Flash

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Flash

Have you ever been in the cries of Flash, unable to think of or act on anything other than increasing the pleasure your own body is already racked with? It's that little pleasure of a tongue licking your nipples that send the rest of your body into the next level of erotica. Only better. Lost, not knowing who or what is where, only knowing that it can't stop and it can't go on.

I was like that not long ago. I had gone to a party with the others, celebrating another world joining the Commonwealth. I was buzzed eager to find out and own a bit of the world. So I felt like I'd try to keep up with the big boys. Feeling all neat and tidy in my blue suit. Feeling like I could equal any of these guys. I stood up at the bar and not only did the shots, but ordered a few myself. I told bawdy jokes and tales of my love life. The only thing I forgot was to stop drinking as the party thinned out. There were just the six of us when the lights finally came on.

Someone suggested we go to a bar, someone else suggested we go back to the ship. But it was me who was acting cool and smoking a cigar. And I was the one to suggest we go to a nice place for a drink - "a place that allows a lady to have something long and slim in her lips." I don't even think I was aware of what I was saying, but I know I made it suggestive.

We ended up at this wonderful hotel on a nearby hill. It was nice and large with a terrace that overlooked the bay. We entered and quickly shucked our coats. There was that nervous moment when everyone was unsure of what to do. And that's when I did it. Big girl with a cigar in her mouth. Making sure the big boys knew who she was dealing with. "Well I guess it's show time. Who's making the drinks? Martinis?" I ordered. Dylan went for the freezer and started shaking. "What about music. What kind of party is this without music?" Rommie started some tunes. And I walked out to the balcony to flash the city. I faced the city and opened my blouse and showed the world my breasts. I could feel the cold air on my nipples and swirl around beneath my skirt. Behind me I could hear drinks being poured, and one was handed to me.

"Hey Beka, aren't you going to show us?" Harper yelled out. They laughed, thinking I wouldn't. But I was out to prove something. I turned around, martini in one hand, cigar in the other, and my breasts squeezed out between the buttons of my blouse. Head back I walked in and sat down. I put one foot up on the coffee table sng tng them a peek, took a sip of my drink and smiled.

"I showed you mine, now show me yours."

There was silence. Everyone stood still. It was the moment I had waited for. I held the power and had pushed the buttons. I felt so good and big and tough. Then Tyr stood up in his suit and walked over to me, martini in hand and slowly undid his pants. The rest howled as his zipper lowered right in front of my face. I handed him my martini and reached up to put a hand on his crotch and felt his hardness. I reached in, not willing to back down and found the slit in his underwear. I took his cock out and ran mnguengue along its bottom. I felt my red lipstick ease its way along his shaft before putting it in my mouth. Then I took it out again and took a puff on my cigar. Blowing smoke on his cock in a slow steady stream opened up floofloodgates in my underwear as I took his cock into my mouth again and slowly began to suck him.

I felt the cigar being taken away and I looked up to see another cock facing me. Below me a hand had already pushed my skirt up as another Dylan knelt between my legs. They toasted one another as my underwear was pulled down my willing thighs and past my calves. I looked up at the two cocks and played them against one another. Rubbing their head together, sucking them deeply into my lips.

I slid my ass to the edge of the seat and let Harpers rough face graze the sides of my thighs. I felt his tongue and fingers invade me. He was gentle yet rough, letting me know who was fucking who. It was delicious. I felt one cock getting ready and then exploding. But that wasn't enough. I kept my lips locked around it for as long as I could, but knew it would be even better if I let some dribble out. So I did. Allowing a thin stream to drip onto my breasts. There was a brief cry from everyone as I took him back into my mouth and tried to bring him back to life. But there were more waiting for me.

He bd upd up and stripped off his remaining clothes and sat, stroking himself as I stood up and crawled onto the coffee table. Trance and Rommie stepped forward, removing my clothes, all except for my skirt, hiking that over my ass, and knelt there. After a momentary purse, they started to suck at my breast. Moving one cock to my opening. I felt it push ips ips apart and move inward. I think my eyes must have turned into my head. It felt that good. as as my mouth opened, I felt another cock move into my lips. I took it deep, as one of my hands was moved to yet another cock. I don't know how long it lasted, I lost count of who was where, but I remember cock after cock filling me, cumming on me. Covering me in white bliss. Trance and Rommie’s eager tongues licking every square inch of me.

I do remember opening my eyes on several occasions and seeing myself on my back my head over the side of the coffee table sucking on someone's slit. Or hanging onto the back of the couch as my pour sex was ravaged by someone and a load from someone else was shot across my face. I remember looking up and screaming for him to fuck me harder. Who? I have no idea. I remember a burning pain as someone entered my anus, my pussy already filled by someone sitting on the couch. And what did I do? Look around for someone, anyone, to suck.

I woke up the next morning, dried cum in my hair and on my body. My pussy, my ass, my breasts; all where sore. And me feeling so delicious, so free, like nothing in the world could stop me.

And it was true. After feeling that, nothing would stand in my way of pleasure again. Even when I got that call to watch my videotape, knowing the blackmail would be a welcome way to explore some more…

The End