Whiskey for a Parched Man (Duet/Collaboration)

Look at the me eyes refuse to see
Passion pulsing in amber sparks
Hidden in my words, inked secrets
Not meant to deceive, only appease

With clarity found in the pools of amber
where secrets lay hidden in plain sight
Your eyes say more than your lips can speak
if one takes the time to read them

Beware those whiskey depths as they tempt
More than a sip and one can drown
Regrets, fears and forbidden fantasies
Swirl in the silent pleas I swallow down

Then drown me in your sorrows,
forbidden fantasies and temptations,
let them dance across the tongue
of a man, parched with need

© AC Elliott, 31-May-18

Earlier today another blogger/writer (who wished to remain anonymous) asked me if I would be willing to do a collaboration (duet) with them. It couldn’t have come at a better time, as I am struggling with my own version of writer’s block right now. The above was the result of our collaborative efforts (my lines are in italics). We hope you enjoyed it.


A Sticky Situation (Part 6) (Mature 18+)

I returned to the comfort of my office and tried my best to shake the images of those three lovely young girls naked in the hot tub. However, no matter what, I was unable to concentrate on my work. After about 30 minutes of trying, I decided enough was enough, shut down my computer and went downstairs to check on the girls.

When I got to the deck, I was surprised to find the only one left in the tub was Chelsea. She was sitting on the edge of the tub, letting her feet soak in the water. Her naked body looked radiant in the morning sun. Even from the distance I was standing, I could see the chilly morning air had caused her nipples to stiffen and stand out straight and hard.

“Where’s the twins?” I asked her.

She looked up, startled at first, and then smiled a little smile. “They decided to go to school anyway since you wouldn’t play along.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied as she slipped back into the water. “They only wanted to see if you would join us. I told them you wouldn’t, but they wanted to try anyway.”

“Well, it is probably for the best.”

“Yep,” she replied, sinking lower into the water. “So, are you going to join me or not?”

“What?” I asked.

“Join me,” she said with a sly grin. “I know that’s why you came back down here. It wasn’t to check and see if we were cooking or anything.”

I looked around, and thought about for a second. Not for the first time I was thankful that I had a high fence, and the tub was at the back of the house. Even with the screened-in porch, one could get a solid view if it weren’t for the other barriers.

“Come on,” she pouted, once more giving me her best innocent look.

Sighing, I stripped off my clothes and slipped into the water with her. I have to admit, the heat felt wonderful again my skin. It had been quite some time since I was actually in the hot tub, let alone naked in it and with a young lady sitting across from me.

“See,” she giggled. “It wasn’t so hard. Or is it? Hard… that is.”

“Chelsea…” I began.

“I know, I know,” she pouted again. “I said ‘just this once’. But can I at least come sit with you?”

There wasn’t much I could do to stop her. She stood up in the tub, letting my eyes behold her young, firm breasts. Rivulets of water dripped off her near perfect skin. Her nipples stood hard, erect, pointing directly at me. The way she was biting her lip let me know that they were stiff from more than just the cool air too.

She stepped up and straddled my legs, placing those beautiful breasts right in line with my mouth. As she swayed some, I watched her breasts wiggle, and then kept my eyes fastened on them as she took slow breaths in and out. The way they rose and fell had me hard in record time.

“Suck them,” she whispered.

“Chelsea…” I moaned.

“Just this once…” she whispered again, pressing her chest against my face.

My hands instinctively went up to her breasts, grasping both of them with each hand. They were so soft, pliable, yet firm at the same time. I brushed her nipples with my thumbs, looking up and watching as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip again. She looked so sexy… how could I deny her?

Leaning forward I pulled one of her nipples between my lips. I listened to her moan softly, as my tongue flicked across the sensitive nub. Spreading my lips wider, I began sucking in as much of her tit as I could into my mouth. All the while, my tongue made lazy circles on her flesh.

Sliding my hands down her waist, I held her at her hips, suckling on her breasts. I began alternating back and forth, sucking on them, biting them and licking them. The sound of her soft moans was like music to my ears and I couldn’t get enough of her young body.

“Touch me, please,” I heard her plead, spreading her legs slightly.

