Just the Tip Short stories of love and lust

by Aria Grace et al

  Kit chuckles. “You don't think you could handle me, sugar?” She takes a step towards me. Then another.

  “ It's not that. I just don't like-” she curls her finger in my crotch, and I forget what I was going to say. She laughs and keeps gently rubbing me. I try not to make any noise. Try not to moan.

  I'm not going to moan. I'm not.

  She bends down and gives my ear a nibble. “You sure you don't want my help, sugar?”

  I shake my head, and she stops. Moves her hand away and takes a step back. She moves out of my vision, so the only thing I can see is that damned machine. Pounding away.

  It might be fun, if it works. A lover that never gets tired, that never slows down, just pounds away again and again and again. A constant rhythm.

  But Kit's right. It'll tear me apart.

  “ Wait,” I say. “Please.”

  She turns towards me. “What was that?” she asks. She crosses her arms. “Did you say something?” She turns towards him. “Did she say something?”

  He leans against a wall and shakes his head. “This is between the two of you.”

  Kit nods, then turns back to me. “That's right. Between us.”

  “ Please,” I say again. “Please don't.”

  “ Don't what?” She laughs. “Don't get you ready for the best fuck of your life?”

  “ I'm not gay,” I say.

  She shakes her head. “You keep saying that.” She leans forward and gives my neck a little bit of a nibble. I can't hold in the moan. “I don't think it's true.”

  She rests her hand on my inner thigh. Taps against it with her fingers. “I don't think this will take long at all,” she says. “And I think you're going to enjoy every second of it.”

  I shake my head.

  “ Yeah you will.” she laughs. “You know you will. You just don't want to admit it.”

  “ I'm not gay.”

  One of her finger nails scratches over my nipple. “I don't believe you,” she says.

  She turns the harness and lets me see the machine again. “But let's pretend I do. Let's pretend you're not a lesbian. Either way, you're still going to need some lubricant before that thing starts in on you. You wouldn't want to get fucked by that thing dry, would you?”

  I shake my head. “No.”

  Her voice is a whisper. “No Ma'am.”

  I swallow. “No Ma'am.”

  “ Okay then,” she says. “That means you need my help. Unless you can reach all the way down there yourself?”

  I give it a try, struggling a bit against the rope, but there's no way. I can't even move my fingers an inch closer, and they need a lot more than an inch.

  But it makes Kit laugh at me.

  “ So you need my help.”

  I nod.

  She steps in and reaches between my legs, touching gently, softly. Enough to feel good, but not enough to do much more than that.

  “ Please,” I say.

  She chuckles. “You'll have to do better than that,” she says. “You'll have to beg.”

  My eyes go from her to the machine.

  “ Beg me,” she says. “Beg me to make you cum. Beg a woman to give you an orgasm.”

  “ Please.”

  “ More. Say that you want to be fucked by a woman.” She slaps my ass. It stings, but feels good at the same time. “Say that you're a dyke. That you love being a dyke.”

  She leans in and whispers in my ear, nibbling gently on it. “Say it,” she says. “Ask me to make you cum. That's all you have to do. Just ask another woman to get you off.”

  She cups my chin in her hand. “Beg me,” she says, leaning in until her lips are almost touching mine.

  “ Beg me.”

  Lighthouse

  by Constella Espj

  The sea hurled itself at the sky while the heavens, impassive, poured a steady column of rain into the troubled waters. The inky heights above and the inky depths below were one in the expanse of night. Darkness extended in every direction, its absolute reign punctuated only by the momentary, unearthly shine of lightning, and a distant dot of wavering brightness.

  Hovering over a rain-battered bluff, with the ocean ripping at the rocks below, hung the cycling white eye of a lighthouse. The cyclopic beam from its lantern cut through the torrent. Water slammed against the glass surrounding the spinning light, and slid, defeated, down its sides. The other, tiny windows in the side of the building were dark, save for the bottom one, which was dimly illumined by a flickering candle.

  Behind the window, shadows joined and parted on the wall, oblivious to the furies wailing outside; the storm was just part of the roaring background. Inside of the darkened lighthouse a woman was encircling a man's neck with her arms, his hands clasped at her waist. Their faces were close, noses almost touching.

