm cream spreading over her skin. The man pushed her down just in time to spill his warm seed across her chest, much to her partner’s pleasure. He redoubled his efforts, pounding into her until he was on the verge of climax himself. Sliding out just in time, he spilled his own seed across her stomach to mingle with the other man’s.

She purred, covered in the warmth of two men, and smiled as they high-fived one another.

Just as she suspected, the man had broken their bad threesome streak.

– J. B. Sutherland

PLT

Eric snarled as the potato peeler clattered around the sink. He sucked the nicked flesh and pouted.

I leant over and picked up the offensive plastic-cased object. “Are you okay hun?”

“Fine.” Eric muttered around his bleeding finger. He snatched the peeler out of my hands and continued to rip the skin off the potatoes. Great chunks of white flesh came away with each strip.

“Really, because it looks like you’re trying to savage that.” I tutted as I continued to chop carrots. “Calm down and skin it, don’t scalp it.”

Eric threw the peeler down and ripped the remaining skin off with his nails. He was breathing heavily.

I put down the knife and held out my hand. “Here, give it before you try to bite it in half.”

He dropped it in my waiting palm and began pacing the small kitchen.

“I thought you’d have a handle on this by now.” I commented as I tossed the potato into the pot of waiting water.

“I can’t help it.” He ran his hands through his hair, tousling it until it resembled fur. “It’s the pre-lunar tension.”

I turned and leant against the sink. “Come here.” I crooned and pulled him in by the lapels. When he was close enough for his nose to brush mine I kissed him gently. His lips were warm and soft.

His breathing slowed. He nuzzled me, inhaling my scent. Leaning in until his eyelashes brushed against my cheek he wrapped his arms around me, cocooning me in his warmth. He smelled musky and delicious.

I leant forward and nipped his ear. He growled from the base of his throat, sending a tingle along my spine. His grip tightened until I could barely breath.

“Sorry!” He let go quickly, worried. “I didn’t mean to-“

I leapt forward and kissed him, biting his lip. He dug his fingers into me. I could feel his nails hardening into claws already. I arched into him, pressing my denim jeans against his to get that sweet friction.

His breathing was getting ragged as I ran my fingers through his long hair, trailing nails across his scalp. He shuddered and low growls began to escape with each pant.

Gripping me by the shoulders he lifted me up and shoved me against cupboards. My arse landed on the chopping board, sending carrot flying everywhere.

“You need to work out some of that tension.” I hissed as I bit along the curve of his ear, sucking on his lobe when I got to it. He responded by devouring my neck, scraping his teeth along my tender flesh and licking the marks he made. My legs clenched involuntarily as I crumbled under his hot wet mouth. He worked his way down, not even pausing long enough for me to remove my clothes. With half-formed claws he ripped my shirt off and sliced through my bra, tossing them to the floor. His mouth bit and sucked my breasts, suddenly unleashed, and his claws dug into my ribs as he moved me wherever he pleased.

I was shuddering from his desperate yet expert mouth as he slowed down to long slow licks down my stomach and to the band of my jeans. He stared at it for a moment, confused. Then with that wolfen single-mindedness he snapped the jeans up in his jaws and tugged. The button snapped and the zipper ripped open, exposing my cotton underwear. Recovering his senses somewhat he released one hand from my ribs and tugged the jeans off in one swift movement, holding me up with the other hand. As he brought me back down again his mouth came up to meet mine. Our tongues intertwined and he pushed against mine with all the ferocity he had applied to my pants. Breathing heavily he pulled back and gazed into my eyes. His were deep golden brown and filled with an intense electricity that shot from his to mine like a lightning bolt, electrifying my whole body. He had the eyes of a predator and I was his prey.

Releasing me from his gaze he dropped down to my hips. He trailed his tongue from one side to the other to my mounting excitement. I could feel it building as his soft moist muscle played along my alert skin. Suddenly his dropped and my cotton panties were in his mouth. He looked up at me with those hungry golden eyes and I nearly came on the spot. With a strong tug he ripped open my panties, exposing me to his tongue. He delved in, circling my clit and sliding in and out of my wet hole. His tongue thrust into me again and again, bring me to the edge of ecstasy. My body was quivering, the tension almost too much. Then he bit my clit and I came, shouting his name in a spurt of incomprehensible gibberish. I grabbed his head and pressed it into me, begging him to keep going, to bring me to that glorious edge again. He complied and flicked his tongue across my clit in one slow teasing motion, again and again back and forth. Just as I thought I might burst against he let the tip slip down and inside me, soothing the burning fire that had built. I closed my eyes and rocked my hips against his mouth, his soft lips caressing my tender flesh as his hot wet tongue plunged deep inside me, pressing that button that sat so close to my entrance. I clenched my legs and rocked my way to a second delicious orgasm that left me floating in a sea of pleasure.

When I opened my eyes again he was standing over me, watching with a sexy smirk on his face. He planted a hand either side of me and leant in to whisper in my ear, “It’s time to fuck.”

Before I could respond he’d lifted me up and bent me over the sink. My nose stopped centimeters from its ridges. He gripped my hips with firm hands and I felt his big hard cock slide into me. I keened as it touched my inner wall. The grip on my hips tightened and with a grunt he began thrusting hard, slamming into me and sending waves of pleasure sparking across my entire body. Reaching up he gripped my nipple and twisted, causing me to cry out in pleasure and a hint of agony. The hand dragged down my body and the grunts turned to snarls. I tried to stand up but he pinned me down and started biting my back. I whimpered as teeth pierced skin. A soothing tongue swept across it and butterfly kisses trailed the length of my spine.

“I can’t… control it… much longer…” Eric managed to gasp between thrusts.

“Do it.” I moaned, pushing back against him at the thought.

“Hah… hah…” he lost the power of speech as the beast took over. He dug his claws in, riding me like the animal he was.

“Do it!” I screamed as I felt the wave of orgasm slam into me. Eric came, shooting inside me and filling me with his warm stickiness to the accompanying howl.

Spent, he pulled away and collapsed on a chair. I shuddered, the afterglow threatening to swallow me up. Staggering on legs that felt like rubber I sat on top of my half-man, half-wolf and kissed his cheek.

“Feel better?” I asked, running trembling hands through his sweat-matted hair.
“Loads.” He breathed, eyes closed.

His eyes snapped open a moment later. “Did I hurt you?”

I looked down at my naked body. Claw marks and welts covered my torso and my back stung when it touched anything. “Nah.” I grinned and continued to stroke his hair. “Totally worth it for my wolfikins.”

Eric snorted.

I nuzzled his chin. “And as my reward for helping you through your time of the month, you get to finish making dinner.”

Eric gripped the back of my neck and gave me a long hard stare that lit a fire deep inside me.

“Or we could go round two.”

Looking into those glowing eyes I forgot how to breathe. “I don’t get a choice, do I?”

Eric grinned. The moonlight glinting off his canines.

“No.” he growled.

– J.B. Sutherland

Oh Boy, You’re So Cute.

Clark scrolled through his phone and read out the article. “Things an Alpha male will never hear: ‘Oh boy, you’re so cute and nice. Let me take you home and ravish you.’

Percy interrupted. “Why not?”

“Because Alpha men do the ravishing.” Clark stated.

“And Alpha woman ravish the oh so cute boy.” Jenny chimed in.

“This Alpha stuff is such bull.”

Jenny and Clark exchanged a look that spoke volumes. Both were remembering a night which illustrated their point precisely.

It had happened months ago. Clark, Percy and Jenny had been hanging out when Clark got called in for an unexpected night shift.

Jenny lay down beside Percy, their heads touching as they watched the small laptop screen. He had insisted that she experience his favourite film, so she was indulging him. To her surprise she was actually enjoying it. This had less to do with the comedy and more to do with the fact that every character had a rich cockney accent that just did things to her. It was a strange side-affect but she managed to keep it under control. She smiled to herself as the men spoke at a rapid-fire pace.

Every now and then his short hair would catch on hers and she’d notice the heat radiating from his body. She had a dreamy moment of nostalgia as she remembered the way her old boyfriend would lean their heads together and doze on long journeys. Occasionally their strands caught and entwined, resulting in a small tug that spoke volumes about sweetness and familiarity to her sentimental side.

The film ended and Percy rolled over to face her, eager to see the obvious delight that should be on her face. She nodded, smile still in place.

“Okay, I admit, it’s good.”

“It’s be’er than goo’, it’s brillian’.” He replied in imitation of the character’s accent. Jenny felt her body, already humming with the accents and nostalgia, tune into Percy as he unwittingly used one of her turn-ons.

