Show me the Royalties!

"Pin-up" is my first publication where I earn royalties! It's kind of exciting. What isn't exciting is it's 35% of 2 bucks for e-book sold...I have to sell a lot of e-books.

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Dressing up like a cheap floozy in a Santa’s helper costume over the holidays, is not Candice’s idea of a good time. But family medical bills make it necessary for her to be ogled by the horny fathers’ of snot nosed kids wanting to sit on Santa’s lap. What she didn’t count on was wanting to ogle someone herself. More than ogle. Gina, the portrait photographer, capturing the mayhem from behind her lens, had more than a fantasy running through Candice’s head, but a full on porno.

When Gina asks if Candice wants to pose for her pin-up calendar, Candice can hardly refuse. But can she keep this a professional working relationship? She hopes not.

The perfect stocking stuffer! Make your sweetie want to give you a special holiday delivery!

Found (Working Title) (FF)

Okay my perverted fans! Help please...with the title. Let me know what you think. Thanks!

FOUND

Copyright © 2009 by Crystal Barela

Bennie froze, lifting her wet hands into the air from where she knelt at the creek. Her heart beat triple time. It was a sign of Di’s skill as a hunter that Bennie hadn’t heard her approach until she cocked her gun.

“Still wearing Sugar?” she asked. The familiar sweet musk floated to her nostrils. More than two years ago, Bennie had gone on the run, the scent of Di’s perfume still clinging to the sweat on her skin.

“Nothing else to say, Ben?” Di asked; close enough for her to whisper.

“Sorry—” Pain shot through the back of Bennie’s head as she found herself face down in the dirt, Di’s gun in her short spiked hair, and her knee on Bennie’s back.

“I loved you!” Di hissed. Her sweet breath on her cheek. Juicyfruit gum. How could she find that hot?

“Di—”

“Shut up—”

With a twist of her hips, Bennie flipped over into the creek, pulling Di with her. Curses filled the air as the duo tried to find purchase in the cold water and slippery rocks. They landed with Bennie between Di’s knees, her face resting in the pillow of Di’s very large and beautiful breasts. She breathed deep. Heaven. This was heaven and if she were to die in this moment she would die a happy woman.

“Stop it!” Di’s threat was less than convincing now that her gun was on the other side of the creek and there was a tremble in her voice.

“If you…” Bennie said and kissed her way from breast to collar bone. “Wanted me dead…”

She trailed her lips along Di’s long neck to her ear. “I would be.”

Bennie ran her tongue around the circumference of Di’s beautifully shaped ear. Everything about Di was beautiful. Her long blonde hair always holding the perfect wave and smelling of sunshine. It was spread behind her in a golden halo. She looked like an angel.

“There’s still time!” Di said wrapping her thighs around Bennie’s hips.

The angel of death! Bennie reached for the knife she kept in her boot as they rolled across the stream.

Curses sent the birds flying. Bennie straddled Di with a grunt, knife to her throat. The pulse there beat rapidly.

“I hate you!” Her full luscious lips formed the words, but Bennie didn’t believe her. There were tears on her mascaraed lashes and she smelled like she was in heat.

The knife caught in the neck of Di’s wet pink t-shirt. It was odd to see her in something other than a curve hugging dress. Di was as femme as they come. She could kill a man faster in heels and a husky whisper, than with sneakers and a gun.

The thin cotton spread open along Di’s sternum, revealing a nearly sheer white lace bra caressing her perfect double Ds.

“I’ve missed you,” Bennie said, hooking the knife at the point of the bra’s V.

Di glared, her warm brown eyes nearly black with anger. With a turn of Bennie’s wrist her breasts could be free, but Bennie liked how they jiggled, her pink nipples teasing the edge of the lace with every gasping breath. She edged the knife lower in slow swirls a trail of twisting pink replacing the fabric, until Di was naked to the navel. Bennie let the tip of her play in the little hole there.

“You miss fucking me,” Di said, her hands moving slowly to the waistband of her jeans. She popped the button and unzipped the fly revealing an equally provocative panty.

“You missed fucking me,” Bennie said, her lip curling in what she knew was a smile Di had trouble resisting. Di liked Bennie’s knife. Got off on the skill in which Bennie could trace it along her delicate skin without showing blood, unless that was their game. The blade laid flat now. The sharp tip slipped beneath the thin elastic of her panty. With a flick left, then right, the steel had Di on display.

“Need a trim?” Bennie asked. For as long as she had known Di she had kept her mound smooth. She used the tip o f the knife to reveal Di’s clit now embraced by soft little curls.

“Take off your shirt,” Di said.

The regret in Di’s eyes was obvious as Bennie put the knife in her mouth to do as she was told, leaving her pussy free of her sharp friend. Bennie yanked the camouflage tank top over her head. Bennie never wore a bra. She didn’t really need one, her breasts were small, each nipple pierced by a silver bar. A tat of a raven lay between them, its wings widening over the gentle swells.

“You’ve lost weight,” Di said, her hand lifting to trace Bennie’s rib cage.