I didn’t even bother to object, sliding my right hand down between her legs. My fingers found her pussy lips straightaway, and I traced them with my index finger and thumb. I parted her lips gently, running my finger up her slit until I found her stiff little nub. I knew I hit pay dirt, when I pinched it between my fingers and she all but collapsed on me.

“Oh…my…god,” she whispered into my ear breathlessly as my fingers slid into her pussy while I flicked her clit with my thumb.

Her hand shot down between my legs, grasping my throbbing cock and furiously stroking me while I fingered her tight pussy. It was a heady experience, to say the least. I wasn’t certain which was hotter, her or the hot tub.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged.

I stood up abruptly, lifting her up with me as I stood. Sitting her down on the edge of the tub, I took a good long look at her pussy for the first time. I battled with whether to dive in and taste her, or just go ahead and fuck her like she begged for me to do. She made my decision for me, climbing out of the tub and climbing up on a chair adjacent to the tub. Her ass stuck out, inviting me to slip into her from behind.

I don’t think I had moved so fast in my life, or at least for as long as I could remember. Stepping up behind her, I guided the tip of my cock to her moist opening. Looking down on her young body, open and ready for me, I hesitated. My mind battled with whether I should do this or not. After all, she was still young, impressionable, her whole family lived in my house, and her mom had ridden my cock just the night before.

“Just this once,” she mewed again. “I promise… just fuck me…”

In the end, I really didn’t need any encouragement, but I took it none-the-less. My cockhead pushed between her pussy lips, sliding in with ease as her soft canal embraced my hard shaft. She was so hot, and wet, as I slowly filled her inch by precious inch.

Grabbing her hips, I pressed myself as deeply into her as I could. My feet were raised up onto my tiptoes, as I pushed just a little bit further into her. Her head shot back as she let out a guttural moan and shoved back against me hard. The force of her thrust nearly knocked me off my feet as her ass slammed into me.

“Oh… fuck!” she shouted. “Do it! Fuck me and fuck me hard!”

I reached up and grabbed her hair with my right hand, still maintaining a hold on her hip with my left. She groaned and yelped as I pulled her head back by her hair, and began to piston my hips back and forth. My cock slammed into her tight body repeatedly, bottoming out as she thrust backwards to meet me.

I watched as her ass bounced and jiggled with each forceful impact. The sounds of our mutual moaning and bodies slapping resonated in the air. I couldn’t help but wonder if any of the neighbors were outside, listening to us rutting like animals in heat.

“Harder,” she yelled. “Faster!”

Our bodies were like a whir of machinery. There was no stopping us as we both slammed into one another repeatedly. The feeling of pussy sliding up and down my hard shaft felt wonderful, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I slipped over the proverbial edge.

“Chelsea…” I moaned, as I grew closer to the point of no return.

“Cum on me,” she growled. “Spray my ass with your hot cum.”

“Oh shit,” I moaned, pulling out just as I was beginning to cum. Large white ropes of cum shot from my cockhead, spraying her backside. She slipped off the chair and swung around, catching the last bit of cum in the face. Pulling me into her mouth, she sucked the remaining bit from me, squeezing me and milking me of all my fluids.

“Mmmm,” she whispered. “Thanks for the snack.”

With that, she stood up, grabbed her clothes and left me standing naked on the porch. A part of me felt used, but at that point I really didn’t care. Shaking my head and clearing the fog that was in my brain, I slipped on my shorts and shut down the tub.

Maybe now I could finally get some work done…


Any thought of getting work done was pretty much ruined. The entire rest of the day left me wondering just what the hell I was doing. On one hand I had a beautiful young woman that was obviously using me for her enjoyment. On the other hand I had a beautiful woman (who just happened to be the mom of the young woman), that was probably the oldest friend my deceased wife had, who was sneaking into my room at night. Not to mention the fact that I wasn’t certain she was even sober when she came into my room.

I didn’t even want to think about the twins. Those two just seemed to be a handful no matter what. While they looked fun, I was willing to bet that they would fuck me into an early grave given the chance. No… I was steering clear of those two, I already had enough problems with their mom and sister. So, instead of getting any work done, I found myself reflecting on the situation I was in and wondering on exactly how I could get out of it.

Sometime around 5pm, I heard the front door open up and heard Janet yell hello up the stairs. Shortly afterwards, I heard the sound of Chelsea bopping downstairs to greet her mother. Not exactly certain on what to do, I just sat there and waited for a bit. Soon, I heard a knock on my office door.

