NYEHO
05-18-2009, 01:53 AM
Intro
When I first discovered written erotica online, I started writing stories to post. I write stories to entertain my wife and use her fantasies as fodder for my tales. When I first started, I didn't know anything at all about the Internet, newsgroups, bulletin boards, or computers in general. My naivete is now apparent in that when I first started posting I made a horrible mistake - I allowed someone else to post them under his pen name.
Why did I do that? To be blunt, I did it to get them read. I had thought that since I was new to the genre I would be ignored. Letting someone else post them under his more established pen name would let me write, and eventually get me "accepted" into the writer's clique. That never happened. About a year after I allowed my stories to be posted under this other author's pen name, his stories took a turn into subjects I hadn't considered. He even went so far as to use my characters, placing them in situations that I would never have considered for them.
That made me back away from him quickly. I haven't had any contact with him, other than to e-mail him to voice my displeasure with him for taking me along with him on his journey into subjects better left alone. I'm not a prude, but some things just don't interest us. He has since disappeared completely under that pen name.
Why am I adding this preface? Basically, it's a test. I want to see if the stories I allowed him to post under his name are inextricably connected with his works, or if they can stand alone based on their own merits. Are they forever connected with his works, or can I ever separate them from his stories and allow them to be read and enjoyed by people who otherwise never read them?
That's your decision to make. I have revised the stories in an attempt to separate them from this other author. I've changed character names, places, and situations where I could. Your response to these stories will tell me if I was successful or not.
Having gotten all of this off of my chest, on with the story. Thanks for indulging me.
Happy 4th
Lacy felt the hand and froze. As crowded as it was, she couldn't turn around to see who was behind her. The hand slipped upward, under her skirt…
Mike had taken her to the lake to get away from the 4th of July crowds of downtown. It had only taken a few minutes on the road to realize they weren't the only ones with that idea.
The hand traced the curve of her buttocks…
They had debated whether to turn back, or go ahead to the lake. In the end, they had decided to forge ahead. It had been quite a while since they had been able to get out of town and enjoy the mountains.
Fingertips slipped through the cleft between her firm cheeks, causing her to shudder. Whoever was behind her now knew she wore no panties…
The crowd at the lake hadn't been as bad as they had expected. They had chosen a fairly secluded spot to lay out their blankets and enjoy the sun. The water had been warm, and they swam together, toying with each other as they did.
The fingertips gently stroked her behind. Her breathing deepened…
Mike loved to tease his wife. He had made it a point to fondle and caress her as they swam. He toweled her dry afterward, paying careful attention to certain areas, lingering a little longer than necessary.
The hand slid between her legs from behind. She subconsciously spread her feet apart to grant easier access. Mike put his arm around her as they waited for the fireworks to begin…
Long before dusk, Mike had prepared the grill and cooked dinner. While the meal was good, they were eager to finish, so they could get a good spot for the fireworks display.
Lacy felt the fingertips creep up her thigh, pausing just below her thickening labia. She looked over at her husband and rested her head against his body. They had chosen a good spot, and not a moment too soon. As they leaned forward against a low retaining wall, the crowd seemed to arrive out of nowhere. They quickly surrounded the couple, almost trapping them in the process.
Lacy gasped as a finger grazed the tiny tufts of pubic hair between her legs. Another quickly followed. Her feet spread wider, of their own will.
Mike had climbed atop the low wall and surveyed the crowd, there were only perhaps 60 people, but they were crammed into the tiny knoll like sardines. Once back on the ground, he had asked his wife if she wanted to find another place. She had told him that their vantage point was perfect, and they would never find another in time to see the display.
A finger traced her labia, spreading them apart. Lacy bit her bottom lip and leaned back into the man behind her. She smelled the sweet aroma of spearmint on his breath.
Mike chatted to the man next to him. There seemed to be a delay in the show. It certainly was dark enough, the gentleman agreed. Suddenly the first projectile burst in the air.
A finger slid deep into Lacy's hungry vagina. Her groan was masked by the report of the burst. Her hips rocked backward, driving the digit deeper into her. Mike hugged his wife closer to him when he felt her body shiver, breaking her contact with the stranger. Glancing around to make sure all attention was on the firework display, he stealthily slipped a hand into her shirt, cupping her breast.