  The woman peered at her companion, her face soft and blank as if she were miles away over.

  "What?" He furrowed his brow and leaned his head back.

  "In this light, your eyes are luminous." She ducked her head and looked askance. "That was pretty cheesy. I've just never seen your eyes in this kind of light before, and they look really beautiful." She shook her head. "I'm so corny. You know what I mean though, right?" Her words were rushed as if she couldn't get them out fast enough. Even when she’d finished speaking, she kept her eyes on the dancing shadows thrown against the wall near the stairs.

  "Mhmm." The corners of Bosch's lips curled up and butterflies unwisely chose precisely that moment to take up residence in Maiya's stomach. So caught up was she in trying to take a deep breath, she didn't notice him studying her.

  "Yours, too." One hand released her waist to slip under her chin and lift her face. Bosch's perfect lips wore a lopsided grin.

  "What?" The question came out before she realized what he meant.

  In answer, he pulled Maiya's body hard against him and brought his lips to hers. She let out a short, sharp breath into Bosch's mouth and his tongue followed the source, slipping between her lips. She stroked it with her own tongue and gave a breathless giggle as she tasted him. Her fingers curled at the back of his neck, caressing, and slipping up into his hair.

  His fingers, stealthy, crept past her hips to her thighs. They were bare beneath her skirt and her skin was warm. The light touch tingled and she moaned, pulling back from the kiss and panting. Bosch wasted no time, dipping his head. His hair, cool and silken, brushed against her cheek an instant before his lips made contact with her neck.

  Maiya bucked her hips, sending the pair stumbling. She threw an arm out, reaching for the wall behind her lover. Her fingertips brushed the cool, stone surface and she guided Bosch backward. The wall was cool through his shirt and he gasped, pressing his mouth to Maiya's skin. His face was nestled beneath her chin and she could feel his nose brushing against her, chased by his lips. The smoothness of his nose and lips was broken by the stubble on his cheeks and chin. The light friction against her neck sent Maiya reeling, and she could feel desire uncurling inside her. When he paused, suckling where her neck joined her shoulder, the trembling woman rose to her tiptoes with a gasp. She slid against him with wanton intent; her thigh grazed something and the low moan that buzzed on her neck told her what it was. Emboldened, she drew a hand down the front of Bosch's body.

  She squeezed. He was hard. She squeezed again. This time, he drew back his head. She caught him licking his lips, and her eyes took on a predatory glint. During a moment's hesitation, she sank her teeth into her lips, but then his neck exposed itself and she surged forward. The back of Bosch's head pressed to the wall and she pinned him, then bent to lick his neck. An urgent growl arose in her throat and she sucked, then pulled back, and settled her lips nearby to suck again. Her mouth was warm and soft, and she grazed his skin with the tip of her tongue. She scraped her teeth against him, and he shivered, the throb against her thigh growing stronger. She dragged her lips along the curve of his neck until she found his earlobe. First her teeth, then her lips closed around it and she tugged
, eliciting a shaky, soft hiss.

  Spurred, Maiya peppered Bosch's jawline with kisses. He moaned and tilted his head to kiss her, but she had already gone, leaving the memory of her lips in her wake. She took his neck again, working her way from one side to the other, before kissing her way back up and under his chin. Maiya's fingertips slipped under the hem of his shirt and he felt their cool backs against his belly as she unbuttoned his jeans. With the zipper down, she insinuated her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and peeled them and the pants down.

  At the same time, Bosch was gathering her skirt in his hands, pushing it up over her hips and bunching it at her waist. He splayed his fingers, pressing then into the flesh of her thighs and ass. Her hot breath spilled across his neck, while her fingers tiptoed from his thigh to the pulsing rod jutting toward the sky. One tentative finger, then two, skimmed the soft skin, tracing its shape. Bosch hissed again, shutting his eyes and thrusting forward to feel more of her on his cock. Maiya giggled, brushing her mouth against a lightly-stubbled cheek on the way to his ear.

