MISS AMERICA - A BDSM VAMPIRE TALE

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MISS AMERICA - A BDSM VAMPIRE TALE

EXCERPT

It lay propped against a table, a sheet of almost opaque plastic, stretched between two pairs of poles, one set long and vertical, the other, short and horizontal.  As I approached, a figure lay it on the floor and pulled back one sheet of plastic… no, latex.  A second sheet lay beneath it.

A voice commanded, “Get in.”

Gingerly, I stepped onto the sheet, then lay down at an angle, my head poking out of the turned-back corner.  Someone kicked me in the side.  “Get in properly.”  Feeling the first flush of panic begin to flutter in my chest, I obeyed.  What was this thing?

I lay down “properly,” my face beneath the latex layer.  Somebody shifted my arms and legs, spreading them until I lay in an exaggerated X.  Hands then pulled the top layer tight and secured it.  

“Does she know where the breathing tube is?” I heard someone ask.  

“I hope so,” somebody else said.  “She’ll be needing it.”

I felt with my lips, shifting my head slightly; my nose, then my mouth, met a plastic nozzle; I clasped it greedily between my lips.  However it worked… later, I saw a black plastic tube leading away from the mouthpiece… it brought me air.  And, as I’d been warned, just in time.  A high-pitched whine kicked up, followed by the indescribable sensation of all the air being sucked from the sack.  I was being vacuum-sealed in a latex bag.

I could hear everything and, as the latex formed itself tightly over my body and face, see everything.  I could even feel everything; I realized that, when a hand slapped down onto my thigh, then lingered long enough to draw its fingertips up my leg towards my groin.  But I could not move a muscle; even breathing was an effort, although I was in no danger of suffocation.  I just hoped that my body wasn’t nursing some long-hidden latex allergy.

I lay there, my eyes alone moving, following the figures as they drifted around me.  Somebody knelt and pressed fingers to my lips; somebody else was stroking something hard against my pussy.  

I resolved to remain calm.  True, I was trussed up like a turkey.  But if I couldn’t touch them, it meant that they couldn’t touch me, not really. And that meant there could be no penetration, not so long as I was protected by that membrane-thin latex barrier.

I don’t know how long I lay like that.  Periodically, somebody would pass, glance down at me, maybe run a hand along my body.  One pair of fingers tweaked my left nipple viciously; another spent an inordinate amount of time pushing ineffectually at my pussy.  It appeared that this contraption was as novel to them as it was to me, and I wondered if that was the point of the exercise… a demonstration of some new invention by the friendly neighborhood scientists.

Penelope appeared.  At first I didn’t recognize her; I’d never seen her, after all, from my latest perspective, spread-eagled on the floor while she stood directly above my head, affording me an unrestricted view straight up her skirt, to the shaven pussy that crowned her thighs.

She crouched slowly, her fingers between her thighs, spreading her pussy lips wide.  I watched as she started to masturbate herself with one hand; then, as she replaced her fingers with a vibrator.  She did not enter herself, merely played the humming toy around her lips, letting it dip occasionally to brush against my mouth.  It felt like an electric toothbrush.

Suddenly she spoke, as though she’d just noticed me for the first time.  “I told my Masters about you,” she chirped happily.  “They said I should show you what I like doing.  They were amazed when I told them that you didn’t know how to… you know.”

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My Boyfriend's Boyfriends...

Another great collection from Mischief Books - ten greedy girl stories include original group sex erotica from Chrissie Bentley, Primula Bond, Janine Ashbless, Lisette Ashton, Penny Birch and many more.

When Sara entertains her husband’s friends, she makes every jaw drop, but that’s not all that goes down in a crowded room…

In a swingers club, Helen wants to enter a special space and accept all of the excessive pleasures on offer inside it…

Penny takes part in a glory-hole competition and gets more than she bargained for…

Smoking hot erotica stories where size and numbers matter.

EXCERPT FROM "FOR BETTER OR BETTER YET" by Chrissie Bentley

Oh my God, this was paradise.  I’d had threesomes before, but I was younger and my partners were younger.  Too much indecision, too much laughter, and too many distractions as nervousness danced a tango with desire.  This was the real thing, this was serious business, and this was bigger.  Fuck a threesome, I wanted all four!  Straining, I pulled an arm out from beneath the knee that had imprisoned it, raised the hand that had done nothing but make tight fists in the bedclothes, and gripped a third cock, longer than Tommy’s, thicker than… thicker than whoever was pounding my pussy.