“Come in,” I said, and watched as the door opened to reveal Janet standing on the other side.

“How was your day?” she asked cheerfully.

“For the most part pretty good, and yours?”

“Work is work,” she replied with a smile, coming in and taking a seat across from me.

We made small talk for several minutes. I was wondering if the topic would come up, but neither one of us brought up the night before. Since she didn’t bring it up, I wasn’t going to either. Regardless, it was a pleasant conversation filled with easy laughter as we talked about our work.

At some point we heard the twins arrive and Janet took her leave. I watched as she walked away, wondering if I was going to be treated to another midnight visit from her that night. Truthfully, I was hoping that I would, but I was perplexed at how she didn’t seem the slightest bit awkward about the night before.


Dinner went smashingly, with all the ladies working to pull something together from what seemed like nothing to eat. I must admit, having them around was probably going to put about 2 inches on my waist line. Unless, of course, they continued to work it off of me in other ways.

“How was the hot tub?” Janet asked Chelsea at some point during the meal, causing me to almost choke on my food.

“Great, mom,” Chelsea replied enthusiastically.

“Yeah,” Julie added. “Todd was nice enough to show how to turn on the jets. Right Todd?”

“Yep,” was all I could manage to say; not wanting to be trapped in whatever game they were trying to play.

“Well, now that you have broken it in, maybe the adults need to try it out next.”

“Mom,” Chelsea said. “I am an adult too, ya know?”

“Oh,” Janet replied quizzically, raising her eyebrows. “Really? Since when?”

“I am 18 years old,” Chelsea pouted. “I am an adult. Right Todd?”

“Leave me out of this,” I replied, throwing my hands up defensively.

“When you either get a job, or go to college, and try to accomplish something. Then, and only then, will I say you are an adult,” said Janet emphatically, bringing the discussion to a close.


Sometime around midnight, I was once again awoken by the sound of my bedroom door opening up. I opened my eyes to see Janet staggering into the room half naked. Her nightgown was open and I could see her voluminous breasts spilling out from behind the folds.

“Shhh,” she motioned, raising her finger to her lips.

I watched as she approached my bed, and pulled the sheet back that was covering the lower half of my body. As per my norm, I was completely nude in the bed, having forgone the wearing of clothes to bed many years before. Her eyes immediately went to my flaccid cock, and I watched as she licked her lips like she was gazing on her favorite snack.

She didn’t say a word as she climbed on the bed and pushed my legs apart. I felt her hands slide up my inner thighs, culminating at my crotch, where she gently cupped my balls in the palm of her hand. She rolled each ball gently between her fingers, exploring me gently. Her hot breath blew against my ballsack, causing my shaft to begin to twitch with arousal.

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned approvingly as my cock grew hard before her eyes. “Very nice.”

I felt her tongue snake out and tentatively lick my balls. She took one between her lips and sucked on it gently, while her hand reached up to grasp my shaft. It was my turn to moan quietly as she alternated between sucking on my balls and stroking my now hard cock.

“Oh shit,” I moaned, as her tongue snaked lower and licked my asshole. I could feel her tongue sliding up and down my anus, penetrating me slightly, while she continued to stroke my cock. The feeling was unbelievable, and I don’t think anyone had ever done that to me before.

She was down there just long enough to drive me crazy, and then she was back to sucking and licking my balls. All the while, she steadily stroked my cock, giving me an absolutely wonderful handjob. In fact, if she kept it up, I would soon be spraying cum all over my own mid-section.

Janet must have sensed that as well, because she released my balls from between her lips and slowly licked up the underside of my shaft. Her lips parted as she reached the crown, wrapping around the head and pulling me between her lips.

I just about had to cover my face with a pillow to keep from moaning too loud when she deep throated my steel hard cock. I kid you not when I say I could just about feel her tongue brush against my balls. She just held me there, sucking on me like I was a giant straw and continued to massage my balls gently.

Pulling her lips back until just the head was between her lips, she wrapped her hand back around my shaft and began pumping me. Her mouth and hand worked as one as she steadily slid her mouth up and down my cock, while slowly stroking me at the same time. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, licking me here, there and everywhere.

