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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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Eyes of Fire - 5 (MF, rom)
by cbratb@cyberhighway.net
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IN THE SKIES, IN YOUR EYES.
As the tidal wave headed towards that epicenter of Jack's being
and the scream raced along her spine, she wondered if she would
ever be able to get back to simmer again, never mind normal.
The scent of the orchid beneath her nostrils and the sense of
the rose petals on her breast and hardened nipple were sending
her to places that didn't have a clear escape route, or a marked
way home. The spasming in her lower lips was almost a cramp, almost
labor and almost heaven. And the fact that she was still virtually
completely dressed only served to heighten the sensations.
She locked eyes with Luke again, and felt him gazing at her face.
It pleased her that this man had seen her entire body turn to
liquid, she felt WATCHED.
She felt like someone was shooting a video and had visions of
a submarine full of sailors throwing popcorn at the screen in
disgust, and shouting obscenities at her.... "Show us yer
tits...take yer clothes off...aw c'mon play with yourself...we
want pussy....."
She could almost hear the chants in her mind and wanted to scream
back at them how MUCH SHE WANTED TO OBLIGE...how she wanted nothing
more than to have the clothes stripped from her body by this total
stranger with the mysterious briefcase and the magic fingers.
...that she wanted to strip him with her own hands down to his
nakedness and take him in her mouth and her pussy and her ass....in
her EAR for god's sake...and everywhere else all at once until
she was filled with him.
She wanted to be TAKEN, to be defiled and made whole again.
He lifted the rose from her breast and covered her up completely,
save for the orchid. She had never looked so wonderful to herself
as she gazed down at the smooth silk, laid loosely over her firm
breasts and hard nipples and highlighted by that beautiful, sensuous
flower. He sat back on his seat and plucked the orchid from her
heaving chest. He laid it's flower on top of her skirt, directly
over the source of her heat and she could feel it's weight, even
through the material.
She hadn't noticed before, but at the base of the stem was a small
bulb, a little travel pot with damp dirt inside to keep the precious
plant alive...and alive it certainly felt. It rested on the crown
of her pussy, it's openness staring into her eyes as she gazed
down at it.. She could swear that she felt the life blood of the
flower racing through it's bell along the dark red engorged veins
in its petals. "No wonder, " she thought "that
people collect these flowers and become obsessed with them".
As she stared at the flower she noticed Luke reach again into
the briefcase. He pulled out something long and thin and silver
and pointed. She couldn't take her eyes from the pulsating petals
to get a clear look, but when he placed the rose and the object
in each hand and held them in front of her face, she saw that
it was a nail file...a beautiful expensive diamond file with a
rich, fat ebony handle.
Holding the rose, head down, in his fingers he showed her it's
single thorn almost at the base of the stem, and, taking the file,
he began to rasp at the point of the thorn. Back and forth he
went gently with the glittering diamond fragments, until the needle
point thorn was more rounded although the curve of it's erection
still showed razor sharp.
It felt as though he was filing the very tip of her clitoris and
instead of the thought giving her discomfort, it made the heat
rise up in her pussy to meet the gentle tender throbbing from
the flower of the orchid.
Everything she touched, or that touched her, seemed incredibly
alive, overwhelmingly tactile. Her body and brain were filled
with sensations that were more than she had ever imagined they
could be.
He finished filing the point of the thorn and turned to put the
file away.
"Well then Jack," he said, "Are you feeling fine?"
She thought carefully about her answer, opened her mouth and replied
"urghftreufgg". Both sets of her lips were hypnotized.
"Very well then, would you like to turn over for me?"
He picked up the orchid, and she felt the life of the flower leave
her loins. It was a very sad feeling indeed.
She turned onto her stomach, cradling her head on her fingers.
Her breasts pressed into the seat and she could feel the hard
rolled edge of the seat rub against the very top of her hot slit.
Slowly her hips came alive and began moving against the firmness
beneath her. Quickly he placed his hand flat onto her back and
said, firmly but kindly, "Not yet Jack, I promise all will
come....in time".