She mentally chided herself. This was her best-friends mate she was hanging out with. Alone. In a small bed. In a big empty house.

It was just the memory of her ex stirring things. That was all. Besides, the boy was a virgin.

She struggled to pay attention as he chattered away to her about the magnificence of the film. When he turned his head the glare from the screen danced across his glasses, obscuring his big blue eyes.

Jenny also happened to really like square glasses.

He smiled, the dimple in his right cheek making an appearance.

She had no idea what he was saying anymore. His face was far too cute to bother listening to the drivel that fell out of it.

Unable to contain herself, Jenny leant forward and pecked him on the cheek.

Percy stopped talking and cocked his head.

“You’ve got a cute face.” She admitted.

He shrugged his broad shoulders and pecked her cheek in return. “You’re cute all over.”

She decided to take that as a compliment and pulled him into a hug, raining kisses on his cheek. The last fell wide of it’s mark and hit his lips.

Percy flipped over and pinned her to the bed. He hovered there for a few moments, bare torso pale in the laptop light, watching her. The smile was gone.

“You have got to work on your seduction skills.” He decided.

Jenny opened her mouth to object but was silenced by his soft lips pressing against her own.

She melted. Smooth hands ran across her shoulders and face, caressing her lightly. His mouth kneaded against hers, coaxing blood to the surface until her already plump lips were red and swollen with desire.

She ran her hands through the soft blonde bristles that covered his head and down his silky smooth back. His torso was long, longer than any man she’d been with before. She traced her way down to his flared hips that hinted at strong thrusting power.

“So you li’e the bri-ish, huh?” he murmured in her ear. She arched against him and pulled him back into a kiss, swirling her hips against his as he slid his hands down to her waist.

Something was niggling at the back of her mind as she stroked his flank.

Virgin. Right. “Are you okay for this to be your first time?” she asked. “You didn’t want something more special?”

He shook her head.

“Okay. Good.”

The pair stripped down. Percy pushed her back against the pillow and nibbled his way around her breasts, eventually getting the idea of sucking on the sensitive flesh. Jenny encouraged him by running her hands along his shoulders and being extra verbal when he did something good.

Her hands travelled lower as she remembered the sensitive area down the side of his back. She reached down and scratched the no-man’s land between flank and back, enjoying the way it made him tense and lose concentration. She’d whiled away many long car rides stroking the area when he least suspected it and was delighted that it was proving far more exciting than amusing now.

As she ran both hands down the twin hotspots his breathing hitched. He pulled away, rising up to tower over her in all his elongated height. “Right, I’m ready. “ He declared, the accent forgotten.

Mildly disappointed she passed him a condom. He rolled it on far more expertly than most experienced men she knew. Before she had time to wonder he was already sliding inside her. She squeaked as the tip brushed her cervix. He pulled back and entered all the way in again. This time she was ready and reveled in the spark of pain his length caused. He adopted a reliable drummer’s rhythm and soon she was pushing back against him. Each time he leant over to press his lips against hers she arched into him and thrust back harder.

Eager to try everything, he requested doggy. Unable to bear him driving through her cervix each time she tilted her pelvis and gritted her teeth quietly. The angle threw him off and she was able to enjoy the warmth of his smooth chest pressing against her bare back as the he rocked back and forth. Despite the pain his length caused, he was still gentle with everything he did.

Just as Jenny thought she might never find the balance between excruciating pain and mild pleasure he reached around and began to stroke her clit. In the circumstances it was a sweet gesture but not the domination she needed right then.

She pulled away and pushed him onto his back, straddling the confused boy. Planting both hands on his long chest she began to grind against him, brushing him against her cervix to spark off the chain reaction of intensity and slight pain she craved. Finding her pleasure point she raced towards orgasm.

She didn’t realize how loud she was being until she heard her own moans echoing off the walls of the empty house. The boy was quiet, his breath hitching with each movement from her rocking hips as she alternated between sliding on and off his long cock and grinding it into her cervix to accompanying shockwaves of pleasure.

She shuddered and nearly collapsed on him as she came without his help.

Feeling her squeeze around him spurred him into action. He held her hips lightly and began thrusting up from below in his slightly erratic rhythm. She rose off his hips to allow the movement and clenched to see what reaction she got. The breathing hitched again and he resumed at a slightly harder and faster pace. She dug her knees into his side and rocked back and forth as he managed to squeeze a small orgasm from her quivering insides. Emboldened he strove for eight more, driving harder as he gained more confidence with each orgasm he achieved. For the final orgasm he sat up cross-legged and pulled her into a firm embrace, his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.

She leant over to smell his hair as he thrust, running her fingers through the blond bristles as he regained his rhythm. Jenny came with a shiver. Triumphant he gently leant her backwards so he could slip out and manhandle himself to a quick climax.

Depleted, the boy quickly fell asleep. Jenny stayed up a bit longer, admiring his long torso and soft pink lips as she allowed herself to be impressed by the efforts of the former virgin.

She rolled out of bed when she heard Clark come home from his nightshift.

Excited, she ran out to the hallway to tell him that she had successfully taken Percy’s virginity.

“So, how many times?” he asked the standard question.

“Ten. He wanted to make it an even number.” She replied happily.

He smiled his crooked smile and fist-bumped her before she remembered that it was his best mate she was referring to. The one currently asleep upstairs.

Jenny started to explain and apologize but it was too late. Clark had a nasty glint in his eye. He gripped the back of her neck and led her back upstairs to the bedroom where Percy lay asleep.

Marching straight past the unconscious boy he pushed her down onto the spare mattress that Percy was supposed to be using and clamped his left hand over her mouth.

The hand gripping her neck released and yanked down her underwear, exposing her still-swollen lips. Without warning Clark buried two thick fingers inside her and pulled out all his techniques. She jerked and writhed under his touched, the screams building inside but unable to burst past his left hand.

She came in seconds from his brutal administrations, shuddering violently as he continued to press buttons deep inside her without mercy. He added another fingers and stretched her wide, sending a jolt of pain through her lower regions and making her hiss with pleasure as it rolled back, carrying a wave of ecstasy. She came again and again, approaching the ten Percy had so proudly brought her to. As the tenth orgasm rolled over her body Clark added a forth finger, tearing her slightly. She still tried to squirm away to no avail. Clark had her pinned.

With fierce determination he fisted her, smashing the walls between pain and pleasure and sending her spiraling into a strange dark place where orgasms court masochism and dance to the music of the vengeful.

Through sheer willpower she managed to remain conscious as the fourteenth consecutive orgasm was dragged from her helpless body.

Clark released her. She lay on the bed, limp and panting. When she opened her eyes the light was glinting off the man’s unusually sharp canines. She felt her stomach tighten. Those teeth were only revealed through the most devilish of grins.

Amazingly, Percy hadn’t stirred throughout the entire onslaught. Clark’s hand had provided enough of a sound barrier that her cries had been ignored and her writhing had attacked the bed sheets more than the eardrums in her pleasurable agony.

Clark gripped her neck one last time and leaned over her, a stocky silhouette in the dark room.

“I’m better.” He whispered.

His status as the alpha male in the room secured, he rolled over and went to sleep.

Clark turned off his phone and looked at Percy. “You’re just whining because Jen’s more Alpha than you.”

Percy riled. “That is such a load of-“ Jenny dragged her nails along Percy’s hotspot. He whimpered and hunched over, sentence forgotten.

“Oh Percy.” She grinned. “You’re so cute.”

– J.B. Sutherland

The Edge

Emily leant back against the warm palm as it ghosted across her alabaster skin. “Abe.” She sighed, tucking her chin into her shoulder and nestling into his torso. Square fingers lifted her head from it’s comfortable nest to his waiting lips. They were soft and comforting, like a blanket on a cold winter’s night. She breathed in, savouring his strong musk.

He bit her gently, teeth sinking into the curve of her lip. She gasped and turned her body to face him, pressing her curves against his firm torso. She trailed a hand down her satin nightdress, dragging his attention with it.

“Slow.” He rumbled, reaching down to lift her hand above the equator. “Sensual.”

She bit her own lip in mild frustration. “But I want you now.”

“Patience.” He chided and nipped her ear.

She frowned. Planting a hand firmly in the center of his chest she pushed him away. “Then you learn it. I’m going home.”

The man blinked. “What?” His hands stopped moving as his brain caught up. “You can’t do that.”

“Watch me.”

“But there’s a blizzard out there.”