As the pre-cum began to ooze from my cockhead, she eagerly lapped it up and continued sucking me faster. Her hand was like a blur, sliding up and down my slick cock while she kept just the tip between her lips. The feeling was exquisite as I approached my orgasm, her free hand continued to caress my heavy balls only adding to the feeling.

“Janet…” I moaned softly.

She knew I was about to cum, removing her hand and deep throating me just as I exploded. I could feel the back of her throat as she swallowed my heavy load. The feeling was intense as I continued to explode in her mouth repeatedly.

“Mmmm,” she said when she pulled me out of her mouth after I finally quit cumming. She squeezed my shaft and pulled up, coaxing out what little fluid I still had left in balls. Her tongue lapped up the bubble of cum that formed, the feeling sending another shockwave of pleasure up my spine.

“Thank you,” she said, sliding off the bed and staggering to the door.

Again, she left me feeling satisfied, but confused at the same time.


The next morning I awoke to an empty house. There was absolutely no one around, and for once I was grateful. I managed to actually get some work done, despite the confusion from the night before. Actually, working helped me to push the confusion to the back burner, which was probably for the best.

Around mid-day, I decided to run to town and drop my reports off in the mail. While at the post office I spotted Janet’s ex-husband lingering outside the building. Not certain that it was me he was actually waiting for, I took my time, hoping the man would just disappear. No such luck…

“Hey, Todd,” the oily looking man said as I walked towards my car.

“Edward,” I nodded towards him in hello, not stopping as I continued towards my car.

“Todd,” he repeated my name, placing his hand on my door to keep me from opening it.

“What do you want, Ed?” I sighed, turning to look at the man.

“Listen,” he said with a grimace. “I don’t know what she has told you, but it isn’t what you think.”

“What,” I said sarcastically. “You really did have a job you were going to, and you really weren’t on all fours getting fucked by a guy friend of yours?”

“Ok, ok,” he said, raising his hands defensively. “Perhaps some of that is correct.”

“Then, what is the problem?”

“I just wanted to give you a friendly warning, man,” he replied with a look of defeat in his eyes.

“What kind of warning? Are you threatening me?” I said, beginning to grow a little hot under the collar.

“No, no, not that,” the man said, with obvious fear in his eyes. “I wouldn’t threaten you, man.”

“Then what is it?”

“Has she started it yet?”

“Started what?” I asked, blinking at him in confusion.

“Fucking with your mind, man. Has she started her games with you yet?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Ed. You are obviously high on something right now, and I suggest you get out of my way before I move you.”

“Ok, fine,” he replied hotly. “But don’t say I didn’t try to warn ya. The bitch is evil man. She will fuck your body and then fuck your mind up!”

I climbed into the car as he continued to rant and rave about how she was going to ruin me. Putting the car into gear, I backed up and pulled off. I watched him grow smaller in the distance, but my mind was on what he had just said.

“She will fuck your body and then fuck your mind up,” I repeated to myself, then shook my head, not wanting to believe a word the high, oily man had to say.

(To be continued)

The Too Real Dream

I recently had a waking dream
that was a delight to my senses
taking me to a place I’d rather be
where I could peacefully lay back
resting on a vibrant, lush meadow
watching the fish jump in the water.

I could hear the rush of the water,
and it seemed to real to be a dream,
with the lushness carpeting the meadow
tickling my bare body and my senses.
The grass, like fingers running along my back
making it a comforting place to be.

In fact, there was nowhere I wanted to be
than lying there naked by the water
and I hoped that nothing would take me back
or bring an end to this beautiful dream.
For nothing could be as delightful to my senses
as lying there on that peaceful, lush meadow.

The peacefulness felt in the meadow
had me as relaxed as I could ever be.
I felt alive! With nothing to dull my senses
I decided to slip into the water
and take full advantage of the dream
before reality could pull me back.

The water felt cool against my back.
It tickled my flesh just like the meadow,
making it seem more real, and less a dream.
It felt like a place I was supposed to be,
where I could be cleansed by the water
that was purifying my senses.

A coolness washed over my senses
calming me, before reality called me back
and pulled me roughly out of the water.
I watched with dismay, as the meadow
grew smaller, disappearing below me
signaling the end to my beautiful dream.