The probing finger began a steady fucking rhythm, silently slipping in and out of her dripping vagina. Lacy raised a hand to the side of her husband's head and drew his face close to hers.
"Don't say a word, and don't turn around," she said in a trembling whisper. "I'm being finger-fucked from behind."
Mike drew his head back slowly to look at his wife. Her eyes twinkled in the reflection of the exploding pyrotechnics. Her breathing came in gasps as she again drew him toward her.
"He has two fingers inside me, and your hand on my breast is driving me crazy," she quietly moaned. "God he feels good."
The fingers slowed their pace, then withdrew for a brief moment. Lacy was afraid the man had heard her telling her husband, until she felt them return. This time, a slippery thumb toyed with her anus. Mike gently squeezed his wife's breast as she clutched at his arm. He had gotten an instant erection from his wife's revelation. He watched her labored breathing, and hoped no one would notice.
The fingers suddenly dove into her deeply as the thumb began to enter her tight rear passage. The fingers bent at the knuckle, then straightened once again, creating a delicious ripple, which ran up Lacy's spine.
"He's fingering my ass now... " Lacy breathed into Mike's ear.
Mike threw caution to the wind and slowly slid his hand between the folds of his wife's skirt. She jumped imperceptibly when she felt his fingertips on her pubic hair. Nervously, she turned her head toward her husband once more.
"He'll never know I'm here," he said as his finger found her clitoris. "Just relax and enjoy."
The fingers continued their undulations deep in her slick vagina as the thumb pressed its way into her ass. Lacy felt the tiny ridge of the stranger's knuckle slip past her anal opening as her husband's fingers strummed her clitoris. Lacy leaned back into the stranger, smelling the sweet, minty breath once again.
Suddenly there was a quiet voice whispering in her ear. "Lean forward a bit, I'm going to fuck you now."
Lacy stifled a scream as she came on the hands exploring her body. Her pussy clenched hard at her husband's fingers as the stranger behind her began to withdraw from her ass. Bringing her face up to her husband's, she kissed him deeply as the fingers retreated from deep inside her body. She next felt the stranger's soaking wet fingers slide over her ass, spreading her own lubrication over her tightest entrance. The back of her skirt was suddenly lifted higher. Lacy groaned into her husband's mouth as she felt the tip of a firm cock begin to pry its way into her rectum. As the thin, yet amazingly rigid erection filled her rear passage, Lacy frantically reached for Mike's hand and slid it down to her now vacant vagina. Fireworks continued to burst overhead as the anonymous cock slid into her ass, finally filling her completely.
Mike could feel the man's throbbing organ through the thin membranes that separated her passages. Lacy was absolutely soaked, the obvious arousal caused either by the stranger's cock invading her ass, or by the fingers that had preceded her husband's.
The cock inside her began to move slowly, dragging a stifled groan from the now panting woman. The stranger knew what he was doing, and took her gently as her husband held her in his arms. Once completely inside her, he stopped his movements and allowed her body to become accustomed to him. Mike kissed his wife deeply. His fingers probed her vagina while his thumb circled her clitoris. She panted and groaned into his mouth as her tongue chased his. The stranger held her hips and began to gently rock forward, sending his erection deeper into her tight channel. Lacy broke her lips away from her husband's and hissed as the stranger's thrusts began to increase in tempo. Since they were still in public, the stranger had to keep his movements subtle. He drove his erection into her to the hilt, then relaxed his muscles, letting nature withdraw him slightly. He repeated the gentle thrust, causing Lacy to quietly mewl in pleasure.
Lacy felt one hand leave her hip and reach around her body. Mike pretended not to notice the strange hand cupping her breast as his wife moved her hips backward toward the hard cock buried deep inside her. Her breath came in short gasps and she felt her face redden as the sensations began to well up inside her. Mike could read his wife’s body and knew her reactions to sexual stimulus well. He knew that she was getting very close to orgasm and he applied firmer pressure to her clitoris with his thumb. His fingers kept up their maddening undulations inside her slick vagina. The erection inside her delved in and out of her ass harder and faster.