“But baby it’s cold outside.” She jeered. “Just stop talking.”

She pulled away, irritated. The man who she had thought so handsome and delectable moments ago was now just another trophy that had lost its shine. She snatched her coat before he could offer it to her. “Goodnight Abe.”

Despite her deliberate antagonism the man walked her to the door. He may be lost for words but never social graces. How they bored her, these proper types. She wanted to be ravaged, devoured, pushed into the wall and taken with little ceremony and unbridled carnal desire. Not caressed like her skin as no thicker than a petal and as sensitive as a minefield. She would get no satisfaction here tonight.

She stalked through the topiary in a swirl of white powder. She was careful not to look back at the young man who would undoubtedly wait and watch to ensure she got to her car safely. Boring, boring, boring.

She dived into the car, already shivering as a fine layer of snow soaked through her best jacket. She grumbled under her breath as the car thrummed to life but the heater failed to start. Teeth chattering she drove away from her date and into the darkness.

Half an hour later she was crawling through the city at a pace that made public transport look downright appealing. Apparently there was some sort of sports event on. She sighed and gazed out the window, confident that the road wouldn’t change any time soon.

Her gaze fell on a young man. He was tucked away between two buildings covered with scaffolding, neatly avoiding both the snow and wind of the freezing night. She found herself staring at the lean body. As her eyes travelled up his torso the man turned to look her dead in the eye. A bolt of heat flashed through her body. Her head snapped forward and she stared unseeing at the car in front of her, gripping the steering wheel as though her life depended on it. As an afterthought she locked the car doors.

She swallowed, painfully aware of the man’s gaze. She could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

After five minutes she risked a glance back. The man was still leaning against the wall, infuriatingly nonchalant. He flashed her a smile that made her pussy clench.

Animal instinct took over. Without indicating she pulled out of the long line of traffic leaving the city and drove down the alleyway the ran the length of the factory. She veered into the first park she found, almost forgetting the handbrake. Grabbing her handbag she leapt out of the car before common sense could catch up. This wasn’t a time for rationale. She was feeling cagey, frustrated, and the fire raging inside her was ready to burst forth and consume the city.

That young man may be sheltered from the weather but he was still in for a hell of a storm.

She rounded the corner and marched down the street, cursing as the cruel wind whipped under her skirts. She slowed as she approach the gap where the man was tucked away. Doubt began to fill her mind. Her heels clicked loudly in the sudden silence. She bit her lip, suddenly filled with indecision.

“I could do that for you.” A low voice purred.

Her breath caught in her throat. A shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the weather.

The man emerged from the alley. Their eyes met and she felt that jolt of electricity again. She nearly collapsed as she realized what it was. Desire. Delicious, dark, carnal desire.

The man lowered her head, his eyes travelling the length of her body. Emily trembled with excitement. She could practically feel him undressing her with his eyes.

He closed the gap and stood so close she could feel the heat radiating off his skin. His head tilted from side to side as he examined her. Apparently reaching a decision, he offered his palm.

“Want?” He asked.

She blinked, suddenly horribly aware of the realities of her situation. “Do you cost?” she blurted out.

He tilted his head back and laughed. “You couldn’t afford me.”

He let the silence hang, taunting her. She felt the tension coil in her body even before he spoke again.

“Want.” He growled quietly.

She swallowed. She could feel herself growing slick from the mere sound of his voice. “Want.” She nodded in a series of small jitters.

“Good.” He purred and took her wrist, pulling her back towards the alley. She followed, the world closing in until it was just the two of them, two bodies in the night, hungry for flesh and a channel for their passion.

Down the end of the alley was darkness only punctuated by reflections from the city nightlife. It was remarkably empty and far quieter than the streets surrounding.

“What’s your name?” she asked, regaining her senses a little.

The man grinned. “Call me Beast.”

She giggled nervously. “I suppose that makes me Belle?”

He shoved her against the wall, mashing her face against his. “That makes you prey.” He hissed, his hot breath and deep growl sending electricity shooting like fireworks her body. He bit her lightly and dragged his teeth along the rim of her ear. She gasped, astounded by how sensitive she suddenly was. His fingers curled into her jacket and dragged it off her, exposing her shoulders the unforgiving night air. One tug and the sash of her dress uncoiled, leaving it with no option but to slide down her body. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the smooth touch of silk rolling across her skin. She jerked as the dress was ripped from her body and he was all over her, his mouth devouring ever inch of her flesh. Nails dug into her back and hips, pulling her in. Moans and cries escaped her throat as his hot mouth and slick tongue found their way to her breasts. With one deft move her bra fell away. The man stepped back, drinking in the view as she became painfully aware of the temperature. She curled in on herself, trying to keep warm. He stepped in and pinned her arms against the brick, exposing her torso to the cruel weather and his intense scrutiny.

She whimpered and dropped her eyes to the ground rather than meet that gaze. But she could still feel him watching her. She raised her eyes in time to see the corners of his mouth twist into an animalistic snarl as she twitched.

“Mine.” He growled and bit her left nipple. She cried out, lifting her head to the skies and involuntarily spreading her legs. Good god she wanted him, she wanted him more than anything in her life. She wanted him deep inside her, tearing her apart, taking her just because she was there. She wanted it to so much.

His deft fingers rolled her right nipple while his teeth scrapped her left. She whimpered as she felt the hand leave her breast and flinched when it gripped her panties. She bit her lip, caught between hope that he would to tear them off her and the fear that he actually would. Instead the grip relaxed. His rough fingers began to stroke her firmly through the thin wall of lace. Her head fell back as he expertly rolled her clit between his fingers. Her hips pushed back as the pressure began to build inside her, desperate not to lose that touch for a second. The warmth spread through her body, flushing her skin and lighting a fire inside her. She was uttering nonsense, thrusting her whole body against the incredible hand as she raced towards relief. She collapsed against him as wave after wave of sweet pleasure crashed through her, leaving her trembling and weak. It was the most intense thing she had ever experienced.

She was seized by the desire to return the favour, to reward the man that had brought her such incredible sensations. “W-want.” She whispered and tugged at his belt. The man’s sly grin returned and he stepped away from her. She cursed at the sudden cold.

“Fuck you’re sexy when you swear.” He remarked as he casually dropped his jacket. She gazed hungrily as he tugged off his shirt to reveal a lean torso with a deep-cut V. Her hands reached out of their own accord and ran across the exposed skin to tangle in his body hair. He growled as he tugged at his belt. Impatient, she slipped her fingers inside his pants, still playing with the soft trail of hair that covered his chest. He hissed as she bit his stomach. She ginned, delighting in scraping her teeth across those abs again and again. The fingers twined around his wiry pubic hair, unable to reach any deeper. With a grunt he ripped his belt off and dropped his pants, exposing his throbbing cock to her waiting hand. She touched it gratefully, reveling in the silky skin. Adjusting her grip she began to pump. Watching her hand slide up and down his length as he panted she was suddenly seized by the desire to taste him. Without warning she engulfed him with her hot wet mouth, running her tongue along the head and shaft so much that her mouth tingled. It tasted delicious. No, no tasted, felt. He felt like a mouthful of sherbet and sweet hard candy, smooth yet sparking excitement all down her body.

The man grunted abruptly and pushed her off, dragging her to her feet. His eyes burned. Gripping her shoulders he spun her to face the wall and shoved her. She fell over, bracing against the cooling bricks. She could feel his hard flesh probing at her entrance and the thrill nearly sent her over the edge again.

He pushed inside her, stretching her, and began thrusting so hard and fast that she screamed. Her world exploded as he rammed into her, smashing against the spongy wall of her cervix to send out sparks of pain and pleasure until her stomach clenched in protest. He yanked her hair, jerking her head back and shifting her just enough for him to miss that point and strike the one below. Fireworks bounced around her body and electricity surged beneath her skin as he struck that spot again and again. She moaned uncontrollably as her body jumped between tense and limp until she was clutching the wall just to stay upright. The man released her hair and hooked a finger in her mouth as he crushed her into the wall. She ran her tongue across the tip and was rewarded with the feeling of a thousand bubbles bursting on her taste buds. She sucked at it furiously, greedy for more of the orgasmic sensation.

The man groaned as her hot slick walls clenched around him. Removing the finger from he protesting mouth he gripped both her hips and pounded deeper into her. She was grateful for his strong grip and the firm wall as she nearly collapsed from the intensity of the next orgasm that ripped through her.