Bennie took the knife from her mouth and threw it into the grass struggling to grow beneath the shade of the towering pines around them. She leaned forward, her arm between them, her hand cupping Di’s pussy. Her cheeks were flushed a shade of pink only found in nature, her breath catching with every heartbeat.

“I did it to protect you,” Bennie whispered.

Di’s lips captured hers, mouth open, teeth clashing. Blood, desperation, and desire lit them on fire. Bennie’s fingers slid through Di’s slit, rediscovering the folds that led to her lover’s sweet insides. It was not gentle, but a rough fucking. Fingers digging, thumb pushing. Polished nails urged her on, scratching Bennie’s back. She buried her face in Di’s neck breathing in her sugar and sweat, feeling alive for the first time in months.

“Harder!” Di begged. She wanted more. She always wanted more. Di wrapped her arms and legs around Bennie and bucked her hips against her.

They were breathing for each other. Each kiss like oxygen they couldn’t live without.

Di screamed into Bennie’s mouth, a wet moaning of her name that arched Di’s body, breasts sliding together in a nearly forgotten caress.

The sand cushioned the roll as Di went in reverse, flipping Bennie on her back. Her jeans were caught around her knees keeping her stance tight and the t-shirt hung on her elbows. She caught the button fly and in five pops dragged the jeans to Bennie’s thighs. There was a moment to register how cold the sand was on her ass before all thoughts were replaced by the slick heat of Di’s tongue.

Bennie laughed. Pure joy overwhelming in its foreignness. Di giggled, her lips smacked and Bennie came within seconds, Di’s lips locking onto her clit in a sweet tug that racked her body.

It had been too long since there had been any caring in her life. Too long since she had been touched by the woman she loved.

Di feathered hair along Bennie’s bare stomach and Bennie flinched away her skin like cellophane, the strands touching her insides.

“Don’t cry,” Di said.

Bennie cursed, her hands flying to her eyes. She hadn’t realized she was. Suddenly, she became aware of all of the sounds that weren’t their hearts or gasping breaths. The creek, the wind in the trees, the silence of the birds, the crack of a branch beneath a booted foot.

She shushed Di, turned on her stomach. Di fell flat beside her. They shimmied into their jeans and crawled toward their scattered weapons, meeting up behind a boulder.

“Just like old times, Ben?” Di said beneath her breath. Shoulder to shoulder.

“Admit it, you missed me,” Bennie whispered, wishing she had her gun, but it was back at camp. “I have a plan. Turn and flash your—”

Di rolled her eyes. “I’m the one with the gun, you flash yours.”

“Yours are more impressive,” Bennie leered.

“Jealous?”

Bennie chuckled softly and took a look around the rock. There was no one on the other side of the creek. Maybe it was nothing.

“Watch my ass,” Bennie said, getting ready to run.

“I have been since the moment we met,” Di said.

Bennie ran across the creek, the sound of Di’s gun firing behind her. Silence followed the shots and within moments, Di was running beside her.

I've Always Wanted to Have 2 at Once

I am feeling pretty cocky right now...2 stories accepted for publication in one week...

"Camshaft Cutie," was chosen for publication in Red Hot Erotica. This is pending the publisher's approval, but the editor really liked it, so I have high hopes. Won't see print on that until next year.

Also, "Pin-up," was chosen to be a part of Torquere Press's holiday sips. I am so stoked as this is a royalty paying publication in e format and should be available for purchase in just a couple of weeks.

DomiKNITrix

Thought this was clever...check it out!

Vampire Re-Write

Any title suggestions would be most welcome!

VAMPIRE (blood, MF)
Copyright © 2009 by Crystal Barela

That vampire book makes it sound so easy. Abstaining from human blood. Living on the blood of animals. Tofu instead of prime rib. Let’s all be friends.

It’s romantic bullshit.

Sucking blood is not just about survival. Yes, I would die without it. A slow agonizing death that is really too painful to contemplate. So let’s not. Instead let me tell you why the girl lies beneath me.

The addiction is not too the blood. All of my dreams take place in the daylight. That’s why the girls are always blond and tan.

I do not sparkle in the sunshine and take offense to the idea that something is self serving and dangerous as a vampire would.

Golden hair as fair as a newborn’s is my addiction. Eyes more blue than a summer sky. Skin, tan from what I imagined were days lying on a bed of white sand in nothing more than two bits of fabric caressing her most intimate of intimates. To be with her would be like stepping into sunshine for the first time in over 200 years.

I had first seen this one weeks ago. She had been on the beach after dark. Her friends left her alone with a book and a flashlight. The wind had whipped her hair across her face and it caught in her lips. She pushed the strands away impatiently her eyes never leaving the book, and wet the pink skin with her tongue.

“Must be good,” I said. She startled and I caught the fumbled flashlight. Her heartbeat fluttered.

“Pride and Prejudice?” I asked catching the title in the swing of the light.

“What?”

“Your book, it’s a favorite of mine,” I said, handing her the flashlight.