The crowd suddenly roared as the fireworks display came to its finale. Lacy's voice joined those of the spectators as she felt the cock deep inside her begin to swell, then suddenly erupt. The stranger used the distraction of the noise to slam his hard cock as deeply into her as he could and release his load of sticky semen, completely filling her snug rear channel with streams of cum. Lacy's vaginal muscles clamped down on her husband's fingers and she came hard. She forced her eyes open and watched in wonder as the pyrotechnic shells exploded above her and her orgasm exploded inside her. The crowd cheered as the multicolored fire reflected over the water. She yelled with them at the top of her lungs and bore down hard with her inner muscles, milking every ounce of pleasure possible from the invader in her rear. Spasms rocked through her body and she shook violently in her husband's arms. Her knees weakened, and she would have collapsed to the ground from exhaustion had it not been for the stranger and her husband holding her up.
The last shell burst above them and they were immediately plunged into darkness. Lacy collapsed against her husband as the stranger withdrew. Mike removed his fingers from within his wife and supported her weight against his body. Her head lolled against his shoulder and she was vaguely aware of the stranger's sweet, minty breath.
"Happy 4th," was all he said; then he was gone.
After a few minutes, Mike half led, half carried his wife to the car. He helped her into the passenger's seat, then closed the door, moving quickly around to the driver's side.
"Mike?" A voice suddenly said from behind him.
Mike turned and smiled brightly. "Rick! How the hell are you doing? We haven't seen you since we left Hawaii!"
"Doing all right, man. I got out of the Army and moved up here. Heard the tourist girls here were better than on Waikiki. So, what are you doing?"
"Computers, man, computers," he replied with a broad smile.
"Where's Lacy?"
"She's right here," he said as he opened his door.
Rick walked around to Lacy's side of the car and peered through the open window. "Hi, Lacy, how are you doing?"
Lacy's eyes opened as she recognized the voice. "Rick?" she asked.
Now fully awake, Lacy pushed her door open and hugged their old friend. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her toward him.
"Did you enjoy the fireworks?" Rick asked. "I certainly did," he whispered.
Only then did she smell the spearmint on his breath...
When I first discovered written erotica online, I started writing stories to post. I write stories to entertain my wife and use her fantasies as fodder for my tales. When I first started, I didn't know anything at all about the Internet, newsgroups, bulletin boards, or computers in general. My naivete is now apparent in that when I first started posting I made a horrible mistake - I allowed someone else to post them under his pen name.
Why did I do that? To be blunt, I did it to get them read. I had thought that since I was new to the genre I would be ignored. Letting someone else post them under his more established pen name would let me write, and eventually get me "accepted" into the writer's clique. That never happened. About a year after I allowed my stories to be posted under this other author's pen name, his stories took a turn into subjects I hadn't considered. He even went so far as to use my characters, placing them in situations that I would never have considered for them.
That made me back away from him quickly. I haven't had any contact with him, other than to e-mail him to voice my displeasure with him for taking me along with him on his journey into subjects better left alone. I'm not a prude, but some things just don't interest us. He has since disappeared completely under that pen name.
Why am I adding this preface? Basically, it's a test. I want to see if the stories I allowed him to post under his name are inextricably connected with his works, or if they can stand alone based on their own merits. Are they forever connected with his works, or can I ever separate them from his stories and allow them to be read and enjoyed by people who otherwise never read them?
That's your decision to make. I have revised the stories in an attempt to separate them from this other author. I've changed character names, places, and situations where I could. Your response to these stories will tell me if I was successful or not.
Having gotten all of this off of my chest, on with the story. Thanks for indulging me.
Happy 4th
Lacy felt the hand and froze. As crowded as it was, she couldn't turn around to see who was behind her. The hand slipped upward, under her skirt…
Mike had taken her to the lake to get away from the 4th of July crowds of downtown. It had only taken a few minutes on the road to realize they weren't the only ones with that idea.
The hand traced the curve of her buttocks…
They had debated whether to turn back, or go ahead to the lake. In the end, they had decided to forge ahead. It had been quite a while since they had been able to get out of town and enjoy the mountains.
