Sharon’s arse was like the rest of her completely in proportion, the cheeks were firm and well rounded and protruded away from her body when she stood straight, you could almost rest one of those small paper water cups on the little ledge formed between the and of her spine and the protrusion of her arse, maybe that’s why she enjoyed anal fucking Jack had often considered. The crease made by the two cheeks of her arse was very narrow and when she wore thongs, which was rare, as her Jack had ordered that she no longer wear under garments unless he specifically instructed her to do so or she had obtained prior approval from him, it wouldn’t show as they would disappear in the crack and the cheeks would just close up hiding them almost completely, unless she was naked and bending over in front of you. The light brown puckered entrance to her anus looked like a partly open rose bud and he loved to play with it at every opportunity as it seemed to be one of her most erogenous zones.
She had long elegant and very shapely legs, with not a single blemish and normally did not wear any coverings, unless Jack ordered her to in which case it was always stockings with suspenders.
She had now inserted all 10” of the vibrator all the way into her cunt and was fucking herself hard and furious, it was slightly slimmer than his own cock, this pleased him knowing he would stretch her once he begun fucking her. He was gently playing with his own organ as it slowly awoke, blood now flowing through the veins and arteries that stood out on its length. Sharon adjusted herself so that she was able to access her own rectum and he saw the dried up remains of his earlier effort staining the cheeks and groove, she took a small dildo and pushed it into her rectum, it slid in easily, some of his cum which had earlier coated her insides now came to the aid of her second anal penetration with this alien object, she was now in a world of her own her eyes glazed in a haze of lust, her lips trembling sounds of pleasure escaping her mouth. Jack was now once again aroused and his python like penis was throbbing letting him know it was ready for her, he ordered her to stop, she heard him through her lust and stopped immediately, he gestured for her to hand him the strap on and he tied it round his waist, he choose an 8” dildo and attached it to the fitting directly above his own cock and lay down flat on his back, she stood on the bed and stood astride him facing his feet and lowered herself so that she was now squatting over his cock and the bright blue dildo, reaching down under her knees she took hold of his dick in one hand and the dildo in the other manoeuvring them to her lower fuck holes so that the tips of the two were slightly inserted in each hole, she loved double penetration but Jack didn’t like sharing his slaves with any other man at the same time as he himself was fucking them so he had this contraption specially made, it was adjustable so that it could be adjusted to suit any woman.
Jack pushed up slightly to indicate his readiness, she took the hint and lowered her body quickly impaling herself on the two poles feeling his cock slide in to her furnace the juices churning inside her allowed it to slip in with ease as did the dildo due to his prior preparations of her rear fuck hole, she let out a gasp as both rods fully penetrated her to the very hilt like two stilettos. Sharon loved nothing more than to be given the opportunity to control the rhythm and thereby the intensity of a double penetration.
As Jack lay underneath her allowing her to ride the two shafts, she wondered if her master would ever fuck her again with his wonderful cock, she loved the size, smell, taste and had become familiar with every ridge and vein that stood out along the long thick shaft, she felt lucky, even honoured to be a vessel for this wonderful male organ. She felt herself once again building up to a crescendo and knew her climax would not be long in coming. Sharon lowered a hand to her clitoris, she knew he wouldn’t approve but he couldn’t see what she was doing, she balanced herself with one hand on his knee and stroked her clit while riding him faster and faster like a jockey might ride in a big race, opening and closing her knees causing her cunt an anal muscles to contract and expand round the two phallus’s as though she was trying to extract the last of the toothpaste from a tube.
Oh yes her fuck holes felt full and content, the cock was now hitting her cervix the small tinge of pain added to her excitement, as Jack now lifted up his arms and supporting her breasts with his palms mercilessly pinched her inflamed nipples adding a new dimension to her concoction of pain and pleasure, she was now out of control almost in a fucking frenzy impaling herself on the stakes deep within her riding up and down needing the fulfilment the cocks gave her almost howling in her ecstasy her breathing much deeper now and almost panting, a look of uninhibited lust clearly etched on her face, her body producing rivers of sticky thick cunt juice in an amazing abundance as if her cunt was a source of water from which many tributaries flowed, his groin completely saturated with her warm lubrication.
Jack was now thrusting upwards to meet her, the physical exercise of their act causing there bodies to glisten with sweat, he had already injected two loads into her femininity, but he could now once again feel the build up of his sperm and the tightening of his balls heralding his closeness to release his third gush of seed, he controlled himself knowing how close she was to cumming through the wild and wanton writhing of her body which was accompanied by her cries of passion and unashamed pleading for him to fuck her harder and deeper, together with the sexual sounds made by the fusion of their two bodies, she suddenly reached her pinnacle her body tensing her cunt closing and opening around his cock in erratic palpitations as her rectum and sphincter did the same to the artificial rod inserted deep in her anal canal, Sharon’s orgasm was complete with an almost explosive intensity she continued her ride now wanting him to flood her insides with his own secretions and he very quickly obliged her letting out a huge gasp as his sperm begun their swim from his balls through the unseen tube in his cock reaching the top with amazing speed and ferocity and passing through the small slit into her cunt and hitting the cervix like crushing waves against a cliff face.
