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Archive-name: SpecMome/temptrs1.txt


Archive-title: Young Temptress, The

Part One:  The Older Sister Impaled

	She was tall and slender, and the golden length of her 

hair fell down to the petite shape of her waist-line. Her eyes 

were a deeply enchanting hazel  and they could penetrate in 

one look the souls of a thousand men.

	But she was just that slight bit out of proportion. The 

kind of girl that catches your eye by the attraction of a part of 

her body rather than her overall appearance. Not to say that she 

didn't turn the heads of many eligible bachelors, but she 

wouldn't attract the cameras of magazines. She had potential, 

but alas her completeness was not there.

	James was an impressionable chap. Although he tended 

to take first impressions very seriously, he sometimes gave 

himself room for second thoughts if a relationship did not hold 

for him the high expectations that he maintained.

	But he wasn't one to toy with emotions. If he knew that 

he could damage a girl with a brief romance then he knew that 

he should not take the chance. This happened on not altogether 

rare occasions but invariably involved girls of an age much 

less than his own.

	Being 19 he knew that younger girls tended to take a 

broken heart a little more serious than those of a more mature 


	Justine was her name. She was the picture of his very 

dreams. The tall, blonde intelligent look of a girl that knew what 

she wanted and wasn't prepared to muck around. Although not 

altogether forward, she knew how to make a first approach.

	The music had not as yet built to the expected heights of 

volume and intensity that would accompany the latter hours of 

the nightclub, and conversation was a welcome relief from 

approaching boredom.

	"I suppose you come here often?"

	He was startled out of the thought of him coming 

crashing out of a sharp turn on his jet ski earlier in the day to 

see the smile on her face. Having stood behind this female in 

the queue to get in, he had not expected his 'mate to mate' 

conversation to have impressed her at all. In fact, he had 

expected the opposite sentiment. 

	But the sight wasn't exactly painful, and he was actually 

delighted to have been approached. Perhaps the approach was 

a little too obvious, but being male the selection was not 

necessarily his to make.

	"No, not too often actually, but when I get a chance......"

	She blushed a smile, pretending to concentrate on the 

stirring of her drink. "It's just that I haven't made the trip into 

town lately since all the new nightclubs sprung up after the 

earthquake. "

	"No, " being quick to continue the conversation, " nor 

have I. But it's great to see, isn't it."

	Again the imitation stir, "Yeah, I agree. It's just that I've 

been away from the city in the meantime and don't really 

remember where everything is. I mean, I haven't even been into 

the city for 3 years...."

	He recognised the bait. His first impulse was of course 

the following question, but he gave himself some time to think 

by lifting the beer and taking a hearty mouthful. By the time he 

swallowed, the casual sentence emerged as the victor of the 

war to gain priority in his thoughts

" I'd be happy to show you around if you like."

	Instantly the smile. She fancied this guy. He had 

seemed to purposely ignore her most of the night, so that she 

could take a long a decisive glance at the muscular formation of 

his lower torso and his back. It was enough to have impressed 

her and carry her this far across the room.

	She turned to face back across the room to see her 

friends, and gave them a confirming wink.

	"Just let me finish my beer first."

	Typical Aussie, she almost mumbled aloud. She knew 

what she really wanted, and undoubtedly so did he, but a beer 

is a beer and a bloke is a bloke. She smiled and nodded, lifting 

her own glass and tilting it towards his. 

	Of course, he was first to finish, but soon she was 

stirring ice and making gurgling noises with the last drop of fluid 

up the straw, and she looked up happily, gently placing the 

glass on the counter.

	They both stood, casually dropping hands together, and 

turned to make for the door. Of course, the club admission had 

branded their wrists upon entry, so the slight tinge of guilt he 

felt at wasting money was relieved by the fact that he could 

return later at will. Little did he suspect that these feelings were 

not mutual - plans had been made and juices were already 

starting to flow.

	The clip of her heeled shoes down the footpath attracted 

his attention. "I see by those shoes that you either didn't plan to 

walk too far  tonight or were prepared to wear out the soles of 

your stockings." 

	He stifled a glance down to her feet and took in the 

length of her figure. The dark mini dress was stretching between 

her legs with each step, her dark tanned and almost perfectly 

smooth legs almost glistening in the fresh night. He took the 

time to measure her apparently firm little bum and saw the 

curved lines blend to a thin waist and a perfectly taught 

stomach. The need for a belt to keep her stomach in line was 

obviously not considered appropriate.

	She had the dark skin of a girl that attended the beach 

regularly, and also the supple smoothness that proved she 

wasn't a complete beach bum - she took care of her skin and it 

showed. He eyed carefully the low cut line of the top of her 

dress and noted no tan marks across her cleavage. Her breasts 

seemed squashed in their garment and therefore bulged a little 

out of the top edge. But the bulge of skin was small and tapered 

away quickly, giving credit to the firmness of each breast and 

the shape they were determined to maintain. Her neck was 

slender and looked delicate, with no sign of veins that belied 

age or stress. She looked the same age as he, and by the time 

he found rest at looking her in the face, he found her staring at 

him. The long transition from shoe to face had been made 

totally unaware of her looking back.

