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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.

The following story contains scenes of explicit sex.  If you're not old
enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)

Another fine piece by Dulcinea.


Pillow Fight
by Dulcinea


   The hotel her company had her staying in wasn't the most expensive or 
the fanciest, but it was certainly very nice.  

   He drove down with her one weekend, carrying her bags into the room 
and dropping them on the floor when he entered the room.  "This is 
palatial!" he exclaimed, eyeing the king size bed that dominated the 
room.  "What a great bed!"

   "What?"  She stepped into the room, stopping short when she saw the 
room.  "There must be a mistake.  I'm supposed to have two double 
beds....."

   He flopped on the bed while she headed for the front desk to find out 
what was going on.  In less than five minutes, she was back.  "It's no 
mistake."  She said, sinking down on the end of the bed.  "This is the 
room my company reserved for me."  Grinning, she tickled his foot.  "I 
guess we'll just have to suffer."

   "I guess so."  He grinned back, crooking his finger for her to come 
over to him.  "And what time do you have to be at work in the 
morning?"

   "8:00."  She frowned.  "Let's head out and catch a bite to eat before it 
gets too late."

   He groaned playfully.  "I can't believe you're hungry after that big 
lunch we had.  Are you sure you don't want to stay in tonight and take 
advantage of this wonderful bed?"  He looked at her frown, then sighed.  
"Let me wash up, first.  Then we can go.  Okay?"

   She nodded, biting her bottom lip until he walked past her into the 
bathroom.  Smiling, she jumped up, shedding her outer clothes until she 
had just her bra and half slip on.  As long as the water was running, he 
would be busy, so she listened carefully for the water to stop while she 
gathered the sofa cushions and all the bed pillows, throwing them into 
the space between the bed and the wall.

   Squealing as the bathroom door opened, she dove across the bed, 
rolling into the space to protect her horde of pillows.  "Okay, Honey," he 
said, walking around the corner.  He was bare chested, his dirty shirt in 
his hand.  "Let me change shirts, then we can leave.  Where do you want 
to-"

   SPLAT!  The first pillow silenced him, smashing into his face, 
catching him by surprise.  She watched it plop to the floor, the startled 
look on his face so very adorable.  The second pillow was flying across 
the room before he could recover, bouncing off his chest to land on the 
bed.  "You imp!" he cried, his dark eyes taking in her scantily clad form, 
and the mischief in her face.  "You're in for it now!"

   He grabbed the two pillows, one in each hand, and jumped up on the 
bed.  She squealed, reaching behind her to grab the heavy couch pillow, 
swinging it wildly.  "Oh no you don't!"  he exclaimed, dropping his 
pillows to grab the one she swung.  He tried to pull it out of her grip, 
half dragging her across the bed before he succeeded.  "So you want to 
have a pillow fight, eh?" he laughed evilly.

   She rolled out of the way, dropping back to protect the pillows.  Past 
experience had taught her that was the only chance she had against him 
in a pillow fight; he would always wrest the pillows away from her, so 
she had to stockpile them first.  Not that she kept them  very long, but at 
least she could get a few good whacks  in.  The two toss pillows from 
the couch bounced off his chest, and he laughed even harder.  "Are you 
done yet?" he asked.

   "Never!"  She jumped up on the bed, swinging a bed pillow.  The King 
size bed gave them plenty of room to battle on, and the pillows flew 
rapidly.  She caught him watching the way her breasts jiggled in her bra, 
and the way the short slip rode up on her thighs.  Of course, she'd 
planned on her lack of clothes to be a distraction.  "Give up?" she asked, 
pausing to gasp for air.

   "I don't think so."  He dropped the pillow and dove for her ankles, 
hoping to knock her down.  "No you don't!" she cried, jumping off the 
mattress to the floor.  

   He lay sprawled on his stomach, laughing too hard to move.  Taking 
her chance, she jumped back on the bed, straddling his hips, her hands 
on his shoulders.  "Pinned!" she exclaimed triumphantly.  "I win."

   "Augh!"  He struggled, trying to unseat her, but he couldn't get the 
leverage on the mattress.  "Nyah, nyah nyah!"  she laughed, bopping his 
head with one of the small couch pillows.  "Admit it.  I won."

   "Never!"  She laughed at his answer, leaning down and pressing her 
nipples into his back, nibbling on his earlobe.  Her fingers ran through 
the short hair at the base of his neck, scratching and rubbing the way he 
liked.  With little kisses, she traced her way from one ear to the next, 
sucking that earlobe between her teeth.  "Are you sure you don't want to 
reconsider?"  she asked sweetly.

   He groaned, feeling himself grow hard under her ministrations.  She 
squirmed, rubbing herself against him, her hard nipples still pressing 
into his back.  "Okay!  Yes,  You win."  He tried to sound dejected.  
"Now will you let me up?"

