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6/25/2007

From: Grubby Subject: Hello? Date: 25.08.2003 9.34pm To: James


Hello J, Is this still your email address? LOL, D ______________________________


From: James Subject: Re:Hello? Date: 26.08.2003 8.47am To: Grubby


Hello, Grubby. This is a blast from the past! Of course it's my email
address. Great to hear from you. What brings you here? Love J ______________________________


From: Grubby Subject: Re:Re:Hello? Date: 26.08.2003 2.20pm To: James


I was wondering if you were going to the convention this
year. I have a favour to ask if you are. And I've told you before, DON'T CALL ME GRUBBY!
Love 'n' hugs, D ______________________________


From: James Subject: Not Grubby? Date: 26.08.2003 2.24pm To: Grubby


But you looked so cute! I'll never forget seeing you
completely covered like that, first impressions last
and all that! Do I get to use your other nickname, bearing
in mind how you got THAT? Yes, I am going to the convention- and you can do me a favour.
Emma's not coming this year, so if you'd like to
accompany me to the Dinner dance...? Of course, probably
best that I don't mention it to Emma, you know how she
feels about you! Love J x ______________________________


From: Grubby Subject: No, NOT Grubby! Date: 26.08.2003 2.32pm To: James


Wow that was a quick reply! I'd love to be yours for the
evening! Dillon's not coming either, he mumbled something
about work, but he's never enjoyed dinner/dancey
things. Best we don't tell him either though, he found
one of your christmas cards a few years ago- the one with
the naughty poem in it- and you call me grubby! The other nickname is fine. I always liked it. Much better
to be reminded of you licking all that honey off, than being
covered in horse poo! It's not as if anyone else knows
how I got the name (certainly not Emma!) ______________________________


From: James Subject: Re:No, NOT Grubby! Date: 26.08.2003 2.39pm To: Grubby


honeybum it is then. A night never far from my memory. I still
think it's a shame that we had to be pissed to get together.
Unusually, I'm at my desk all day today, so I get to fire
back emails quick! None of the usual waiting half a week
for a reply! You wanted a favour? I told you once before I'll do anything
I can for you. Love, J ______________________________


From: honeybum Subject: The Favour Date: 26.08.2003 4.34pm To: James


OK, James. Here goes: After the honeybum incident, I know that it was difficult
for you to say what you said, and truth be told, I really wanted
to, but you were with Emma (God only knows why you put up with
her) and Dillon had just proposed, and the timing was just
crap. And then what you said last time I saw you. I've always
felt the same, always wanted to know if it would have worked.
You're my one-that-got-away, too. Anyhow, I hope
you're still carrying that torch... Things have been a bit, er, slow between me and Dillon, pretty
much since we got back from honeymoon and he got his promotion.
And there are some boy/girl things that I miss. I was wondering if you would like to remind me of some of them
at the convention.


______________________________


From: James Subject: Re:The Favour Date: 26.08.2003 4.39pm To: honeybum


Are you asking me to come to bed? Only I thought that before
and you ended up making me look like a complete twat. If you
remember. ______________________________


From: honeybum Subject: Re:Re:The Favour Date: 26.08.2003 4.56pm To: James


Look, I'm sorry about that. I was asking that time,
too. I just got cold feet. Yes. I am asking you to bed! There are things I remember from
the honey incident that I think about alot. I think about
you alot. I'd love you to do some of them with me again.
I promise you'll enjoy it, too! ;o) ______________________________


From: James Subject: Re:Re:Re:The Favour Date: 29.08.2003 4.46pm To: honeybum


How could I possibly say no? What things? Things Dillon
won't do? ______________________________


From: honeybum Subject: Bastard! Date: 29.08.2003 4.52pm To: James


You bastard you didn't answer for 3 days after I'd
laid myself out on a plate for you! Since you've agreed,
I'll forgive you. There are a couple of things (among many other fantasies
I may or may not have had about you) that I REALLY want you
to do. Not just things Dillon wouldn't do, but things
I wouldn't want HIM to do anyway. I'm not going
to say them here! I'll trade my 3 for 3 for you, if you like. Then I'll
find out how grubby you can be! ______________________________


From: James Subject: sorry Date: 29.08.2003 5.01pm To: honeybum


That's a dangerous offer! I've had three years
to fantasise about you, and they have been really very grubby
fantasies! Three for three. It's a deal, honeybum. I'll see
you on the 6th - It's only a week away. Don't forget to wear nice little knickers. You know
how good you look in them (and nothing else )


Speaking of which, I think before we do this, some kind of
forfeit is in order, just so you don't get cold feet
again. I'll leave it up to you, use your imagination.



Love and Hugs J.


______________________________


From: honeybum Subject: Photos Date: 31.08.2003 9.16am To: James


dlh001.jpg, dlh002.jpg, dlh003.jpg, dlh004.jpg, dlh006.jpg,
dlh007.jpg, dlh008.jpg, dlh009.jpg, dlh020.jpg


______________________________


From: James Subject: Rehotos Date: 31.08.2003 9.39am To: honeybum


Gulp. How do you expect me to be able to get through to the end of
next week with this hard-on? But I have to ask what happened
to photos 10 to 19?


______________________________


From: honeybum Subject: Re:Rehotos Date: 31.08.2003 10.22am To: James


I changed my mind and decided just to send you naked photos.
If you're lucky I'll re-enact the others on Friday
as a freebee, not as one of your requests. But as you can see,
at least I can do something about how horny I am! See you next week.


xx


______________________________


From: honeybum Subject: Saturday Night Date: 09.09.2003 3.12pm To: James


God, I'm still zinging. I keep having to go off and masturbate!
It only takes a minute or so, I haven't quite come down!
But anyway, thanks for a fantastic night. It should keep
me going for a while, though I hope I don't have to wait
another 4 years before being naked with you again! But here
you go: fulfilling my side of the bargain...