What I Did on my NEXT summer vacation!!!!

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Sun, sea, sand and sex.  And lots of it.

When work sends me down to the Caribbean, a week of business swiftly becomes a week of utter holiday madness.

Following up the acclaimed "What I Did On My Summer Vacation," find out what happens when I return to my favorite time of year ... for another sizzling collection of erotic stories, set against the exotic backdrop of Kingston, Jamaica. 

Six scorching stories transport me from a motorbike ride I will never forget, to a dancehall performance that nobody's forgotten; from an unexpected mountain movie shoot, to a long hot night in a haunted fortress. 


And much, much more.


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Researching Erotica

Another great posting on the Mischief website, about how we go about researching erotica.

It's not all fun and games, you know.  Or maybe it is.


Chrissie Bentley, contributor to The Visitor, Confessions, Submission, My Secret Life, Sex & The Stranger, At Your Mercy, Shameful Thrills, Exposure, Improper Conduct and Girls Girls Girls
Two come to mind. Utterly unerotically, one was about a 1920s English soccer team (for a chapter in my novel Below Blue London). It even won me a mention in an English soccer magazine! The other, which involved lots of hands-on research, was for a story about erotic photography. More than one story, in fact!

First Erotic Reads

Another great posting on the Mischief website, a bunch of erotic authors remembering their our first ever erotic read.


Chrissie Bentley, contributor to The Visitor, Confessions, Submission, My Secret Life, Sex & The Stranger, At Your Mercy, Shameful Thrills, Exposure, Improper Conduct and Girls Girls Girls
It was the classic Venus In India, and it taught me that the story, and the characters, are as important as the sex. It's still one of my favorite novels.

SOHO BY SPOTLIGHT

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IMPROPER CONDUCT

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IMPROPER CONDUCT includes my story IN YOUR DREAMS


Ten erotica stories about inappropriate behaviour at work and the colleagues who go all the way on company time. Featuring original erotica from Donna George Storey, Lux Zakari, Amber Leigh and Elizabeth Coldwell.

The workplace is never exclusively a place for hard graft, tedium and ambition. As we spend over half of our adult lives at work, it has long been a pressure cooker of unrequited desire, barely disguised lust, sexual manipulation, and obsessions for colleagues thinly disguised by professionalism, duty and formality. Which is precisely why Mischief commissioned ten erotica short stories to pursue the explicit shenanigans of work mates who just can’t contain themselves.

Why I Love Writing Erotica... Some Writers Speak...

Check out the Mischief blog for the answer to the question you know you've always asked yourself...

Girls Girls Girls!

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GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS includes my story A TASTE OF LONDON

Single-sex liaisons that make straight women curious and drive men wild. Including original fiction from Delilah Devlin, Valerie Grey, Primula Bond, Elizabeth Coldwell and Chrissie Bentley.

Sapphic love has proven to be one of the most enduring forms of erotic pleasure since the first frolicking nymphs were painted upon the side of amphorae. But the secret love of women, without male participation, will never be old hat, because there will always be something deliciously forbidden and titillatingly taboo about the seductions, indiscretions and trysts of one woman with another. And Mischief wouldn’t be a leading publisher of erotica if it didn’t explore, update and let loose these very special feminine lusts of one girl for another.

The Visitor

New from Mischief Books, another great collections of short stories, including my tale "Death By V."

"The sexy allure of the vampire remains as strong and fresh as blood. They’re just too handsome and charming to resist, though a tussle with a prince or daughter of darkness can be deadly. This collection of erotica explores the lusts of the vampire with considerably less restraint than paranormal romance."

Confessions!!!!

Another great title from Mischief Books, Confessions - Tales of Female Misbehaviour features my story "The Cocksucking Chronicles," together with a wealth of other excellent tales!

"Pursuing secret and irresistible desires and then confessing it all, is the theme of this explicit erotica anthology. One woman just has to expose herself to her hot neighbours from her apartment window. Another girl works in a sex shop and can’t keep her hands off the products or the customers. A woman’s tennis partner is too tempting to resist in the showers. And when a women’s reading group chooses foreplay as its subject, the revelations lead to the kind of misbehaviour most people only get to read about."

