Free Erotica (the collected works of Amelie) by Amelie

his arm, feeling the thick, dark hairs with her fingertips. She’d never
touched anything quite so soft before. He didn’t seem human, but was more like
a god or a spirit sent down to sweep her away. “I’m Penny.” She pointed at her
tee shirt and felt the fabric. It was even softer than the guy’s arm. Maybe
she’d turned to marshmallow and hadn’t noticed. “Maybe I’ve turned to
marshmallow,” she said and reached out to take the man’s hand. She pulled his
fingers towards her chest and laid them onto her left breast. “See.”
    He could see all right, she could tell. And
he was definitely a spirit because, before he managed to pull his hand away,
she felt his fingers sink into her flesh without breaking the surface.
    “Gavin,” the man said to her, shouting
above the dub-step beat that served to feed the pulses of ecstasy that were
flowing around Penny’s body. “Gav.”
    He held out his hand to shake and she took
it. Instead of shaking it back, she held it fast and turned it over. For some
reason she couldn’t fathom, she’d developed an instant interest in palmistry.
    “You’ve got a very long life-line,” she
said and tracked it lightly with one of her new nails. “And a very big happy
line.” She breathed in and sucked up the karmic waves that surrounded her. “And
a bloody nice body. I want to kiss it all over.”
    Gav turned a deeper shade of red. Still,
his embarrassment wasn’t strong enough to prevent him from following Penny when
she took his had again and pulled him along.
    The girls on her henny whooped and cheered
as she took off her young stud.
    Penny picked up her handbag and marched off
in the direction of the ladies’ room.
    There were 2 things on her mind. The first
was privacy, the second sex.
    When they entered the ladies’, there was a
queue of women chatting and sharing cigarettes.
    Not one of them batted an eyelid when a
bloke came in. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen far wilder things in their
times.
    A toilet flushed.
    Penny heard music in the flowing of the
water. Wondered if there was any sound as natural as that.
    When the cubicle opened, Penny pushed ahead
and dragged Gav with her. “Sorry girls,” she said to the queue and pointing to
her tee shirt as if it was a free pass. “I’m gagging for a shag.”
    Shag? She heard the word leave her mouth.
Felt the shape of her cheeks and tongue and enjoyed the way the word sounded.
Said it again to be sure she’d got it right. “Shag.” Pure poetry.
    Taking a lippy from her bag, she pulled off
the top and screwed out a pink tip.
    In big, pale letters she scribbled ‘OUT OF
ORDER’ on the door and closed it behind them.
    Penny was like a she-wolf on heat,
grappling with Gavin’s trousers in a bid to allow his cock to escape.
    His cock. It was all she could think of.
    He was so hard and so enormous that she
struggled to get him to come out to play.
    When his dick was finally free, it popped
up into the air and pointed at her mouth. It felt like a sign. A sign from the
gods that a blowjob was in order.
    She put the lid down on the toilet and sat
down, never once taking her eyes from the python before her.
    Her hand reached up and gently pushed back
his foreskin, revealing the dark-pink head of his penis. Her tongue flicked out
instinctively and teased his prick, alternating between the smooth top and the
rough bottom of her flesh. She took his shaft in both hands and pulled back and
forth, back and forth, until Gav’s knees began to buckle.
    My, he tasted good. The manly sourness of
urine was mixed with the salty tones of his semen and a hint of sweetness came
from the soap he must have washed with before leaving for a night on the town.
    As Gav leaned forward, Penny moved with
speed and swapped places with him.
    Now it was Gav who sat on the toilet seat,
his prick searching her out.
    Penny dropped her shorts and her panties
and opened her legs. She was so lubricated that she just managed to get him
inside. His