I saw you before you saw me, across the conference hall.
I felt a bit hot and Marjorie asked what it was, because I'd
blushed. She followed my gaze and saw you, and started teasing
me. She's always known I've had a bit of a thing
for you, even if she doesn't know the extent of it. It wasn't long before I caught your eye. I hope I lit
up the way your face did. You're still just how I think
of you, if a little more, er, distinguished around the edges.
It suits you, and the smile you gave me, that I've never
seen you give anyone else- not even Julia, made me melt,
just the way I used to. I must have blushed again, because
Marjorie started taking the piss about you. In a way I'm quite pleased I didn't get any closer
to you during the day, than that. I'm not sure I would
have gone through with our plans. Not out of not wanting
to, but through nerves. I felt like a little girl with a crush
(which I suppose, deep down, I am). When we met for dinner
though, I knew I'd be alright. I don't think I've ever danced with you before.
But I suppose that this wasn't dancing but foreplay.
The way you held me in your arms brought back all the feelings
I used to get about you. I couldn't wait to get upstairs,
but you insisted on staying in the ballroom the whole evening.
As foreplay it worked. You teased and tempted me for hours:
the alcohol and the occasional brushes against me, my hips,
my bottom, my breasts. Your strong hands, holding me, guiding
me on the dance floor. The skin of your cheek next to mine
during the slow dances toward the end. Your breath on my
neck. All combined to make me want, no, to make me need to
give myself to you.


Eventually, people began to leave for their beds, and we
went, too. I left first. Even after the dancing, you didn't
want people to see us leave together. You went to the bar
to get another couple of drinks while I got in the lift. I
got to my room and quickly got ready for you: got the lights
low, turned down the sheets and did the silly things, too,
like make sure my knickers were on straight, my stockings
level and my breath OK.


Then you knocked on the door. I opened it and you stood there,
framed by the lights of the hallway, and I knew the things
I was going to get you to do to me, and that there were things
you would ask me to do. I knew I'd do them, too, whatever
they were. But best of all I knew that I didn't have to
wait any longer.


A drink in each hand, you stepped in through the doorway
and leaned down to kiss me. I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms
around your neck and let myself get lost in the kiss. Your
warm soft lips met mine, slightly apart, the pressure of
the kiss opened them more to allow your tongue to meet mine.
I tasted you for the first time in years, and mixed with the
touch and smell of you, all my best memories of you were with
me, all at once. I heard the door close behind you when you
kicked it, then I had to move back as you started to walk forwards,
without stopping the kiss. I reached the table and couldn't
move any farther. I heard you put the drinks down behind
me, the felt you take me in your arms and hold me to you. Making
me yours.


I felt your arms loosen, letting your hands encircle my
waist. We held each other, kissing for a few moments, remembering,
getting used to each other's touch again. Then, quite
suddenly your hands slid up my back to the top of my dress's
zip and pulled it down. Releasing my hands from your neck
and stepping back from you, I allowed the dress to fall from
my shoulders, down my body to the floor. I saw your eyes follow
it, taking in my full, firm breasts, tight contoured stomach,
past my thighs and legs to the crumpled heap of material
around my ankles. Stepping out of the dress, I was wearing
only my stockings and the "nice little knickers"
you're so fond of. So small, that they virtually disappeared
as I turned slowly around so that you could take in a full
view.


Our mouths met again, passionately and deeply. I could
feel your tongue in my mouth as I pushed mine into yours,
enjoying your taste. You lifted me up and carried me to the
wall and pinned me against it. Your left hand moved from
behind my waist to my right breast, and - despite the power
of your kiss - gently held it, caressing it, encircling
the nipple, in just the way you must have remembered I enjoy
best. Then your hand began its move down, past my ribs to
the thin elastic of my knickers' waistband. You twisted
your finger in it, and pulled me even closer to you, tightening
the fabric between my buttocks and thighs, forcing the
moisture that had been there since you arrived to soak into
the lycra.


Then your hand released the waistband and your fingers
brushed over the outside of the small triangle of cloth
at the front. You stroked, short and gentle, up and down
the fabric, slowly becoming little circles that traced
lower and lower. Brushing over my clitoris then farther
down to trace the outline of my lips, your movements meant
I had to move my feet apart more and more to allow your exploration.
Eventually they must have been over two feet apart, allowing
enough space between my thighs for all of your fingers to
lightly stroke there. Then in one movement up, in and down
to place your skin between me and my underwear. You stopped
kissing and drew your head back, smiling that same smile
again. "You remembered!" You said. "Well, you are the only person that's shaved
me, It's hard to forget." I answered. I had shaved
and moisturised just before dressing for dinner, and my
skin was smooth, soft and hairless. I shyly dropped my eyes
and held myself up against your still fully clothed body
as you started to reach with your fingers for my clitoris.
We must have looked odd, I was naked except for hold up stockings
and very small knickers that you had your hand inside anyway,
with my legs spread over half a meter apart, pinned to the
wall by a man still in his dinner suit. You'd not even
taken off your cummerbund, yet, only your bowtie was hanging
loosely around your neck, your first shirt stud undone.



I turned my face back up towards yours and found our lips
together. I sucked your bottom lip between mine and nibbled
it as your fingers began a slow teasing rhythm along the
length of my clitoris. You stretched down to stroke over
my wet opening, to make your fingers slippery. I shivered
as you used your thumb to draw back the hood and started to
play small circles about the head with your wetted finger.
My breathing became deeper as I hugged your neck with my
arms. My legs weakened and I knew you were taking most of
my weight on your right arm, between me and the wall. Quickly,
faster even than I thought you would be able to take me there,
I felt an orgasm building. I suppose it had been building
since I saw you that morning, and certainly since dinner
began, and when it happened it felt like a whole day bursting
out over me.


I know I yelled some pretty good things about you at that
moment, but I can't remember exactly what, but then
you'll remember I never was a quiet comer and you've
always made me shout louder than anyone else has.


You took your hand out of my knickers when I had stopped shaking,
and put it behind me. As we carried on kissing, my sense of
touch was still heightened, and I was very aware as you put
your hand on my bottom that your index finger slipped between
my cheeks to rest about an inch above my bumhole, although
on the thong of my underwear. The rest of your hand cupped
my buttock, using it to pull me to you.


As the last remnant of my orgasm subsided, I pushed you off
so that you fell onto the bed behind you. I figured it was
time you lost some of you clothes, too. I knelt at the foot
of the bed, lifted your boot and pulled it off, then the other.
You tugged your bowtie and began undoing your shirt. I had
looked forward to watching you undress, so I stood back
against the wall as your jacket, then cummerbund were discarded.
Your socks were next (I remember last time socks came off
before trousers, too. Is this a 'thing' you do?)
You undid your trousers before standing up and taking them
off. I joined in, taking off your shirt from where it was
hanging around your shoulders, then told you to take off
your underwear.