“That’s funny,” she said, standing. She wiped her backside with her hands dispersing bits of sand and then bent to pick up her towel. Her hips wide and graceful. “I didn’t think guys like Darcy.”

“Well, I’m not every guy,” I said. Then I quoted a line from page 212 and I could see the sunrise dawn in her cheeks and the frightened look in her eyes vanish.

I hate to say it, but humans are all too predictable.

“Can I walk you somewhere?” I asked, gesturing in the direction of the parking lot. That was how it begun. My love affair with the girl. I left her at her car with the question of will you be here tomorrow in the air and her eyes telling me she wanted me to be.

Her name was Charlene. I came the following day just as she was beginning to doubt my existence. Again her friends were gone, having tired of waiting for the mystery man to appear.

I sat beside her this time, in the soft sand and when she shivered I offered her my arm around her shoulders. We talked of literature. She was earning her bachelors in the written word. I asked her to bring some of her writing the next time we saw each other. She was modest, but I could tell she was happy I had asked.

Our lips met and I could taste the sun on hers. Did she taste the night on mine? I breathed her in, letting the daylight that still clung to her hair invade my nostrils. I wanted to crush her into the sand and suck the light from her, but I was controlled and sweet and kissed her as if it were my first time.

The next day I arrived and she had her stories held to her chest like private secrets. She whispered the words to me breathlessly and it was she who kissed me. She who pressed her heaving bosom to my chest. I lowered her gently to the earth and kissed without air. Making her lightheaded. I lay my leg across her thigh and she wanted more of me than I would give. I wanted to savor.

I buried my face in the nape of her neck. Her scent was delicious. Wind and sun. My tongue could not resist the temptation to taste. To lick. To collect her laughter.

And so each night followed and every time it was I who called our kisses to a halt.

The anticipation of taking her was worth feeding on a deer or two.

My patience had been rewarded by this night.

Now we were in the wood outside of town and the pine needles were fragrant with the disturbance of our movements as I fucked her into the soil. There was no love or romance in either of our movements. The time for that had passed.

She was overcome with her want for me. She was blond and plump, her succulent flesh near bursting with the rushing blood beneath her skin. Her insides were tight and hot.

I brought my hand between us and began to work her clit with my thumb. She was moaning and nearing her orgasm. Yes, I like to play with my food. There was no reason she should not find pleasure in the last minutes of her life.

The heels of her feet pressed into my backside, urging me deeper. I obliged roughly and her insides squeezed my staff in approval as she came. I pressed my body flush to hers and trailed several soft nips along the length of her neck. The scent of her racing blood overwhelmed me. I opened my mouth wide and sunk my teeth into her neck. Her pussy convulsed around my hardness.

Blood raced into my mouth thick and sweet and flavored with her pleasure. There was no blood better than that of your prey’s in the midst of their release. It warmed my insides and I began to feel human. For a moment the hot liquid coursed through my veins and again I was a man. Again, I could feel the fragility of this shell that is my body. Was my body. I could feel color beneath my skin.

Charlene was moaning as I nibbled my way to her full ripe breasts. I sucked the flesh into my mouth, tasting the sweeter blood that welled here. Her hands were in my hair, twisting the strands and for a moment I swear I could feel it. The pain of hot hard sex.

The girl came again and my body human for this brief moment in the millennia that was time, came, shot cold wet seed into the hot cavity of her sex.

She laughed, not having realized that I was pulling my cock free so that I could drain her body of its heat. Her hands pushed at my head, urging my face lower and I happily obliged. I pushed her thighs apart with my shoulders and sucked her swollen clit between my lips. Her hips lifted, her body elongated in the moonlight and I sunk my teeth into her inner thigh.

Blood poured down my throat. I was no longer neat. Blood spurt in every direction bathing us black in the moonlight. Her screams filled the night air as she continued to come. She was the moon! I was the sun! Her eyes were open and I could see myself, not human at all, but covered in blood, my fangs white in the darkness. Charlene was still and as pale as I had been. She was…she…was dead.

I looked up her body. Still. Breathless.

Regret made my throat tight. Human? The only humans with blood on their hands and dead bodies beneath them were killers.

I was vampire.

I gathered Charlene into my arms and held her to me. I wished the tears that stung my eyes could actually fall. As I rocked her I thought of the sun. How she had brought me that warmth in the dark of night.

The Girl Has a Heart, in Tempe

I found myself at a concert last weekend.

Jason Mraz is happiness. Is hope. His music makes us dance together, sing in unison and touch our souls. My heart smiles, it aches with happiness. His music is our music.

We were married to his poetry and swaying he is with me. I cry not because I am unhappy but because I am. Every little thing is gonna be alright...An anthem of honesty. The truth. I am glad I can be happy. Here in Tempe. Alone and together in the crowd I sway and sing and find myself.

Music is the universe's playground. Lift our voices in off-key joy! Smile at your neighbor. Love together. Peace in song. Love in lyrics. Together we are love.

Vampires Suck

I've been working on this vampire story for a while. I am not sure what to do with it. If it is hot or gross or what. This vampire thing is so prevalent now that I don't know if I am being original or annoying. I would appreciate any and all advice on where to take it. If you like what is developing. If its fine as it is. If I should just go back to the drawing board. Any title ideas would be helpful too.