	Each of the parts of her figure seemed to slot into place 

perfectly, but there was something amiss - something about her 

shape. It wasn't quite perfect - at least not on 'supermodel' 

status - although she proved quite a feast for the eyes. Her face, 

too, although quite beautiful, missed a little in places and just 

seemed to be a little below the 'perfect beauty' threshold.

	He was more than aroused by her appearance, and he 

continued to stare at her.

	"Well, one way or the other, I don't plan to waste my 

night." She smiled back mischievously, looking him in the eye. 

Even though her tall slender figure measured quite a height, the 

length of his own well trained figure out  stretched hers by some 

five centimetres.

	She withdrew her right hand from his, and wrapped her 

arm around his waist, reaching out with her left hand to encircle 


	"My goodness," he gasped at the satisfaction it gave 

him, "I didn't expect that."

	"No, neither did I. "

	He now a little confused but nonetheless happy, they 

both continued on into the next club.

	With plenty of money, neither complained about the 

entry ticket price, but rather entered with lots of high 


	The tempo had built at this location, the music was 

turned up loud and people were already enjoying themselves 

on the dance floor. One couple in particular were dancing 

separate from the rest, enjoying themselves in one corner. But 

their dancing was different, almost on the verge of erotic.

	James was resting with his back against the wall as 

Justine returned with the drinks. Despite his plea for wanting the 

first shout, she insisted on the grounds of first approach and 

promptly trotted off to the bar.

	She placed both drinks on one of the hundreds of drink 

supports scattered around the room in front of him, and turned 

to back towards him, resting gently back. His arms naturally 

surrounded her, gripping together just below her belly. The heat 

was already emanating from her, and she rested for a moment 

enjoying the intimacy. But a drink was a drink, and she knew the 

side effects of having placed them on the table. She carefully 

unlocked the embrace, and bent forward at the hips, pushing her 

rounded figure into what was now quickly becoming the focus of 

her attention. She took one sip of her own drink, feeling the slow 

throbbing of pumping blood behind her mini skirt, and then 

reached out further to grab his beer. The last reach forward had 

forced her to increase the pressure behind her, and he let out a 

small whimper.

	Despite the pleasure such pressure can bring for a 

male, too much can bring discomfort. He knew his arousal was 

unavoidable, what with such an inviting picture of almost perfect 

beauty stretching out in front of him, but the last stretch forward 

had the words 'painful crush' rather than 'gentle pressure' 

attached to it.

	She passed the beer over her should and he gladly took 

it with his right hand. At first, though, with his attention so 

distracted, he placed the beer on the table directly to his right 

and waited for her to settle into position.

	As she leaned back he gently moved his left hand into 

position on her smooth lower belly and moved her ever so 

slightly. His length fell into the cleavage of her rear and she 

was now centralised in front of him. With his gonads in comfort 

once again, he reached for his beer and took the first mouthful, 

replacing it on the table once his upper lip had been sufficiently 

covered in froth.

	The two on the dance floor again caught his attention. 

They were gyrating wildly in the corner, one backing towards the 

wall, the other backing in unison at a rough maximum 

separation of no more than 2 millimetres. The male in behind, 

the female in front, it was almost as if they were having sex on 

the floor. His concentration absorbed, he didn't realise that his 

hand fell into place over her quickly moistening heat source.

	His eyes firmly locked on the two out on the floor, he 

reached out for his beer and took another 2 mouths full, again 

replacing it carefully with only a momentary glance to locate the 


	She began to breath a little heavier. At first the gentle 

brush of his hand so close to her pussy had excited her and 

given her a shrill, but when his hand moved into position right 

over her she took a breath and held it. He didn't seem to know 

that he was pleasing her, but then he moved to tickle her 

clittoris ever so enchantingly. The slurp of beer over her 

shoulder seemed to belie his extreme non-chalant attittude to 

displays of sex. This, too, excited her to no end. She had not 

exactly expected such an obvious foreplay, but the thrill of 

being in the open turned her on. So far about three people had 

noticed the position of his hand and she almost enjoyed the 

display they were giving.

	But all this time he failed to notice her increase in 

breathing. Not really anything resembling a pant, the thrusts of 

her chest were becoming slower and elongated, and she closed 

her eyes once or twice to savour the feeling.

	The two dancing on the floor moved in behind the corner, 

and when they emerged they were separated, the guy smiling 

and sliding both his hands down the side of his companion. It 

was only obvious now that they had actually been making love 

together a few seconds before, and James was startled at how 

obvious the display had been.

	Justine had failed to notice, being lost in her own world 

of increasing excitement. She knew know that she would have to 

take things into her own hands to go any further, but she was 

willing to wait. She lifted her left hand and placed it gently on 

his neck, brushing it ever so lightly against his skin, passing it 

across his mouth.

	He was enjoying the hand, ever so delicate. It was so 

smooth and slender. He kissed it briefly as it passed his lips, 

and trailed down his shoulder. She lightly risked brushing her 

hand down his opposite arm, over her head, and down her side 

until  she came across his hands.