You still look good naked. You never were over muscled,
but never had any excess chubbiness either. Toned, that's
it, and tanned. And big. I'm bringing a tape measure
next time, I swear it's half as big again as Dillon's.
Hard at that moment, too. I should have realised you would
be, I was so hot after all. I had been taken care of, but you
must still have been needing some attention.


You sat back down, and said something like, "Now you".
I put my tiptoes onto your thigh and started rolling my stockings
off my leg, leaning forward to put my chest close to your
face. As the stocking came off my foot, I dropped it into
your lap, making sure it fell onto your erection. Then the
other one: Foot up, stocking down, drop on your dick. I stood
up and turned around so I faced away from you. My feet were
between yours, we were so close together. I hooked my fingers
into the waistband of my knickers and, keeping my legs straight,
started to lower them. Slowly. As I bent forwards, I presented
my bum to your face, only inches away. I imagined you looking
as my pink moist lips came into view, framing the prize you'd
have before the end of the evening. Then slowly back to upright,
I turned back to face you again.


"Which reminds me, " you said, "What
were the other photos of?" "Do you want me to show you now or later?" I asked.
Obviously you wanted now, so I took your hand and led you
to the chair by the little table, sat you down and moved over
to the bed. Seeing you watch me made me smile as well and before
I carried on I had to kiss you, a deep full kiss. I stood in
front of you and did a turn so that you could have a good look,
before sitting on the nearest bed. I plumped up the pillows against the headboard and rested
back against them and closed my eyes. I touched my lips with
the fingertips of my right hand, kissing them gently, then
began to slowly stroke them over my chin and my neck to my
breasts. I lightly circled my right nipple before caressing
the whole of the breast slowly squeezing and rolling it
in my hand. My fingers then carried on their journey down
my body, over my flat stomach. I parted my legs a little and
began to stroke between them. Having you watch me undress
and touch myself had made me very excited. I slid my fingers
over the bare skin where my pubes should be, then over my
clitoris and into the wet hole waiting to be filled. When
I had done this for the camera I had to keep stopping to set
the timer, but imagining the things I was about to ask you
to do to me had meant it was easy for me to reach an orgasm.
In that room with you watching me, knowing the fantasy I
was having was about to happen I knew I would come even quicker.
I reached for my clitoris with my other hand, and started
to masturbate for you. As the fingers of my left hand stroked
and rubbed at my clitoris, I pushed in a second finger of
my right. I eased them in for their whole length and then
held them deeply inside me. I was thinking about how I had
been masturbating for the last week, and wondered whether
I would have the guts to ask you the third thing I had planned.
You sat silently watching as my left fingers became less
gentle and less slow, wanking myself harder and faster
as my climax built. I had imagined you watching me do this
so often in the last few months that it didn't surprise
me that I came so quickly. In only a few minutes I was shouting
out your name as I came. Then breathing heavily as I recovered.
"That's what I have to do when we're not alone
together. It's good, but not as good as you doing it!"
I said as I looked over to where you were still sitting in
the chair. Then you said something that made me like you
even more than I did already: "You look so good naked."


I looked in your eyes, touched my wet fingers to your lips
and asked you what you wanted me to do as you licked them to
taste me. "What's your first thing, then?"


You told me, and stood up, taking me in your arms, and we felt
the warmth, the smoothness of each other's bodies,
naked together for the first time in years. I turned so you
had your back to the wall. I leant my body against yours,
for the maximum contact and slid down you, rubbing my breasts
down your chest, past your stomach, rubbing them either
side of your achingly hard cock, using them to pull the skin
back, until I was kneeling in front of you. I took your dick
in my right hand, the first finger over the hole at the top,
the middle finger hooked around the ridge, the next two
around the top of the shaft, holding with my thumb. I started
to kiss the base. Not little pecky kisses, but open mouthed,
big wet kisses that left the base of your dick wet with my
saliva. As I kissed and licked your shaft I felt the first
beads of come ooze from the head and began to move my hand
in circles, spreading the come around the shiny hard head.
Eventually, when I reached the head with my lips I licked
it all around, too, tasting your come for the first time.
I realised I'd never had your cock inside any part of
me. My mouth was watering but instead of swallowing I kept
my mouth wet and opened to take your cock in there. Just the
head, and began to move my lips back and forth over it, lubricated
with my saliva.


I moved my hand to the bottom of your shaft, still wet from
my kisses. I couldn't quite reach all the way around
so there was a gap between my fingertip and thumb but even
so I started to stroke my hand over your skin in time with
my mouth. Licking the sensitive underside made you gasp,
so I did that more and tightened my grip, wanking you into
my mouth. The feeling of you in my mouth was exciting. I'd
only given you a hand job on the Night-Of-The-Honeybum,
and I've often fantasised about doing this to you.
Your taste is wonderful, a little salty, as you should be,
but clean and fresh at the same time. My tongue slid easily
over the tight skin of the head, and the rougher but still
tight skin of the shaft. My lips felt the smoothness, interrupted
by the contours of your veins as I slid you in and out of my
mouth. More than the head, I was running my lips over two
or three inches or so of the shaft, too, feeling your dick
glide back against the roof of my mouth, not far enough to
make me gag, but far enough to fill my mouth. Still I had more
than enough of your big dick to hold with my hand, and wank
in time with my sucking, wanting to make you come as hard
as I had a moment ago when you fingered me.


When finally I felt your cock's width expanding further
and you told me you were going to come, I actually felt pride
that I'd finally done this to you! I held your dick in
front of me, kept moving my right hand up and down its full
length. I looked up at you and saw you looking down at me.
I thought you would be smiling, but, of course, you had that
'about-to-come' look on your face, so I said,
"Go on then, do what you said you want to do: Come on
my face, " I still wanked your whole shaft holding
it with both hands, stroking it and rubbing it up and down
my face. I kept talking, knowing it was about to happen,
knowing I was about to have your come all over me: "I'm
going to wank you off all over my face, get your come all over
my face. Come on me. Come all over me, all over my face. Come
for me, come on my face. I'm going to make you come on
my face. I know you want to. I want you to, " And I did want you to. At that moment more than anything,
I wanted to make you come on my face. I'd never really
liked blow jobs, and always tried to avoid giving them,
certainly avoiding getting come in my mouth or on me. But
this was different. I was being your fantasy, that was what
this was about. Once I had given myself over to being your
fantasy, I found it all came easily and I was enjoying something
that I'd never liked before.


