Novells by Clarice Clique

Mindy bounced up and down on top of Eddie.

He squeezed her breasts tentatively, partly because he was trying to contain his lust and not come within the first five seconds of her undressing and mounting him, but mainly because it had been so long that he had no confidence in what he was doing.

He was a beta male who had somehow wondered into an alpha male's fantasy. Mindy stood 5'2,'' the idea of youthful perfection, complete with slender hips and perky breasts. She was the girl next-door, blonde hair in a swinging ponytail, a winning smile. The smart but slutty girl home for the university break, glasses on and knickers off. Most of all, she was his son's cute babysitter and she was almost twenty years younger than him.

"Look, this is nice, really nice. But I don't think it's quite right. I'm a lot older than you." Eddie panted, more than spoke. He couldn't look into her smiling face. He dropped his gaze and found himself staring at her strawberry-colored nipples.

"I know. That's why we're doing this." Her voice was breathy as she slid up his length and then plunged down on him.

"We're doing this because I drank too much tonight and my friends were teasing me about how long it's been since, well, since..."

"Since you got your cock wet?" she said with a teasing smile. "How long has it been?"

"Two and a half years. I haven't wanted anyone since Karen died."

Mindy stroked his cheek in a tender gesture. "That's cute and I'm honored to be the one to break your draught and all, but talking about your dead wife doesn't really do it for me. Change subject. Tell me how tight my pussy is and how great my tits are. If you flatter me enough I'll let you take my ass." She gave him a wink.

He couldn't tell if she was for real or if she was teasing. He put his hands on her hips to stop her riding him, although his instinct was to use this beautiful pert body to wank himself off. He bit his lip and tried to keep the more moral part of him in control. "Mindy, we should stop. I'm taking advantage. This is wrong. I had all these thoughts in my head when I came home. And then

2 you were there, curled up asleep in front of the telly. My lust took over. You're a very attractive girl. I'm sorry that I've let things get this far."

"You're not sorry and I wasn't asleep." Mindy pinched his nipples.

Laughing, Claudia arched her back over his legs. “That’s good, sugar, use me as your fuck-toy, use my body to wank your thick cock off.”

Bryan stood, supporting her weight, as she wrapped her legs around him. He bounced her up and down on his cock.

Claudia ripped the front of her top open. “Look at my tits, Bryan. Look at how they move as your big, fat cock fucks me. Suck on my titties, honey. Get oedipal on me, I can be your Sugar Mummy. Fuck knows you’re young enough to be my son, maybe even my grandson if we’re counting my real age.” Claudia laughed and laughed.

Bryan carried her over to the large mirror and rammed her back against it.

“Harder! Fuck me harder. Use all those beautiful, young muscles and fuck me as hard as you can,” Claudia ordered in her firmest voice.

Bryan increased his speed, the sweat pouring down his face. Claudia breathed in his aroma, stronger than ever before.

“You fuck almost as well as a vampire.” Her voice was teasing, but Claudia was feeling something akin to fear. The pleasure was tearing through her body. Whatever the forces were that kept her body talking, walking, and fucking, right now felt pushed to the limit. Everything hurt. It was a good pain. Every nerve felt alive. She wanted to scream, but she held back. She was scared of what all this emotion, this ecstasy would do to her.

“Bite me,” Bryan said.

His voice cut through her orgasms. She looked at him, there were tears mixing with the sweat. She should have smelled them.

“Bite me. Bite me.” He leaned into her neck and bit down on her skin. “Please, bite me.” He bit down harder and harder, across her throat and shoulders.

“Bryan. Stop.”

“I know you want to.” He pulled all but the tip of his cock out then plunged it back into her at the same time he put his mouth over her nipple and clamped his teeth down on the delicate flesh.

Claudia screamed. She threw Bryan off, and he landed with a thump on the floor. She pounced on top of him, her teeth bared, her mind blank. With a snarl, she bit into Bryan’s skin, the warm blood flowing into her mouth. She had no thoughts but felt overcome with a sense of happiness and a feeling that the world was just as it was supposed to be. With a smile, she flicked her tongue over her lips then bent over his body to drink mor

The first time was an accident.

A typical Monday morning, running around wildly, making a mess of everything. I grabbed my mug for a last gulp of coffee and splattered it over my blouse. I pulled it off, yanking a button loose in the process. I searched through my wardrobe, throwing my skimpy party tops to the side, praying that I had another clean office top. Finally I found one, but the material was too thin. You could see through it to my lacy bra, and through that to the dark circles of my nipples. I took a deep breath, pulled the new blouse and the bra off, and looked for more appropriate underwear. With a plain bra in my hand, I turned to glance at my alarm clock. But it wasn't the time that caught my attention. Out of the corner of my eye, through the window, I saw her. And I froze.

I'd never bothered with blinds on the bedroom window of my little terraced house. It overlooked farm fields and the garden of one big detached house, and I'd never seen any need to obscure my view for the sake of privacy. I knew a man and a woman lived in the detached house from glimpsing them in their garden occasionally, but I never saw them out and about in the village, and if I had we weren't even on the "Hi, how are you?" level of casual acquaintances.

Yet, here I was, dressed only in my stockings and office skirt, staring straight into the eyes of my neighbor.

My heart thumped in my chest and I seemed unable to move and do the simple thing of drawing the curtains, or even put a modest hand over my naked breasts. Instead I gazed into the teasing green eyes of the woman who was staring unabashedly at me. She was wearing a short summer dress that moved with the morning breeze, allowing me to appreciate how slim and long her white legs were. Her hair fell loose over her shoulders. If anyone had asked me before, I would have struggled to recall whether she was blonde or brunette. In the light of the morning sun, I could clearly see all the different colors -- red, brown, gold, light and darker strands mingling together to create a vision of beauty.

I felt giddy looking at her and forced myself to drop my gaze. My eyes lowered to the curve of her chest pushing against the material of her dress.

Color rushed to my cheeks. I stepped forward, pulled the curtains closed and tried to focus my mind on getting ready for the work day. As I put my bra on, I looked down at the pink-brownness of my nipples. Had my neighbor been able to see how hard they were from where she was standing?