Going Down!

"Do you speak French?"

No, I don't.  Well, not much.  But that's the title of the story I contributed to Rachel Kramer Bussel's latest anthology, Going Down, and when you read it you'll know why.

It's a wonderful collection, and I say that after reading only a handful of the other stories... because I know the rest will be just as much fun.  So, without further ado - here's the contents page, and Rachel's introduction.  or you could just jump over to Amazon and buy it right now.

And we can all speak French together.

Introduction: Intense Intimacy and Erotic Power

Pretty Dull Charlotte Stein
Milk Moustache Jacqueline Applebee
Lavender Cynthia Hamilton
Etiquette Sylvia Lowry
Stacked Logan Zachary
Sucking Casey’s Cock Shanna Germain
Getting Something Out of It Annabeth Leong
Bubble Dance Jeremy Edwards
Seriously Jeanette Grey
Shuck It Dusty Horn
Dover to Victoria Station Roxy Rogers
Blush Mary Borsellino
Clean/Dirty Lucy Felthouse
Trimming Tenille Brown
Your Body Is a Temple Neil Gavriel
New Additions Rachel Kramer Bussel
Do You Speak French? Chrissie Bentley
Close Your Eyes Viktoria Michaelis
Snow Job A. M. Hartnett
The Perfect Shade Elizabeth Coldwell
The Thousand and One Ways Graydancer

Introduction: Intense Intimacy and Erotic Power

I thought I knew, if not everything, quite a bit about the fine art of oral sex until I started to read the stories that came in for Going Down. In them, giving and receiving head became its own, if you’ll pardon the pun, head trip, and showed me that there is plenty for even the most seasoned connoisseur to learn and enjoy about an act that brings pleasure to so many.

If you’re reading this and thinking, But I’m not really sure I like it… or some variation thereof, I encourage you to keep reading. You just may surprise yourself when you thrill to the risky, risque and exciting ways these men and women find to get off while giving and getting head. There is the thrill of the chase, along with the thrill of being the taster and tastee, but there is also a lot more going on here. Perhaps because oral sex can bring up our uncertainties, there is a depth to these stories as the characters boldly go where many of us would like to go, if only we had the courage⎯or the kind of partner who can push us over that particular hurdle into the bliss that awaits.

While these tales aren’t necessarily ones I’d encourage you to emulate, they are ones that will capture your erotic imagination and, perhaps, make you think about things you’d like to try, or just give you a few minutes of delight.

So just what will you find in Going Down? There’s a woman who knows “The Thousand and One Ways” to show her lover her devotion. There’s the couple who wind up watching an erotic scene on the big screen so scandalous, plenty of people walk out⎯but not them. You’ll find oysters given the lusty honor they deserve in Dusty Horn’s “Shuck It” as two lovers dine on a sumptuous meal before discovering all the power play they can share by giving themselves over to each other.

The intimacy of climbing between someone else’s legs, of discovering what happens when you peel them open and utterly expose them, leaving them aching, trembling, willing to do anything to have you keep going, is a theme that is repeated here. Lovers get off on the thrill of being in command, in control, giving and taking joy in ways that leave the other person breathless. “There’s no rush of power quite like it in the world, that knowledge that you can make another person come, can release her desire and expose her most secret and vulnerable parts. That’s my favorite part of sex,” writes Mary Borsellino in “Blush.”

For some of these characters, oral sex leads them into new territory that brings revelations about much more than sex: Paige in “Getting Something Out of It,” by Annabeth Leong, lets go of the memory of a selfish lover and finds that when she takes control and owns what she’s doing when she goes down with a new lover, the act is special for both of them. Characters facing gender transitions, and their lovers, discover what remains and what is gloriously new about this most personal of changes.

Going Down covers a range of ways you can serve up oral pleasure, as well as reaons you just might enjoy it. I hope it will inspire you to think about the tongue as a tool of echantment, a center of excitement at least as powerful as the one between your legs.

Rachel Kramer Bussel
New York City

THE SWEETNESS OF SUBMISSION

Control the day, surrender the night.

A collection of explicit erotica about the thrill of power games, erotic control and submitting to the passions of a lover.

The pleasure of surrendering to the will of another, or others, is unique. But who is really in control and who calls the shots? From the head games to the heart flutters and the shivers of pleasure on your skin, this collection of explicit erotica explores the fantasies and experience of female sexual submission.