I carried on holding your big hot cock against the smooth,
soft virgin skin of my face, stroking it, moving your stretched
foreskin up and down, not reaching the ridge, massaging
the whole length and squeezing the top, wanting so much
for you to violate my dignity by shooting your come onto
my cheeks, my nose, my eyes. For you to get it in my hair, my
mouth and across my chin. I wanted more than anything for
that smooth, soft skin of my face to be covered in sticky,
slimy come for the first time, your come. "I want your come. Oh, god, I want you to come on me.
I want you to come all over my face. I want it on me. I want it
all over my face. I want you to make your come go all over me.
Come on me. Come on me. Come on my face, all over my face, "



The first spurt took me by surprise, and I flinched away
closing my eyes. I'd never had my face that close to
a cock as it went off! Even so, your lovely come landed on
my face. Knowing that I was fulfilling one of your fantasies of me,
being your fantasy of me, aroused me more. Knowing as well
that I was giving myself to you so completely by doing something
that only a few minutes ago I had thought would be disgusting,
made me luxuriate in your orgasm and in the feel of your come
splashing onto my face as your cock spasmed. I realised
I was enjoying this as much as you. I reached down with my
left hand and began to touch my own pink wet lips. Your come
fell in rivulets across my face, one strand - the first -
put its sudden hot wet path all the way from my chin, over
my lips and right cheek, across my closed eye and my forehead
into my hair, another splashed up the left side of my nose,
over my eyebrow and onto my forehead, others I felt on my
cheeks and my chin. All the time I was talking thanking you
and begging for more, "Yes, that's it, come on me. Ah, yes, come on me,
all over me. Keep coming, keep coming, I want it all on me,
more, I want you to come all over me. Come on my face and my
tits, " I wanted to name every part of my body, I wanted
your come on my face, my stomach, my bum, my breasts. Everywhere.
"Come on me, don't stop coming, keep coming,
Oh yes, all over my face..., " until one strand left
its trail across my open mouth, falling in, and instead
of talking I swirled your come around in my mouth, tasting
your delicious seed and then swallowing it, taking it inside.
After five or six spurts the power behind your come started
to diminish and I leant forwards and held your cock against
my skin again so that, apart from the come that ran down my
hand as I gently wanked the last of it out, it all went onto
my face. It dripped from my chin in long, gooey strings onto
my neck and breasts. I wiped your comey cock across my face
to make sure I was as covered as I could be. I wiped it up my
cheeks to my eyebrows, across my forehead and down over
my closed left eye and back to my lips, smearing your thick
cream as it went. Then I dragged your still stiff manhood
down over my lips to my chin, licking and tasting it as it
passed my mouth, sucking some more come in so I could swallow
more of you. Then, still leaving its sticky trail, dragged
your cock onto my neck and down between my breasts to wipe
it through some of the come that had dripped there. "Did you see?" I asked eagerly, hoping for your
approval. I felt your finger push your come away from my eye, so that
I could open it and see your face beaming down at me. "Was it good, did I do the talking right?" "Fantastic, " you said, breathless, and as
you put the finger with the come from my eye into my mouth,
you told me: "Exactly how I hoped you would do it."
"Cover my face, wipe it all over with your dick, "
I said You rubbed across my face with the full length of your dick
like it was a windscreen wiper, making sure that every part
of it, from my forehead all the way to my neck was wet with
your come. Then you wiped the come off the shaft with my hair,
getting come in that, too. I gave you encouragement "Wipe
it all over. Yes, in my hair..." But then you smeared
my lips with the come on the end of your dick and when you put
the end in my mouth and I tasted the thick hot come that was
still oozing from it, all I could do was groan and suck to
get as much taste as I could, pathetically grateful for
your come. "I like coming on you. You seem to quite enjoy it, too."
"I'd love to get your come on every bit of me. I
like the idea that any time Dillon kisses me, he'll
be kissing somewhere that your come has been spurted on
or smeared on. I know you wanted to come on my face, but now
you have can I swallow it, too?" Having tasted it,
I wanted to eat it all. "If you like." I took your dick from you and licked it clean, my tongue moving
from the base to the head, then started to rub it on my face
again, I could easily feel where most of your come was, it
was warm and wet, some of it was still oozing downwards,
I rubbed the head of your dick from those places towards
my mouth, collecting as much come on the way and then sucking
it off the end. As I stroked across my face again I swilled
your come around in my mouth before swallowing it to make
room for another mouthful. I can't believe I did it,
I never swallow. You gradually hardened again, and when
I had rubbed your dick over most of my face and sucked most
of your come off the end it was completely stiff again, so
I put it in my mouth and ran my lips a few inches down the shaft
ready to start again to make you come in my mouth this time,
so I could swallow it all straight down. I leant forwards
to see how much of your dick I could get in my mouth. I got more
of it in than I'd ever had in my mouth before. As it butted
against the entrance to my throat you stopped me.


"That's enough of that, " You said, lifting
my head, "It's your turn. What depraved act do
you want me to do?"


I swallowed, and got up from the floor and took the two or
three steps needed to get to the bedside table. Opening
it I took something out. I walked back to you, held my little
body against yours and handed you a pot of honey. Echoing
the prize you won from your drunken bet with me 3 years ago,
I said, "I'd like you to lick this off me again".
After putting my fingers into the pot and scooping up a handful
of honey, I reached behind me and smeared it across my bottom,
getting it into the creases under my buttocks and the crease
between them. You took me in your arms, smiling and laid me face down on
the bed. I wiped my hands on the sheet and put them above my
head and turned it to look to the side. While I did you must
have put the pot down and walked to the foot of the bed because
I felt you lightly encouraged my ankles apart.


