Thief of Hearts
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Chapter 5: In The Middle
Pony rolled off Amber with a deep, satisfied sigh. Amber chuckled. They curled up together, Amber caressing Pony’s hairy chest, and Pony twirling a lock of her red hair between his fingers. They had just celebrated being together for two months.
-That was amazing, murmured Amber.
-Yeah… said Pony dreamily.
-You actually fulfilled an old fantasy for me, said Amber.
-Really? said Pony, kissing her neck. Tell me about it!
-I’ve never tried it anally before, said Amber.
-Really? Pony stopped kissing her and stared into her face. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have been more gentle..?
-If you had hurt me, I WOULD have told you, said Amber reassuring, pinching him in the side, making him squirm.
Pony was very ticklish.
-Pony? said Amber.
-What, hon’?
-Tell me about one of your sexual fantasies.
-Ummmm…
-Come on! I told you one of mine…
-OK, OK! Actually, mine is not that different from yours…
Amber’s eyes widened. Did he actually mean..?
-You mean you’d like some… anal stimulation? she said, smiling.
-Yeah… said Pony. I tried it once, with this girl… I’m telling you, I had such a fucking strong orgasm, I thought my dick was gonna explode!
-Well, we could do that, said Amber. I could use my fingers on you… or a butt plug… or we could have a threesome! You, me, and some other guy!
Pony surprised her by neither laughing nor getting disgusted by her remark. Instead, he bit his lip and looked deep into her eyes.
-That’s another fantasy of mine, he blurted out.
Amber stared at him.
-I’m not queer or anything! said Pony. I’ve just… been curious, you know… what it would be like doing it with another guy.
-I think it sounds sexy, said Amber.
Pony’s relief was obvious. He had been afraid of her reaction. He had never told anyone else about this fantasy before. No-one. Amber licked her middle finger.
-So, what would you like? she said, letting her hand glide down between Pony’s legs, down to his butt, carefully inserting her wet finger inside his ass. Something like this..?
-Hmmm-mmm..? said Pony, turning his attention to her pussy.
-Welcome to my humble abode! said Amber, giggling. Well, mine and Andie’s, actually!
She stepped into the living room of the small apartment that she and Andie were sharing at the dorm, and Pony and Johnnie walked in behind her. Pony was of course already accustomed to the place, after all, he had fucked Amber all over it for the past two months. Johnnie, however, Amber’s good friend, a Hawaiian exchange student, looked around appreciatively.
-Nice, Amber, he said, with his soft, masculine voice. Real nice.
Pony was bewildered. Amber had asked him out, but when he met her, she had brought along this other guy – a friend, she said – and that guy had been with them all night, drinking, dancing… He was a great guy, no problem there, but why had Amber brought him back with them to the dorm? He had thought that they would be naked in bed by now, not entertaining… waaaaaait a minute!
-I’m going to get us some wine, said Amber.
-I’ll go with you, said Pony.
The minute they got into the kitchen, he grabbed her arm and turned her towards him.
-What are you up to? said Pony.
-What do you mean? said Amber, looking at him innocently.
-Don’t give me that! said Pony. I know you. Just what have you planned?
-Well… said Amber. Remember when we talked about our most secret fantasies?
-What about it? said Pony.
-You said, that you’ve always been curious about what it would be like to be with another man, said Amber. So… I talked to Johnnie, and we agreed on this… double date. If you want, you can have your fantasy come through tonight. If you don’t want to, we’ll just have a drink, chat a bit, and then he’ll go.
-Oh, fuck! said Pony, stepping away from her, staring at her. Fuck you, Amber! Why didn’t you tell me in advance?
-Because I didn’t want you to go on and on about it, said Amber. Saying yes, you want to, no, you can’t, yes you can, no, you can’t… This way, we’re rid of all that. Either you want it, and we do it, or you don’t want to, and then we don’t do it.
Pony blew out air through his pointed lips, and stared up into the ceiling. His whole being was in a state of chaos. He walked up to the half-closed door and peeped into the living room, where Johnnie sat down on the couch, stretching out his long body, resting an arm on the back of the couch. He looked around, appreciatively.
-Can we trust him? said Pony.