“Fuck…” she groaned and hoisted herself up higher against the wall. “Fuck me. Fuck me!” she wailed as the incessant need rose again. The man complied eagerly, forcing her up against the wall until she was standing, his cock driving up from below to impale her. The cool bricks dug into her chest and stomach as the searing skin slid across her back.

She fell through time and space until she hit heaven, falling over and over the edge of ecstasy. Each time she grew weaker and each time the man changed position until they only had enough energy left to lay on top of each other. She rolled over onto the cold ground and the delicious beast of a man climbed on top of her, thrusting into her with the last of his strength. The pace grew as he reached the edge and the pressure built inside her one last time. She pushed back against his pulsing cock as he shouted a curse to the sky and found the sweet relief he had given her so many times that night. She convulsed as the warm liquid filled her, scratching herself on paraphernalia as she squirmed with pleasure. With a grunt he collapsed on top of her, spent.

Above her the stars began to swirl. She closed her eyes, warm and happy, and the world slipped away into darkness.

When she awoke the man was gone. She was alone, naked and cold in a dark alley. Her muscles and crotch ached. Wincing, she staggered to her feet and got dressed. The man had tucked her clothes to her a crevice in the wall, hiding her handbag. She smiled at that.

Hitching up her bag she tottered out of the alley, smiling broadly. It may not have been comfortable, it may not have been glamourous, but damn it had been hot.

Back in her car she took a moment to check through her purse. She didn’t know how long she had been unconscious for. It was still dark so it couldn’t have been long. Her wallet, phone and various items were all still inside, along with a note. She unfolded it carefully.

“546 789 355.

Swear for me sexy.

Cain”

Emily looked up from the note at the breaking dawn and smiled. “Well fuck.”

– J.B. Sutherland

Priorities

Arms as soft as silk enveloped her. She sighed happily and rolled over, creating a cocoon of sheets in which they could both gestate until they were ready to emerge and face the day.

“Love you.” He whispered in her ear.

She smiled and nuzzled his neck.  “I love me too.”

He pushed her away gently. “You sap. I don’t know how I survive when you insist on drenching me in such saccharine. By all rights I should have drowned long ago.”

She dragged the sheets from his torso with malicious glee. “Go on then, go be a grown up. I’ll be here all warm and blissfully, blissfully asleep.” He snatched at the warm fabric but she had a tight grip. With a sigh he got up, stretching his long torso in the pale morning light. She admired it absentmindedly, already compiling a list of things to do that day.

“Do we need any eggs?” she called out as he stepped into the shower.

“What?” he yelled over the roar of water.

“Do we need any- oh for heavens sake.” She muttered and threw the tangle of sheets aside. Stark naked she marched into the bathroom.

“Do we need any e-“ she trailed off as she saw his glistening torso. Jets of water cascaded down his muscular back.

He looked over his shoulder, brown eyes bright with curiosity. “Hm?”

She licked her lips. The list could wait.

She slid a hand under the firm curve of his butt cheek and squeezed.

“Oh.” He grinned and turned the water off. “Do we have any extra time?”

“We can make time.” She declared. He had barely stepped out of the shower when she pushed him up against the wall. Hands gripping his wet locks she bit his lower lip. Pressing their naked bodies together she forced him against the cold tiles. He shivered, sending tremors through her body as well. She grinded her hips against him, taking delight in eliciting responses that were only half derived from pleasure.

“I have a m-m-meeting at te-“ he tried to interrupt but she grabbed him by the base of his hair and dragged him out into the bedroom. Without ceremony she threw him down onto the bed and straddled him. The sheets turned translucent under his wet form. She grinned down at him and pinned his arms above his head. “They can wait. I can’t.”

He gasped as she thrust herself onto his already hard member and clenched. Releasing one hand she dragged her nails down the exposed flesh of his torso. The young man at her mercy threw his head back with a cry and nearly kicked the lamp off the dresser.

She rocked on top of him, striking her clit with just enough force to pleasure herself but denying him the full penetration he so sorely desired. In minutes he was trying to thrust up into her. She chuckled. Her thighs had far more experience at pinning moving objects than he had at bucking them.

When he realized he was outmatched he resorted to looking up at her pleadingly.

“Say it.” She hissed, leaning down close enough to brush his lips with her own.

He shook his head. She lifted herself off and hovered, just covering the tip with her burning flesh.

He looked up at her with a mix of desperation and determination.

She raised an eyebrow and with great precision, rocked gently.

The gorgeous man practically bit through his own lip in frustration.

“Okay okay please, fucking please fuck me!” he wailed, mouth stretched to its limit. The cry ‘fuck me’ echoed off the bathroom tiles, mocking him.

“Please what?” she said, trying to sound coy. She clenched in a syncopated rhythm and watched his face contort in priceless unfulfilled pleasure.

“Please please fuck please m-m-“ he stuttered, unable to speak. She lifted her hips and let him slide out of her.

“Mistress!” He gasped, forcing the word out. “Fuck I need to come!”

She complied, driving herself down on his shaft again and again. He bucked underneath her, and together their frenzied efforts brought him to the edge of ecstacy. With a shout that alerted the whole street he came, filling her eager body like so many times before. He went limp, panting. As she wrestled control with her breathing she allowed herself to admire the red flush that filled his normally pale cheeks. She had done that.

Replete in her pride she pulled herself off and leant down to nip his ear. He twitched but didn’t move away.

“Did you come?” he asked breathlessly.

“You’ll never know.” She purred. “Now get up, you’re late.”

“Fuck.” He moaned and rolled over.

“Check.” She replied cheerfully and removed it from her mental list. It was going to be a good day.

– J. B. Sutherland

Glitterbomb

Glitter knew she shouldn’t have gone this way. The tunnel had none of the familiar charm that soaked her home suburb. This one was cold and dark with just a hint of urine. A territorial animals marking, she preferred to think. But there was no other way to bypass the local hotspots without drawing attention to her already broken cover. So the tunnel it was.

She rounded a barely lit corner, watching for any movement reflected in the puddles. Something flickered. She flattened herself against a wall. A cockroach scurried out of the murk.

Bloody pests.

Glitter regretted not for the first time ditching her shoes as she fled the exchange point. A decent turn of speed was great until you spent an hour walking over slimy tarmac and a malicious selection of sharp rocks.

A red blip illuminated the shadows.

Finally.

Glitter felt for the small sensor light and peeled it off from its perch near the ceiling. ‘Hospital gowns and frowns.’

‘Etiquette is your best bet.’

‘I’ve been compromised.’

The person on the end of the receiver sighed. ‘3rd time Glitter. The team doesn’t have space for screw-ups right now.’

‘Just sent Jake and I’ll kiss his arse later.’

‘What happened to your phone?’

‘Its also compromised.’

‘…you dropped it in the toilet again, didn’t you?’

‘I had a bra situation! You try holding a clutch purse with satin gloves.’

‘For fucks sake, you’re a woman, I thought all this stuff came encoded in your DNA or something.’

‘Yeah well, I must be one of a kind then.’

‘Sending recovery. Get home now and report in the morning. You know where.’

‘Thanks ace.’

‘Just get out already before a train derails from your mere toxic presence.’

‘Jackass.’

Glitter used the red light to check her watch. If she hurried she could get four hours sleep before the team ripped her to shreds. It would have to do.

She headed into the darkness and nearly collided with someone walking the other way.

‘Sorry.’ the girl smiled sheepishly. ‘I forget there are other night owls. …are you okay?’

Glitter managed to calm the trained instinct to incapacitate the girl. The collision had spiked her adrenaline in a way she really didn’t need right now. She was already running on reserves.

‘Fine.’ she muttered and slid past the girl.

‘Are you sure? Your dress is torn. Did you fall?’

Only three metres down a flight of stairs. ‘Fashion statement.’

The girl turned to follow. ‘I can fix it if you hold on a sec.’ she fumbled in her bag. ‘I always carry my sewing kit. Then you wont have to hold it up.’

Glitter turned to give a long cool stare at the annoyingly helpful civilian. ‘Maybe I like it this way.’

The girl was already breaking some dark thread with her teeth. ‘Well I don’t.’

She grabbed a handful of fabric below where Glitter was clutching it to her thighs. ‘It’ll only take a sec.’ she insisted. The needle was already through the fabric.

‘Fine, just staple the thing and go. Its late.’

The girl laughed. ‘are you kidding? It’s early.’ She looped the torn mess into a makeshift bustle and knotted the thread. ‘You have nice legs. Do you run or something?’

‘Yeah. A lot.’ Mostly from people who wanted her dead or at least crippled.