You kissed them gently with your moist, soft lips, then,
tenderly with just the tip of your tongue, traced a path
up the back of my calf to my knee. You gave the backs of my knees
big, wet, slow, open mouthed kisses, before resuming your
tongue's journey upward. The path of your lick led
to the top of my thigh, the crease where it becomes my bottom.
You lingered there for a while, tasting the first of the
honey, licking and sucking my skin clean of the stickiness.
Then you rose up, passed the soft flesh of my buttocks and
started a new journey downward from the small of my back.
Your body was to the side of me now, and this time instead
of licking you gave my spine little lip kisses in a line straight
down toward the top of the crease of my bum. With your hand
you encouraged my legs apart. They willingly responded
spreading wide, so wide you leant your weight your elbow
on the bed between them, so wide that I felt my buttocks separate
and my own moist lips part to allow easy access to the pleasures
within.


Kissing the crease at the top of my buttocks, you took a particularly
large blob of honey from my right buttock with your finger
and smeared it down into the valley between my buttocks,
wiping it over my bottom hole and then pushing it, along
with your fingers into the other hole, hot and wet. You began
licking the honey from my cheeks in earnest as I gasped at
the welcome intrusion. I desparately wanted your tongue
and lips on my holes, but you teased and licked and sucked
and nibbled at my cheeks until there was no trace of honey,
except between the two globes of my bottom and on the holes
that so keenly wanted the attention. Your fingers moved
inside me only a little, massaging the walls only gently,
not allowing me to come.


Then you kissed again at the top of the valley between and
your tongue started to lick downward, slowly, cleaning
away the honey as it went. As you reached my bumhole, you
licked circles around it, spiralling slowly inward until
you reached the centre, when you closed your lips over as
large an area as you could. The thrill of your mouth over
my bottom hole, your tongue flicking against the tight
opening, and the heat of you made me realise how close to
coming I was, but I knew you weren't finished with this
yet, and I wanted it to go on for ever.


You pushed my thighs even wider apart to get your body onto
the bed between them, knees on the floor and pushed your
mouth more firmly into my bottom. I could feel your chin
pushing your fingers forward, still embedded in me, now
being made to press against the front of my tunnel. I could
feel your nose pressed right into the middle of my bum, both
chin and nose moving as you licked and sucked at my bottom
hole. The licking became more directed and insistent as
it pressed at the hole, eventually working your tongue
into the hole, deeper and deeper. This was new. You didn't
do this last time. It was a feeling like no other and as your
saliva and honey lubricated tongue thrust in and out of
my bottom. I remember I had an image of your cock in my bum
instead of your tongue and I could hold off my orgasm no longer.
The gasps that had accompanied each thrust of your tongue
became moans and shouts as you fulfilled my first fantasy.



Through my climax I asked for my second thing: "I want
you to fuck me and come in me. I want your come inside me!"
You weren't to know, but I'm not on the pill. No-one
before had come in me without wearing anything, not even
Dillon and apart from your come that I'd swallowed
a few minutes before, not even in my mouth. This would be
the first time I'd had a naked cock inside me or let anyone
come in me, the first time anyone's come had flowed
into me, my first time without any contraception at all.



My bum was already in the air. The bed sank down with your
weight as you knealed between my shins. Then with the last
of my climax still subsiding I felt you nudging your cockhead
between my wet, puffy lips, still slightly sticky with
honey. I remember telling you again, "Fuck me."
Opening them, pushing between them, the big head of your
big dick eased into me. Slowly pushing your whole length
inside, I felt your naked cock filling me from behind, your
bare skin within mine, completing me. "Ah, yes, "
Then out again, the whole way, leaving me empty, just feeling
the tip between my lips, still, before you pushed back in.
I reached behind me, putting the palm of my hand between
my bum cheeks and rested my first two fingers on your cock
as you pushed its full length in and out, feeeling the naked
skin as it entered me and feeling the same wet skin as it left
me empty. Your pubes tickled my honeybum at the depth of
each thrust. The underside of your cock stroked the tip
of my clitoris with its full length in and out. I was in heaven
as you maintained the high plateau of my last climax, building
me towards the next. Your hands held my hips as your thrusts
became more forceful. You thrust forwards and pulled me
backwards over and over. Then eased up a little. Instead
of pounding in and out you began to move your cock in circles
as if you were stirring my insides. The sensation in me changed
completely, keeping only the full feeling, your balls
squeezed my clitoris as your pressure passed that point
in the cycle, taking me closer still to my next orgasm. Your
right hand moved from my hip to the middle of my back, not
pushing down, just stopping me getting up. It slid down
my sweaty back to the top of my bum, and, pushing my hand aside
it rested between my cheeks, on my anus. Your dick's
circling motion stopped, to be replaced by the circling
motion of your fingers at my bum. Slowly your fingers softened
my resistance again and you pushed them inside me. I arched
my back, pushing up to take as much length in my bum as I could,
then quite suddenly the orgasm burst over me again. I shouted
about how I was coming again, how much I liked your cock in
me and how much I liked your fingers in my bum. I shouted over
and over, and I meant every word. You took your lovely big cock out of me along with your fingers,
and for a moment I thought you might put your cock in my bum,
but instead you rolled me onto my back. I think I was a little
disappointed, but you were doing as you had been asked,
you were going to come in me. My legs fell open and you climbed
on top of me, pressing your mouth to mine, I returned your
kiss eagerly, wanting you inside me again, to take my empty
feeling away. Wanting you to fill me with your cock and then
your come.


I wrapped my legs around you and put my hands behind your
hips as you guided your cock into me again, making my wish
come true. I felt your balls rest against my anus, so recently
filled with your fingers. When you were all the way inside
me, you rested some of your weight on my wide open thighs
and started your circling again. My hot and sensitive insides
responded, lifting me. I closed my eyes and, between panting
enjoyed the feelings you were giving me. You began moving
in and out of me, not the whole way this time, just a few inches
back and forward. I met your movement with my own, making
you sigh a little, too. Still kissing, our bodies pressed
together, I knew my fantasy would soon be fulfilled.


When you said you were going to come, I started talking to
you again, like you had asked me to when you came on my face,
"Oh, yes, come. Fuck me and come in me, " I begged,
"Come in me, pump your lovely come inside me. I want
your come in me. Fuck me, get your come deep inside me. Fuck
me. Fuck me and come in me, I want your come in me. I want to
feel your great big cock pump all your come inside me, I want
to feel you come. Come. Come inside me, fill me with your
come. Get your come all in me. Fuck me, fuck me. Come inside
me, Come in me. I want your come in me, fill me with it. I want
to feel you come in me. Ah..."