VAMPIRE (blood)
Copyright © 2009 by Crystal Barela

That vampire book makes it sound so easy. Abstaining from human blood. Living on the blood of animals. Tofu instead of prime rib. Let’s all be friends.

It’s romantic bullshit.

Sucking blood is not just about survival. Yes, I would die without it. A slow agonizing death that is really too painful to contemplate. So let’s not. Instead let me tell you why the girl lies beneath me.

The addiction is not too the blood. All of my dreams take place in the daylight. That’s why the girls are always blond and tan.

I do not sparkle in the sunshine and take offense to the idea that something is self serving and dangerous as a vampire would.

Golden hair as fair as a newborn’s is my addiction. Eyes more blue than a summer sky. Skin, tan from what I imagined were days lying on a bed of white sand in nothing more than two bits of fabric caressing her most intimate of intimates. To be with her would be like stepping into sunshine for the first time in over 200 years.

I had first seen this one weeks ago. She had been on the beach after dark. Her friends left her alone with a book and a flashlight. The wind had whipped her hair across her face and it caught in her lips. She pushed the strands away impatiently her eyes never leaving the book, and wet the pink skin with her tongue.

“Must be good,” I said. She startled and I caught the fumbled flashlight. Her heartbeat fluttered.

“Jane Eyre?” I asked catching the title in the swing of the light.

“What?”

“Your book, it’s a favorite of mine,” I said, handing her the flashlight.

“That’s funny,” she said, standing. She wiped her backside with her hands dispersing bits of sand and then bent to pick up her towel. Her hips wide and graceful. “I didn’t think guys like Jane Eyre.”

“Well, I’m not every guy,” I said. Then I quoted a line from page 212 and I could see the sunrise dawn in her cheeks and the frightened look in her eyes vanish.

I hate to say it, but humans are all too predictable.

“Can I walk you somewhere?” I asked, gesturing in the direction of the parking lot. And that was how it begun. My love affair with the girl. I left her at her car with the question of will you be here tomorrow in the air and her eyes telling me she wanted me to be.

Her name was Charlene. I came the following day just as she was beginning to doubt my existence. Again her friends were gone, having tired of waiting for the mystery man to appear.
I sat beside her this time, in the soft sand and when she shivered I offered her my arm around her shoulders. We talked of literature. She was earning her bachelors in the written word. I asked her to bring some of her writing the next time we saw each other. She was modest, but I could tell she was happy I had asked.

Our lips met and I could taste the sun on hers. Did she taste the night on mine? I breathed her in, letting the daylight that still clung to her hair invade my nostrils. I wanted to crush her into the sand and suck the light from her, but I was controlled and sweet and kissed her as if it were my first time.

The next day I arrived and she had her stories held to her chest like private secrets. She whispered the words to me breathlessly and it was she who kissed me. She who pressed her heaving bosom to my chest. I lowered her gently to the earth and kissed without air. Making her lightheaded. I lay my leg across her thigh and she wanted more of me than I would give.

And so each night followed and every time it was I who called are kisses to a halt.

The anticipation of taking her was worth feeding on a deer or two.

Now we were in the wood outside of town and the pine needles were fragrant with the disturbance of our movements as I fucked her into the soil. There was no love or romance in either of our movements. The time for that had passed.

Charlene was overcome with her want for me. She was blond and plump, her succulent flesh near bursting with the rushing blood beneath her skin. Her insides were tight and hot.

I brought my hand between us and began to work her clit with my thumb. She was moaning and nearing her orgasm. Yes, I like to play with my food. There was no reason she should not find pleasure in the last minutes of her life.

The heels of her feet pressed into my backside, urging me deeper. I obliged roughly and her insides squeezed my staff in approval as she came. I pressed my body flush to hers and trailed several soft nips along the length of her neck. The scent of her racing blood overwhelmed me. I opened my mouth wide and sunk my teeth into her neck. Her pussy convulsed around my hardness.

Blood raced into my mouth thick and sweet and flavored with her pleasure. There was no blood better than that of your prey’s in the midst of their release. It warmed my insides and I began to feel human. For a moment the hot liquid coursed through my veins and again I was a man. Again, I could feel the fragility of this shell that is my body. Was my body. I could feel color beneath my skin.

Charlene was moaning as I nibbled my way to her full ripe breasts. I sucked the flesh into my mouth, tasting the sweeter blood that welled here. Her hands were in my hair, twisting the strands and for a moment I swear I could feel it. The pain of hot hard sex.

The girl came again and my body human for this brief moment in the millennia that was time, came, shot cold wet seed into the hot cavity of her sex.

She laughed, not having realized that I was pulling my cock free so that I could drain her body of its heat. Her hands pushed at my head, urging my face lower and I happily obliged. I pushed her thighs apart with my shoulders and sucked her swollen clit between my lips. Her hips lifted, her body elongated in the moonlight and I sunk my teeth into her inner thigh.