Whenever Cate is summoned to her boss's office, the door remains closed for a very good reason...

The rules are very explicit whenever Matilda visits the gentleman of the Windsor Club...

At the manor, the thrill for Saskia is a rare kind of obedience...


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CONTENTS INCLUDE EXQUISITE ENTRIES FROM
Rose de Fer
Elizabeth Coldwell
Kat Black
Willow Sears
Primula Bond
Kyoko Church
Charlotte Stein
Terri Pray
and Chrissie Bentley... and here's a tiny excerpt from A DIFFERENT KIND OF TENSION

My hands pulled at the cuffs; if I was going to do this, I’d like do it properly. But they remained trapped, and the movement only alerted Terry. “Oh no, you’re here until I’m finished with you,” he said; then, withdrawing himself from my still stubbornly tightened mouth with a light plop, he commanded, “wider. Open it wider.”

I shivered a little… I don’t usually get off with a man who plays the master, but Terry did have me at a disadvantage. I obeyed and, for a moment my jaw just hung, as he held his rod just an inch or so away, allowing my nostrils to absorb his scent. Instinctively, I craned my head forward, to take him into my mouth again… he certainly knew how to play this game, I thought, and I felt my own loins quiver warmly as he began to push himself forward, forcing my mouth even wider, scraping against my teeth, pushing my tongue to one side. He wasn’t huge, probably no more than five inches, but he had a lot of circumference, a fat, meaty roll of hardness that was bumping against the very back of my mouth. “Now I’m going to fuck you properly,” he said. “Like I should have done before. ” And, with slow, methodical strokes, he began to do just that, his eyes closed in rapture as he slipped in and out of my mouth.

His hands were caressing his balls; with every thrust, his sac slapped against my chin, reinforcing in my mind the position I was in, at the same time as I felt myself pulsing in time to his movements, finding an excitement in my predicament that even my occasional bondage fantasies had never aroused. If he’d only let me speak for a moment, I thought, I’d tell him what I want him to do… reach behind to touch me, finger me, fist me, anything. And then I heard a door open, footsteps, another voice… and the pulse became a galvanic throbbing that was quaking through my entire body.

“Who’s your friend?” It was a woman… I struggled to place the voice. It was Sara, the fiancé who’d fled, the heartless harpy who broke his heart…. What the hell was going on here? For a moment I imagined myself being caught in the middle of some knockdown fight between two bitter ex-lovers… a trophy for one to bait the other one with. But that was before Terry answered her.

“You know who it is. One of those sluts from your whorehouse downtown.”

She leaned over to look at me, her eyes flashing a spark of recognition, but that was all – we’d never been friends, just workmates; I doubted whether she even knew my name. Instead, she went along with what was clearly Terry’s fantasy, the embittered whoremaster making free with a rival Madame’s merchandise. “Oh, and one of my favorites as well,” she pouted. “Please don’t scar her pretty face, I won’t earn half as much from her ass if you do.”

WELCOME TO MY SECRET LIFE

Becoming another person to fulfil a fantasy that you dare tell no one about, ever, is an enduring sexual fantasy, so we’ve put together an erotica anthology featuring explicit stories of getting away from it all to do your own naughty thing.

Being married but meeting a stranger in a motel room, getting hooked on a test for an unusual product, returning to an ex for great sex while every instinct screams stay away from him!, going too far with a husband’s best friend, getting caught in the web of a dominatrix ... just a few of the thrilling private moments revealed in My Secret Life.

INCLUDES MY STORY "THE CARROT AND THE STICK"

excerpt

“He just walked out of the bathroom, straight over to the bed, stuck his dick in my mouth and told me he wasn’t going to take it out until I told him what was wrong.”

Helen paused; I gasped. “So what did you do?”

“I sucked him dry!” She laughed and took another drag on her cigarette. “It had been so long, I thought I’d forgotten how to do it. But it’s amazing how quickly things come back to you when they’re… shall we say ‘staring you in the face’.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. The last time I saw Helen and Terry together, I’d have laid odds on their marriage not lasting another month. They barely spoke, they never looked at one another, and anybody who didn’t know them would have said they were complete strangers, who just happened to be at a party together. Suggest they’d been married for 14 years, and you’d have been laughed out of sight. But they had, and the sad thing was, there was a time when they couldn’t keep their hands off one another.