And then I did. You pulled yourself onto my hips burying
your dick in me. it seemed deeper than it had been before,
if that were possible. Your weight, pushing my pelvis toward
my head, rolled my hips so that my thighs were by my sides,
my knees in my armpits. My buttocks spread so that your balls
pushed up against my bumhole, still wet from your mouth
and my dripping wet excitement, and you held yourself there,
no longer thrusting into me. I wish I'd had my eyes open
to see your face, but I was coming again, too, as I felt your
cock pumping your come into me so hard I could feel it open
my hole further as your shaft widened with each pulse, filling
my hole. Filling me, shooting your come deep into me. Fulfilling
another of my fantasies of you. I was shouting again, but
felt your open mouth cover mine and I breathed into you as
your lips muffled my cries, gasping over and over as we came.



Each time either of us moved it set off oversensitive spasms
of climax, so we stayed like that for a while, allowing our
joint orgasm to subside, my little body trapped under you,
impaled on your big cock, pinned to the bed, held down by
your weight, owned by you as you filled it with your lovely
come.


As we lay together I knew I had to ask for the third thing I'd
planned. I had thought I would chicken out and ask for something
else, but with the feel of your dick still inside me after
our orgasm, I knew I had to ask. I have fantasised about it
since the first honeybum night, but never thought that
I'd ask you to make it real. Even so, while you'd
spent the last week trying not to wank over my photos, I had
spent the last week 'practising' for this but
I could barely believe I heard myself quietly say: "James, I want to see if you can get your whole hand
in me."


Without a word you rolled your weight off me, rolling me
with you until we were laying on our sides, you on your left,
me on my right. In this position your cock couldn't
stay in me any longer and I felt it pull its way out and flop
up against my stomach. It felt warm and slick, but mostly,
although it wasn't as hard as it had been, it still felt
so big, resting against my stomach, wet with our combined
fluids the top nudged right up against my bottom ribs. I
put my left hand around it, just to hold it. Face to face,
you put one hand behind my head and pulled my mouth to yours.
I was suddenly very aware that smears of your come must still
cover most of my face and be in my hair. I thought again of
the lovely taste of your come while I tasted your mouth.
I felt the fingertips of your right hand stroke downward
across my cleanshaven pubic area and then between my lips.
I opened my legs so that one was left flat against the bed
and the other pointed the knee to the ceiling. Still pressing
my mouth to yours, you slid two fingers inside me. You fingered
me quite gently for a minute or two then stroked your wet
fingers around the outside my lips and clitoris, then back
into me. You did this a few times, scooping our juices from
inside me to deliver them onto my lips and over my wet, hot
hole. Then three fingers were inside me. You didn't
have to work up to them, you seemed to know that I was excited
enough to manage them without it hurting. This is as mach
as Dillon has ever had in me. He seems to try all the time to
get a fourth and never succeeds. I've never asked him,
or wanted him to try. I think it's an idea that turns
him on. I'm so pleased it was you that eased your little
finger into me. I moaned into your mouth a little as, with
every inward stroke, you managed to penetrate me more.
I could feel the stretch a little, it didn't hurt but
I hadn't expected it to yet. Soon I had to break off our
kiss as I gasped "Oh, God, " and began to breath
more deeply when you began to stretch my little hole wider
as your fingers, becoming deeper in me, spread closer to
the knuckle. I knew your hand would be bigger than mine,
and was prepared for the fact that this might be a little
uncomfortable and as your fingers got deeper and your knuckles
opened me ever wider I found I had been right. I rolled onto my back, allowing the leg that had been pointing
up to fall almost to the bed as well. That seemed to help and
the different angle meant that now your hand stretched
me more front to back than side to side. That seemed easier,
too. "That feels good." I said, partly because it
was true and partly because I didn't want you to lose
your nerve when it did start to hurt. Your fingers kept gently
thrusting into my body, making wetter and wetter sloppy
sounds as my flesh relaxed and my juices and some of your
come squeezed out with you. "Don't let me come until your whole hand is in."
I said, reaching for your cock, still only half hard after
fucking me. I tried to wank it but because it wasn't
hard enough and I was at a bad angle I couldn't get a rhythm
like you, so I just held it again, instead. I noticed your fingers pushing in a different direction,
not into me but back towards my bum, then rest, then towards
my bum again. I didn't realise what you were doing but
it felt good so I told you, and you picked that moment to twist
your hand and push it in past the knuckle, so that the top
part of the palm of your hand was inside me. I felt a stab of
pain as your knuckles opened me wide and then it disappeared
even though your palm isn't that much narrower. Your
thumb pressed onto my clitoris and when you pushed downwards
towards my bum again, establishing a rhythm that slowly
stretched me open, the thumb rubbed my clitoris and suddenly
I was in danger of coming again. "Stop stop, wait."
I said. I took a few deep breaths and told you to carry on,
but as soon as your thumb touched it again, I had to tell you
to stop, "I'm going to come if you touch me there
again. I don't want to come until it's all in."
"I don't want to rush it. I've done this before
and it can hurt. Don't worry, if you come, I'll
just carry on." "It hurts a bit already, " I answered. Then
I felt your hand begin to gently move in circles, pulling
my pelvis with it, stretching my hole, open for you in a way
it had never been open for my husband. There was another small jolt of pain as you pressed your
thumb in and it widened me still more. This time the pain
didn't go away. All four of your fingers, your thumb
and the palm of your hand pushed down and slowly in. I felt tears running from my eyes as your hand stretched
me wider and deeper. Your slow but relentless assault hurt
but felt so good at the same time. There was a sudden change
and I felt incredibly stretched and then full. I knew that
your hand was inside me and my hole was contracting again
to hug your wrist tightly. As my hole closed around your
wrist, narrower than your hand, I stopped concentrating
on the pain of the stretch and felt instead the fullness
within me. My hips had between them something larger and
more intrusive than ever, pushing everything else out
of the way. I let out a cry, the kind I only do when I come, because
although I wasn't coming I felt that same deep satisfaction
from my over-stretched, over-filled body. The stretching
pain was replaced by another sensation, a deep need to come.
I begged, "OK, now you can make me come. Oh fuck, please
make me come." Very slowly, and with just the same relentlessness as before
you pulled on your hand. My hole began to stretch again,
to let your hand out. Wider and wider around your knuckles,
then when you reached the widest part, you plunged your
hand back in, taking my breath away. Then again, wider and
shallower before your hand being swallowed deeply into
me. I know I was talking again, I know I was telling you how good
it felt and how much I wanted to come. I only know because
when you took your hand all the way out I stopped. I can't
remember the words because all that mattered to me was what
was happening between my legs, what you were doing to me.
For a moment I couldn't believe you had stopped handfucking
me, then as you forced your hand back in in one go I realised
that you hadn't stopped - you had only just started.