Blood poured down my throat. I was no longer neat. Blood spurt in every direction bathing us black in the moonlight. Her screams filled the night air as she continued to come. Her eyes were open and I could see myself, not human at all, but covered in blood, my fangs the only white in the darkness. Then she was still and as pale as I had been and I was warm like the sun.

The Big Bad Wolfe (MF, FF, MFF, Anal)

This is due in a couple of days for an anthology with a fairy tale theme. It's the first story I've written in a while. All comments and suggestions welcome.

Copyright © 2009 by Crystal Barela

The three little pigs had moved into the basement apartment last week. Three adorably plump girls with blonde hair and blue eyes. They were truly a porno video come true. Full breasts, wide hips, flat soft bellies, and rounded asses begging to be touched. Oh no, they weren’t fat, just had a softness to them that screamed we are real women and we are smoking hot.

The one that opened the door at Wolfe’s knock was Penelope. Her hair was long and would have bounced around her shoulders in sensuous waves if the air conditioning in their apartment was working properly. Instead it caught in the perspiration at her temples and along the nape of her neck. She was wearing a blue summer dress with thin straps and a ruffle hem that ended mid-thigh. It was obvious from the natural sway of her breasts that she was braless.

Wolfe’s dick twitched beneath the denim as he imagined this turning into a very personal house call.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Ingrid called from somewhere behind her roommate.

Penelope gestured for Wolfe to enter and he walked across the threshold still crowded with unpacked boxes. Ingrid was in the kitchen wearing the bra that her sister was not and no top. Daisy Dukes hugged her sexy ass. Wolfe still wasn’t sure if Ingrid was straight. She was kinda butch with her short punk hair falling in her eyes and the sleeves of tattoos running up her arms. She was a little harder than the other two, her stomach leaner, her navel pierced.

“Why do you have to have such a potty mouth,” Genie said from where she lounged on the couch. This one liked Wolfe. A purr was in her voice and he knew that he would have no trouble getting her to spread her silky pink thighs. It was the other two that would take some thought. Wolfe didn’t worry. He always got his piggies.

“Ladies,” Wolfe said. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

***

There he stood, lord of the manor, king of this castle, in their modest doorway. I could not be denied, Wolfe was drop-dead gorgeous. Tall and lean with broad shoulders. His dark brown hair was overly long and fell across his ice blue eyes fringed with thick lashes in a rakish way. At present, a layer of unkempt stubble road his chin, giving his face a rough primitive look. It matched is sideburns that belonged in another century.

He didn’t walk, but glided into their the apartment. Graceful. His low slung jeans looked as though a sharp turn or a swift tug would have them around his ankles and ready for his services in a heartbeat. If it weren’tfor the tool belt around his hips she was sure they would be on the floor. He wore a white “wife beater.” The ribbed fabric showed off the time he spent a the gym. The backdrop of their wood paneled walls only added to his appeal. Their cheap east side apartment was straight out of a porno flick.

Penelope licked her lip and tried to remember what an asshole their landlord was. It was clear from his expression that he found one or all of us attractive. In fact, Penelope thought, raising a brow. There was a tent in his fly.

Genie was sitting on the couch and her face did nothing to hide her attraction to the man. She had been wanting to jump him since they moved in. He really shouldn’t feel special. She wanted to fuck everybody.

“This is bullshit, Wolfe,” Ingrid called from the kitchen. Her voice was muffed by the open freezer door. “We are supposed to be celebrating our birthday tonight.”

Through the hubris of fate the three girls all had the same birthday. As different as they were the same. They were often mistaken for sisters with their blonde hair and similar proportions.

“Ladies,” Wolfe said. “All will be well for your birthdays, fear not!”

Drama King. Why did Penelope find that so attractive. She crossed her arms in annoyance and her legs to stop the itch.

***

Genie was horny.

Today’s toolbox adventure had left her eager to find a big dick to fuck. She hadn’t seen anything finer than their landlord since they had moved to the city. Wolfe had walked around the small apartment in his low slung tool belt knocking at pipes and talking like he knew about air conditioners. The memory of his tanned biceps and his muscular forearms gave her shivers. Wolfe had gotten the annoying thing working by some kind of miracle. You could see by the look on his face that he was more surprised than they were when the AC starting humming away.

Genie wanted nothing more than to fuck the first man she could pick up. Her outfit was sure to get this accomplished. She wore a sheer white blouse with a red lace demi bra framing her girls. The black skirt she had on was more of a belt than a piece of clothing. Panties had been forgotten on purpose, but did not forget the platform “fuck me” heels. She looked like a common street walker and as she turned in the mirror her eyes glowed with anticipation.

With a last spritz of perfume Genie backed out the doorway and into someone hard.

Wolfe apologized and took a step back. “I was just about to knock.”

“You must be reading my mind,” Genie said over her shoulder as the door shut.

“How’s that?”

“I’ve been thinking of you all day,” she said and turned to face Wolfe. He was everything she had been dreaming of as she shaved her pubes. He wore a black button down shirt over his tank top. It was splattered with paint. The sleeves were rolled up on his muscled forearms. She was disappointed not to see the tool belt. She’d have to live out that fantasy another night.