The waters touch had purified my senses
and so, the dream that was too real calls me back
to lie the meadow, where I am supposed to be.
© AC Elliott, 2014

*Written using the Sestina poetry form.

Walking on Clouds (Thoughts from a Plane)

I was recently on a flight to NYC for some meetings. That trip ended up being one of the longest trips of my life, filled with so many delays, I was beginning to feel like I was stuck in a bad movie. But, that is a story for another day. I made it through it, even though that one day trip turned into 48 hours of weary wakefulness.

At any rate, while I was on the plane heading to NYC, I took some time to look out the window and think. While I was thinking, I pulled out my pad of paper and began writing. Although I write almost constantly, it almost always done on the computer where it is easier for me to edit…plus, I can actually read what I wrote, lol.

Anyways…this is the result of that hour or so of contemplation…


The clouds looked like white fluffy islands on an immense blue sea. Seeing them, took me back to my youth, where I spent a great deal of time flying from one place to another. Even then, I was fascinated by clouds, and perhaps, lost in the fantasy of the giants that lived in them. Now, as a much, much older adult, I could still imagine stepping out onto them and feeling them spring beneath my feet as I walked.

I wondered what it would feel like if I could actually walk on them. Would my feet sink down into them, making my heart race with each step? Uncertain of the stability. Fearful of the fall.

That’s how it is with life though, isn’t it? Each step we take is a gamble. There is a chance of finding stable footing, but, also a chance that we might fall. We fear that fall, and sometimes, rightly so. Because of that fear, we stay rooted in the known and the routine. That is, until someone comes along and gives us a shove. Only then, do our feet begin to move, and yet still, though moving, they are not moving of their own accord.

More often, than not, those moving feet (after the shove) are more like stumbles than anything else. We blunder through whatever it is we’re facing until we learn exactly where, and how, to step. At some point, we may even earn our footing (or gain our sea legs), so to speak. Then, once more, we will find ourselves rooted in the known, fearful of the unknown…until the next big shove.


Clouds appear solid
until, you’re shoved onto one,
and it’s hard to find your footing
when you are afraid.
Afraid, of just taking that first step,
and stumbling into something new.
© AC Elliott, 29-May-18

A Sticky Situation (Part 5) (Mature 18+)

Although the sun was steadily streaming into my room the next morning, it wasn’t the radiant light that ultimately woke me up. Instead it was the sound of soft giggling from across the room. I opened up my eyes to see all three girls standing in my doorway. As to what had them giggling, well, it could only be my morning wood that was standing proudly at attention.

I grabbed my pillow and threw it across my waist in a feeble attempt to hide my raging erection. This only served to elicit more giggles from the trio as they stood there gaping at me. My emotions flew back and forth between annoyance and being turned on, which did nothing but cause my stomach to flip-flop.

“What do you girls want?” I grumbled sleepily.

“Mama went to work,” piped up one of the twins. “She said to get you up when breakfast was ready.”

At the mention of ‘getting me up’ the other two began laughing all over again. If the pillow weren’t covering my still very erect cock, I probably would have thrown it at the bunch of them. Instead I just shot them a look of annoyance.

“Well, I am up,” I growled.

“Obviously,” Chelsea replied and then began laughing uncontrollably.

“Get out of here, you three,” I growled at them.

All three of them backed out of the room, slowly, deliberately taking longer than they should. Before closing the door behind them, I couldn’t help but notice Chelsea give me a sly wink. Things were going to definitely be different around the house from now on.


I came down the stairs to the smell of fresh bacon frying in the pan. All three girls were working harmoniously in the kitchen, frying bacon, scrambling eggs, making toast and setting the plates. I could tell the three of them were used to working together in the kitchen, and I took delight in watching them work.

Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sat down at the bar while they finished getting everything ready. The twins were still in their clothes from the night before and Chelsea was wearing a night shirt that fell to just below her ass. It was hard not to watch all their womanly parts jiggle and bounce as they worked, and it was equally as hard not to get turned on by the sight.

After the night before, I felt that it was more than wrong to be looking at the three of them that way. It was especially true if something continued to blossom between myself and their mother. However, I was still uncertain as to Janet’s motivation for the night before. Did she want a relationship, or was she just looking for a one-time release? I didn’t know, but I was curious to find out.

“What time do you go to class?” I asked the girls while we ate the breakfast they so nicely put together for us.