‘But you’re so pale.’ a hand brushed her lower thigh. ‘You must be a night runner.’

‘Y-yeah.’ Glitter agreed, unable to stop the hot blush from flooding her cheeks. The girl was stroking her leg now, the dress forgotten.

‘So um, thanks for the help but I gotta-g-got-‘

The hand had travelled to the inside of her thigh and was creeping higher, tracing maddeningly slow circles the length of her leg.

Glitter swallowed and looked down. The girl was watching her with an innocent smile and a wicked glint in her eye.

Glitter felt her loins pang with sudden hot desire that completely bypassed any important analysis her brain was trying to accomplish. ‘Y-y-you-‘

‘i like these tunnels.’ the girl commented. ‘You never know what you’re going to find.’

‘N-name?’ the circles were getting higher and slower. Glitter could feel the blood pulsing in her groin. The pain would follow soon if she didn’t do something.

‘Call me… Mistress kitty.’

Glitter snorted with laughter and gasped as the knuckles brushed her underwear.

‘And what shall I call you?’ Mistress kitty mused. Glitter mewled as the hand brushed again ever so lightly. ‘How about… Slave.’ The girl rose swiftly to grab the back of Glitteres neck. She tilted the head back and chuckled. ‘And slave doesn’t get a say.’

Glitter opened her mouth to object and found it occupied by a firm and pierced tongue. She moaned as the small metal nub rubbed against her own unopened flesh.

Kitty pulled away. ‘Good girl.’

She tore the bodice from Glitteres chest. ‘Oops. GuessI’ll have to fix that… too.’

Glitter arched as kitty enveloped her breast with her soft wet mouth and bit. The stranger nipped and sucked her way up to the neck where she set about marking her slave. Glitter yelped as her pain threshold was breached. Kitty dug her nails into the back of her neck and pulled back. ‘Slave gets no say.’

She crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss, teeth piercing soft skin. Kitty licked the copper fluid from Glitteres bleeding lip and growled.

Glitter was halfway between ecstasy and agony when kitty gripped her ribs and squeezed, hard. Her knees buckled and she fell against kitty. Her cries echoed off the tunnel walls.

‘Are you fucking me or punishing me?’ she gasped. Kitty chuckled her throaty laugh again. ‘Why cant it be both?’ she murmured. ‘Afterall-” she slammed her against a wall ‘-you fucked me!’

Glitter doubled over and gasped for breath as kitty grabbed a fistful of hair and tries to throw her face first into the rocky tarmac. Glitter rolled, taking Kitty’s balance in exchange for a burning scalp as hair tore out. She kicked sideways, trying to take out the ankles and missed.

Kitty landed on her butt and raged at her. ‘You stupid bitch! All you had to do was give Juan the packet and enjoy the champagne. Why’d you have to flirt with the dick?’

‘I was trying to act natural. Who the hell are you anyway?’

‘I’m Juan’s fiance!’

‘I did you a favour then. The guys a dick.’

‘But he was my dick! If you’d just been your lesbian self-‘

‘Bi-sexual! Why does everyone jump to lesbian?’

‘Maybe they get confused by your massive lumberjack thighs.’

‘Oh fuck you bitch. Least I have thighs. Try getting out of your chauffer-driven carriage and walking a few blocks and you might have some too.’

The women glared at each other, panting.

‘God you’re hot when you’re angry.’ Glitter admitted. ‘If you ever need a free fuck-‘

‘Save it. I may be single now but I’m still straight.’

‘Oh is that what you are? I got confused by the whole tongue down my throat thing five minutes before.’

‘There was a lot of free champagne.’

‘And we all know champagne turns straight girls bi.’

Kitty flushed bright red.

Glitter got to her knees and crawled over. ‘You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that just a little bit.’

Kitty bit her lip and looked away. After a tense moment moment of silence she admitted, ‘Juan doesn’t let me take control. He hasn’t even touched me in a month. We’re supposed to be getting married and he wont even kiss me anymore…’

‘Honey, I hate to tell you this, but Juan’s gay. You’re his beard.’

‘The hell I am!’

‘He’s called Juan for chrissakes. Of course he’s gay. He’d have to be to not be tapping you. Hell, I want to tap you and I’m pretty sure you just gave me a permanent bald spot.’

Kitty grinned devilishly. ‘Well… I could make it up to you. You know. At my place.’

‘Good cos I am freezing my ass off here. Staple some of this skirt round my chest and lets go.’

Glitter crawled into headquarters an hour late. Nobody seemed too upset. This made her deeply suspicious.

‘Mitch, what’s the sitch?’ she asked the tech guy who had been manning the communications line the night before.

He grinned at her. ‘Oh, I’ve just been sharing some interesting audio we got from one of our transit bugs.’

‘Very interesting.’ Jake agreed.

Mitch played the audio. Glitter flushed crimson as she heard her own moan reverberating off concrete walls.

‘Nice damage control.’ Jake commented. ‘I assume she has the packet?’

Glitter looked him blankly. ‘Of course. And a tracker.’

‘Great. Next time do it without breaking the rich guy’s arm over a balcony, ok?’

‘He grabbed my arse.’

‘Sounds like his ex did a lot more than that’. He grinned. ‘Just keep using those lesbian powers for good and not evil.’

‘Bisexual.’

‘Keep telling yourself that.’

‘You know what, fuck you guys.’

‘Now see, there’s the problem. You won’t cos you’re a big fat lesbian.’

Glitter couldn’t decide what to defend first; the big, the fat or the lesbian insult.

‘Here’s your next assignment.’ he added and flipped the folder across the table. ‘Try not to break anything. Please.’

She looked at the deadline and tossed it back. ‘Give it to someone else. I’m busy today.’

‘Doing what?’

Glitter grinned, halfway out the door. ‘Not what, whom.’

Kitty was waiting in the car park, the engine of her Porsche still running.

Glitter slid into the seat beside her. ‘Where do you want to go today?’ Kitty asked.

‘Slave doesn’t get a say.’ Glitter replied and leant back.

Kitty grinned and drove into the sunrise at a speed that was definitely not legal. ‘Just how mistress likes it.’

– J.B. Sutherland

Curiosity

Jenny was ill at ease in her own mind. For quite some time now she had been repulsed by the mere thought of her girlfriends fiancé, but through the coercion of her playmate she had allowed herself to be kissed by the man. It was only fair since he was allowing her continual access to his gorgeous fiancé who just happened to be her ex girlfriend. However, the alcohol combined with his gentle approach had broken the icy wall which kept her passionate fires at bay and she had taken control, pulling his head back and biting his lip in a brief blaze of dominance.

Now she wanted more. She wanted to feel that control, that strength and power over another human’s actions and reactions which she felt so rarely and never sought.

She wanted George.

The fact went against everything she had stood for these last few months but she could no more deny herself that than deny herself sustenance. It was a quirk of her personality that while she remained so uninterested and unadventurous in other areas of her life, she burst with curiosity about the men and women she met.

Not what they did, or where they came from.

How they felt, tasted, moved, sounded. How they pleased and received pleasure. Whether they made love or fucked. If they turned red or pink, screamed or became silent, took charge or sat back.

She had her barriers of course. Personality, looks, age. But one by one those barriers were being placed wider and wider apart. And now George had slipped through to the other side.

She had to know.

So she followed her playmate up the wooden stairs to the low-lit bedrooms, George and Evelyn in tow.

She wasn’t nervous. She knew this place well. She liked this place. It had all the essentials and the atmosphere was friendly and relaxed. More importantly, it was a nice ambient temperature.

They chose a room in the corner of a long line, some empty, some with closed doors and quiet occupants. Once the four were inside they closed and locked the door, despite Georges protests. He and Evelyn were used to crowds and onlookers. Jenny didn’t want anyone inviting themselves into their fun though, and Clark knew that.

The four stripped and Evelyn went straight for George’s cock, sucking on it in the manner than had been described as ‘mind-blowing’. Jenny still didn’t understand how anyone could enjoy it so much but she had to admit it was a nice-looking member in the near-darkness. Nowhere near as nice the round curve of Evelyn’s arse as she leant over her fiancé though.

Jenny admired them for a moment before Clark applied his primary move. She let her head fall back as he slid a finger inside her and worked his magic. The world went fuzzy at the edges and dissolved into pleasure and the occasional sound as she closed her eyes. Soon she was lying full-length across the bed, spasming and letting out cries that reverberated off the walls.