She stopped the movement of her crotch and felt his hand move
down on her back to the soft, sensitive hollow where the full
rise of her buttocks meet the curve at the base of the spine.
He began to draw circles with his fingers and it felt as though
he had one hundred or more of them, so fast and smooth were his
motions.
And yet it must only have been one hand because the catches on
his briefcase made their clacking sound and she knew he was getting
something else from it's glorious treasure trove. Minutes went
by as he continued to rub gently. His fingers never moved from
the same spot, it seemed to draw all sensation from the core of
her soul. She felt him lean over her and place one drop of liquid
on the back of each hand, and then lay her head back down.
Immediately her nostrils were filled with the most magical of
scents.
Heavy like sandalwood, and light as fresh dew, it smelled like
fairy breath. It filled her head and soothed her. She might even
have fallen asleep except that, after gently releasing her head
to the soft bed of her fingers and the blanket of wonder from
the scent in her nostrils, his hand left her back.
For a moment he was gone from her...
And then she felt his hands on her legs, starting at the muscle
behind each calf and moving forcefully upwards, separating her
thighs as he went.
She could feel the air on her legs as his hands reached the hem
of her skirt.
There they stopped for a second before moving to the zipper that
ran most of the way down the back. He peeled the zipper open,
exposing her bright red underwear to his gaze and he seemed to
pause as if to stare at the panties stretched tight over her asscheeks.
Even though still fully clothed she felt naked to his long look.
She felt him tenderly part the skirt zipper, as wide as it would
go and she began to raise herself from the seat to help him remove
it. It was unnecessary. With no effort at all, he ripped the skirt
completely in two, leaving the remains neatly pushed to each side
of her hips.
The feel of the air on her thinly veiled asscheeks was like a
rush of pure adrenaline that shot to her pussy like a lightning
bolt. She groaned...loud.
His hands had been gone from her for less than ten seconds when
he returned. he had something cold and small and metal between
his fingers when he next touched the top of her panties and she
heard a small sharp click, like nail clippers.
The fingers left again and returned to insert themselves just
under the waistband of the underwear, in the center of her back.
With increasing excitement she felt him firmly and slowly tearing
the panties apart down the line of her ass crack. She could hear
the material shredding and feel each small give as it brought
air and freedom to her body. As the split reached the underside
of her cheeks she opened her legs wider so that he could continue
please god ...let him continue...her pussy was almost FINALLY free
to his eyes and his touch. She heard two more sharp clicks, one in
each leg band as he cut through the elastic on each side. Then
with one steady tearing pull, the panties were gone from her body.
She was laying face down on the seat of a moving train. Her entire
being was vibrantly alive, her pussy was barely hanging over the
edge of her seat and her thighs were wide open to a complete strangers
gaze.
She felt him place something very thin and firm between the cheeks
of her ass, and something very soft was gently tucked down in
to the juncture of her thighs. She began to feel the softness
give her heat, began to feel it rhythmically pulsating against
her clit, it seemed almost to be enfolding her entire pussy.
He returned to her calves and pulled her knees upwards against
the bend in her legs. They were stretched tight and wide open.
She felt something...almost sharp, against the center of the nerve
cluster at the very back of her kneecap...
and she shuddered.
It was the thorn.
TEN MILLION LEMMINGS CAN'T BE WRONG.
After Amy's little episode in the baggage car, she headed back
up to the front of the train, to join Poncho and Uncle Luke.
She was glad the journey was underway again, this entire cockamamie
idea of her uncle's was beginning to get on her wick.
The affair de john, wasn't real satisfactory...lights going out
and conductors banging on the door an' all, and it was unfair
of Karla to have monopolized the baggage car dick, after all she
had it first. It was just lucky for Karla that Amy had a wide
range of attitudes about who she got to be with.....any old port
in a storm...as the English were doomed to say.
As the train weaved, and Amy hit the empty bar car, she decided
to steady herself with a drink (or two, or three).
She was on her fifth when she heard a sneeze. Through the alcoholic
blur she focused on the service closet door at the other end of
the bar.
"Come out, Come out, wherever you are," she trilled,
and wobbled over to the door on her red stilettos.