  "You're so hard, baby." Her breath was hot and tickled his ear. Maiya's fingertips were marching up one side of his shaft, stroking the domed head, and down the other, then reversing direction. The light tapping and caressing made his knees weak with need, and he slid his own fingers between Maiya's thighs to press against her center. Her panties were soaked and the thin fabric was molded to the shape of her lower lips. One finger pressed and began to slide back and forth, making a furrow between the plump labia.

  Maiya whimpered into Bosch's ear. In response, he pressed harder, sliding the length of his finger along the slick crevasse. The muscles in her ass tensed and she started to rock it with his movements. Her breasts pressed into his chest as she leaned into him, encircling his prick with her slender, soft fingers. With a shaky, but deliberate motion, she started to jack the hard rod, sliding the pad of her thumb upward along its underside and teasing the tip at the top of her stroke. The teasing digit dragged silken wetness down the shaft every time her hand moved downward, coating the skin with damp stickiness.

  Bosch pushed his hips forward, trying to hasten Maiya's rhythm but she loosened her grip in response, giggling with delight at his disappointed moan.

  "Awww, did it feel better when I was holding you tight?" The teasing, lilting tone aroused him even more and he licked his lips, turning his head to nip at Maiya's neck.

  "I think so. Do it again."

  "Maybe. What's in it for me?"

  For a moment Bosch said nothing; all Maiya heard was his shaky breathing and an almost imperceptible swallow. "Hmm. Well, there's this." His voice was uneven and he focused his fingertip on the little pearl he'd found between her plump lower lips. Through her panties, he made tight circles against her clit, drawing a soft whine from her. "And there's…" with his other hand, he tightened her grip around his dick and guided her in smooth, steady strokes, "this." He was sure he'd secured her cooperation. Her hips were rocking back and forth and tiny noises were falling from her lips into his ear. Hungry for her mouth again, Bosch released her stroking hand and grasped the back of her neck. He found her lips and took them with hot greed, pouring a groan into the kiss.

  With trembling thighs, Maiya fought the urge to ride the pleasuring finger to paradise; she had other plans. With great reluctance, she separated her mouth from the much-loved mouth of her partner and slid her hands up his chest, under the shirt. Fingers curled, she raked them down with deliberate leisure, feeling his muscles tense. Bosch lost his grip on her as Maiya sank to her knees. He felt her breath, and he moaned helplessly.

  Maiya's mouth was insatiable. Her lips pressed against Bosch's cock, generating wet kisses. Impatient, she parted them and dragged the rough surface of her tongue against the soft skin, leaving trails of wetness. One hand gripped the base of the warm organ and she descended upon the tip. With finesse, Maiya traced the ridge of Bosch's cock head using the tip of her tongue, and then flattened it to lap at the fat mushroom. She could taste his precum and the flavor only made her want more. Pursing her lips around the hot flesh, she suckled lightly, teasing at the tiny opening.

  Bosch panted, his hands restless and wandering. They alit on Maiya's hair and stroked urgently, silently pleading for more. When the ring of her lips expanded and they fully encircled the head of his dick, Bosch rolled his head back and uttered a cry of delight. The interior of her mouth was wet, so soft. Her tongue was bathing his cock with expert strokes and just as he caught his breath, Maiya tightened her lips and started to press forward, sucking him into her mouth.

  "Maiya," was the only word he could make, "Maiya, Maiya."

  The sound of her man, chanting her name with such lust pushed her, and before Bosch could recover his breath enough to speak it again, Maiya had nearly the length of his cock ensconced in her mouth. A flash of lightning lit the room bright white for a moment, but Bosch didn't notice; he was blind with ecstasy, lost in the liquid sheath of Maiya's mouth. The tip of his cock nudged the entrance to her throat and he shuddered, almost sagging to the floor.

  Undaunted, the kneeling woman pulled her head back slowly, her tongue pressing into the pulsing underside of Bosch's prick. She sucked hard at the tip again, before pulling back and brushing her lips against it. Maiya traced her lips with the slick helmet, smearing her lips with shining precum. She lifted her eyes to Bosch's, smiling beatifically. He made a choked sound, tangling his fingers in her curls. The sight of her on her knees before him, his cock sliding against her lush lips inflamed him. His eyes were locked to her as she took him into her mouth once again, her lips a taut seal around him.