What little was left of her conscious brain occasionally alerted her to a particularly delicious cry from Evelyn or the smack of skin against skin. At some point Clark told George, “Go ahead. You can do anything now, she’s gone.” And an unfamiliar cock was presented to her panting mouth. She engulfed it, enjoying the smooth flesh sliding against her wet tongue.

Clark flipped her over so she was in doggy and entered her easily, wet as she was from his administrations. She took the new cock into her mouth once more, careful not to let any teeth scrape it’s tender surface, and sucked powerfully as each of Clark’s strokes pushed her closer to the edge, racing that much quicker from the accompanying twinge of pain from her cervix wall.

The small part of conscious brain made a note about the length and thickness of the cock for use later and filed it under the logical conclusion of ‘George’. As it did so Jenny became aware that Evelyn was beside him. She caressed the woman’s silky thigh and gripped it tightly to illicit a small moan. The woman was dripping. Jenny let her hand travel up her thigh to brush her entrance and slide two fingers inside. The feeling was incredible. She loved the way the slick walls pulsed and squeezed her digits. She shuddered and came from the combined stimuli, George’s cock falling from her mouth as she partially collapsed.

Clark turned her over and dragged her to lie straight across the bed. George lay Evelyn the opposite way on her left side. Like competitors for a single belt, both lay into their woman, trying to generate the most pleasure and showcase their skill. Jenny was well accustomed to Clark’s techniques but nonetheless she was soon screaming and arching as orgasm after orgasm racked her body. Evelyn wasn’t having as much luck, moaning in disappointment as the pain she needed was denied to her. One out of three of her fiancé’s smacks missed and was only so much show and noise. Like the smug bastard he was, Clark leant over and began twisting various tender areas of flesh on Evelyn’s small frame, bringing the woman towards her desperate release.

Taking his cue, George reached for Jenny and stroked her chest and neck. When it failed to create the desired response he tweaked her nipples.

Resigned to his loss, George returned to his fiancé. Clark claimed his victory silently and pulled Jenny to her feet. Evelyn stood and lay down the opposite way and Clark positioned Jenny on top of her so she could face him. Clark offered her his cock and she obliged, sucking the dark member back to it’s full glory as Evelyn did the same from below to George. The pair swapped ends and Clark laid into her doggy-style, pressing her down onto Evelyn’s mouth. She trembled as the woman licked her clit while Evelyn’s fiancé fucked her in missionary. She grew wetter by the second as she watched George’s thick cock slid in and out of the porcelain package and took any opportunity to nip at the exposed clit.

Suddenly Clark was gone and Evelyn was probing her entrance with her tongue. Jenny face-planted beside the woman’s hips, shaking from the skilled strokes.

George had disappeared and Clark was in his place when she managed to raise herself up again. His stocky dark figure was a stark contrast to Evelyn’s pale frame.

The tongue at her entrance withdrew and was replaced by something much bigger. Jenny moaned as George pressed all the way inside her and began thrusting lightly. Too lightly. She tried to press back against him, to get that hard cock deeper inside her and drive it into her cervix but he kept angling it into her front wall, missing everything that drove her wild. She cursed her unusual anatomy and Clark for not informing him of her internal quirk but was unable to form anything except vowels as he managed to stretch her entrance enough to generate some mild pleasure. She scooted back until she was standing, forcing him to remove himself. Her plan was to readjust herself on the bed so she could angle it to her liking but the couple took that as an opportunity for a break.

Disappointed, Jenny watched the couple dress and leave to explore the rest of the floor. Clark locked the door behind them and lay down on the bed properly, inviting her to join him.

She straddled him and was rewarded with a spark of pleasure as he hit her sweet spot effortlessly. She grinded against him, the wild animalistic response breaking through and curling her hands into claws to scratch the bed. She bared her teeth and growled from the bottom of her throat as she rode him, the feline part of her personality taking control for a while.

She was jolted back into normality when Clark stopped thrusting back and offered his wrists. She stared at him in shock. He never gave up control. Even when he claimed he was he still was manipulating her in some way so she would move the way he wanted, even if she couldn’t define it at the time.

She laid a palm over his wrist, pinning it to the bed and waited for the reaction. It didn’t come. She pinned the other, far lighter than many had pinned herself. Still nothing. Cautiously, she bucked, expecting him to buck back.

He closed his eyes.

He really was giving her control.

Jenny leant all her weight on his wrists and rode the man like her life depended on it. She watched in delight and chortled in glee as she pushed the man towards the edge, seeing it write itself across his face. Just as he was about to come, the door opened.

“Well that was boring.” George announced.

Jenny stopped dead, the mood shattered. Clark retrieved his wrists and she glared at the wall, angry at the man for denying her the golden opportunity to fully control the control freak.

“Let’s go for a smoke.” Clark declared, discarded the empty condom and dressing himself.

Jenny remained crouched on the bed, pouting. Resigned, she climbed off, vaguely aware that her insides were still throbbing. Out of nowhere George smacked her arse, hard. Her legs gave out as she came, leaving her gripping the edge of the bed for dear life. George laughed.

“Fuck.” Jenny breathed.

“You guys go for a smoke. Me and Evelyn are gunna check out downstairs.” The couple disappeared once more.

“Fuck George.” Clark muttered. “I was this close.”

“I know. Fuck George.”

“You already did.”

“…fuck.”

Boundaries

Jenny drifted through a haze of sleep with the vague impression that something was wrong. She blinked a few times and managed to focus enough to take in her surroundings. Same old bedroom. Same old bed. Same old darkness.

She closed her eyes and tried to roll over, but a pressure on her wrists prevented her from moving.

She opened her eyes again. There was a silhouette hovering above her. A male one.

She opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a strangled gasp as a large hand gripped her throat. She breathed shallow breaths, trembling as he stripped her from the waist down.

The hand squeezed, threatening, before it released. She sucked in air gratefully.

As her eyes adjusted to the low light she saw that he was holding a rope. The same one that was wrapped around her wrists.

He yanked and she was dragged into a crunch. She shivered as the cold night air crept inside her pajama top and her nipples contracted. The man looped one end of the rope around her right leg, trapping it and forcing her into a sitting position.

His teeth glinted bright white in the darkness as he shoved her onto her back and thrust something inside her.

Her world exploded in pain and pleasure. The object slid in easily, driving deep and crunching into her cervix, far harder than she’d ever dare. It was thrust inside her again and again, twisting to burrow up through the wall where her sweet spot hid. The intensity was almost unbearable but each strike to her insides was tempered by the building of a familiar pressure.

She bit her lip, trying not to scream as her body shook, arching and rolling against the assault. Each time she was dragged back by a firm hand and the thin rope that bound her.

She shuddered as the silky edge of the free end was dragged across her skin and jerked when the small knot on the end whipped around to smack into her torso. It struck again and again, and despite herself she arched into the sharp spikes of pain.

The pressure was still building, the thrusting becoming more painful as the angle became more extreme until he was pressing the butt of the object against her arse and thrusting straight up, stretching her walls beyond their reach.

She cried out, her whole body shuddering in desperation as she danced across the swells of pain and grasped futilely at the foam of pleasure that topped their peaks.

She needed to come. She had to.

The man gripped her neck and she stopped breathing, unable to control anything of her own will anymore. Hot tears leaked out and slid down the sides of her face as her throat constricted.

The hand released as a fat thumb pushed down on her clit and the pressure was released. Her juices cascaded down her thighs as she sucked in lungful after lungful of sweet air, the pleasure sweeping through her body and drowning out any of the previous agony.

She went limp. The ropes were released and the silhouette leant in close to her face.
“You’re okay, right?” he asked. “Not dead?”

“She let out a low soft moan of appreciation.

“Cool.”

She twitched as the rope was untangled from her body. Each hiss of the silky smooth cord made her interest rise again until she was lifting her hips in offering to the man.

He smacked her clit lightly. She dipped her hips at the unexpected pain, then lifted them again.

“Don’t make me fuck with you.” He warned. He smacked her again, harder. She rolled away and he took the opportunity to land an even harder strike to her buttcheek.

“No more, please.” She surrendered.

He grinned and tweaked her nipple. She gasped and curled in on herself as it set off a domino effect. The ache in crotch began to build and soon she was arching and rolling her hips as the pressure returned to her body. She squeezed her legs together in an effort to control herself but ended up smacking her head against the bed in her desperation.

“What do you say?” the man asked teasingly.

“Where the fuck do you find these tricks?” she managed to asked back after several stuttered attempts.

“I read. Want it to stop?”