That was a long time ago, though, and I think most of our friends knew that things had been going downhill between them for a long time. Now, however….

The Nympho Librarian meets Lulu

The Nympho Librarian and Other Stories is now available on Lulu!

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Eleven scalding tales of lust and love in the halls of public learning - the town library!

The sex is hot, but the librarians are hotter, as authors Chrissie Bentley and Jenny Swallows reveal the lip-smacking truth about what goes on behind (and on top of, and around as well) the bookshelves.

Includes the tales THE NYMPHO LIBRARIAN, SILENCE IN THE LIBRARY, COUSIN TOM’S FIRST BLOWJOB, CUM BREATH, THE LIBRARIAN’S CHRISTMAS STOCKING, THE STUDENT BODY, STICKY FINGERS, MY CIVIC DUTY, WATCHING THE CLOCK, THOROUGHLY MODEM MISS and CHECKING OUT.

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SEX AND THE STRANGER

Let's face it: they're new, they're unfamiliar, they ring your bell and light your fire, but it's crazy to even consider doing it with them. Problem is, you can’t stop thinking about doing it with them. And, anyway, who needs to know? There might never be a second chance, and you only live once…

A train commuter trapped between two hot passengers discovers fantasy can become reality, in public...

Emma cruises the aisles of a supermarket for a service that comes free to those with more passion than restraint...

When Natalie danced naked by the light of the moon, she had no idea she was not alone...

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read more in French!

CONTENTS INCLUDE TEN STARTLING ENCOUNTERS WITH
Valerie Grey
Rose de Fer
Aishling Morgan
Ashley Hind
Justine Elyot
Terri Pray
Kat Black
Elizabeth Coldwell
Charlotte Stein
and Chrissie Bentley... and here's a tiny excerpt from HERE THERE BE DRAGONS

“Hey Chrissie. Have you ever had a threesome?”

I’ll say one thing for my friend Lisa. She always knows how to catch your attention.

“No, I can’t say I have,” I started to say, but she was already chatting on. “I’ve been thinking about that a lot just lately. I think it’s something to do with the aging process.”

I eyed her curiously. “It’s not just because you can’t keep your legs shut, then?”

“Seriously. Think about it, when you’re young, everything’s a brand new experience. But as you get older… haven’t you noticed how your options just start drying up? You and Dave, for example. You’ve been together however long, a year or whatever, and I bet half the things you were doing when you first met have been completely forgotten about.”

“Okay… you do have a point, there.”

“Right. And why is that? Because you know one another so well, you know what each other likes, and you’ve just settled into a routine where that’s all you do. There’s no time for play anymore, no room for experiment. You just get in, get out and get on with your lives. And I’m not putting that down, because Pete and I were exactly the same.”

“But that’s not why you broke up.”

“I didn’t say it was. What I am saying is, I’ve been thinking about how exciting sex was when we were younger, and how I miss that thrill of discovery now that we’re not. Young. Which got me thinking about things that I’ve never done… and that got me thinking about threesomes.”

I smiled. “Well, you got there in the end. So you should go for it, then.”

“Oh, I’m going to. I was just wondering – who should we pick for our partner? It can’t be anyone we know, or who we’re likely to see…” I interrupted her. “Hey, what’s all this ‘we’ business? When you said a threesome, I thought you meant you and two guys. Or, at least, some other couple.”

“God, no. What happens if I hate it? At least if you’re there…”

“I can take over?”

“No, I was thinking more along the lines of, you wouldn’t be insulted if I don’t want to…” her voice trailed off and, for the first time in this entire conversation, it dawned on me that she was actually being serious about this. The question I now had to answer was, was I?

I WANNA BE AT YOUR MERCY

Extraordinary and secret desires drive the characters in these explicit and daring stories of sensual punishment, kinky power games, and fetish play.

Penny loses at cards and her forfeit is to become the slave of Edmund and his friends for a day...

When Jessie can’t pay her bill in a restaurant, the owner devises a unique payment plan...

Annabel’s reputation as an ice maiden only thaws when a daring barman dares to light her fuse...