“I had a feeling,” Wolfe said.

Genie took the waistband of his jeans her hand. She boldly let her fingers slide inside. “That kind of feeling?”

He needed no more provocation. He used is strong muscled arms to pull her soft curves against him.

She giggled and gave his hard-on a squeeze. Wolfe was big. Yummy.

Lip soft and hard all at the same time devoured her.

Taste. Lick. Suck.

Facial hair rough. How she liked it.

With an expert twist of her fingers she opened his fly and his cock was in her hand. Guess he didn’t berlieve in underwear either. Stroke. Wolfe growled and rushed into the shadow of the doorway. His head lowered. His nose nudged one of her nipples free of the bra. Sucked her breasts through the fabric of her blouse.

Genie’s pussy was on fire. Already wet.

“Fuck me, Wolfe,” she demanded.

The door creaked as he slammed her back against the warped wood. He took one of her legs over his forearm. Her skirt slid back exposing her clean shaven pussy. Wolfe was a man of few words and less foreplay. No petting. No licking. No pre-amble. None was needed.

Wolfe’s rock hard cock slid easily through her wet pussy lipsand found her hole open and waiting. Genie purred as he rammed into her tightcunt. He didn’t stop to let her adjust to the invasion, he just started fucking her as she had asked. Rammed his cock to the back of her cunt. Bruised her insides with is massive dick. Genie loved every inch of it.

He panted against her breasts like a dog. His teeth niped at her through her blouse. Wolfe held her hips and forced her on and off his prick like she were his chew toy. Like she wasn’t there. Like she was his personal pussy. The door shook and Genie wanted more. Begged for him to split her in two.

“You want it hard, piggy?” he gasped and slammed her down onto his dick and held her there.

“Harder!”

He shifted her weight so that he could twist the door knob. Wolfe stumbled, his dick pulling free of it’s new den. Genie whined in denial of her new pet.

Wolfe didn’t ask what she wanted. He didn’t care what Genie wanted and that suited her fine. He pushed her away from him and she fell hard against the kitchen table.The roounded corner bruised her hip. He rushed up on her and took hold of her hair in an eye-watering twist. Her cheek was pressed down on the table top. Her round bare ass in the air.

“Slutty, Piggie!” he hissed and slapped her ass.

Genie begged for more.

He slapped her ass again and she felt her pussy begin to pulse.

Wolfe came up close behind her and kicked her legs apart. He growled and jabbed his dick in her pussy. Genie moaned. Wolfe didn’t hesitate at her cries. His zipper bit into her ass cheeks. He yanked her hair. She could barely move as her forced her to take all of him.

Everything inside Genie was on fire. Her clit was a hard burning knot. She pushed the hot bead against the Formica in time with his fucking. He slapped her hip and his dick grew. Genie came, her cunt tightened around his cock in a silken vice. Wolfe howled and exploded. Hot wet jism filled her insides and slid down her thighs.

“Piggy,” he breathed under his breath, before he pulled his member free. He gave her ass a soft slap then turned and walked out the door..

Genie smiled and lay there, She slipped a hand between her wet thighs and moaned as a couple of practiced twirls had her came again.

***

It was after midnight and Penelope was drifting into sleep. A dream wove itself around the foggy outskirts of her brain. Her thoughts were of Wolfe. As much as she wanted to hate him, her body didn’t. Even the thought of him was dampening her silk panties. She turned over to face the small window in her room and sleep found her.

“Don’t move!” a familiar voice hissed in her ear. Before Penelope could scream a hand clamped down over her mouth. She pushed her tongue against his palm tasting salt. And soap. She kicked our her legs, but the man forced her onto her stomach with his weight. She could tell he was naked. Could feel the wiry hairs of his chest on her back.

“Sweet, piggy” he breathed in her ear. His hot breath caused her to tremble. His free hanh caressed her ass through Penelope’s panties, his fingers running along the crack.

“You want it.” Not a question.

Penelope shook her head in denial as she recognized the voice. Wolfe! That bastard! His hand slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. Panties still wet from thoughts of him earlier. His fingers slid through her honeyed crack and into her pussy . “Wet piggy,” he said and began to pump his hand. His fingers were long and skilled. They milked her clit. No! she wanted to scream, her body reacted to his rough touch. Her hips began to move as if they had a will of their own.

He laughed, lifting his weight from her. Penelope felt him move behind her and tried to roll over and kick back, but he took hold of hips in a bruising grip.

Wolfe’s big cock bounced against her ass. Penelope struggled as he tried to gain entranc. He found her hot hole. He was marvelously huge. She began to sob with pleasure.

“Wet, tight, piggy.” He growled and then slowly lowered himself in to the crotch hairs. Making himself fit. She screamed and he forced her head down into the pillow, wrapping her hair in his fist.. He began to work her hole. Widening the opening so he could glide smoothly to the back of her cunt. As much as Penelope wanted to hate it. She didn’t. Penelope had never been so full. It took all of her will power not to move back against him. He took his hand from her head and she didn’t scream. She let him slip his free hand beneath her. Let his fingers find her clit.