She shook her head, determined not to let him get the better of her.

“Alright, but you’re not going to be able to cum until I hit the trigger.”

She tried to move her own hands to her body to try finish herself off but the spasms were out of control and her arms kept finding their way back to above her head. She twisted her fingers into the sheet and bit her lip. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Make it stop.” She begged, unable to control her own body anymore than she could control the sun.

“Say the magic word.”

Her teeth clacked against her tongue as she struggled to find the right one.

“P-p-please.”

“Please what?” he urged.

“P-please M-m-m-master.” She hissed.

He pushed apart her quivering clenched legs and slid two fingers inside her. The tension ebbed and she thought she was free when he pressed into her sweet spot.

She thrashed and moaned, hysterical as he flicked the spot again and again. As she hovered at the crest of the wave he changed angles and pressed into two spots at once.

She fell, down, down, down past the normal floor of pleasure and right through, sinking into a state of absolute bliss.

Her body collapsed like a doll whose strings had been cut.

She breathed a sigh of relief and pleasure as he pulled her limp body straight and re-covered it with the blanket.

He leant over and kissed her goodnight. “Happy birthday.”

“Fuck you…” she managed to breath.

“Tomorrow.” He grinned. “For now, sleep.”

Her body having been wrenched from one extreme to the other by the full reality of her innermost fantasies, Jenny slept.

– J.B. Sutherland

Russian Roulette

Sophie sat at the table with the three freedom fighters. She smiled blithely at Kieran, a small blonde with large blue eyes and the inability to keep his mouth shut. He’d lost his train of thought several minutes ago but he was still talking, oblivious to its derailment.

Living in such close quarters with the boys made modesty impossible, so she had given up and was eating breakfast in a small silk nightdress. None of them had so much as glanced at her.

Sophie finished her cereal and the four dispersed. It was Jacob’s turn to clean dishes. Keiran hovered near him and continued his stream of one-sided conversation. Mike headed straight for the living room across the hall.

Now was probably the safest time to shower, while they were occupied with morning duties and procrastination. She’d learnt to work around their odd schedules after recurring incidents involving bathroom and bedrooms entered without warning. The boys treated her like one of them, which meant she was privy to the same invasion of privacy as anyone else.

Sophie slipped into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. The boys had something against closed doors. It was their army training, it triggered off some internal alarm in their trained instincts.

Warm water cascaded from the shower nozzle across her waiting hand. She climbed into the bathtub and stood under the jet, steam rising gently from her chilled form. She eyed the rings that once held a curtain and made a mental note to put up some bedsheets or something. After a few moments she closed her eyes and relaxed.

Reaching for the shampoo she lathered her hair into a bubble crown, the water thundering in her ears.

The door swung open and Mike marched towards the basin.

Her eyes snapped open and her hands flew to cover her most vital parts. She hunched in the corner of the tub. Mike ignored her, brushing his teeth. She stared at him indignantly. He rinsed and walked out again, leaving the door ajar.

She let out a little shriek of exasperation and stepped out, shampoo sliding across her shoulders. She grabbed a towel and held it in front of her as she went to push the door shut.

A soldier appeared in front of her, gun raised at head-height.

“We’ve got another one.” He yelled down the hallway, keeping his eye on her.

She stood frozen, water cooling on her bare skin, the towel dangling uselessly.

The soldier gripped her by the arm and walked her down to the front of the house.

Keiran, Jacob and Mike were being pinned to the floor by pairs of burly soldiers who seemed to be taking mild delight in kneeling on sensitive areas. Mike was staring sullenly at the wall, his arm twisted into an impossible position. Jacob was wriggling in an attempt to find a weak point anywhere in the grips.

As they approached Sophie became aware of muffled yelling. A soldier pulled Keiran’s head up from where he’d been pressing it into the carpet.

“Run run run run!” Keiran yelled, displaying his astounding lung capacity. His eyes fell upon Sophie. “For god’s sake run!” he shouted as the soldier slammed his head into the ground once more.

The gun pressed into the base of her neck. She froze once more as terror swept over her.

An officer detached himself from the ranks of men lining the opposite wall, guns pointed at the freedom fighters should they succeed in breaking their restraints.

The officer walked over slowly, taking in the scene. He stopped in front of Sophie and eyed the towel she was still clutching protectively to her torso.

He spun on heel and addressed the soldiers. “Gentlemen! Let us see what’s behind curtain number one!” He ripped the towel from her shaking hands and threw it at the restrained boys. “Leverage.” He crowed softly.

The men roared with laughter as Sophie tried to cover herself. Jacob groaned and looked away. The officer turned to face her.

Against her better judgement Sophie tried to back away from the horrible grin spreading across his features. Her back pressed against the soldier as cold gunmetal dug into her skull.

The officer took a step forward and leant down until they were face-to-face. “Easily broken leverage.” His hot breath hit her face, making her painfully aware of the cold that crept across her flesh.

He grabbed her by the hair and threw her into the wall.

Sophie slid to the ground, nose and chest aching from the impact. Fingers clawed her skull and her arms were yanked behind her back. She was dragged into a standing position, bent almost backward to meet the man’s sadistic grin.

He twisted her hair, turning her towards the boys to prevent her hair ripping out.

“Who feels like talking?”  he asked them cheerfully.

Keiran was already unconscious. Mike continued to stare resolutely at the opposite wall. Jacob was turning red as he continued to look away.

“So that’s how it is?”

Sophie felt the tears begin to form. They weren’t going to stop him.

Cold metal brushed her thigh. She gasped.

“Perhaps a game of Russian roulette will loosen your tongues.”

He dragged her into the kitchen and pushed her across the table. The wood was like ice against her stomach. She tried to push herself up but two pairs of hands held her down.

The sharp metallic clink of bullets hitting the floor echoed across the tiles. The click and spin of a gun re-chambered. She was shaking, muttering nonsensical prayers under her breath to whoever would listen.

“One bullet.” The officer declared to the remaining conscious boys through the doorway. “Six chambers.” He slid a hand down her right to grip her hip. “Three holes.”

She clenched as the realization hit her.

The hellish fires of the male body pressed against her back. “Six to one is fair odds, wouldn’t you say?” the man said in a low voice.

Sophie bit her lip and tried not to scream as the cold metal of the gun forced apart her clenched walls.

She waited for the trigger to be pulled, for the agonizing pain of her insides being ripped apart by searing metal.

The gun was pulled out.

“Flip her over.” Commanded the officer. “I want them to see the terror on her face.”

The two soldiers dragged her onto her back. She seized the moment to kick wildly but only succeeded in brushing fabric. The men dragged her further up the table and two more soldiers held her legs.

The officer watched her and slowly licked the gun, tongue trailing over the barrel.

Sophie thrashed desperately. The officer leant forward and smacked her across the face with the handle. She gasped at the pain, stunned.

The gun slid across her lips teasingly and with sudden force was shoved down her throat.

“Suck it.” The officer demanded.

Her eyes watered. The gun clinked against her teeth.

The officer leaned forward menacingly. “Suck it.” He said again, leaving no doubt that refusal would result in all six pulls of the trigger in an instant.

Gasping for air she closed her eyes and slid a tongue across the barrel. It tasted sharp with a hint of tanginess.

“Suck it good or the odds become two to one.”

The men were watching he rintently. She could feel their gaze even with her eyes closed. The barrel began to warm, absorbing the heat of her mouth as she sucked it.

The trigger was pulled.

A hiss of air hit her tongue and she screamed. The sound was obstructed by the gun.

“Three to one.” The officer stated and slid the gun from her wet lips. She stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed with terror, panting.

“Round two.” He let the gun trail down the length of her body. “But where to put it…”

The metal grazed her clit and against all reason her body responded. The officer grinned and flicked it again. She jerked slightly. He leant forward, pressing the barrel against the sensitive nub.

“You like that, don’t you?”

She shook her head wildly but gasped and twitched as he flicked the muzzle across.

“You filthy liar.” He lunged to grab a fistful of hair and yanked her head towards him. She cried out in pain. “Filthy liars get punished.” He snarled and thrust the gun inside her. She screamed as the weapon drove her clenched walls apart.

He slammed the gun into her, watching her face intently.

The sting and nip as edges caught gave way as blood flowed to the area. The knuckle clenching the weapon smacked her clit with each thrust. She began to quiver. Her body was responding whether she wanted to or not. She felt her cheeks grow hot and her breath come in short pants as the pressure began to build.
She wrenched away from his grip and arched her back, crying out at her shame cascaded down her legs.