Before she could get there her approaching click and clack gave
her away and the door opened, slowly.
A tall, muscular man in a bartenders uniform stepped out.
"Oh hi there, Miss" he said. He remembered her from
before when she left the note and prepaid the drink for that guy
with the rumpled clothes and wild hair.
"Well...hellOOOOO fellah," slurred Amy, and fell forward
onto him.
It appeared that she had passed clean out, in his arms...not an
unusual occurrence for a bartender and so he did what all good
bartenders do in this situation...thought about where he could
take her to take advantage of her.
The small sleeping car for staff was right next to the bar car...nothing
luxurious or nothing, just a cot and a shower, but it locked.
Holding and carrying her at the same time, he moved clumsily towards
the doorway, and when he got her inside, he locked the door and
guided her towards the cot. As he let her fall, his jacket buttons
caught on the side of the dress and with a loud tearing sound,
it ripped completely off of her body. After a seconds panic he
realized that the entire thing was held together with Velcro,
and that he wasn't really on the hook for replacing it...and also
that his biggest obstacle had just been removed...easily and quickly.
She lay, spread-eagled on the small cot, her leg hanging off the
edge. She had no brassiere, and was dressed in nothing but bright
red panties and her high red heels. Her short hair fell over her
eyes and left him with no witnesses.
Smiling, he peeled off his jacket, and then his tie and shirt.
He slipped his shoes and socks off, and then stripped down his
pants. He was already hard under his bikini underwear and starting
to peek out of the top of them. Staring at her, he pulled the
waistband of the briefs down, so that it now held up his balls,
and yet still covered his ass...he gently stroked his growing
stiffness as he watched her tits rise and fall. She was definitely
out for the count.
He moved towards her and stood, next to the cot, holding his cock
in his hand. He rubbed it against her hair and she gently turned
her head to face it...it was a simple small step to use it's head
to pry open her lips. For what seemed like an eternity he stood
there, her lips barely encircling the full, hard head of his manhood.
Her thighs were still spread, mostly by the position of having
one leg on the floor and the other on the cot. And so he really
couldn't resist the temptation of reaching his hand down between
her legs, into the warmness of her pussy. He rubbed gently against
the full mound with his fingers and, as he did so, he felt her
lips draw him deeper into her mouth, his hardness pushed her tongue
up into the roof of her mouth and soon forced her to move it around
his thickness. His fingers by now had slipped under the legband
of her panties and pulled the crotch to one side....now where
was the Velcro when we needed it...
Her pussy was open and wet and hot and real damn friendly. The
strawberry blond hair was real after all, her tidy bush ensnared
his wet fingers and clutched it to her slit. He was harder and
harder by the second and knew that he would come in no time if
he didn't stop soon. With a supreme effort he pulled himself free
of her mouth and her pussy at the same time.
She groaned, and twitched her thighs and lolled her head as if
searching to find something to put back in one of her vacancies.
He stood back from her and watched as her fingers slid over her
nipples and down into her panties,
"Yeah, That's it Baby, you know what you want," he spoke
loud enough for her to hear. His voice seemed to turn her on even
more, and she responded by rubbing the top of her pussy with the
heel of her hand...hard.
The leg on the cot bent at the knee and moved even further to
one side, as her fingers became more wanton. Her other hand had
joined it's partner by now, both of them caressing and caring
for her pussy at the same time.
His name was Paul, and he reached into his gymbag and pulled out
his trusty Polaroid. He had almost left it at home this trip and
suddenly was SOOOO glad that he hadn't.
"O.K. Darlin', let's have a little camera action shall we,
let's see that pussy....."
Something in the depths of her stupor responded to the words,
something in the primitive well of her subconscious understood....and
her hands pushed the panties down until they were rolled up in
a tight band across her thighs at the base of her cunt. This was
immediately a problem to her since it caused her legs to be closed
at the very part that she wanted to be open, and despite the lack
of mechanical limb functions she managed to get one of her legs
up and through and out of her underwear.