-Oh, yes, said Amber. He’s a good friend of mine. Besides, you really think he’d go around telling everyone that he’s bisexual? He won’t say anything if we don’t.
-OK, said Pony.
-You wanna do it? said Amber.
-Yes, said Pony.
Amber took out the wine and three glasses out into the living room, and put them down on the coffee table.
-OK, you guys sit down and relax, while I go and change into something a little more… comfortable, said Amber. And then we can start playing…
She left, and Pony sat down next to Johnnie, embarrassed and nervous. Amber’s words had been a clear sign to Johnnie that Pony had accepted their idea of a threesome. A threesome with himself in the middle!
-Want some more wine? asked Pony.
-No thanks, said Johnnie. I don’t want to drink too much.
Pony poured himself a glass. He needed something to give him courage to go through with this.
-OK, I’m done! said Amber, and came out of the bedroom.
The two young men gasped for breath. Amber had changed into a black corset with a garter belt and thin, black stockings. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her red curls gleamed under the black lace.
Pony got up and walked up to her. He kissed her, and she put her arms around his neck. Pony’s hands slid across her voluptuous body, over the large breasts and down to squeeze her full, rounded ass. Johnnie went behind Amber and inhaled the scent of her warm skin and newly washed hair. His left hand slid under her corset and played with one of her nipples, and the other explored her moist, bushy pussy. He spread kisses over her shoulders.
Amber caressed her lovers, wrapped her arms around them, leaned backwards and kissed Johnnie. Pony pulled the corset down and sucked on her nipples, one at a time. Johnnie took his shirt off. Amber turned around and licked his neck, his collar bones, his chest, nibbled his nipples, and caressed his flat stomach. Pony kneeled behind her, and buried his face in her wet crotch. He parted her legs so he could reach better, parted her nether lips and licked around the wet opening. Amber moaned. Johnnie opened the zipper of his pants and took out a slim but long, semi-erect cock. Amber took it in her mouth and Johnnie fucked her mouth with slow, long thrusts.
Seeing her deep-throating Johnnie’s cock like that made Pony hard. He dove back down between her legs, licked her pussy, and put a finger inside her and began to move it in and out.
Amber could hardly concentrate on sucking Johnnie while Pony was giving her such a nice treatment. She groaned as she came, and her well-trained muscles squeezed Pony’s finger.
-How about we get a little more comfortable? said Johnnie.
They went into Amber’s bedroom. Johnnie stepped out of his pants, and revealed a slim and smooth body, tanned and hairless. Pony pulled off his T-shirt, slightly nervous, yet relaxed, due to the wine. Johnnie and Amber sat down on each side of him on the bed. Amber caressed his chest and Richard pulled his hand through Pony’s hair.
-You’re so tense, said Amber. Are you feeling nervous?
Pony nodded.
-You don’t have to do this, said Johnnie. You can back ou
t any time you like.
-But I WANT to do this! said Pony.
He looked into Johnnie’s eyes, brown like his own, but narrowing at the edges, no longer teasing, but kind and caring… and horny. Johnnie leaned over and kissed him. It was just like any other kiss, only harder. Johnnie’s lips weren’t as soft and wet as Amber’s, but very nice. Pony kissed him back. Amber’s and Johnnie’s hands slid all over Pony’s body, exploring it. He began to relax, and just enjoyed their touch on his hot skin, Johnnie’s lips against his own, and Amber’s wet mouth taking his cock in, sucking on it. He caressed Johnnie’s smooth, hairless chest, broke their kiss off and began a trail down Johnnie’s cheek, neck, shoulders, down to his nipples. Johnnie pulled his fingers through Pony’s hair over and over again, leaning his head backwards, licking his lips. Amber moved behind Pony and offered her breasts for Johnnie to kiss. His cock stood straight up, twitching, calling for Pony’s attention. Pony looked at it, licked his lips, and closed his eyes as he took the rounded tip into his mouth. The head was soft as silk under his tongue, and he licked around it, circling his tongue around Johnnie’s cock, taking it further and further into his mouth, raised his head and smiled at Johnnie, who smiled back at him mischievously. Pony went down over his cock again, bobbed his head up and down, sucked his cheeks in, and tried to make the cavity of his mouth as tight as he could. Johnnie moaned and grabbed his head, carefully holding him down. Amber kissed him, and then leaned back against the wall, fingering her clit as she watched her boyfriend suck on another guy’s cock. Pony put his soul into this new game, and Johnnie’s breathing grew heavier, until he pushed Pony away.