He knew what he was doing. He pulled her desire. The fucking became wet and slick. The scent of sex clogged Penelope’s nostrils. The wet suction echoed in the room. Penelope’s body tightened. Wolfe laughed fucking her harder.

Her pleasure built. Her insides trembled as every thought left her brain except for the heat racing through her veins. The orgasm shook her. Her pussy convulsed around Wolfe’s giant cock. He laughed and pulled his dick from her.

Penelope didn’t opne her eyes. She knew who had fucked her.

“Open your mouth, piggy!”

She did and felt his hot spunk splash ger face. It clogged her throat and nostrils. And still he came, wetting her breasts and stomach.

***

Ingrid’s was eating lustily in-between Penelope’s legs when Wolfe’s voice doused her senses like a cold shower.

“I knew it!” Wolfe crowed.

Ingrid threw a sheet over Penelope and reached for her smokes on the bedside table.

“What the fuck is your problem, Genie?” she asked. Ingrid struck a match and lit up.

Genie pushed Wolfe forward like he was being offered for sacrifice. The bastard had the gall to look apologetic after he fucked his way through her girls. There were no ties or restrictions on their relationship, but what he did to Penelope showed no respect. Ingrid was still pissed that Genie found the incident as arousing as Penelope had. It had just pissed Ingrid off.

“No,” Ingrid said. She knew Genie’s game. Knew what she wanted.

“But Ing,” Genie pleaded. She walked up to Ingrid and took the cigarette from between her lips. They stood a hair’s width apart. Ingrid could taste the cheery lip gloss. She took a stop back. She didn’t need Genie clogging her thougt process.

“I don’t do men,” Ingrid said. She crossed her tattooed arms across her chest. Genie arched a brow. Well, not very often.

“He just wants to watch.” Genie said and walked past Wolfe. She leaned into Ingrid and kissed her, licking Penelope’s juices from her lips.

“I’ve heard that before,” Ingrid mumbled. Genie loved men. And women. She just loved sex however she could get it. She really had no standards., although Ingrid would admit that Wolfe was sexy in a Wolverine kind of way.

She looked over at Penelope who nodded with a little smile.

“You know the rules!” Ingrid said.

Genie rolled her eyes and said, “Wolfe, no touching Ingrid unless she asks you.”

***

Wolfe could not believe his good fortune. He was going to have an orgy with the three little piggies!

Ingrid turned and resumed her position between Penelope’s legs on the bed. Her tongue licked her mound in wide flat licks, as if she were a cat cleaning a kitty. She combed Penelope’s neatly trimmed bush. Ingrid circled her engorged clit. Ingrid’s eyes were locked with Wolfe’s.

“Hey big guy!” Genie said turning his face to hers for a kiss. Her fingers found the hem of his shirt and she shimmied it up and over his head. She knelt in front of him and unzipped his jeans. His cock was hard and fully loaded.. He saw Ingrid’s eyes widen from her position on the bed, before his own closed as Genie took his dick between her hot soft lips and sucked as much of him as she could to the back of her throat.

Hot slick suction had him groan.

***

Ingrid knelt over Penelope’s face and felt her soft little tongue find her sweet spot. Penelope’s tongue knew what Ingrid liked. The hard little jabs, followed by flat sweeps. As expected the “just gonna watch” had turned into participating. As long as he kept his hands to himself, Ingrid was game.

She and Genie were licking Penelope’s sweet pussy. Not as graceful as usual with Wolfe’s rough fucking. Their tongues collided and Genie giggled. Wolfe was giving it to Genie from behind. He may have a big dick and great stamina, but he was all about Wolfe.

Ingrid turned her head to capture Genie’s lips and their teeth clashed. Bastard.

Ingrid copied Penelope’s movements on her own pussy. Penelope’s hot breath and wet licks became erratic as her orgasm approached. Genie joined her. Faster circles and Penelope squealed, her heels dug into the mattress her body bowing off the bed.

“Get…the…strap-on!” Genie said after Penelope came. Wolfe just kept on fucking her.

Ignoring Genie, Ingrid crawled off of Penelope and bent to kiss her juices off her lover’s lips. Penelope was like butter. Her body glowed with her release. Her eyes held a hint of green in them.

“Strap…on!”

Ingrid closed her eyes and felt Penelope’s hand find her nape. They rest their foreheads together for a moment and Ingrid stood.

“Impatient slut,” Ingrid said. That meant Genie wanted a little double penetration and that led the risk of Wolfe getting very close and personal.

“Please!” Genie begged.

After Ingrid got Wolfe to pause she had him lie down on the bed next to Penelope while Ingrid pulled the harness up over her legs and buckled the leather straps around her hips and thighs. It was a big dildo, how Genie liked it. But Wolfe was bigger than the rubber hard-on and double penetration would be tricky.

“Not sure we’ll both fit,” Ingrid said, secretly turned on at the thought.

