Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

“Release, my lover.” She urged him with lust drenched intent. “Release your virile seed deep within me… I want it all.”

  “Oh, Mh-Milaca.” The heavily built man whimpered like a beaten child as his body caved in, his orgasm exploding deep inside a woman of noble birth.

  “Aahh… ohhh.” Taleela’s moans chorused with his. “Yes, oh, it feels so good… your hot seed splashing deep in me.”

  “Yes, yes… I... I… uuhh…” The huge warrior collapsed over her and passed out.

  Taleela sighed in satisfaction as she lay under his bulk, her breath squashed out of her, but her body alive and burning with desire. She lay there for a while with his receding member still embedded in her, milking the last few drops of his immense release.

  “Yes, my handsome gladiator.” She whispered, caressing his long blonde hair. “We will have many more of such meetings… until I am satisfied with everything I want.”

  *-*-*

  “I have everything I want.” Altus Denarius stated happily, holding aloft his goblet of wine. “And the gods have finally blessed me with the one thing that so far eluded the House of Denarius.”

  “Yes, at long last we have been blessed with an heir.” Taleela joined her husband as he addressed the assembled guests. “Our efforts over the years now finally bear fruit.”

  “It is fortunate news indeed.” Lucius Flavio, Prefect of Rome, applauded heartily. “A banquet of Caesarean proportion is in order.”

  “And such a feast has been arranged, Prefect.” Taleela took the large man’s arm. “But after the games we shall witness in the arena.”

  “Oh, I hope to be entertained.” The stately man beamed.

  “Indeed you shall, my friend.” Denarius stepped up beside his wife. “My champion gladiator, Ganon of legend, will again take center stage.”

  “And we also have exotic animals fighting some insolent slaves and rebels.” Taleela added with a smile. “Some from such barbaric lands as Gaul.”

  “Ah, this will be a day to long remember then.” Flavio looked around the immense arena with an impressed expression.

  “Indeed it will.” Denarius agreed, taking his wife aside. “You’ve done me proud this day, woman… the House of Denarius remains barren no longer. I will not ask who the father is, but I pray the child brings much glory to the family name.”

  “Oh, he will, my Dominus.” Taleela smiled, caressing her taut belly. “Be it with sword or stylus, he will.”

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 20

  Chapter 1

  I’ll never forget the feeling when the entire senior class threw their graduation caps in the air after the ceremony. It was bittersweet knowing high school had ended and this would be our last summer altogether. We ran out of the auditorium ready for a party at the beach, but Josh had something a little more intimate in mind. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in the opposite direction everyone else was running. We walked toward the football field,and he led me up the stairs to the top of the bleachers, where we could see the entire school grounds. The people were so small from where we were, some taking pictures with family and friends, some running to their vehicles to catch up with the party-goers, some just standing around and talking.

  “This is where we first met,” he said, with a softness in his eyes.

  “I remember. I was a freshman then. It seems so long ago.”

  “We have been through a lot together.”

  He took my hands and sat me down next to him, his lips grazing mine.

  I loved kissing Josh. His lips were always soft,and his touch was comforting. I always saw myself with him, college, marriage, children, grandchildren, rocking chairs. It was the fairytale life I had always wanted. He was good to me, understanding about wanting to wait to have sex after we were married, supporting my decision to turn down Yale and go to community college with him.

  “We can always move closer to Yale so you can continue your education after I graduate.” That was his justification that it was acceptable.

  I closed my eyes when his kiss deepened,and his tongue slid into my mouth. I loved the feel of his tongue twirling around mine, hinting at an arousal deep inside. His hands opened my graduation robe and caressed my knees as he scooted closer. I nervously looked around to be sure we were completely alone when he slid his hands up my thighs. His breathing got harder, and his hands crept closer to my underwear. I had let him get to second base a few times before, but we were always alone where we could never get caught. This was risky and honestly, quite exhilarating.

  I opened my legs and felt my arousal intensify when his fingertips brushed against the outside of my underwear. He hooked his finger around the soft material and moved it to the side. When I opened my eyes, I saw him staring with hunger in his eyes. I opened my legs a little further and smiled when he looked at me down there. He caressed me, his fingers moving in between my folds. My breath caught,and I leaned back on the bench to give him better access. His fingers slid inside me,and his thumb stayed on my clit as he moved it back and forth.

  It only took a few minutes before I felt myself start to lose control. I sat up and tried to push him away,buthe resisted.

  “Josh, I can’t. You know that.”

  “I know, just…. Sophie, you know I love you. Let me at least give you an orgasm.”

  “I can’t. You remember what happened at the pool house.”

  He sat back and nodded, pulling my robe over my legs. “I know. You lost control and begged me to fuck you. I remember.”

  “And you knew how important keeping my virginity was to me, so you refused. I don’t want to risk that again.”

  I ran my hand around his chin and pulled him to me, kissing him intimately.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “You know you can,” I said, adjusting myself.

  He fumbled under his robe and pulled a small black velvet box from his pants pocket. Kneeling on the lower bench in front of me, he looked up and smiled.