I was lost for words now as your hand violated me, in and out,
wrist to pointed fingertips widening me over your knuckles
each time your hand went one way or the other, twisting,
deeply penetrating then leaving me empty. Your hand thrust
the whole way. I couldn't speak, only gasp and moan.
I was so close to coming, that deep need seeming to grow every
time your hand speared into me, but I couldn't seem
to finish. The tears carried on flowing from my eyes, I can't
tell you how much it hurt, but I wanted it to never stop.


Then your hand rested in me, deeper perhaps than at first
and I felt my insides change, couldn't understand
how, but then realised you had closed your hand into a fist.
I felt so much fuller than when I had been doing this to myself.
I could feel the shape of your hand from the inside as you
pulled it outward, each knuckle putting an exquisite pressure
on my stretching hole. Then each time you pushed your hand
inward the knuckles traced deep ridges on the inner surface
of my hole, deeper and deeper, filling me so that I thought
I would either burst into an orgasm or tear in two, nevertheless
I just wanted more of you inside me. I drew my knees up and
stretched my legs out to my sides like I was having a baby
to open my thighs as wide as I could to give you as much access
as possible and held my legs apart with my hands, one on each
thigh, my right hand next to your hard cock, resting against
my thigh. "Oh, God, " I gasped, "Why haven't
I come?" I couldn't understand it. I'd never
felt this good without coming before, not even close, but
I wasn't coming. I could feel your hand turning and
moving and pushing inside me and each sensation felt as
good as coming, but it wasn't happening. I remember rocking my hips up toward you to make your hand
go deeper in me as you pushed. I have a humiliating image
of me lying on the bed with my legs spread as wide as I can get
them for you, your big hard cock resting on my thigh while
your right hand is buried inside me up to my stomach. You're
pushing over and over into me with your fist and I'm
rocking my whole body- fucking up to it. I'm going to
masturbate with that image quite alot! "Deeper. Put it deeper. Deep as you can." I begged.
I wanted as much of you inside me as you could get. Your wrist
started to pull my lips in as you began trying for more depth.
I moved my hands up my thighs and, when you drew your hand
outwards the next time, I held onto my lips, spreading them
with my fingers, opening my entrance for you. Your wet wrist
stuck out from my wetter hole, each time I raised my head
and looked I could see less and less of your arm as more of
it disappeared inside me with each slow, forceful push.
I could feel your hand moving inside, farther into me as
your weight pressed it deeper then relaxed allowing the
elasticity of my vagina to contract, pushing you outwards,
then your weight stretching me inside again. I watched
unable to believe what I could see and feel. My hand, so much
smaller than yours, hadn't got anything like as deep.
Through the haze I remember seeing perhaps only half your
arm sticking out of me at the bottom of each invasion, the
rest being driven inside me by your strength. Over and over
you shoved your hand in against my body's overwhelmed
resistance, pulling so that you stretched my hole wide
open with your knuckles then all the way back in, following
your hand with half your arm. Suddenly as I watched myself
being impaled over and over on your arm, the orgasm happenned.
I think I must have fainted. I just remember intense pleasure
and my whole body in spasm, I don't know how long but
as the fog lifted I was still shouting. I found my hands out
to either side of me gripping the sheets. I felt my legs tightly
held together around the bit of your arm that wasn't
in me, trapping your hand in my pelvis and stomach as they
carried on spasming. Both my thighs were wet where I had
squirted my come. You kept moving your hand, ever so slightly like you were
drumming your fingers inside me, but that was all it took
to keep me coming, on and on. I tried to open my legs to give
you more room to handfuck me again, that was all I wanted,
for it all to happen again. But every time I tried to relax
even a bit, it would set off more spasms tightening them
together again. I didn't know until you told me later
that you kept that going for as long as you did. It didn't
feel like ten minutes. I can't decide whether it felt
like seconds or my whole life. Both I expect. I want to feel
like that again.


When I started to say thank you, you kissed me on the mouth
to stop me. Perhaps I was babbling a little. I lay there with
my arms still outstretched as your kisses began to move
down to my neck, then my breasts. I closed my eyes again and
enjoyed the sensation of your lips on my skin, your tongue
around my nipple. Your hot mouth carried on its journey
down eventually licking over the newly hairless area above
my clitoris. You began to lick the skin still stretched
around your wrist to soothe it as you slowly and exquisitely
began to ease your hand from my violated hole. It had to stretch
again to allow your hand out, then it closed over your fingertips
and suddenly I was empty. It was a funny kind of empty, not
the same emptiness that you feel when you've been fucked,
but an empty that came with an untold satisfaction rather
than the anticlimax and disappointment that I usually
get after Dillon has had a quick shag. Even though your hand
wasn't inside me any more I still felt it.


My hips rose up to meet your mouth, still licking around
my abused hole. You responded by putting your hand under
me to cup my bottom and helped me lift to your mouth. As you
sucked my clitoris I felt your thumb rub into the valley
between the cheeks of my bottom, then come to rest on my bumhole.
A few moments more, and you pressed it, not to get it in, just
to work at the resistance. You massaged in circles easing
the tension quickly away before pressing it in. I deliberately
relaxed and felt my anus open to allow your thumb in but the
reflex took over and gripped, but it was too late and after
accommodating your hand my pelvic floor was so loose you
just pushed your thumb quickly all the way in. When it was
in you started to roll your hand and your thumb, of course,
moved with it. I relaxed almost straight away and began
to enjoy the feeling of having you in my bum again. You replaced
your thumb with a couple of fingers, penetrating me a little
deeper and a little wider, and kept the rolling rhythm in
time with your sucking pulls on my clitoris. All I could
do was lay there with my eyes closed, still in the afterglow
of your handfuck and being kept very happy by your attentions.