-Take it easy, man! he said. I don’t want to cum quite yet!
-Don’t forget about me, said Amber. I want some of your action too.
-Come here! said Pony, a bit out of breath, but excited and happy.
He made her lay down on her back, and Johnnie got on top of her. He put his cock at her wet snatch, and with one quick thrust, he pushed his entire length inside of her. Amber gasped for breath under his attack. Johnnie pounded her rhythmically and hard. Pony watched them and jerked off, not sure what to do. Johnnie looked up at him and grinned.
-I know what you want, he said. Amber, have you got any lubricant around here?
-In the top drawer of my dresser, said Amber.
-Get it! said Johnnie.
Pony got up and walked over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer and took out a small bottle. He came back to the bed.
-OK, grease yourself up, said Johnnie, and blinked at him.
He went back to his hard thrusting into Amber’s swollen cunt while Pony poured a glob of lube over his dick and greased it in.
-OK, said Johnnie. Now get behind me.
Pony got on top of the bed, behind them. Johnnie lay still, arching his back, offering his bottom to Pony.
-Go slow now, cowboy, he said. Ease it into me.
Pony positioned the head of his wet cock at Johnnie’s ass, Johnnie exhaled and relaxed his muscles, and Pony slowly pressed himself into Johnnie’s asshole. Oh, God! So fucking tight! Could he even move? He withdrew, and pushed it back in. Slowly, slowly, he began to fuck Johnnie in the ass. Johnnie moaned.
-That’s it, Pony! he said. Nice and slow. Just the way I like it!
He synched his movements with Pony’s as he continued to fuck Amber. She could hardly believe that this was actually happening, that she was on the bottom of this amazing fuck-feast. It was so sexy, so… so… She stopped reflecting, and got caught up in another orgasm.
-Oh, it feels so good! she cried.
-Yeah! panted Pony. Johnnie, man, you’re so fucking great! Man! I’ve never felt anything so goddamned TIGHT! Ooooooooh… Oh, no, I’m gonna cum! Shit!
-It’s OK, man, cum for me! said Johnnie, and thrust back at Pony. Just cum, baby!
Pony grabbed onto Johnnie’s hips and pulled him towards himself as he came, shooting it all into Johnnie’s ass. The feelings were so strong he felt light-headed, and when he was done, he slid off Johnnie and stretched out beside him and Amber.
-Was it nice, honey? said Amber.
Pony kissed her frantically.
-It was fucking great! he said. Amber, you’re the greatest, hon’!
-You sure are hot, said Johnnie, getting up on his arms and changing angle from where to fuck her.
He went back to his fierce ramming of her pussy, and Amber tore her hair and howled as yet another orgasm tore through her body.
-Oh, I can’t take much more of this! she whimpered.
-Want to take a little break? said Johnnie.
Amber nodded, and Johnnie withdrew, kissing her chubby thighs.
-How about you, Ponyboy? said Johnnie. Do you want to get ridden?
-What do you mean? said Pony.
Johnnie held his chin and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
-I’d like to fuck that pretty ass of yours, he said.
Pony bit his lips. This was the final frontier…
-Like I said, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want it, said Johnnie. But I’d sure like to. I promise I’d be gentle…
-What the fuck, said Pony. OK. But you’re gonna have to lube up, man!
-Relax, said Johnnie, and kissed him again. I won’t hurt you.
He got Pony to lay down on his back, and Amber moved up against the wall, determined not to miss a second of what was coming next. Johnnie took Pony’s balls in his mouth, licked them, sucked them, and then worked his way down, nibbling at Pony’s perineum. Pony moaned, as he was getting hard again. Johnnie lifted his legs up and parted them, and began to lick around the rim of his asshole. He wet a finger in his mouth, then slid its tip into Pony’s ass. Pony tensed up at the unfamiliar intrusion.
-Relax, said Johnnie. I’m gonna take you to heaven and back, baby!