“11 am,” both twins replied at the same time.

“What about you?” I asked, pointing to Chelsea.

“Oh, I am not in school right now. Taking a break, but I will start in the Spring semester.”

“Oh…” I replied hesitantly, wondering if I would be stuck in the house with the little nymph the rest of the day. “What are your plans for the day?”

“Just thought I would hang out here today, and maybe enjoy the hot tub.”

I groaned inwardly, knowing that she would likely be enjoying the hot tub in the nude. Despite her insistence of “just this once”, I had a strong feeling that she had other things in mind.

“Oooh, the hot tub sounds grand,” cooed one of the twins.

“It sure does,” chimed in the other.

“Fuck school!” they both exclaimed at the same time, and then burst into laughter.

“Hot tub!” all three of them shouted and then raced to enclosed deck.

“Girls,” I muttered, shaking my head and downing the last of my coffee.


“Hey Todd,” Chelsea called out as I walked past the door to the deck.

“Yeah?” I called back.

“Why isn’t this thing bubbling right?”

“You probably didn’t turn on the jets. Did you set the timer?”


“Guess not,” I muttered and walked into the screened in deck.

It was a chilly fall morning, and perfect for being in the hot tub. I couldn’t help but think the girls had the right idea about soaking in there for a while. Perhaps my work could wait just a little bit longer, I thought to myself.

I glanced to towards the hot tub when I walked in, and found all three young ladies lounging in the hot water. At least they had managed to get the heat turned on, I thought to myself, watching as the steam rolled off the water. The pile of clothes on the floor told me all I needed to know, so I wasn’t the least bit surprised when I walked up to the tub and found them all relaxing nude.

I didn’t even bother to try to hide looking down on them when I stepped up next to the tub. The twins were relaxing side-by-side, their identical bodies a mirror image of one another. Their large, pale breasts were like buoy’s floating in the water, topped with matching large pink areolas and thick nipples. (The latter making me think of their mom from the night before). Through the clear water, I could see their matching tufts of red hair poking from between their legs.

Chelsea looked even better today than she had yesterday afternoon. I guess it was something about the surreal nature of having them all naked in the same tub. Whatever it was, it definitely had me turned on and I could feel myself growing harder every second I was in their presence. All I wanted to do was get that timer turned on and make a quick exit.

“Joining us?” the twins said in unison.

“Not like that,” I replied, pointing to their nude forms.

“Oh, come on,” Chelsea pleaded, giving me her best innocent puppy dog look.

“Why not?” asked one of the twins.

“Because, it wouldn’t be right for me to join you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am old enough to be your daddy, that’s why.”

“But you’re not…” said the other twin.

“Not, what?”

“Not our daddy,” the other twin completed the first twin’s thoughts.

“Listen,” I said with a sigh. “Which of you is which? How do I know who I am talking to?”

“I’m Jessica,” said the one on the right.

“I’m Julie,” said the other.

“Ok, sure, but how do I know without you telling me.”

“Easy,” said Chelsea. “Jessica is the one with the birthmark.”

“Birthmark?” I said slightly confused. I couldn’t remember seeing any birthmark.

“Yeah,” replied Jessica standing up in the water and turning around.

She crawled onto the edge of the tub and I was treated to a perfect view of her backside. Jessica’s full round ass looked so inviting, and the way her pussy lips jutted from between her thighs was absolutely delicious. I could see her puffy, pink folds with water literally dripping off of them. Sure enough, on the right asscheek was a prominent birthmark.

“Ehhmm,” I cleared my throat. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

All three of them laughed out loud as Jessica settled back into the hot tub. Once more her large breasts keep her afloat as she lay back in the water. Reaching over to the side, I set the jets to run for 10 minutes.

“After 10 minutes, you girls need to get out for a bit. I wouldn’t want to come back and find you cooked later.”

“Come back!?” Jessica said with a sad voice. “You really won’t stay?”

“Nope,” I replied and somehow forced myself to walk away from the tub.