  “I don’t want you to have to wait anymore.”

  I covered my mouth when he opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

  Of course, I said yes. We were destined to be together. We have been talking about our future together for the last three years. When we told our parents at our special graduation dinner, there were tears of joy and tight hugs from everyone.

  “We were thinking of having an August wedding before we go off to college,” said Josh. “I know it sounds sudden, but we don’t want anything elaborate. Just a small country wedding here in the back yard.”

  After the shock of having to put it all together in only two and a half months, the mothers were huddled together, looking at flowers online, calling caterers they knew, babbling about the planning and panicking when a new idea of what they needed to do surfaced.

  I looked across the table at Josh and smiled, feeling wholesome and complete. This was really going to happen.

  Josh’s father leaned toward him,and I overheard them talking about who we wanted to invite and how big we were planning to have the wedding. They went through some names,and everything was agreed upon until Josh’s brother was mentioned.

  “I think you should reconsider inviting him,” his father said, disconcertingly.

  “Dad, he’s my brother. Why wouldn’t I want him at my wedding?”

  “Look at what he’s done to this family. All of his problems and issues bringing us down. It’s better that he juststay away.”

  “He didn’t do anything to the entire family. He had his issues with you and mom, but we were close. It’s been almost two years since he’s been home.”

  “Yes, a very nice and quiet two years.”

  “I didn’t know you had a brother,” I interrupted.

  “Yeah, I’m not allowed to mention him,” Josh said, getting angry.

  He threw a daggered stare at his father as he pushed away from the table.

  “If you’ll
excuse me, I think I’ve lost my appetite. And yes, father, I will be inviting Daemon.”

  He threw his napkin down on the table and stormed out, leaving me there to soak up the awkwardness between the rest of us.

  Chapter 2

  I walked to Josh’s bedroom door and knocked lightly before opening the door. He was lying on his bed, throwing darts at his dartboard on the opposite side of the room.

  “Hey,” I said with a sympathetic tone.

  He offered nothing,so I sat next to him and ran my fingers through his hair.

  “Why didn’t you ever mention your brother?”

  “I have.”

  I thought back to conversations we’ve had and didn’t recall it.

  “When?”

  “Remember when I talk about my best friend?”

  “The skinny kid? The one that moved away?”

  He nodded. “I was talking about Daemon. He was my best friend before he was my brother. We did everything together until my father drove him away.”

  “What happened? Why did he drive him away?”

  “He wasn’t exactly a model son. He had issues. I understood them, stuck up for him when he needed someone on his side. My father couldn’t seem to get past it.”

  “So he kicked him out?”

  “It was implied that he wanted him to. Daemon never batted an eye. He was gone the next morning.”

  “Have you seen him at all since?”

  “Only over web time. He’ll call me a couple of times a month. I never told my parents.”

  “I’m so sorry. I never knew. I definitely think you should invite him. This is our wedding, not your parents’.”

  He shrugged. “I plan to,” he said, rolling toward me. “Wanna make out?”

  “I think we should talk more about the wedding,” I giggled, batting his wandering hand away. “We don’t have a long time to plan this.”

  “After we make out,” he said, sliding his hand up my shirt.

  He didn’t give me a chance to protest as he lunged up toward me pressing his lips into mine. He grabbed my breast through my bra and gave me a sheepish grin. I giggled, sliding down,so my body was even with his. We kissed like we always have before and it was nice. He slid his hand underneath my shirt, teasing my nipples with his fingers as he pushed them up underneath my bra. He kept his eye on the door as his hand went south, cupping my pussy and caressing me there through the material of my skirt. I felt the familiar arousal begin deep inside and coaxed it along with thoughts of fucking him as he felt me up.

  He was good at maneuvering through my clothing, getting to my bare skin quickly. We never knew how long we had when we were in his room together. His parents usually checked in on us often, stopping us before we got too far. This time, however, his parents must have thought he was too pissed to feel the need for anything sexual.

  He slid my skirt up to my waist and pushed his hand between my legs as his tongue danced around mine. I opened my legs and felt his fingers slide underneath my underwear. He slipped his fingers in and out of my folds, caressing where he knew I liked it. He pulled my underwear to the side and circled my clit. His touch fed my arousal as he pushed himself up on top of me, his weight crushing me against his mattress. He was hard, his erection pressing against my exposed pussy. He kissed me tenderly before leaning up to look into my eyes.

  “You’re breathing hard,” he said. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” I breathed, pushing my groin into his. I loved the idea that his penis was so close to going inside me.

  He moved back and forth, dry humping me until I thought I was going to lose it. He pulled himself up and fumbled his hands between us. When I heard his zipper, I panicked and fought my internal demons. My body screamed to feel him inside me,and my mind actually thought about the what-if.

  “Maybe just the head, a little bit,” I said breathlessly.

  “I don’t think I can do that, Sophie. I want you so bad.”

  He pushed his face into the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. I squeezed my eyes together and pushed him back until he rolled off me.