Pony took a deep breath and tried to relax. Johnnie moved his finger in and out of Pony’s ass, all the time licking the rim. As he fingered Pony’s G-spot, Pony started to moan and shake his head from side to side. Johnnie noticed that Pony was getting ready, and reached for the bottle of lubricant and snapped it open.
-Here, I’ll help you, said Amber, and poured a rich amount of lube into his hand.
-Thanks, Amber, said Johnnie, and lubed his cock up real good.
It dripped.
-I think this will be easier doggy-style, he said. Turn around, Pony!
Pony got up and stood an all four.
-Now relax, said Johnnie. If you tense up, it hurts.
Pony’s body twitched when he felt Johnnie’s cock pushing against his hole. He hung his head down and breathed deeply. He tried not to tense up when he felt the cock entering him, but the pain made him whine. It was a stinging, sharp pain.
-Relax and let me in, said Johnnie. The pain will go away soon.
Pony did his best, and felt Johnnie’s cock slide deeper into him, filling up his entire asshole. The pain did go away, and Johnnie fucked his ass slowly and carefully.
-How does that feel? said Amber.
-Oh! said Pony. Oh, it’s so..! Ah!
-I know, said Johnnie.
-Do you like it? said Amber.
-Yes! said Pony. God, yes!
-OK, said Johnnie. Now I’m gonna ride this little pony of mine!
He increased his speed and strength, slowly at first, until he rammed into Pony’s ass as hard as he had Amber’s pussy. Pony cried out for each thrust.
-Yes! he said. Come on! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!
He freed one hand and jerked off, the friction inside his ass, against his G-spot, making him so hot that his load shot out in wide spritzes all over Amber’s bed.
-I can’t wait anymore! said Johnnie. Amber, get over here!
He grabbed hold of Amber’s head and kissed her passionately as he rammed himself into Pony’s ass, filling it with hot sperm.
All three of them panted, unable to speak, for a minute
or two, and then Johnnie withdrew his deflating cock from Pony’s soar ass, and all three of them fell down in a puddle of naked bodies on the cum-soaked bed.
-So, said Amber. ‘When shall we three meet again?’
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(Author note- Added a kingdom hearts 2 thread in Tranverse town section) You are sitting on the beach relaxing. You remember the long adventure you ounce had in a distant land. You lay next to Kari your true love "I'm going to go for a swim" She says laughing. She runs into the water and dives in. Suddenly the water turn black as oil. it forms a black hand and grabs here. It takes her down into a portal. You run to get her. Monsters come out of the ground. A keyblade forms in your hands. Kari...
You and I finally get to meet. You jump off the road runner shuttle and I jump into your arms, giving you the biggest hug and the sloppiest wettest kisses ever. I say lets throw your things in the house and I’m going to show you a good time. I’m wearing my sexy black latex outfit with corset and your wearing leather pants and black pvc shirt. We drive downtown to LA to the Bondage ball. Your like shit I didn’t know we were going here....why didn’t you tell me...I said no worries you look fab...
Part Nine of 12 Lays of Xmas, the full novella version. I’m sorry Part 8 got posted before Part 7 – technical problem. * * * * * The Twelve Lays of Xmas Nine Ladies Dancing I can’t tell you just how exhausted we all were the following morning. I don’t recall what time I woke up, but Cristal had already dressed and gone. Jessica pointed out a message of thanks she had left on the bedroom mirror. It took me several minutes to decipher the scrawl. Neither of us could face even looking out...
Part Six of 12 Lays of Xmas, the full novella version. yes, I know it’s July now, I’ve been busy, OK? Any similarity to any persons living, loving or otherwise – well – you know who you are. * * * * * Six Geese A-laying When I awoke the following morning, my hand was on Tasha’s bare ass (even in my sleep I couldn’t leave these women alone). She stirred and wriggled under my touch, and her long-lashed eyes opened slowly. She looked back over her shoulder, blinking, and there was a moment when...
Part Two of 12 Lays of Xmas, the full novella version. Chapter Eight is flying along as I type this. Be warned, the whole thing is already 27,000? words long, though this is a short chapter. Any similarity to any persons living, loving or otherwise – well – you know who you are. The Twelve Lays of Xmas: Two Turtle Doves The following day was a long one, and to be honest I got a little distracted from Jessica’s present. One of my clients was being difficult about a project that was supposed...