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CONTENTS INCLUDE STEAMING STARING CONTESTS FROM
Primula Bond
Kat Black
Penny Birch
Rachel Kramer Bussel
Elizabeth Coldwell
Sommer Marsden
Valerie Grey
Heather Towne
Courtney James
and Chrissie Bentley... and here's an excerpt from my contribution to the collection, the strange things that happen WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT


Without appearing (I hoped) to be staring, I snuck another look over at him. I’d put him around my age, so sort-of-somewhere mid-thirties. His hair peeked dark from beneath his hat, his boots were clean though they’d not been cleaned. He might be wearing a tie. Hard to tell; his chin kept his neckline in shadow. But he didn’t loom too shabby, and he certainly didn’t look the type who’d be groping strange women on a Rocky Mountain train ride. Oh, and other thing. I’d swear he was sitting a little bit closer than the last time I looked, as though every time we went through a tunnel, he’d inch himself just a little bit closer.

A knuckle grazed my panties, grazed my pussy through the cloth, and I fought back the yelp by biting down on my lip. Lost in thought, I’d lost my bearings, and the next tunnel had crept up even stealthier than he did. I cursed myself quietly; I’d resolved not to make a sound, and so far I’d more or less kept that up. But I’d also resolved not to move, yet my legs had still parted as his hand slipped between them; welcoming, maybe, curious, yes. I wanted to know how far this would go. I wanted to know how far I could go.

The knuckle lingered, light enough that I could almost shut my mind to its presence, firm enough that it would be able to feel the wetness and warmth that was embracing my pussy. I held my breath, not trusting myself to exhale as I waited to see what he would do next, and I was concentrating so hard on one thing that I didn’t even notice something else. That his hand had moved away, he had moved away, and we were back into daylight with me sat there frozen, a tooth still pinning my bottom lip down and my legs still parted wide.

And he was maybe a little bit closer.

I wondered if I should speak? Nothing incriminating, nothing accusing, just a few friendly words to pass the time. But I couldn’t trust my voice to stay steady, and didn’t believe I could keep my words light. Besides, I didn’t want to break the spell, that heart stopping moment when the hunter sights prey, because I hadn’t yet decided who was who.

I looked out of the window at the landscape flashing by, placing it on the map that my memory sketched out. One of the big ones was coming up, one of the tunnels that drove straight through a peak, with a halt in the middle for the maintenance crews. A boyfriend and I once got off the train there, intending to explore the heart of the mountain. We wound up scaring ourselves silly with every ghost story that we’d ever heard, and didn’t move from the platform until the next train arrived, eight long, cold and miserable hours later.

BOY FUN OUT LOUD

Available now - my first audio book appearance. Well read by William LeGrande and available here: AUDIO BOOK

BOY FUN ONE


includes HOW MANY TIMES IS THE FIRST TIME by Chrissie Bentley

Top erotica authors are collected here to explore a whole range of scenarios and situations in which guys get up to no good with each other.

EXCERPT
“You don't know how many times I've dreamed of this,” I whispered, holding him close to me. “You don't know how many times I've dreamed of a lot of things,” he smiled, his breath and then his tongue warm on one of my nipples. I stroked his hair as he closed his lips around it, then let out a small groan as he shifted slightly, and began tracing down my stomach.

He moved slowly, almost distractedly. Light kisses, soft bites, gentle nuzzles. I felt his tongue flick inside my belly button, then move sideways and linger gently on my side. His body, too, was in barely perceptible motion, shifting his weight, maneuvering around. Turning my head, I could see his prick swaying, a sheen of pre-cum catching the light from the bedside lamp. I wondered what it would taste like, but resisted the temptation. I wanted to see what he was planning, first.

Marty’s mouth was lower now, kissing my stomach, just inches away from my granite-aching cock. He showed no sign of being interested in that, though; one moment he was close enough that a simple twitch would have touched his tongue, the next he was softly biting the top of my leg. Then, as his hand gently cupped my balls, he stopped and looked up at me with an expression of unfathomable innocence. “You're probably going to think I'm an absolute idiot, but - what do I do now?”

“Nothing... you're doing fine,” I whispered, but he didn't move. “No, I mean...” his hand slipped onto my shaft. “I've never...” Again his voice trailed away, and I suddenly understood. “Whatever you want... whatever you think will feel good - for both of us.” I racked my brain for the right words. How do you explain to someone how to suck your cock? “You put it in your mouth and....” No. I tried to play it cool. “Kiss me again like you were doing, but this time don't cover so much ground”

“Like this?” His lips grazed my the base of my shaft, lingered for a moment, then retreated. “Yeah, but a little harder, and a little longer.”