(To be continued)

Sublime Release

Our bodies covered by cascading water
It’s a truly invigorating feeling
When the hot water is made even hotter
By you sliding down before me and kneeling
Clasping my hard shaft tightly between your lips
Caressing my balls with your soft fingertips
When like this, you can do with me as you please
As long as I’m brought to that sublime release
©AC Elliott, 2014

*Written in Strambotto Romagnuolo poetry form

A Sticky Situation (Part 4) (Mature 18+)

All three girls were lounging in the living room when I walked in. The twins were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, leaving a cushion free between the two of them. They had changed into matching outfits, pink sleeveless t-shirts and matching plaid boy shorts. One of them, I’m not sure which, had her hands folded behind her head. Her shirt was pulled so tightly across her chest that it might as well not even been there to begin with. All I could see were the sides of her full breasts and her thick nipples protruding from her shirt.

Chelsea was sitting in the loveseat. Well, more like lying across the loveseat, with her legs draped over one side and her head on the other. She hadn’t bothered to change, so I assumed she was in the chosen attire for the night. Not that I was complaining or anything.

“Hey, Uncle Todd,” beamed the twin that had her hands behind her head. Much to my dismay, she lowered her hands, and patted on the cushion next to her and her sister. “Come sit with us. We’re looking for something good to watch on TV.”

I thought about it for a fraction of a second, and then turned them down. I suddenly realized that I was more tired than I originally thought, and the idea of trying to control myself around three young girls with raging hormones made me even more tired. Thankfully, none of them insisted, and I was able to make my exit gracefully.

Once in my room, I stripped and lay back on the bed. I had thought about ‘taking care of business’ but that thought quickly faded as sleep overtook me. Apparently, all that flying, coupled with getting my cock sucked and a good home cooked meal had taken a toll on me. Within seconds I was sound asleep and lost in dream land.


I am not certain what time it was, but a sound in my room caused me to wake up. I was still lying on my back, as naked as the day I was born. The street light outside provided just enough lighting for me to see someone standing in the room next to my bed. Startled, I nearly shouted out, but a small hand covered my mouth to stifle the noise.

“Shhh…” the feminine voice cautioned me. “We don’t want the others to know I am in here.”

“Janet…” I began. “What are you…”

My words were cut off as she guided my hand between her legs. I could feel her bare pussy lips under my fingers, her moistness causing them to become wet at the slightest touch. Just realizing that she was completely naked, standing next to me, was enough to get my own loins stirring as I grew hard instantaneously.

“Shhh…” she whispered again. “You need this as much as I do.”

Sliding onto the bed with me, she didn’t waste any time with foreplay. Instead, she straddled my waist, grasped my hard cock with her soft hand and guided me into her moist opening. Settling back on me, I felt her pussy stretch and take me all the way in. There was an intense heat between her legs unlike anything I could remember experiencing.

She leaned forward, letting her large breasts rake across my bare chest as she slowly began riding my cock. I could smell the faint scent of wine on her breath, which made me wonder exactly how much she had to drink before coming into my room. It really didn’t matter at that moment though, as I was lost in her downward thrusts on my throbbing manhood.

Placing my hands on her massive breasts, I pulled them up to my mouth. Her nipples were like large, stiff, yet pliable erasers. I wanted more than anything to see her completely naked in the light, but for now I was happy enough to have her the way I did. Pulling her right nipple between my lips, I began to suck on it, nibbling her sensitive nub at the same time.

She moaned, increasing the speed of her downward thrusts. Seeing that she liked that, I pulled the other nipple between my fingers and pinched down on it lightly. Her head flew back as she stifled a guttural moan, trying her best to keep the noise level at a minimum. I was enjoying myself immensely, feeling her hot, slippery pussy sliding up and down my thick shaft while alternating between sucking and pinching her nipples.

“Todd,” she whispered loudly. “Fuck… I’m going to cum!”

“Me too,” I whispered back almost as loudly.

That was all she needed to hear, as she thrust down one last time. Her body began to shake and quiver, as I felt her pussy lips clamp tightly around my shaft. Simultaneously, I began to erupt deep within her, shooting my hot cum deep into her body. Both of us reveled in the feelings of mutual bliss, letting our bodies ride out the orgasm in an intense silence.

When our orgasms passed, she leaned down and whispered, “Thank you.”

Pulling herself off of my still hard cock, she picked up her robe and staggered to the door. I am not certain if the staggering was from the orgasm, or the amount of wine she had consumed. Whichever it was, I was left there, in the silence of my room recovering from our blissful interlude.

(To be continued)