  The slow slide was too much for him to endure without exploding, and as gently as he could, Bosch disengaged Maiya's delightful mouth from his burning rod and urged her up. She complied with a whine. He silenced it with his mouth, spinning her until her back was against the wall. His fingers seemed to work against him and with a grunt of frustration, he ripped her shirt open, filling the room with the sharp sound of buttons bouncing on the wooden floor. His palms pressed into her breasts, fingertips grasping at the fat melons. Maiya could feel his legs against hers and she pressed her hips to his, feeling his shaft through her skirt. The tip tapped and slid against her belly, smearing it with wetness.

  Maiya reached, grabbing Bosch's dick and massaging it with needful strokes. Her companion, having thought several steps ahead of her, reached between her thighs and shoved the soaked crotch of her panties aside. One strong hand curled at the back of her thigh and lifted it to his waist, snatching her to him. He batted her hand away from his proud prick, guiding it along her slick inner thigh and teasing the head against her slick labia. He pulled back, watching her face. She threw her head back and cried out when he polished her pearl with the tip of his cock. Clutching his shoulders, Maiya threw her hips forward, trying to lure Bosch into her so that she could capture him.

  She felt his lips against her ear.

  "Does it feel good?"

  She swallowed and nodded.

  He kept rubbing, circling the bit of flesh with his throbbing mushroom. Her body arched at him and she mumbled something incoherent. He insinuated the flanged head of his cock into the slippery entrance of Maiya's pussy and nudged a bit. When she tried to entice him to penetrate her, he pulled back. Her plaintive wail reverberated off the walls of the empty room.

  "Hmm? What is it?" He inched forward again, pushing in a little more deeply. He felt Maiya's inner walls clamping greedily around him and his soft grunt of pleasure was eclipsed by her frustrated whimpers. With great difficulty, he growled into her ear. "What's that? You have to speak up, Maiya. I can't understand what you're saying with all that noise you're making."

  In the half-light, he could see her face washed over with pleasure, her eyes struggling to focus on his while she tried to regain control of her body and her mouth. "Please," she whispered with undisguised desperation.

  He thrust a little deeper, stirring inside her. "Please what?
" His self-control was slipping, but for the moment, the sight of Maiya in the throes of carnal desire was intoxicating. Her earlier playful tease hadn't nearly the effect his revenge was having.

  Her voice was quiet, almost inaudible, but she quickly gathered momentum as the maddening shallow thrusts teased her honeypot to overflow. "Fuck me. Please fuck me, Bosch."

  Scarcely had his name exited her mouth, when Bosch plunged his aching staff into Maiya's yielding body. The two moaned in unison as his length filled her swiftly and completely. Wetness gathered where their bodies were sealed together. The heat and pressure inside her was incredible, and Bosch held himself there for a long moment, luxuriating in the union.

  It was Maiya's fingers pressing into his back that broke his reverie, and Bosch pulled back slowly, feeling the slick lips around his retreating cock. He thrust in again, and Maiya gasped; her snug interior clutched at him from all directions at once, seeking to keep him buried in her velvety deeps. Maiya wrapped her leg around his waist, ass bouncing off the wall with each thrust. Their tongues clashed, teeth and lips moving with abandon against one another as Bosch picked up a rhythm. He felt her nipples against his chest, straining to escape their fabric prison.

  Desire clouding his mind, Bosch wrestled with the material holding back Maiya's bountiful bosom, eventually giving up. He yanked the cups down, coaxing the warm, heavy breasts into his hands. His thumbs circled her stiff nipples, and he lifted one tit, dipping his head so that he could lather the nubbin with his tongue, and then suck it into his mouth. He buried himself inside her, then trapped the nip between his teeth and lashed it mercilessly with his tongue, grinding his pelvis against hers.

  The pressure cycling against her clit made the helplessly ecstatic Maiya arch her hips toward her partner, angling to take him deeper into her. He pulled his head back, switching to her other breast and showering it with attention, then pulled his ass back and pushed forward again. Cool air assailed her nipple while warm wetness attacked the other. Maiya scraped her nails up his sides, gathering the hem of his shirt and pushing her hands underneath to drag her fingers down his back.