Flashers by Various Authors

The Crystal Girl
by Rose B. Thorny © 2007

Perhaps this time. Perhaps the thousand other times would be sucked into oblivion like so much murky bath water and this time would be real.

His lips fluttered, lit on her eyelids, a butterfly on a warm summer breeze.

She felt hot breath against her cheek, heard urgent, rasping sighs in her ear, inhaled his scent.

He kissed her mouth, explored the moist depths with an insistent tongue. He traced the line of her pulsing throat, the smooth curve of her shoulder, the soft slope of her hip with restless, burning fingers; slid his hand between her legs, caressed the shaven lips.

She was wet, all sensation, all anticipation.

He probed her throbbing, humid, secret space, massaged her to rigid want. He kneaded, stroked, whispered.  He loved.

She clenched, quivered. Prayed, pleaded. This time...this time for certain. Yessssss. Now.

He buried himself in her; stroked her, filled her, and when he erupted inside her, she screamed with him, for hm.

The crystal girl shattered.

She gathered up the pieces of herself, mending once more, with silent tears, all but the lost shard; the one she could never find, the one that would make her real.

Next time.  Perhaps, next time.

Evolution At Work
by B J Franklin © 2006

At two o'clock, the chimps' keeper rowed out to their island to feed them, and to keep his appointment with the lady in charge of the hippos. He licked her pussy while she sucked his cock, and afterwards he mused how perfect it was. Chimps hate water, so they couldn't escape.

The first part of their plan successful, the chimps quickly put part two into action. As Bruno rowed across the lake, leaving the keeper and his afternoon delight stranded, he turned to Blossom and remarked, 'Thank God we only share ninety-eight percent of our genes with them.'

Three Gorges:
Chinese Hydroelectric Power for the Future
by Nan Andrews © 2006

He laid her head down gently on the grass, smoothing her black braid tenderly.

"Kiss me one more time before you go."

Her lips were warm and soft against his mouth. He wanted their kiss to last forever.

"Why won't you change your mind?"

"I cannot leave my ancestors to this fate."

"But joining them will not change anything."

"No amount of compensation is enough. You must understand that."

She closed her eyes and fell silent. Liu Quiping heard the rushing water rising. He brushed her lips once more and rose to flee. The Yangtze was flooding.

How to Pick Watermelons by a Real Farmer's Daughter
by Teresa Blalock © 2006

Exhausted, my husband and I worked in the field gathering watermelons.

I made the view interesting; skimpy shorts sans panties. Bending to gather the harvest, my own melons peeked out and my shorts rode high over my cheeks.

Thrilled at the sight of my tantalizing ass and tits, he stopped to rub his cock. I finished my row and slipped into the woods.

Steadied against a tree, I shoved my ass out, legs spread. He went in fast and hard! Five sharp strokes - a torrent of heat.

Fatigue faded, replaced with energy. The only way to pick watermelons!

Duet for One
by volponia@hotmail.com © 2006

Her husband's raucous breathing covered the sheets' whisper as she slid quietly from bed.

In the tiny bathroom, she lay with feet planted against the door. The drone of her vibrator obscured the mumble-grumble of his snores. The smooth rubber nub buzzed against her clit. Tears pooled in her eyes as she applied herself to drawing forth yet another resentful, unsatisfied orgasm.

When the doorknob rattled, she froze until his soft footfalls receded toward the other bathroom, then returned to bed.

'What will I say if he asks what I was doing?' she wondered. But he didn't ask; he never did.

Practice makes Perfect
by Keziah Hill © 2005

He took the cock into his mouth, not sure he was doing it right. A grunt from above let him know he was doing okay.

It was just a cock. Bigger than a clit but the principle was the same, suck and lick. He wasn't sure about swallow, but it couldn't be that bad. If Gina could do it, so could he.

"That's right, baby. You're doing fine."

Relief washed over him. Cock sucking was an art like any other. Thankfully, it seemed he was good at it.

A gate slammed and the lights went out.

Ten more years.

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