  Sitting up on the bed, I was breathing so hard I felt dizzy.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sophie. It’s just that you’re so beautiful and I have a hard time resisting you, especially now that you are my fiancee.”

  I smiled at the sound of my new title and kissed him. I cupped his face, cocking my head to the side. “Soon. I promise you; our honeymoon will be worth the wait.”

  “Well, let’s get this wedding planned, shall we?” He reached over and grabbed his phone and hit a few buttons. “First order of business, my brother.”

  I smiled and watched him put his phone on speaker, hitting the web time button. After a couple of failed attempts, his phone rang,and he answered it, hitting the speaker so I could hear too.

  “Daemon, my brother!”

  “Hey bro. What’s going on?”

  I listened to his voice trying to picture what he looked like. His voice sounded a little deeper than I had imagined it to be.

  “I’m getting married.”

  “Shut the fuck up!”

  “I want you here.”

  “You know I wouldn’t miss it. How's good old pops taking the news?”

  “He isn’t happy,but it’s not his wedding.”

  “I love you man. Of course, I’ll be there. Are there going to be any hot chicks there or should I bring my own?”

  “I’ll make sure I invite a couple for you.”

  “Good. I’d love to show them the Daemon special if ya know what I mean.”

  “You corn dog!”

  “So when is this momentous occasion?”

  “Third Saturday in August, just before we go off to college.”

  “It’ll be a send off like no other, for sure.”

  “Cool, man. I can’t wait to see you.”

  “See ya then, little bro.”

  Josh hung up his phone and tossed it on the bed.

  “What the heck is the Daemon special?” I asked.

  “You don’t want to know.”

  Chapter 3

  I closed my eyes, enjoying the heat of the sun as it bore down on me. A little color would look good on me in my white wedding gown, I thought. It would have been nice to sunbathe fully nude, but I was in Josh’s parent’s backyard by their pool,and I wasn’t about to attempt that.

  As I sat up to take a drink of my iced tea, I heard voices from just inside the back door. Josh’s father’s voice I recognized but the man he was raising that voice to I didn’t. I looked back, wondering what all of the commotion was but didn’t see anyone.

  “Josh isn’t here.” Mr. Renshaw’s tone was short and direct.

  “Where is he?”

  “He’s at the church if it’s any concern of yours.”

  “I know you didn’t expect to see me so soon, but I’m here, and I’m staying to help Josh with the wedding. If it’s any consolation to you, I’m here for him, not you.”

  “Well, I hope you don’t plan on staying here. I don’t need any trouble from you.”

  “You have nothing to worry about! I’m really good at being invisible.”

  The back door whipped open and I pushed myself back into my lawn chair, pretending I didn’t hear anything. A man walked past me, his arms moving as fast as his legs were. From what I could tell, he wasn’t anyone I knew. Watching his back as he walked around the pool, his black t-shirt, tattooed muscles,and denim jeans, I wondered if he was Josh’s brother. He flung the gate open as he left, not bothering to close it again. I glanced back at the door and then to the gate again.

  “No,” I said, confused on what just happened.

  I tried letting it pass, but the open gate was bothersome since it led out to the main road. I got up and walked around the pool to close it, adjusting my bikini as I walked. I peered outside the fence before pulling the gate closed,and I saw him. He was sitting on a big black motorcycle with his phone in his hand,and I hesi
tated. His black hair was naturally curly and a little longer than Josh’s. His arms were covered in tattoos, making me wonder how much a tattoo actually hurt. I’ve always wanted one but was too afraid to try. He was beautiful, in a bad boy sort of way and he aroused me just watching him.

  I think I stared a little too long because when he looked up at me, I stumbled and almost tripped over myself getting back inside the fence. I swung the gate closed and walked swiftly back to my chair, my heart beating against the inside of my chest.

  My eyes were glued to the gate as it opened. He walked back through it and stared at me the entire time it took for him to walk back around the pool to my side. I tried staying calm, but my labored breathing gave me away.

  “Hi,” I said quickly.

  He just stood over me, his head blocking the sun from my face.

  “I didn’t mean to, um… I was just closing the gate,” I stammered.

  “Josh told me there would be some good looking ladies here, but he never mentioned you,” he said, kneeling by my side.

  His voice was smooth, deep, gravelly and hit me in my core. I glanced at him,and his eyes were the deepest blue I had ever seen. They penetrated through me,and I caught myself staring at him again when he chuckled.

  He held his hand out toward me and without hesitating, I took it. He kissed my palm and stood up, blocking the sun again.

  “The women in LA don’t hold a candle to you.”

  “Um, what?” I felt a flutter in my stomach.

  “You are fucking beautiful.”

  I wanted to thank him for the compliment, but the way he said it, his words hit me like daggers,and he stepped to the side, causing the sun to glare into my eyes. I sat up quickly, closing my eyes momentarily. He sat behind me,and I felt his hands on my shoulders as he massaged them, his fingers digging deep. It felt incredible.