The free leg fell back to the floor, and the other one spread
back out in the other direction, the damp-crotched panties still
rolled up in mid thigh...but her cunt was free, at least for the
fraction of a second that it took for her fingers to cover it
back up.
Paul, began taking pictures and each time the flash went off and
the picture came out of the front of the camera with a loud
ÔWwhhhirrrr",
her fingers moved faster, in and out of her squelching cunt lips.
He talked to her some more as he took more pictures, telling her
how pretty she looked and what a wonderful pussy she had and
how good it felt and how empty it was. As her fingers reached
fever pitch inside her, her moans grew louder. He became afraid
of being caught, not by the authorities but by those crazed looking
wackos that he'd seen herding passengers into the bar car just
as he was getting some more napkins from the supply closet. When
he had seen the guns he had simply ducked inside and stayed there....after
a while the heat and mustiness had made the sneeze unavoidable.
He was pleased to hear the high heels coming towards the closet
but never expected this sort of opportunity.
To stifle the moans, which were becoming louder and louder he
set the camera down, and moved back up towards her head. Her mouth
was open and her legs were open and her eyes were still closed
although he thought he saw some flicker of movement in her eyelids
as she pulled and tugged at her nether lips and fingered her clit
with savage urgency. As her head turned towards him he grabbed
her hair, and roughly pushed his hard fullness between her lips.
As soon as the spongy head had passed her teeth she sucked him
hard into her mouth and then into her throat. Loud, animal noises
came from her mouth, as her eager tongue washed the entire length
of his erect cock, trying again and again to swallow him whole...her
eyes were slits now, there was no more pretense of coma....or
resistance. One of her hands left her own thighs and moved to
his, where she found his bulging sacs...firm and hot and hard.
Her fingers rolled his balls between them, hefting their weight
and smoothly, gently squeezing them, first individually and then
together with each other. They rubbed against the point of her
chin as his spittle covered hardness slid back and forth inside
her throat and mouth, loved by her tongue ...held gently in her
teeth and squeezed by her throat muscles...Paul knew that he couldn't
hold out for long now...and he was right.
When he felt the heat exploding inside his testes, she felt it
too in her hands, and her eyelids opened wide and looked up at
him. Her eyes had an anxiety of anticipation, a desperation of
excitement.... a need for fire...scalding into her throat and
mouth.
He felt his future children rushing headlong to their doom, along
his straining prick, further and further towards the light at
the end of his tunnel
and she felt them coming towards her at the same time
and opened her throat wider,
taking him even deeper,
determined not to spill a single drop of his precious life forms.
They were gathered in the purple head now, filling the center
of it just as his hot blood had filled the rest of it.
Some of them ventured out first and were licked greedily from
the small escape hatch into her taste buds.....their salty friendliness
made her form a strong vacuum between her cheeks, milking the
walls of his cock, her tongue flickered in and around like that
of a lusty lizard.
And, suddenly secure in their welcome, his seed flew unchecked
down into her warm throat, overflowing into her mouth, filling
it and forcing some of themselves between her lips, and out, down
her chin. Her hands flew to her face and tried to force the escapees
back into her mouth. Their slickness made it impossible and so
she just massaged them into her face and chin....he was still
jerking into her mouth, his bulbous head still emptying itself
into her throat...making sure that the tunnel was empty...that
they all escaped into their new home...to feed and nourish....to
almost satisfy. As he ceased his spasms and just lay quiet in
her mouth, her eyes closed again, leaving only a magical smile
of remembrance.
Her hips were still now, her warm center of being was calm and
quiet. He gently withdrew and began dressing. He could leave her
here for later, she was clearly not going anywhere. But he had
to hide the pictures before she awoke. He decided to risk slipping
next door to the supply closet with it's many boxes and bags of
concealment. But just as he entered it, his shirt still unbuttoned,
he heard more high heels clicking towards him. He closed the supply
closet door and held his breath. The heels got as far as the bar
and then stopped.
(may I recommend a small warm glass of plum wine,
and
"Song of the winds" from "Caravanserai" by
Carlos Santana)
If you'd like more of this story, please send a little note of
encouragement to: cbratb@cyberhighway.net