“Like this?” Again I felt his lips there, exactly as I said; a little harder and a little longer. “That's it. Now keep doing that for a moment. See what I taste like, use your tongue a little.” Obediently - that's the only word for it - he began sliding his mouth gently around, occasionally touching the top of my sac, but always stopping just short of the head of my cock.

I was rock hard by now, but his hand kept my cock pressed firmly to my belly, as his tongue began to roam more freely. “Let it go, touch the tip,” I breathed, half-conscious of just how absurd those words sounded, but scarcely caring as his lips finally closed over the end. “That's wonderful,” I sighed. “Don't stop.”

“You're not going to...”

“Cum? No, not yet. I'll let you know.” Much as I would have loved to, I didn't think Marty would appreciate a mouthful of spunk this early in his apprenticeship. But, no sooner had that thought crossed my mind than I almost lost it altogether, as his lips sunk over the tip, over the head, and half my cock disappeared inside his mouth. He held me there for a moment, withdrew and then sunk down again. From the back of his throat, I heard him moan, then gasped with amazement as he licked me again, his tongue sweeping across the top of my cock, then pausing to twirl a little, as though it was trying to burrow inside the hole, and winkle out more of the pre-cum that was now begin to flow so freely. “You like that?” His voice was dancing. “I'm glad. Because I can't believe how delicious you are!”

His head dipped as he took half... more than half of me into his mouth, and then his movements grew more frenzied, fuck-sucking my cock as hard as he could, pausing for a breath, tossing a loose strand of hair from his face, and then taking me deeper every time. Again his cock was right in front of me, so close I could almost taste it, and so wet with his own clear juices that I could have drunk from it. It was too late to stop myself; I reached out and grasped his ass, dragged him over my face and pulled his hardness into my mouth, sucking hard even as I forced my throat to relax around him

My nose grazed his ball bag, and he gave a little groan. But nothing was going to distract his from his new-found pleasure, nothing at all. He slipped off my face with a whispered “you'll get your turn in a moment. But I want to see what you really taste like.”

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CONTENTS INCLUDE STEAMING STARING CONTESTS FROM
Janine Ashbless
Sommer Marsden
Charlotte Stein
Lisette Ashton
David Hawthorne
Rachel Kramer Bussel
Elizabeth Coldwell
Morwenna Drake
Heather Towne
and Chrissie Bentley... and here's a tiny excerpt from a little tale that I called Revenge....

I picked up a cue, stroked my fingers down the shaft. "So, Billy boy, fancy having your ass whupped tonight?"

"Yeah, right." I could feel his little ferrety eyes boring into my cleavage, and I braced my back just a little, to give him a better view.

"Come on. One frame, and I'll tell you what. Winner takes all." I raised one leg, put my foot on the edge of the table. "And I mean all," I smiled, and felt all five pairs of eyes staring into my crotch.

"Go on, Bill, you can take her," one of his cronies smirked. "And then you can take her again. Come on, she's offering it to you on a plate."

Bill was stupid, but he wasn't dumb. "Yeah, but I don't trust her. She's up to something."

"You reckon? Or maybe you're just chicken." I picked up a ball from the table, balanced it on my palm, then traced a fingertip lightly across it.

"Chicken? Around you? Fuck off, Witch Bitch. I just don't trust you, that's all."

"Yeah, you might turn him into a frog or something." That was Butch.

"I might turn you back into a human being if you don't watch yourself," I snapped back, and there was a laugh from the others, despite themselves. "So Bill, are you game? I'll even let you break."

Bill still looked doubtful, but things had gone too far for him to back out. His pride depended upon it. "Okay. But you heard her, guys. Winner takes all. And I warn you, Witch Bitch, I don't go lightly on anyone."

"I wouldn't expect you to, champ," I cooed. "But I'll warn you. Neither do I."

I'll say one thing for Bill. He's not a bad pool player. Unfortunately for him, neither am I. Three years hanging with completely the wrong sort of guy (or so my folks used to complain, when I came home with hickies all over my neck) teaches you a lot of tricks, and playing pool is one of them. So bang-bang-bang and the game was over before Bill
was even warmed up.