Part Seven of 12 Lays of Xmas, the full novella version. Typical. You wait seven months for chapter six, and then two come along in 24 hours. Any similarity to any persons living, loving or otherwise – well – you know who you are. * * * * * The Twelve Lays of Xmas Seven Swans A-Swimming Nobody was around very early the following day, but I actually had to force myself out of bed at about ten to go and see the people behind my present to Jessica, the CD and the artworks. Apparently, all was...
After the woman is convicted, a “sentence negotiator” gets her sentence reduced to a public day of repentance followed by eleven days of public punishment. Following that, she is to serve one year of penal servitude. This story deals with non-consensual punishment, pain, and involuntary slavery. If such topics offend you or upset you, I would advise skipping this particular book. There are thirteen chapters to this story. The chapters can be read on their own, but the story is much...
I said hello on Tuesday, in a cafe. On Thursday our first date, a single kiss. Took her to a garden the next day— We made out like teenagers, drunk on bliss. It's Sunday morning now, and what a sight! Clothes strewn about, and underneath the cover Of my own bed, bathed in morning light, My smiling, sleeping, joyful, naked lover. My fingers smell of her soft intimate places. My semen's in her now, warmed in her flesh. My muscles ache from passionate embraces. And still she looks so...
This is a record of a fantasy, not an attempt to describe a real life dungeon, about which I know almost nothing. Also, the story is heavily influenced by classic French erotica and so does not dwell on the main character's inner thoughts and feelings. It may not be for everyone. THE BEGINNING He looked around his spacious, sparely furnished, perfect office. One of the perfect things was the large picture window...
This is a record of a fantasy, not an attempt to describe a real life dungeon, about which I know almost nothing. Also, the story is heavily influenced by classic French erotica and so does not dwell on the main character's inner thoughts and feelings. It may not be for everyone. THE BEGINNING He looked around his spacious, sparely furnished, perfect office. One of the perfect things was the large picture window overlooking the park across the street, just now leafing out for...
When my best friend, Craig, discovered his parent's stash of sex stuff, Playboy and Penthouse magazines, vibrators, and, what we have since learned are called, dildos, he immediately called me and told me all about it. We were both eleven and super-curious about all things sexual. The first chance we got to go through all their stuff was a few days later and we had a Playboy spread out examining the foldout in microscopic detail. "Wow, would you love to be the guy they paid to take the...
Sam hated work. As far as he was concerned it was just time stolen from his day. It didn’t help that his job was intolerably dull. All day long Sam walked up and down the aisles of a nondescript warehouse collecting small machine parts for shipping. The only high point in Sam’s day was when he got to walk past one of his female co-workers. There were several lookers on Sam’s shift, but his favorite piece of eye candy by far was Valentina Ruiz. Sam had a weakness for Latina curves, an...
Muemen opened his eyes and lay enjoying the familiar and constant roll of the sea. The hazy gray light of early dawn seeped into his dark cabin through the cracks and edges of the door and thin brown curtains of the lone, paneless window. He rolled from his hammock and stretched his stiff muscles, scrounged through his bare pantry for a quick breakfast of blue tubers and a few sardines, and sat himself at his small table before the window. He peeked outside as he ate, the sun had not yet broken...
It was the dream that she loved and hated; her greatest fantasy that would never come true. Yunami was stretched out on the bed, naked beneath the sheet pulled up just above her breasts. Her auburn hair was scattered around her head on the sumptuous pillows like a halo. The sheer curtains hanging around the bed allowed her to see the rest of the room but hid her from the eyes of her approaching lover. She watched as Daeghen walked towards the foot of the bed. He was naked, his body sculpted...
Jacobs is a muscular build guy, long blond hair and has a tanned complexion. Though he is an absolude playboy, yet many gals would risk anything to know him. But, though lots of gals surrounded him, he didn't quite liked anyone of them. However, there is one girl, he totally was damn mad about her. Her name was Cynthia, 4 years younger than him, red haired, and petite breast. She loved to wear sports bra just everywhere. Her tight long jeans showed her madly curved shape and the outline of her...