Fingertips slipped through the cleft between her firm cheeks, causing her to shudder. Whoever was behind her now knew she wore no panties…
The crowd at the lake hadn't been as bad as they had expected. They had chosen a fairly secluded spot to lay out their blankets and enjoy the sun. The water had been warm, and they swam together, toying with each other as they did.
The fingertips gently stroked her behind. Her breathing deepened…
Mike loved to tease his wife. He had made it a point to fondle and caress her as they swam. He toweled her dry afterward, paying careful attention to certain areas, lingering a little longer than necessary.
The hand slid between her legs from behind. She subconsciously spread her feet apart to grant easier access. Mike put his arm around her as they waited for the fireworks to begin…
Long before dusk, Mike had prepared the grill and cooked dinner. While the meal was good, they were eager to finish, so they could get a good spot for the fireworks display.
Lacy felt the fingertips creep up her thigh, pausing just below her thickening labia. She looked over at her husband and rested her head against his body. They had chosen a good spot, and not a moment too soon. As they leaned forward against a low retaining wall, the crowd seemed to arrive out of nowhere. They quickly surrounded the couple, almost trapping them in the process.
Lacy gasped as a finger grazed the tiny tufts of pubic hair between her legs. Another quickly followed. Her feet spread wider, of their own will.
Mike had climbed atop the low wall and surveyed the crowd, there were only perhaps 60 people, but they were crammed into the tiny knoll like sardines. Once back on the ground, he had asked his wife if she wanted to find another place. She had told him that their vantage point was perfect, and they would never find another in time to see the display.
A finger traced her labia, spreading them apart. Lacy bit her bottom lip and leaned back into the man behind her. She smelled the sweet aroma of spearmint on his breath.
Mike chatted to the man next to him. There seemed to be a delay in the show. It certainly was dark enough, the gentleman agreed. Suddenly the first projectile burst in the air.
A finger slid deep into Lacy's hungry vagina. Her groan was masked by the report of the burst. Her hips rocked backward, driving the digit deeper into her. Mike hugged his wife closer to him when he felt her body shiver, breaking her contact with the stranger. Glancing around to make sure all attention was on the firework display, he stealthily slipped a hand into her shirt, cupping her breast.
The probing finger began a steady fucking rhythm, silently slipping in and out of her dripping vagina. Lacy raised a hand to the side of her husband's head and drew his face close to hers.
"Don't say a word, and don't turn around," she said in a trembling whisper. "I'm being finger-fucked from behind."
Mike drew his head back slowly to look at his wife. Her eyes twinkled in the reflection of the exploding pyrotechnics. Her breathing came in gasps as she again drew him toward her.
"He has two fingers inside me, and your hand on my breast is driving me crazy," she quietly moaned. "God he feels good."
The fingers slowed their pace, then withdrew for a brief moment. Lacy was afraid the man had heard her telling her husband, until she felt them return. This time, a slippery thumb toyed with her anus. Mike gently squeezed his wife's breast as she clutched at his arm. He had gotten an instant erection from his wife's revelation. He watched her labored breathing, and hoped no one would notice.
The fingers suddenly dove into her deeply as the thumb began to enter her tight rear passage. The fingers bent at the knuckle, then straightened once again, creating a delicious ripple, which ran up Lacy's spine.
"He's fingering my ass now... " Lacy breathed into Mike's ear.
Mike threw caution to the wind and slowly slid his hand between the folds of his wife's skirt. She jumped imperceptibly when she felt his fingertips on her pubic hair. Nervously, she turned her head toward her husband once more.
"He'll never know I'm here," he said as his finger found her clitoris. "Just relax and enjoy."
The fingers continued their undulations deep in her slick vagina as the thumb pressed its way into her ass. Lacy felt the tiny ridge of the stranger's knuckle slip past her anal opening as her husband's fingers strummed her clitoris. Lacy leaned back into the stranger, smelling the sweet, minty breath once again.
Suddenly there was a quiet voice whispering in her ear. "Lean forward a bit, I'm going to fuck you now."
