PART 15 - The "I" in Imagination
"Oh, you're so gorgeous. I want you to take me right here,"
Bunny Autumns sighed, batting her lashes at the young man who held her tight in
his muscular arms. He was wearing army fatigues. His broad and well-muscled
chest was outlined in every detail under his tight olive T-shirt.
"Right here?" Captain Roy Finnegan said, with a seductive
smile. He looked around the shop but it seemed there were no customers present,
so he pressed his hard body against the petite blonde. Bunny could feel the
man's large erection. It made her hot and moist between her thighs. Bunny and
Roy failed to see Yannika, the young attractive and wealthy owner of the shop
who was watching them through a gap between two copies of Arnheim's "Demon
Compendium", namely volumes H-L and V-Z...
Anya took a sip of tea and frowned. Her last reviews at the writer's net
where she posted her little erotic stories had told her that several of her
readers wanted the character of Roy to propose to Bunny, but Anya didn't really
like him and had planned to have him meet a pretty brutal and humiliating end
as a human guinea pig in some kind of laboratory run by demons in a jungle in
Central Africa... or was it Central America?
After Spike had left Xander had been in a strange mood. Anya had sensed
that Xander was angry, but she couldn't quite make out, why. And Xander wasn't
very forthcoming. And although she had felt his hard-on when she embraced and
kissed him, trying to make up for the argument they had about Spike's presence
in their flat, he had extricated himself from her arms. He had claimed to be
worn out by a stressful shopping trip. Instead of dragging her into the bedroom
pursuing an orgasm or two, he had plopped down on the sofa and turned on the
television. For the past two hours he had been zapping from channel to channel,
never watching a program for longer than fifteen minutes. Irritated by Xander's
erratic behavior she swapped a few instant messages with Willow then she surfed
the net trying - without success - to find a few nice nude pictures of some of
her favorite film stars.
Anya was annoyed that actors did not grace their official websites with
detailed photographs of their physical characteristics. After all, when she
fantasized about one of them she wanted to get the size of his dick right. So,
why were celebrities so secretive about their anatomy? And why didn't her
friends talk about that subject more? Were they really not interested in the
fact that Xander had a very nice and thick penis? And that he was a Viking in
the sack? Why did Buffy have to drink lots of tequila before revealing
interesting facts like Riley's nine inches. She made a mental note to include
those measurements somewhere in her story.
Anyway, since Xander had shown no signs of becoming more sociable she
had decided to work on her latest story. And so far she was quite pleased with
her progress.
"Yes, Roy, I can't wait," Bunny breathed. Yannika watched as
Bunny's hands cupped the tight soldier's ass. The blonde pulled Roy towards her
and rubbed herself against his crotch. "Oh Bunny," the young man
exclaimed. He slid his hands underneath the girl's tank top and pulled it over
her head, then he removed her black lace bra to reveal small but firm breasts.
Bunny's nipples were already hard and sensitive. When Roy pinched them Bunny
groaned with pleasure.
Yannika felt her breath quicken. Her skin was crawling with
anticipation. She felt her sex growing hot and moist. She watched as Bunny
fumbled with the soldier's belt and buttons, pushing down his camouflage pants
so that they landed on the floor. His white regulation army boxers soon
followed, allowing Yannika a good view of a pair of firm and muscular buttocks.
Anya paused and picked up her Thesaurus to look up a word. Then she
moved upwards to an earlier paragraph and turning 'muscular arms' into
'athletic arms'. She looked at Xander. He had just zapped to the Discovery
Channel where a narrator revealed interesting insights into homosexuality among
Bono apes. Anya was disappointed when Xander zapped onwards to a sports channel
that was running a wrestling program but decided not to pursue the matter. She
turned back towards her computer.
Meanwhile Bunny hurriedly removed her black lace panties (they went with
the bra and were not only extremely sexy but had also been a bargain). Roy
stuck his hands under her skirt, grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. He
turned around a bit and positioned his lover on a table, hastily pushing a few
inexpensive books out of the way. So far, he had stood with his back to
Yannika, but now she could see him from the side. Yannika gasped when she
caught sight of Roy's large cock, as it proudly jutted forward, eager to plunge
into the depth of Bunny's tight opening. Nine inches of hardened flesh.
Anya smiled. Time to bring in another character.