I stood silently, still stroking my cue; Bill just glowered, while his disciples watched him uncertainly. The guy's an asshole, and he has an asshole's temper. But tonight he simply shrugged. "Luck. The balls lined up for you. You probably put a hex on them or something." It's funny, he ripped seven shades of shit out of me for being a witch, but
he certainly didn't have any problem believing it.

"Maybe I did," I smiled. "But tell you what. We'll play again, and this time, no tricks, no hexes. You up for it?"

Again he looked uncertain; again it was the nudging and nods of his crowd that made him back down. "Okay. But someone, get me a drink first." "Get me one, too," I snapped. "Pernod and ice, not too much ice."

"She even drinks like a fucking witch," I heard Butch growl. "What the fuck's Pernod?" My God, where do these people come from?

This game went much the same as the last, except this time, Bill barely got started. You know what it's like when every shot you take is the right one, and you've got the ball ricocheting off the cushions, knocking everything down that it's meant to? Even I was surprised how easy it was, and the look on Bill's face was just priceless.

"Okay, so winner takes all, right?" I leaned the cue against the table, walked around to where Bill was standing. It was funny, but his crowd all stepped away as I approached, lining up against the wall like they were scared I was going to eat them or something. Which, had they only known, was sort of what I had in mind. But first, I was going to have my fun.

"Okay, all of you, into the Ladies."

"Fuck you."

"Not if you don't go into the Ladies, you won't!"

"You're shitting us, right?" Bill had a bit of his old swagger back, although I could see he was still unsure of himself. But I smiled and turned the corner, down the corridor to the bathroom. Behind me, I could hear the others following me.

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Rachel Kramer Bussel
Elizabeth Coldwell
Ashley Hind
Primula Bond
Jennie Treverton
Valerie Grey
Penny Birch
and Chrissie Bentley... and here's a tiny excerpt from LOVE BITES

But there were good times as well… such as the first time he ever went down on me. I was absolutely astonished. Of course I knew all about it – like most healthy 17-year-old girls, I’d already read my fair share of articles, and even seen a few dirty movies, hijacked from my girlfriends’ brothers when they were off doing boy-things. But I was certain that those were the only places where guys actually did things like that and, as Lawrence’s tongue traced its way down my belly and thighs, as I realized with amazement that he was closer towards my pussy, I don’t know what shocked me the most - that it was actually happening to me, or that it was happening in such a normal room, in a normal house, in an excruciatingly normal town.

On the street outside, I heard a car drive past. Could the people inside have even dreamed what was occurring just 20 feet and a few walls away from them… could they have ever dreamed that I was lying there with my legs spread, and a tongue teasing around my cunt lips? And would they have believed it if they could?

He brushed my clitoris, and I almost screamed as I felt that nerve-jangling flicking for the first time, and every tiny movement of his lips and tongue sent a new spasm of ecstasy rushing through me. Desperate not to let the moment pass, I asked… begged… Lawrence to bite me there. Harder… please harder. Pleeeeeease.

He bit.

It hurt like hell, and I knew it would continue hurting for days to come; but that was the point. For as long as I could feel the stinging, I’d be able to remember that MY quim had been in HIS mouth, for a few voluptuous moments before he kissed his way back up my belly, then slid his cock inside me.

The memory flashed away, to be replaced by another one. Months passed; and we were fucking regularly, but his teeth remained a hard, sharp focal point of our love-making, long after I lost the need to feel them. In fact, it was getting to the point where I was actually dreading him licking me, because there was very little licking even taking place. Boys get blow-jobs; I was getting bite-jobs, and my pussy was sore and bruised from his attentions.

I suppose I could have asked him to change his tactics, but, like I said, I was young, and worried that if I asked him to stop, he might get angry, and never touch me again. One night, however, was different; one night, he treated me to a true eating-out: Warm, wet and rhythmic, with all the smooth, loving gentleness, and sense-shattering expertise that that entails. And, when I came - for the first time in his face – he clenched my ass and held me tight to his face, so that my frenzied gyrations smeared juice all over him. And, when it was over, and I lay back in absolute bliss, he raised herself and looked me in the eyes. Then he whispered, “you’re delicious.” All I could reply, as I lay in total shock, was “so are you.”

The following week, he dumped me.