BisexualChapter 1 At last winter was over and spring had begun, even though the air still had a small bite of the cold that had hung around longer than normal. I wasn’t here to see it but was told that in only two weeks all of the forest and bushes in Altoona Pennsylvania had turned a deep, healthy green. I had come to Altoona on a work crew working for a Wind Energy Company and quickly fell in love with the lush country side. The work I had come to do sucked but when I was off work I spent most...
LesbianShe's ultimately a female version of myself, except she's very tiny like my mother. We both have dirty blond hair (mine falls in my eyes, her's falls to her waist), and grey blue eyes. But I know her eyes, delicate and feminine, circled by the black lace of her eyelashes. She's stunning and she knows it too. She's not beautiful in they way a sports illustrated model is with big tits and ass. She's got a tiny body with delicate B cup breasts and a round firm ass atop a set of legs, the...
She's ultimately a female version of myself, except she's very tiny like my mother. We both have dirty blond hair (mine falls in my eyes, her's falls to her waist), and grey blue eyes. But I know her eyes, delicate and feminine, circled by the black lace of her eyelashes. She's stunning and she knows it too. She's not beautiful in they way a sports illustrated model is with big tits and ass. She's got a tiny body with delicate B cup breasts and a round firm ass atop a set of legs, the...
(Romance) An office romance is dealt an important hand by love.* * * * * * *Thursday's temperatures wavered between cool and warm. I waited impatiently for the finale of a sudden downpour before opening the window near my desk, to coax the outside in, to cleanse the stuffy office air, to linger near for the cool, damp breeze to finger my warm, dry face. April's weather was not on my list of favorites since the renewing season and I parted company last year. But that changed today—the long...
Kyle, who was 32 at this time, and Carrie 30, had been together over 8 years, living the last six with each other. Kyle wanted to marry her but Carrie did not feel the need for a stupid piece of paper saying they were together. That always sat uneasy in the back of Kyle’s mind, but he never mentioned it to Carrie, who can be a bit selfish. Carrie, was the typical blond hair, blue eyed babe you see on any beach in Florida. Great tan, killer body. Always in need of attention from anyone who was...
Angel spent the weekend alone with Jordan and it seemed to her that for a short time at least, the outside world didn't exist and she and Jordan were the only two people on earth. It was a stark contrast compared to Monday morning when she accompanied Jordan to his office to resume her new job as his receptionist. Even though Angel had only known Jordan a matter of days, to her it seemed a lot longer. She was surprised he was able to accept her, despite her filthy past. Connie and Meredith...
Gracious thank you to Lady Jane who read through this. My thanks on picking up the errors I missed. If there are still any errors the fault is entirely mine. **This story is for Aaron C – he passed away on October 23, 2015. Memories of life without you still have to be written my friend. You are missed everyday. ***** Ray knocked on Mike’s door for a third time. Much harder this time. He figured Mike was lying in his house somewhere passed out from being piss drunk. He waited a couple of...
October 14th, 1995, 9:40 AM CT, Union Station, Chicago, IL The Cardinal arrived into Chicago Union Station fairly close to on time; only about 30 minutes late. They had been told that the Cardinal tended to run late; this meant that they had plenty of time in the Windy City before their next train, the Southwest Chief departed for Los Angeles at 5:40 PM that night. They were hungry; they had overslept and had not gotten breakfast on the train. They asked a passing person where they should...
I climbed on the bus, looking around. The adults were near the front, and the girls and Jason, were all in the rear. I finally took a seat about halfway back. It's easier to mope if no one is sitting next to you. I realized that I was still hoping she would come. That she would suddenly appear with her bags saying she had changed her mind. The driver looked to see if everyone was seated, then closed the door, and put the motor coach in gear. I couldn't stand it. What if she was on the...
Towards the end of July, long past the Fourth of July excitement, and with the heat of the summer in full force, I got invited out to Joe Porter's ranch to ride some horses. I'd seen some of his Dad's horses in our Fourth of July parade, and made a comment to Joe at our next baseball Sunday how neat I thought they were. Their family had taken part in our festivities rather than the larger events in Hermiston, only because Joe said that this was where his friends were. He picked me up...