Penelope pumped some lube in her hand while Genie straddled Wolfe her back to his face.

***

Wolfe had to actually think of the Queen of England so that he wouldn’t blow his load. Penelope was licking Genie’s ass. Her lubed fingers caressing the puckered bit of flesh before knuckling forward.

Genie cried out as Penelope twisted a finger in as far as it could go.

Ingrid was watching them. Her own hand lubed and stroking a huge rubber cock. She had a cigarette between her lips and was somehow sexier than all of them.

“She’s ready,” Penelope said and took her roommates ass cheeks in her hands and spread them.

Genie sat back and Penelope helped her find him. Her tight little rosebud stuck on the tip of his dick and he gasped, keeping his eyes on Ingrid. He wanted her in the worst way. Penelope got more lube and began to caress Genie’s entrance and his cock and he cursed feeling his balls tighten. Genie pressed on with all of her weight. She squealed as her ass took in his length. She was still. Panting. She was so tight.

“Ok?” Penelope asked. Genie’s eyes were shut.

Genie nodded and lay back, her hair tickling Wolfe‘s neck. He brought his hands up to her breasts and stroked her nipples, pulling them to pints, causing her ass cheeks to milk his dick.

Ingrid put out her cigarette and walked over to the bed. She took the rubber cock in hand and knelt between their legs. Wolfe’s breath caught as he felt the heat of her body so close.

“Can you handle it?” She asked and Genie shook her head in denial.

Ingrid ignored her response and leaned forward, her hand on her cock. She twisted the thick head against Genie’s juicy opening.

“No!” Genie screamed.

Ingrid paid her no mind her response and rammed forward hard. Her thighs touched them both.

***

There was nothing like this feeling. Genie thought. To be so incredibly full. Two dicks piercing her insides. It hurt these two massive pricks, but in a way that made her wetter.

Genie moved her hips and felt Wolfe move beneath them. Tears squeezed past her eyes as the movement pulled at her tender openings.

***

Ingrid let Wolfe start a pace before she found his rhythm and pushed back. Let him think he was in charge.

Penelope came up behind Ingred and pressed her breasts against her shoulder blades. Her manicured fingers found her nipples and squeezed the way Ingrid liked.

“Look at her,” Penelope whispered in Ingrid‘s ear. “She is such a dirty whore.” Genie was. She was crying and begging and coming all at the same time.

***

In some part of Wolfe’s consciousness he was aware of Genie rolling off of him, but his eyes had been on Ingrid the whole time. Her cool confident gaze as she fucked her almost sister. Her full breasts tweaked by Penelope’s painted nails. The brush of her thighs on his as she fucked Genie more erotic than his dick in Genie‘s ass. He wanted her. He wanted to spend his load on her. Fill that smirk with his white jism.

“Want to touch me?” Ingrid asked. She lit another cigarette and took a drag.

“Yes,” he said wondering what the catch was.

“Bend over boyfriend.”

“What?”

“Ass in the air.”

Wolfe shook his head. He didn’t take it in the ass. He gave it. He never.

Ingrid crossed her arms across her chest and stood with her giant strap on horse dick bobbing in his direction. It was fucking huge. No way.

She slipped her hand under the dick and began to caress herself, the rubber bouncing faster.

Her expression said. I don’t need you.

Against his mind’s will he got onto his hands and knees and closed his eyes. “Make it quick.” He gritted his teeth.

First there was the cold of the lube as Genie and Penelope rubbed it along his ass crack. They poked at his anus with their fingers and he felt his dick grow stiffer.

Penelope came round front and leaned over him. “This is gonna hurt” she whispered, a sadistic smile on her face.

Wolfe was a man, he could take it.

Ingrid pushed the rubber head against his asshole.

“Relax!” she ordered, slapping his hip.

Wolfe tried to relax his muscles. A tearing pain burned his ass as Ingrid found purchase. The tip slid forward an inch.

“Wait!” Wolfe cried, trying to adjust his body to the foreign fullness.

Ingrid ignored him and leaned her body into him, the length of her slid in inch by inch. Every nerve ending cried and Wolfe wanted to move, but Penelope and Genie held him in place as Ingrid pulled out and then pressed in again.

Ingrid pushed forward harder and he cursed as she began to fuck him in earnest, bruising his virgin ass with her eager member…and the pain faded and Wolfe felt sparks of pleasure ignite is cock. His balls tingled and his prick grew hard again. He pushed back against her in his eagerness to come.

“Hello Big Bad Wolfe.” He looked down and saw that Genie was sliding her head beneath him to catch the tip of his bobbing dick with her plump lips. Her wet tongue sent him over the edge and he growled, pinning her to the floor with his hard-on. Come shot down her throat in an endless screaming. He could feel her muscles gagging around his dick and that only sent more come slithering past her lips

***

The sight of. Genie choking on Wolfe’s cock, paired with his ass squeezing down so hard on Ingrid’s rubber dick that she was forced to stop moving was what she needed. Penelope twisted Ingrid’s nips and she came, her body undulating in pleasure.