   Laughing, she rolled off of him, expecting him to turn his attention to 
love making.  She was wrong.  "Sucker!" he cried, throwing a pillow 
into her face.  "You didn't think I'd quit so easily, did you?"

   "Oh, you beast!"  She rolled away, reaching for a pillow.  One hand 
grabbed her ankle, pulling her across the bed to him.  "Hi, there," he 
smiled down at her, his hand running up the inside of her thigh.  His 
other hand popped the front clasp of the bra, freeing her breasts.  "Now 
just where do you get off teasing me like that?"
 
   "If you don't want me to tease you anymore, I won't," she replied 
haughtily, then drew a deep breath as his teeth caught one of her nipples.  
His fingers were working into her panties, stroking her shaved outer lips.  
"Don't you dare stop," he whispered around her nipple.

   She laughed, hugging his face to her breast.  His hardness pressed 
urgently against her thigh, and his fingers began exploring the moistness 
between her pussy lips.  She gasped, feeling his tongue trace its way 
from one breast to another.

   "I thought you were hungry," he said, his finger dipping inside her.  
Her breathing had changed, almost becoming a pant as his thumb rolled 
around her hard clit.  "Shouldn't we be leaving for dinner?"
 
   "We could order room service.  Strawberries and whipped cream," she 
answered.  "I could make myself a banana split, so to speak."

   They both felt his cock throb at that.  "I could make myself a nice 
sundae," he replied, increasing the pressure on her clit.  "Dip the 
strawberry deep inside of you, then suck it out..."

   "Oh!"  Her body responded to his stroking, her hips thrusting up on his 
hand.  "My, my, my," he smiled, feeling her body convulse and shudder 
beneath him.  "That was fun."

   "Mmm-hmm."  She opened her eyes, the love and the lust for him 
clearly evident.  He removed his hand, licking her juices from his 
fingers.  "Now what should we do?" he asked.

   She pushed him on his back and unzipped his pants, his cock leaping 
out at her.  "Well, hello there!" she said, kissing the pre-cum covered 
head.  "How nice to see you again."

   They laughed together as she worked his pants off, dropping them on 
the floor.  "I think we're going to have to make the bed before we go to 
sleep," she said, looking at the mess they'd made of the covers.  
Shrugging, she stepped up on the bed, then dropped her panties and the 
slip.  Straddling him again, she grasped his cock, guiding it to her pussy.

   The first touch was electric, drawing a gasp from both of them when 
the head rubbed up against her naked lips, their love juices mixing as she 
rubbed against him. Then she lowered herself down, his cock sliding 
easily in her wetness.  

   Clutching his cock with her pussy muscles, she inched her way down 
him, making him gasp when at  last their bodies met, his cock buried 
completely inside her.  His hands rose to her breasts, his fingers rolling 
her nipples, pinching them, making her squirm delightfully on his cock.  

   Slowly, oh so slowly, she raised herself off him, until only the head 
was left inside her, then she slid down again, relishing in the fullness of 
her pussy.  Up and down, up and down, working her hips and thighs, 
taking her pleasure from his hard cock.  When she came, she came hard, 
calling his name as her pussy spasmed around him.

   "That's it, baby," he whispered, stroking her clit while she squirmed on 
top of him.  "Cum all over me."  

   Before she'd completely recovered, he rolled, so she was under him, 
their body never losing contact.  For the moment, he was content to lie 
on her, feeling her thighs around him, her hands on his back, and he 
kissed her, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth with great 
passion.  

   No words were spoken.  He began to pump in and out of her, faster 
and faster, her hips rising to meet each stroke.  Her moans and cries 
encouraged him, increasing his desire.  "Don't cum yet," he whispered, 
knowing she was close.  "Wait for me."

    She nodded, eyes closed, chewing her bottom lip to keep from 
screaming.  One final thrust and then he buried himself inside of her, 
feeling her orgasm start as he poured his seed deep into her womb.

   They lay together, still joined, enjoying the feel of the other in the 
afterglow of their lovemaking.   As his cock shrank, he slid out of her, 
grabbing the edge of the bedspread and pulling it over them.  "Do you 
realize we're only on the middle of the bed?"  he asked, looking around.  
"I think I love this king sized bed."
    
   "I love you,"  she said, kissing the tip of his nose.  With a grin, she 
reached for a pillow and pretended to swing at him, laughing as he 
ducked.  Instead, she slid it under her head.  "Aren't you going to grab a 
pillow?" she asked.

   With a wicked grin, he nodded, then lowered his head to her breast, 
covering one nipple with his palm.  "Grabbed me a pillow," he laughed.

   Soon, his breathing turned regular, and she realized he was asleep.  
Yawning herself, she reached out, grabbing another nearby pillow and 
pulling it close.  After all, she might need it when she woke up....  who 
said the pillow fight was over?



~There are worse hobbies than jousting windmills~



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