Someone broke ranks and experimentally pinched her nipple. She moaned and arched into the unexpected hand.

There was the sound of a zip being lowered near her head. An eager lad pressed his member against her face.

The animalistic desires took over. She turned and engulfed the offered member and sucked, exhilarated at the feel of silky skin against her tongue. There was a startled gasp from it’s owner and it began thrusting into her mouth.

A tongue darted across her breast and swirled around her nipple. She pressed into the hot wet mouth and was rewarded with a soft bite. She keened and felt the electric shock shoot straight to her groin. Her hips began to buck of their own accord, desperate for every inch of the elongated object inside her.

The pleasurable motion halted. A painfully strong hand gripped her hip, forcing her down. She desperately tried to buck, to resume that ecstatic pace. The member slid from her mouth as she turned to look at the offending weight.

The officer held her gaze and slowly pulled the trigger.

A dull click sounded.

There was a small sigh of relief from the surrounding soldiers.

Sophie was beyond fear though. Her loins ached and the delicious crest of ecstacy was slipping from her grasp. She keened her urgency, head raised, mouth slick with her efforts.

“See how she begs for her end?” the officer commented to the boys outside the kitchen. “So easily broken.” He grinned.

He brushed the gun across her entrance and she tried to buck. It slid along the wealth of juices and slipped between her cheeks.

“So desperate.”

She needed something inside her. Anything. The ache was unbearable.

“She’d take anything.”

It pressed against the sensitive ring of muscle between her cheeks. She pressed back, the entrance already slick from the overflow of her excitement.
The heated metal pressed against her, eliciting sparks of excitement. There was a word. A word that would end the ache and her slow descent into insanity. She knew it. Through the haze of desire she found the word she needed.

“Please.” She whispered.

The officer grinned.

“Please, please.” She managed to call out, rocking against the cure to her ailments.

“And so she begs.” He said to the boys. “You can end her suffering. Just agree to divulge your information.”

“Please please please.” Sophie cried as loudly as she could summon the breath for.

“No?” The officer shrugged. “Too bad.”

He thrust the gun inside her arse.

Her world exploded in pain. It was too big, too angled, too sharp. She screamed, tears streaming from her eyes as her insides tore.

“You can end her suffering!” he called to the boys above the sound of her sobs. He began to pull the weapon out but she was clenching in agony and only succeeded in pressing it into the walls.

She gasped, an explosion of unimaginable pleasure shooting through every nerve in her body. The pain was still there but that pleasure drove it to the edges of her mind. He tugged again and a moan escaped her lips.

“Agony!” he called out, sounding somewhat unsure. “You can stop it!”

“She’s too far gone.” One of the soldiers commented. “Look at her eyes.”

Sophie looked at the nearest soldier with half-lidded eyes. They weren’t even holding her now, her limbs were limp. She had less power to move than she had to string together a coherent thought.

“They’re not yielding sir.” Someone stated.

There was the clatter of feet on tiles. “Sir, there’s reinforcements sir! They want the freedom fighters!”

He looked down at Sophie’s limp form.

“Then she’s useless.” The officer decided. “Useless leverage.”

He pulled the trigger.

– J.B. Sutherland

The Difference Between a Fighter and a Winner

“Breasticles.” Jason declared.

“What?” Emily asked, kicking a stone.

“Breasticles. You’re smuggling them under your shirt.”

“Oh gross.” She covered her chest with her hands. “Grow up Jay!”

“Not my fault you’re smuggling illegal substances onto the playground.”

“They’re attached! You’re such a pervert.” She kicked him lightly and ran to the tree a bare metre away.

He laughed and chased after her. He’d known Emily for most of his life. They’d shared juice cups and swam bare bummed in their blow up pool while their family watched. He’d seen her take her first spill off a bicycle. But lately things were different. He’d been forgetting those things and focusing on more interesting parts of her which he’d always sworn he’d never care about.

Like her chest.

It was mesmerizing. The way it pulled her shirt out of shape. The way the slight curves bounced when she ran. And most fascinating were the small nubs that appeared whenever the temperature dropped.

Or rose. That was something he had yet to quite figure out. It had happened last week when he’d leant over her to get a textbook. The heater was on and everything yet suddenly there they were, and his concentration was gone.

Maybe they were like a little temperature alarm that let the body know when it was getting to hot or cold. Or a pressure valve or something.

He caught up with Emily and tackled her gently, knocking her to the ground. They play-fought for a while until both grew tired. Jason collapsed and pretended to be dead, enjoying the strangely comforting smell of her flowery bodywash.

“Jay, c’mon, you’re heavy! Get up already. I can’t breathe!” she complained half-heartedly and struggled, kicking her legs uselessly.

“Can’t hear you. Dead.”

“What’s that? Oh no, there’s a zombie virus going round?”

Jason rose, stiffening his arms. “Brains.” He declared, and tried to chew on her fair hair.

“Ew, stop it, you’re drooling on me!” she squealed. He gummed her head lightly.

“Mmmm, light snack.”

“Hey, I’m smarter than you!”

“Zombies have no brains, of course you are!”

She kicked him and he caught her foot. “Jerk!”

He pulled her towards him, grinning. Her skirt slid up, giving a tantalizing peek at the plain white underwear beneath. He’d dreamed about those panties nightly for months now.

She flipped onto her front and tried to snake away, still laughing. Her skirt rose higher and his pants grew tight as her magnificent butt was put on full display.

She glanced over her shoulder and tried to pull her skirt down, embarrassed. He waved her hand away and crawled on top of her, pinning her.

“You are fucking gorgeous, you know that?” he breathed in her ear. He could feel the heat from her blush burning through his cheek.

“Bullshit.” she laughed. “Now let me up. You win, okay? I give up.”

He slid his hands to her wrists where she was trying to leverage herself and pressed them against the ground.

“Oh ha ha, very funny Jay. You know I can’t fight.”

He nibbled her ear, biting the tender flesh. She arched against him in shock. “Jay!”

He bit her neck and sucked.

“Stop it Jay! Not cool!”

He transferred her captured wrists to one hand and pulled open her shirt.

“Jay! People can see us!”

Her gripped her ripe breast with a firm hand. Instead of the moan he had been trained to expect from hour of porn, she shrieked, “Get off me you creep!”

She was squirming under him but it wasn’t with the pleasure he had expected. She was trying to get away from him.

Jason felt searing heat of anger burst through his veins, swift and unexpected.

He grabbed her hair and yanked it back before smacking it into the ground. “Shut up, you love it.” He hissed and yanked off her panties, dragging them to her ankles. “With those short skirts and those crop tops. You’re dying for it.

He gripped her thigh and pushed it aside, his weight on the other. She was shaking. Crying.

Jason felt a rush of pleasure at that.

He yanked down his own zipper and his cock sprang forth, stiff and rearing to go. He pressed it to her entrance and she shrieked again.

“Shut. Up.” He ordered and smacked her head into the ground again, this time keeping his hand there so she couldn’t make as much noise.

Gripping her hair he rose and thrust into her.

It was bliss. Hot wet insides pressing on his cock, squeezing it desperately.

Emily cringed.

He ignored her and thrust again, his head spinning. This was incredible. He thrust again and again. The heat in his groin was building to almost painful pressure. Emily was wriggling and crying beneath him but it just made him harder.

He came inside her, filling her with his come and reveling in it’s sticky slickness.

Spent, he withdrew. His former childhood friend was shaking, barely breathing, facedown on the ground. The evidence of his betrayal leaked out of her and soaked the ground.

He grabbed her by the back of the neck and hoisted her to sitting. “If you ever tell anyone I will fucking kill you.” He hissed and strode away.

He may have just destroyed eleven years of play dates and childhood trust, but right now, it was so worth it. He’d gotten rid of his virginity and he’d tapped the hottest ass in school.

Unnoticed, Emily had pulled up her underwear and was hoisting the biggest broken branch she could find. Holding it like a baseball bat, she took aim and swung.

Jay got out of the hospital with a few stitches and mild concussion while Emily got out with his DNA and a semen sample on file.

The two were forced to meet and walk out together when their parents came to pick them up. They glared at each other. Just before he left, Jay threw out one last-ditch effort to make himself look like less of a criminal.

“I thought you wanted it. Why didn’t you fight back?”

“I told you, I don’t know how to fight.” She said coolly and reached for the door. It swung back and slammed into his face as it slipped through her fingers. “But I do know how to win. See you in court, Jay.”

– J.B. Sutherland