Jack was now completely drained, he was fit but he was no longer an 18 year old, three cums in the space of a couple of hours was enough to tire him out. It would be several hours before he was again rested sufficiently to do justice to her fuck holes, in any event he had decided that this would be their last fuck and it was great to finish on a peak.
Sharon had un harnessed him and completed her cleaning of his genitals sucking and licking their cocktail of fuck juice from his balls, cock and pubic he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply allowing himself a last taste of her cunt cream combined with his own cum, his tongue circling the insides of her mouth and almost gliding along the insides of her cheeks before sucking on her tongue.
Once he had finished with her, Sharon was ordered to go and not to contact him again, she looked at him adoringly and pleaded once again to be allowed to stay and promised to be an even more obedient slut but his mind was made up and she knew that nothing she could say would persuade him to change heart, she cried as she dressed ready to go, Jack told her it was for her own good and for the best especially if she wanted to start a family, he reached under the bed and gave her a long box, “This is for you to remember me by, open it when your alone.” He said, Jack had gone to an adult toy store and had commissioned a dildo, a replica of his own cock.
Sharon took the box her crying had now subsided although she had not come to terms with her dismissal, she thanked him for the gift and left heartbroken.
The End.
The Samurai's Dream
The old samurai had been traveling north for so long he'd lost track of the days. A lifetime of loyal service had ended with the old Emperor's death and now he was free to do as he chose. Lacking any commitments or connections he had chosen solitude and a half-formed desire to find something lost long ago. As he rode his mind wandered, reaching back to the days of his youth and to the woman he had loved.
He had been a brash young man when he first arrived at the Emperor's palace, headstrong and fearless in the face of an armed enemy. But he found life at the pa
lace more intimidating than the battlefield, especially the flock of young and exquisite ladies who fluttered around the Empress like brilliant little birds, tittering and gossiping. However, he soon found himself captivated by one particular pair of mischievous eyes and a teasing smile. She was not the most beautiful lady of the court, but her liveliness and animation lingered with him long after she had vanished in a swirl of silk, like the scent of the gardenia she always wore in her long hair. He was helpless to resist when she finally lured him behind the painted screen in her room and they began to share long nights of sexual exploration and discovery.
As a lover, she never stopped surprising and delighting him with her lively imagination. He recalled the time she invited him to a special private supper in her room. When he slid the door open and stepped inside he was greeted by a most delectable sight. She was lying nude on colorful silk robes surrounded by small, flickering lanterns and she had made a serving platter of her own lovely body, thin slices of the freshest and rarest raw fish strategically arranged on her pale flesh. It was a slow and sensuous meal as he nibbled his way down, starting with the first piece at the base of her delicate throat. He consumed his meal slowly as he inflamed her with his lips and tongue, occasionally sharing a piece with her – a small gift from his lips that turned into a soft and yielding kiss. By the time he plucked the last translucent slice from between her nether lips she was trembling on the brink of orgasm. The fish was infused with her own fragrant juices and the heady combination compelled him to continue feasting there. When his lips sucked in the succulent morsel of her clitoris, her hips rose to meet his mouth and she moaned and quaked as her climax consumed her.
When she recovered she playfully pushed him onto his back and announced it was time for her own feast, seeing as how he had already eaten. She took a drink of warm sake and fed it to him from her own mouth. She dribbled trails of the wine over his skin and followed them with her tongue, tracing the white lines of battle scars as well as sensitive untouched places that fed his arousal like lines of fire. When she finally reached his straining erection he raised his head to watch. She met his eyes with her pointed tongue poised just at the tip of his penis. Then with a sly wink she hid the scene from his view behind a curtain of glossy black hair, forcing his attention on the sense of touch alone, with no way to anticipate or predict what she would do next. Butterfly flicks of her tongue were followed by long slithering strokes along the shaft. Delicate nibbling was followed by the sudden heat and wet of her mouth enveloping his length. When her slim fingers joined this intricate dance it was too much for him and he arched up, sending streams of hot seed into her waiting throat.
As he swam slowly from his reverie into the present, it took a few minutes to recall that she was long gone and now he was old and alone, traveling north as if that would somehow bring her back to him across all those years. The rocky terrain was rising through dense pine forest, the upper branches shredding the cold mist. It had started to snow lightly and the small, fluttering white flakes reminded him of the falling petals from the cherry trees that graced the Emperor's gardens. It had been springtime when he returned from a long, bitter campaign on a day that changed his life forever. Although he was battle-weary and sore, he rushed to see her as he always did, wanting to lose the memories of violence in the soft, peaceful circle of her embrace. But this time, he found her room empty, her belongings gone. When he tried to find out what had happened, he learned that she had been married off to a powerful warlord in the north. She had done something to displease the Empress, but he never learned what it was. In the end it didn't matter; she was still alive somewhere, but as lost to him as if she were dead. Something died in him that day. He went on to become a fierce and relentless general in the Emperor's army, feared by his enemies, trusted by his men. But he never loved again and he never married.