Suddenly, Yannika heard a light clinking and scraping sound, as if a
chain was being dragged across the floor. Before she could turn around a hand
pressed itself against her mouth, muffling her cry of surprise. A strong arm
was slung around her waist and a hand was gripping her left wrist, thus pinning
both her arms to her sides. Yannika knew this could only be Stick Williams, the
escaped convict she had been hiding in the basement of her shop. He had begged
her to help him and promised her half of the hidden spoils of three bank
robberies. Besides, he was very sexy in a lean and hard kind of way and he had
looked at her with the hunger of a man who hadn't had a woman in several years.
Yannika didn't know why she didn't hand him over to the police in exchange for
a monetary reward and possible news coverage, which would be great publicity
for her shop. Especially since she was very happily married to a very strong,
loving and tireless husband, who hardly ever failed to please her sexually.
Yannika felt the bank robber's lean body pressing against her ass. She
was very much aware of the hard bulge that was grinding into the small of her
back. Her heart was racing, but she was not afraid. She had a black belt in
karate and kung fu, she knew she could defend herself if she wanted to. A face
pressed itself against hers, so that they were both cheek to cheek, looking in
the same direction. They both watched as Roy Finnegan positioned his hard
member and slowly pushed forward, moaning loudly as he entered Bunny's tight
hot channel. "Oh yes," Bunny exclaimed breathlessly.
"Oh yes," a husky voice murmured in her ear, mirroring her
thoughts exactly. The hand that held Yannika's wrist relinquished its hold of
her. Instead it slid to her hip and then began to wander upwards, sneaking
under her blouse and cupping her left breast. Even through the lace of her bra,
Stick's touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body. "Do you want me
to stop?" Stick whispered hoarsely as he began to gently squeeze her
breast and circle her nipple with his thumb. Yannika shook her head. Of course
not. She knew he was bad. But she had wanted him from the moment she set eyes
on him. And she had known that he felt the same.
The hand on Yannika's mouth was slowly withdrawn and the pressure from
behind eased off. Instead, Yannika felt a hand lifting her skirt and tugging at
her panties. The string snapped. The expensive undergarment was tossed aside
before strong fingers dipped south between her thighs. She could have screamed
for help now, but instead she turned her eyes away from the panting and moaning
couple before her to the face right beside her. Stick turned towards her. His
dark blue eyes were made darker by his intense desire. He was very attractive,
his hair was still wet and smelled of the peroxide she had used to bleach his
hair. He greedily pressed his lips on hers, plundering her mouth with his hot
tongue, tasting her. Their kiss didn't last long though, because Bunny's
lustful cries turned their attention back to the interlocking bodies before
them.
"Oh Roy, this is so good, oh yes!" Bunny exclaimed again and
again, as her stalwart boyfriend pounded into her. Roy held her by the hips and
with every thrust he yanked her towards him. He slowly picked up speed, his
face a mask of concentration. With every stroke, Bunny inhaled sharply through
clenched teeth. Roy was like a machine,
ramming her over and over again.
As Stick's fingers found Yannika's wet clit, her knees almost buckled.
She tried to find some kind of hold on the bookshelf in front of her, nearly
knocking the valuable merchandise down. A few strokes and she was panting
heavily. She was ready for him. "I'm gonna make you come so hard,"
Stick breathed into her ear, "you won't know what hit you." Suddenly,
his hands were gone. Then she heard the slight jingle of a belt being unbuckled.
A moment later she felt his throbbing hardness straining against her. At his
urging she spread her thighs and bent forward. She felt the roundness of his
tip pressing against her juicy opening, as he was taking aim. And then Stick
drove his huge rock hard shaft into her wet crevice, filling her completely.
"Oh God," he groaned. "Oh yeah!"
Stick paused a moment, but then he began to move in steady thrusts,
sliding in and out of her while holding her hips with both hands. At first his
movements were slow, but soon he was
slamming into her in the same rhythm that Roy was using to pound into Bunny.
Yannika tried not to make a sound, but it was getting increasingly
difficult. Instead, she whispered and
moaned quietly, "Yes, oh, yes, Stick, yes... yes... I'm going to..."
She knew her pleasure moment was just a few thrusts away. From the sound of it
Stick wasn’t far behind. "Come on, luv," he whispered hoarsely,
"it’s all for you..."
Anya realized that she had been staring at the computer screen instead
of writing for several minutes. She was feeling all hot and bothered, not much
like typing anymore. She could always finish her story tomorrow. Fantasy was
great, real sex was better. She'd find a way to make Xander have sex with her.
He didn't stand a chance against her.