Friday Freaky Flash Fiction 3 & 4

(November 27, 2009 and December 4, 2009 Friday Flash
Fiction Challenges)

By Cincinnatus (Leo_and_Beth@linuxmail.org)

Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved.

Story Codes MF Anal Flash

"So there I was half naked in a Macy's dressing room,
the chick doin' Santa's helper bent ov'r in front of
me..."

She thought it would never end: his incessant
descriptions of past endeavors.  Didn't he know that
talking about all the weird sex you've had was not the
way to get your date to sleep with you?

"And then just as I'm star-in' to give it to her good,
ya know...Santa opens the door.  I was like, 'Do ya
mind?  We're busy!  And how'd the fuck you get in
here?'  And he was all like, 'Wha'en the hell, I'll
fire both ya'lls asses, doin' that shit in here!' 
Guess he was the manager, and had a key."

A few in his audience laughed weakly at that.  As the
night progressed, his tales had gotten more
adventurous to match the level of drink he had
partaken, while his English had suffered.  Now he was
up to screwing elves at Macy's.

"Now here's tha kicker!  She goes to him: 'Yer just
jealous I dump'd ya cuz you won't fuck me in the ass! 
You fire us, and I'll tell that bitch wife of yers how
you'll screw every dam girl in this place that'll let
you, but you're Christian enough to not butt fuck
'em!!'  Dude just growls and leaves.  Then she looks
back at me, 'cuz I'm like still poundin her, and she
goes, 'So Phil, you stud, are you willing to fuck my
ass?'  And you know what I said?"  Dramatic pause.  "I
di'en' say nutin.  Just pulled my peter out of 'er
pussy, and stuffed it in her ass!  Cuz' hey, I aim to
please, and I'll aim where ever you want me to!"

She rolled her eyes at that.  He had probably gotten
some slut at Macy's to blow him, or maybe more, but
she didn't know what to believe anymore.  Why she had
allowed herself to be talked into this by him was
beyond her.  He had seemed like a decent fellow from
another floor at work, who had come up and asked her
if she wanted to go to a party.  A "sex" party, no
strings attached, didn't have to do anything if she
didn't want to.  She didn't believe he expected to get
lucky with her, especially with the way he was acting.
 Not that this seemed like anything she would expect
from a sex party, just a simple mixer full of people
who didn't really know each other.

She felt a presence behind her, smelled cloves and
sandalwood mixed with a male scent.  Not the smell of
sweat you would find in a locker room, but the smell
of a man who had worked all day.

"Amateur," was all that presence said.

"Why do you say?" she asked.

"You don't do well at an event like this by impressing
your competition."  He must have been referring to the
crowd of sex-obsessed bachelors that surrounded her
date.

She giggled at that, then said to him, "I expected you
to say something about his bedroom technique. '...and
I'll aim where ever you want me to.'"  She could feel
the warmth of the body behind her; he must have been
standing close.

"The way he talks, I don't think he's ever actually
gotten so much as a fingernail inside anyone's ass. 
He doesn't seem to have any concept of...," a slight
pause as her new companion chose his words.  "...lower
congress."

Her eyebrow went up at that.  She was impressed with
herself for remembering the term from college.  She
turned around as she asked, "And you do have a concept
of lower congress?"  

He was taller than her by about a hands breadth.  
Graying black hair, clean shaven, with light blue
eyes.  Wearing a sport coat over a collared t-shirt. 
"I would like to think I do," he responded, meeting
her eyes and holding her gaze.

"So you've done it before?" she asked as she tilted
her head back to regard him down the length of her
nose.  She continued before he could respond, "And how
would you introduce a lady to lower congress?  One who
hasn't experienced it before?"

"Well...."  He took a deep breath, as if to gather his
thoughts.  "It's best done gently, with a lot of
lubrication.  And she should be relaxed, very
relaxed."  He smiled, one corner of his mouth higher
than the other, and his eyes had a crinkle to them
that scared her and made her knees weak at the same
time.

"How relaxed?"  This verbal sparring was fun.

"Very relaxed.  Like the kind of relaxed you find in
the afterglow of orgasm."  He paused, watching her
reaction,, "The bigger the orgasm, the better."

She held his gaze and sipped her cocktail, her mind
turning the situation over in her head.  She glanced
around to find her "date" standing at the bar,
chatting up two bored little morsels that were much
too young to be wearing that little clothing.  She
looked back at Mr. Lower Congress, and made a command
decision.  Her date could find his own way home.

"And how do you propose we generate this orgasm?" she
asked, dropping pretense and referring to the two of
them.

"Depends on you," he replied, picking up on the shift
in the conversation's tone.  He took a step forward,
into her eighteen inches of space, and lowered his
voice just a bit as he asked her, "What gives you the
biggest orgasms?"

She licked her lips, and looked down as she stroked
the zipper of his blue jeans.  "If I show you, will
you show me your...concept of lower congress?"  She
traced her fingers up and down the length of his
erection.

"Are you willing to go there?" he asked her. 

"I'll try anything once.  And if I like it, I may try
it more than once."  She smiled up at him, finishing
her drink.

He took her hand and led her upstairs through a door
that she hadn't noticed before.  Upstairs, it seemed
more like a sex party; she could hear couples behind
some of the doors.  They came to a door a disheveled
couple was just exiting.  The two couples smiled
knowingly as they exchanged places in the narrow hall.
 The bed was ruffled and the room reeked of sex.  It
just added to her arousal.

He grabbed a bottle from the dresser as she sat on the
bed.  He started to undress, and she picked up the
hint and did the same.  Soon they were on the bed as
she lowered her pussy to his mouth, her clit to his
tongue.  She wrapped her lips around the head of his
shaft, and distracted him so much that he could only
tease her.  When he had spent himself against her
neck, she sat back and ground against his face, until
she had a small orgasm and his cock had once more
risen in her hands.

Then she moved forward and impaled herself on him,
facing away, and watched herself in the mirror on the
wall as she brought herself to another, much more
impressive orgasm with his cock.  She forced herself
to keep her eyes open as the waves rolled over her;
watched as her nipples vibrated with the tremors under
the sheen of dried semen.

As it subsided, she slipped off of him and lay on her
side, breathing deep.  She watched lazily as he got
up, erection bouncing, and grabbed the bottle.  She
heard the bottle open as he settled behind her,
caressing her back and nestling his cock in the cleft
of her buttocks.

"Stay as relaxed as you can," he breathed into her
ear.  Then he started to probe against her rosebud
with slippery fingers.

She had never expected to be this receptive to anal
sex.  Never expected one, two, and then three fingers
to slide in and out of her nether hole so easily. 
Never expected the feeling that came as he slid his
girth into her; just a completely new sensation, not
pain, not quite pleasure, but something else.

He was gentle almost to a fault as he started to
thrust against her butt, constantly asking that she
was okay, that he wasn't hurting her.  Eventually she
told him to stop talking and enjoy her offering; she
would let him know if he should stop.

As he relaxed and started to enjoy her ass, the
sensation because pleasure.  Or maybe it was the same
as before, and she just felt is as pleasure now.  She
found herself beginning to moan and pant with arousal
as his thrusts picked up speed.  Once she asked him to
stop and renew the lubrication.  She found herself
missing him when he pulled out, and loved the feeling
as he speared her once again.  Eventually, she found a
whole new category of orgasm, as she lay on her
stomach, his legs outside hers, as he pressed her down
into the soaked mattress and warmed her insides with
his seed.

Yes, she would definitely try this again.