"Time for my second thing." I had been so caught up I had used all three of my choices,
I had come I don't know how many times and you had only
used up one choice! I have to admit the idea of doing something
for you, being used by you, is very exciting and I was suddenly
eager to be your toy again. "Lay on your side, " then as I started to you
added, "No, face away from me. That's it."
I was on my left side. I felt my buttocks separate as you lifted
the right one and your fingers easily buried themselves
back in my bowels. You laid on your side behind me leaning
a little weight against me and said, quietly because your
mouth was so close to my ear, "Ever since I licked honey
from your bum, I've wanted to fuck you there, is that
OK?" "Anything you want is OK." That offer stands.



I felt your fingers leave me and then, almost straight away
I felt something bigger pressing against my anus. It was
wet, so I guess you had lubricated it somehow. As you pressed
harder, My bottom yielded to the pressure and your cock
slipped inside. Just the head at first and as I gave up my
anal virginity my muscles tightened in a wide circle around
the base of the head. The stab of pain that had accompanied
the initial entry passed quickly and I relaxed and apologised.
"I'm sorry. Another first for me, " "Don't apologise, it's not unusual. There's
nothing to be scared about. I won't hurt you."
"I know." And with you there I wasn't scared.
I think I realised that if I could take your hand in one hole,
I could take your dick in the other. Still it was tight as
you started to press it deeper into my accommodating bowels.
I reached behind and placed the flat of my hand on the front
of your hip, next to the thick base of your cock, partly to
be able to slow you down if I needed to and partly to see how
far you had left to go. It seemed to be alot, but the more we
managed to get inside the less uncomfortable and more sexy
it felt. It was completely different to having you in me
the normal way, but felt better and better until I had to
move my hand away so that you could push home the last bit.
I know how big your dick is and I couldn't believe that
it had all gone in so easily. You asked me, "You OK?" "Better than that! It doesn't hurt at all."
You put your hand on top of my hip and pulled slightly at the
same time as leaning your weight through your pelvis into
mine. The extra depth felt good but even so I said, "Start
gently. I haven't been fucked in there before."
I had to agree when you said "Ah, that feels good."
You started to move your dick in and out an inch or so, quite
slowly and gently and I bent forwards at the hip to present
my bum to you more easily.


I felt I wanted to come quite soon after you began. The slow
easy fuck, with your dick staying mostly buried in me, only
moving a little was the perfect follow on from the frenzied
hard handfuck of a moment before, but was still more intense
than anything I had experienced before this evening. I
put my hand on the hairless triangle above my clitoris and
stroked the bud below in time with the penetration of your
dick as you robbed me beautifully of my anal virginity.
I began to regret never letting this happen before. I won't
pretend I enjoyed it as much as proper sex, but it was at least
as good as being licked. A thought occurred to me and I asked, "Are you going
to come in me, or take it out and come on my bum?" "I hadn't really thought about it, " you
answered, "Inside you, I suppose, although your
bum would look great with my come on it. Are you OK with me
coming in it?" "I told you, it's your thing, you do it exactly
the way you want to." Secretly pleased, I do want you
to come on my bum, but just then I wanted your come to fill
me again. You moved. I was so comfortable with you laying behind me,
the two of us spooned together with your dick inside me,
where it shouldn't be. Then you moved. You pushed my
top leg up just a little, and rolled me a bit farther forward
before straightening out my lower leg. You knelt astride
it with your lovely cock still as deeply embedded. Your
thighs sandwiched me, one against my back, one against
my stomach, putting pressure on my clitoris and lips. You
put your hand between and, as you started the short fucking
rhythm again, you were stroking me toward an orgasm in perfect
time to the new sensations from behind. I was just as comfortable,
and told you how good it felt to have you in me. You leaned forwards so that, even though you were fucking
my bum, almost from behind me, you could kiss me on the mouth.
As you did, the pressure on my anus and in my rectum changed
completely and I was past the point of no return, my orgasm
was on it's way. I felt it build as you kissed me, then
when your mouth left mine I had time to blurt out "I'm
going to come, " and started. The spasms overcame
me and my body twitched and shook as I yelled and called out.
It wasn't anything like any orgasm I'd had before.
My climax and my body both seemed focussed completely on
the hard invader in my bottom, all the spasms and surges
seemed to come from it, twisting around it. It felt as big
as my whole body or as hot as fire or as solid and safe as can
be. Then, as it subsided I found I still felt that my body
was defined by what you were sticking in it, by its relationship
to the big dick shoved where no dick should be, so when you
told me you were coming, too, I felt every detail: my bumhole
expanding as more blood rushed to the invader, then felt
it twitch and jerk around inside me and pull against the
strong muscles of my anus as the jets of come spurted against
my insides over and over. I felt I experienced your orgasm
as much as you did. Then after my poor bum had been pulled
around by your shaft and my insides had been soaked in your
come, you were finished and you rested on the bed behind
me again.


My fantasies kept going through my head as we lay there with
your dick still inside me, as if reminding me that it wasn't
a fantasy anymore but a memory. You had been everything
I'd hoped you would be, and you'd told me the same.
I was satisfied in a way I had never been before. Then I realised
you had so far asked to come on my face and fuck my bum- just
two of your things, so I asked, in a breathless whisper,
what you wanted me to do next. You told me and I said, "Promise me we'll do all
this again."


So here is your third thing. As requested, a description
of what we did. I wish your third thing had been another depraved
way for you to use my body as your willing toy. I wish I'd
asked for four things or five, so that I could make you do
it all again and you could help me live out my other fantasies
of you from the last 3 years! But just so you know its not just post orgasmic pillow talk:
Promise me we'll do all that again, each and every bit
of it, and more things, too?


______________________________


From: James Subject: Re: Saturday Night Date: 09.09.2003 3.39pm To: honeybum


Thank-you, honeybum. Just so you know, I had a great time,
too (As if you couldn't tell). Socks off before trousers everytime: No self-respecting
girl will do the squelchy with a naked man in socks. I have so many fantasies of using your body as a willing toy,
a beautiful enthusiastic recipient of my come that I had
to think really hard (ahem) about what to ask for and what
things would have to wait. If you want to see what things
I think about, I'd love to find out what you dream of!
I promise you can ask for another three things if you like,
or four or as many as you want - just don't make me wait
another 3 years. I'm not sure I could! Lots of love, J

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