Now he had no one but himself and no purpose except to put one foot in front of the other in hopes of finding... what? Her? Peace? Release? He had no idea.
It was snowing harder now and the forest was beginning to darken with the approach of night. He would need to find shelter soon. As he trudged up the narrow trail he came to the opening of a cave and peered in. It was dry and unoccupied. It would do. He built a small fire and boiled water for rice while he watched the snow fall outside the entrance of the cave. Afterwards, he slept.
He awoke sometime later, sensing he was not alone. He was instantly on guard, old soldier's instincts taking over. It had stopped snowing and bright moonlight streamed into the cave. A figure was kneeling by his side and his heart stopped in a rush of recognition. It was her, unchanged and beautiful, long black hair hanging loose. Her heavy silk robes rustled softly as she leaned toward him and the scent of the impossible gardenia tucked behind her ear filled his senses. He stared in wonder. Where had she come from? How had she found him? She silenced his unspoken questions with a touch of her fingers on his lips.
When she opened her robe her skin was like a white flame in the moonlight. He reached out a hand and his fingers instantly recalled that familiar yielding softness. She was so responsive, her body arching toward his fingers as if pulled by an invisible thread. She untied his robe and spread it open. Everywhere her fingers trailed she left a trail of fire that banished the cold and peeled away the years, bringing back the hot stirrings of youth. She bent down to him as he cupped her small breasts and kissed him beneath the tent of her hair while he stroked her hard nipples with his thumbs. His fingers slid from her breasts, slipping under the silk robe, stroking the smooth skin of her back and clasping her to him, tentatively at first and then more fervently when she didn't vanish in a puff of smoke. Her body was solid and warm as she lay against him. He rolled her onto her back and gazed down into her dark eyes. She murmured his name and pulled him into a more passionate kiss, burying her hands in his long, tangled hair. When at last he entered her, her warm, soft wetness enveloped him like a glad welcome home after a long, weary journey. He wept at the sweetness of it and she tasted the tears on his face as she had the droplets of sake all those years before.
They began a slow, unhurried rocking together. The act of lovemaking became a meditation that took on an existence of its own, apart from any sense of themselves as man or woman. Their bodies, their movements, their breathing were perfectly matched. They lost themselves in that motion, not striving for any goal but simply allowing themselves to be carried along a slowly rising spiral ecstasy. He could feel her arousal as if it were his own, growing in her as his own arousal grew within him. He felt as if they were rising up into the sky, expanding into space. Their climax, when it found them, was an effortless and inevitable release – an outpouring of their essences into each other and letting go at last...
Two figures struggled up the steep trail looking for shelter from a sudden heavy downpour. They spied a cave entrance and they headed for it. Inside, they stomped the chill away and wrung out their wet clothes. One began to explore the cave and soon called out to the other who hurried to see what he had found. Before them, on the floor of the cave was the body of a man from another age. Not much remained but bones, hair and the tattered remnants of ancient samurai armor. Their attention was drawn to a white object cradled in the curl of bones that had been his hand.
It was a gardenia, as fresh as if it had just been picked.
The Elf and the Human
She watched Him as He stumbled through the forest. Crashing through the undergrowth with enough noise that all the wildlife had fled far away. She was getting angrier by the second—what was this fool human doing in her forest? It was forbidden to all but the Elves. The Human King had even declared it off limits after He had lost so many soldiers in the forest depths.
She had to hunt for the disabled and ailing back in her village. Unknown to the humans, the elves has suffered great losses also, there were few who were able to hunt and protect her people after the wars. Plus, the elves didn’t birth as often as humans so it was a serious matt
er. Here in front of her was a sworn enemy and running off the food supply at that!!!!
Silently she stepped from behind the tree to confront Him, bow drawn back, arrow aimed straight at His heart. “Why are You in forbidden lands Human?” Startled, He stumbled to a stop, slowly sliding to the ground. With a grimace He looked up at her. “I am banished because my life is not worth anything and no one could stand looking at me.”
As she gazed at Him she realized He was stumbling because of His legs were malformed, His back bent, and His ankles locked straightforward making walking very difficult for Him. Hardening her heart, she let her gaze travel up to meet His eyes. “What makes You think a human would welcome here after all the deaths Your kind has caused?” “I am welcome nowhere—all I want is to live in peace somewhere”, He replied.
“How are You to live?” “I see no shelter, clothes, food, or weapons?”
“I have a knife, an ax, and a fire starter, they shall have to make do until I learn.”
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