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Midnight Snack
by Lord Malinov


Jim wiggled the edge of his fork through the sugary pie.  The soft 
buzz of insects, coming clear through the screen windows, serenaded 
the dark night.  Slipping the tines beneath the crust, Jim lifted the 
morsel into his mouth.  The sweet decadence of pecans and corn syrup 
melted over his tongue.

"Mmm," Jim sighed, his calm, satisfied smile lit only by the faint 
glow of a humid summer moon.

The sound of footsteps shuffling closer aroused Jim's fading 
attention.  He looked up to discover the slow approach of a woman, 
her white nightdress glowing slightly in the dim corridor.

"Ellen," Jim said quietly.  The sleepy woman looked up and pushed her 
bangs away from her eyes.

"Hey, Jim," Ellen responded, hardly lifting her slippered feet.

"Trouble sleeping?" he asked.  Ellen continued past him to the
refrigerator and pulled the door.  The white light within shone
brightly.  Jim held his breath, attentively watching as the
silhouette of Ellen's naked body took shape beneath her thin cotton
gown.  She leaned over, shuffling the crowded array of jars, bottles
and plates of leftovers, while Jim studied the faint shadows of
curls under the arch of her lean thighs, and the heavy swells of her
loosely hanging breasts.  Ellen pulled out a bottle of beer and
pushed the door closed with a bare foot as she twisted off the cap.

Jim sighed, teased by the tingling within his boxers.  Ellen pulled 
out a chair and sat down.

"It's so peaceful," he said softly.  "Quite a change."

"Crazy day," said Ellen, lifting the bottle for a swig.

"I always have trouble sleeping in a strange bed," Jim said, pushing 
away the last bites of pie.

"I know," said Ellen.  "What a day."

"Debbie did a really good job with the party.  I can't believe how 
good everything was."  Jim rubbed his bare belly.  "I shouldn't have 
eaten that pie," he said, smiling.

"I can't even think of food," said Ellen.  "I ate too much already."  
She took another drink.

"Maybe I'll have one of those.  Might help me sleep."  Jim stepped 
over to the refrigerator and squinted into the bright light.

"I had the wildest dream," Ellen said softly.  "I had to get out of 
bed, just to calm myself down."

"Nightmare?" asked Jim, sitting down beside her.

"No," she said slowly, "I wouldn't call it that."  She took a sip of 
her beer.  "It was more like a . . . ."  Ellen smiled.

"Hmm?" Jim asked, grinning.

"Well, it was arousing," said Ellen shyly, blushing in the dark.

"Tell me," said Jim, leaning forward.

"I was in this big castle, and like there had been a party," said 

"Pretty much describes the day," said Jim.

"Yeah, but this was one of those old stone castles and I was walking 
down the hallway, feeling lost.  There were big red and black 
tapestries, you know, the kind that have big battles woven into them 
and there were huge guys, like suits of armor like standing guard 
with long pikes and spears."  Ellen leaned back and took a drink 
of her beer.  She sat the empty bottle down on the table.

"Sounds erotic," said Jim, cooly trying to encourage her to go on.  
Ellen stood and walked over to get another beer.  Jim leaned to one 
side,  giving himself a better angle to gaze at the profile of her 
hardened nipple.  Ellen sat down with a lazy sigh and leaned back in 
the tall wooden chair.  

"I opened a door," Ellen whispered, "and Jeff and Alice were 
inside the room, fucking like dogs."

"Wow," said Jim, "I would love to have seen that."  He could barely 
make out the dark ring of Ellen's left nipple through her white gown.

"I know," said Ellen.  "They just looked up, smiling and I closed the 
door.  Then I went into the next room, and Carol was sucking on 
Mike's prick."  Ellen's voice darkened as she tried to force the 
naughty words out.

"Are you sure it was a dream?" asked Jim, chuckling.  "Maybe this 
anniversary party is just wilder than we expected."  He put his hand 
on Ellen's bare thigh.  She laughed and moved slightly forward so 
that Jim's fingers reached higher.

"I don't think Carol's ever sucked Jeff's dick, much less anyone 
else's."  Ellen said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I didn't really think," Jim said, his hand creeping up Ellen's 
thigh, "really?"  She spread her legs a little more.

"Nah, she's pretty inhibited," Ellen said as Jim's fingers grazed her 
moist lips.

"What a waste," said Jim, his thoughts elsewhere.

"I opened the door to Ted and Debbie's room, in the dream, and you 
were there."

"Really," said Jim.

"You had your tongue in her cunt."

"Mmm," Jim said, slipping a finger along the damp folds of Ellen's 

"And I woke up with my hand, right there."

"I see," said Jim, dipping into the moist pool.

"And," sighed Ellen, "I just had to get out of bed, or I would have . 
. . and there's just so many people around . . . I didn't know if I 
could keep myself quiet."

"Hush," said Jim, slipping down onto the floor.  Ellen scooted 
forward to kiss him with her wet pussy.  Jim slipped a strong tongue 
up her sultry lips.

"Oh, God," she whispered anxiously, spreading her legs wide.  "What 
if someone comes down?"  She put her hands lovingly on his thick 
curled hair.  Jim lapped at her pussy earnestly.  "Wouldn't that be a 
scandal?"  His tongue teased her clit and then sank between her lips.

Moonlight shimmered through her light hair as Ellen focussed her 
thoughts on the sensations of Jim's furious lick.  Tensing her legs, 
she pushed herself against his lips, anxiously bringing herself 
closer to the touch she sought.  Jim closed his eyes and drank the 
musky juices that poured from Ellen's cunt.  

"Eat me, Jim," she moaned, pushing herself against his fast tongue.  
Jim smiled as the shudders of escape ran rampant through her body, 
the quivers of release drenching his face in her sweet scent.

"Wow," said Ellen, shivering as Jim cast a lusty glance up to her.  
"That was just what I needed."

Jim lifted himself off the linoleum, his boxers tented by the hard 
staff within.  Ellen reached up to tease Jim's anxious prick, but sat 
back quickly as the sound of footsteps approached.  Jim sat down and 
pulled the plate of pie back.

"Oh," said Debbie.  "It's you two.  I thought I heard someone."

"Yeah," said Jim.  "Midnight snack."

"Mmmm," said Debbie, opening the refrigerator.  "Sounds good."




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