Lacy stifled a scream as she came on the hands exploring her body. Her pussy clenched hard at her husband's fingers as the stranger behind her began to withdraw from her ass. Bringing her face up to her husband's, she kissed him deeply as the fingers retreated from deep inside her body. She next felt the stranger's soaking wet fingers slide over her ass, spreading her own lubrication over her tightest entrance. The back of her skirt was suddenly lifted higher. Lacy groaned into her husband's mouth as she felt the tip of a firm cock begin to pry its way into her rectum. As the thin, yet amazingly rigid erection filled her rear passage, Lacy frantically reached for Mike's hand and slid it down to her now vacant vagina. Fireworks continued to burst overhead as the anonymous cock slid into her ass, finally filling her completely.
Mike could feel the man's throbbing organ through the thin membranes that separated her passages. Lacy was absolutely soaked, the obvious arousal caused either by the stranger's cock invading her ass, or by the fingers that had preceded her husband's.
The cock inside her began to move slowly, dragging a stifled groan from the now panting woman. The stranger knew what he was doing, and took her gently as her husband held her in his arms. Once completely inside her, he stopped his movements and allowed her body to become accustomed to him. Mike kissed his wife deeply. His fingers probed her vagina while his thumb circled her clitoris. She panted and groaned into his mouth as her tongue chased his. The stranger held her hips and began to gently rock forward, sending his erection deeper into her tight channel. Lacy broke her lips away from her husband's and hissed as the stranger's thrusts began to increase in tempo. Since they were still in public, the stranger had to keep his movements subtle. He drove his erection into her to the hilt, then relaxed his muscles, letting nature withdraw him slightly. He repeated the gentle thrust, causing Lacy to quietly mewl in pleasure.
Lacy felt one hand leave her hip and reach around her body. Mike pretended not to notice the strange hand cupping her breast as his wife moved her hips backward toward the hard cock buried deep inside her. Her breath came in short gasps and she felt her face redden as the sensations began to well up inside her. Mike could read his wife’s body and knew her reactions to sexual stimulus well. He knew that she was getting very close to orgasm and he applied firmer pressure to her clitoris with his thumb. His fingers kept up their maddening undulations inside her slick vagina. The erection inside her delved in and out of her ass harder and faster.
The crowd suddenly roared as the fireworks display came to its finale. Lacy's voice joined those of the spectators as she felt the cock deep inside her begin to swell, then suddenly erupt. The stranger used the distraction of the noise to slam his hard cock as deeply into her as he could and release his load of sticky semen, completely filling her snug rear channel with streams of cum. Lacy's vaginal muscles clamped down on her husband's fingers and she came hard. She forced her eyes open and watched in wonder as the pyrotechnic shells exploded above her and her orgasm exploded inside her. The crowd cheered as the multicolored fire reflected over the water. She yelled with them at the top of her lungs and bore down hard with her inner muscles, milking every ounce of pleasure possible from the invader in her rear. Spasms rocked through her body and she shook violently in her husband's arms. Her knees weakened, and she would have collapsed to the ground from exhaustion had it not been for the stranger and her husband holding her up.
The last shell burst above them and they were immediately plunged into darkness. Lacy collapsed against her husband as the stranger withdrew. Mike removed his fingers from within his wife and supported her weight against his body. Her head lolled against his shoulder and she was vaguely aware of the stranger's sweet, minty breath.
"Happy 4th," was all he said; then he was gone.
After a few minutes, Mike half led, half carried his wife to the car. He helped her into the passenger's seat, then closed the door, moving quickly around to the driver's side.
"Mike?" A voice suddenly said from behind him.
Mike turned and smiled brightly. "Rick! How the hell are you doing? We haven't seen you since we left Hawaii!"
"Doing all right, man. I got out of the Army and moved up here. Heard the tourist girls here were better than on Waikiki. So, what are you doing?"
"Computers, man, computers," he replied with a broad smile.
"Where's Lacy?"
"She's right here," he said as he opened his door.
Rick walked around to Lacy's side of the car and peered through the open window. "Hi, Lacy, how are you doing?"
Lacy's eyes opened as she recognized the voice. "Rick?" she asked.
Now fully awake, Lacy pushed her door open and hugged their old friend. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her toward him.
"Did you enjoy the fireworks?" Rick asked. "I certainly did," he whispered.
Only then did she smell the spearmint on his breath...