	Immediately he knew where his hand was placed and 

was starting to withdraw it when she held it in place. He noticed 

for the first time her heat and her breathing, and looked down 

over her shoulder to see her firm chest moving in and out. Her 

head was tilted back slightly and her eyes were closed, and he 

gained a considerable amount of satisfaction  knowing that she 

was 'getting off' so easily. 

	He moved one finger in towards her slightly, touching 

the small hard skin of her clitoris, now  sticking out in her 

excitement. It was incredible just how easily she had become 

aroused - and he hadn't even meant to touch her!

	Being almost the same height, when she turned and 

placed her hands firmly on his neck, with elbows out to each 

side, their lips were almost perfectly in position for the first 

kiss. The initial second of dry lips together faded away quickly 

as they licked tongue upon tongue and began the first probe of 

each other's internals. He lightly rippled his fingers  up and 

down her sides, sending shrills down her spin. Her arousal was 

building rapidly and the tickle under her armpits had almost 

sent her over the edge. Climax had come so close so quick she 

almost could not believe that she was not dreaming.

	She pulled back after two or three minutes and looked 

mischievously in his eyes. She carefully took him out of the 

mid-light into the darkness. They could still be seen, of course, 

but in the darkness their visibility to the rest of the crowd was 

made more difficult by the spotlight that shone back out into the 

crowd from above their heads.

	She lowered her right hand down the side of his arm, 

running back up his ribs. She lowered her left to meet her right 

at his chest, and rubbed it firmly but gently. Slowly making 

circles with her hands, she then lifted one of her hands and 

gently drew one finger along his chin.

	Once he closed his eyes, which was her main aim, she 

made the move.

	She pulled her pelvis away from his just enough to allow 

her right hand to pass between the two, and she slowly slid his 

zipper down. His eyes opened with a start and he looked around 

to see if anyone was looking, but being under the glare there 

weren't too many eyes that would try to brave the light.

	The open zipper gave way to hard cotton, and she ran a 

finger up and down the length. He smiled again and then once 

more closed his eyes. Although he would like to be in control it 

was a magnificent feeling to be jumped by this woman.

	She then squashed her centre finger up under the top of 

the zip and pulled down the cotton, exposing raw skin. Now 

requiring two hands to be careful, she curled one finger around 

the back of his dick and pulled, while ensuring that none of the 

skin caught on the hard edge of the zipper.

	Finally, the not-too-small but not-too-large throbber was 

squeezed between the two of them, and she moved her hands 

up again to his neck, pointing out her elbows, and kissed him 

feverishly for another few minutes.

	His erection grew at the thought of her suddenly leaving 

and exposing him to the view of everyone else, and he almost 

began to panic as the intensity of her kissing grew.

	Then her left hand moved away and back down to his 

exposed dick and trickled past it, just barely tickling the furry 

balls hanging below. She then pushed her finger down just to 

the edge of the front of her skirt and pulled it up over the top of 

his length.

	From there he had expected a struggle with underpants 

but immediately he found warmth and comfort. He had not really 

believed the stories of girls going to nightlclubs in miniskrts 

with no undies, but obviously by this display it was true. He 

almost cursed himself that he hadn't taken the time to try and 

look on other women before, to try and see if anything gave 

away this secret. Besides the obvious perversion, he guessed 

it didn't really matter anyways. But it really made him wonder 

how many of the girls in the room had undies and how many 


	She began to stand on her toes, and her mound seemed 

to slide slowly up his length. But that was not enough - she was 

caught about two thirds of the way up and was at the limit of her 

toes. He would have to do the rest.

	She wrapped both arms around his neck and held him as 

tight as she could, whispering in his ear. "You know what I want. 

Please, lower yourself to my sweetness. The tender moment is 

so close."

	He slowly bent his knees, enduring the encasing feel of 

her outer lips as they aligned with the top of his circumcision. 

He felt the warmth and smoothness emanating from her, and 

she tugged gently at him, wanting him to stand again.

	The penetration at first was barely perceptible. The outer 

lips were already parted and the final chasm was about to be 

entered. But he felt a restriction - something seemed to hold him 


	He pushed a little harder, standing a little straighter, and 

felt the first sign of give.

	She closed her eyes, holding him tight. The first entry 

was always the one to savour, and she was not ready to lower 

herself onto him. He rose slightly, creating pressure. She had 

not known that his was so thick. The length had not been that 

great upon extraction from his jeans, but now she realised that 

his length was not of major concern.

	She felt the pleasure of the stretch as he pushed a little 

harder. The head of his cock had only just begun to enter - there 

were thicker parts still to come. She moaned ever so slightly at 

the wonderful feel, even now rising to what would be an early 

climax. Her inner lips were feeling like they would stretch to 

their limit today, and she began to wonder if she could endure 

the slight tinge of pain.

	He was contemplating an all and out ram when finally 

his maximum diameter came to the point of entry. At least, he 

knew, he could fit from here. He had never before known a girl to 

be so tight, and his sudden climactic urge was only quenched 

by the thought of the fat girl that sat on a seat across the other 

side of the room.

	Now at least half penetrated, he was standing flat and 

wanted ever so dearly to stand on his toes, but already he could 

feel her lowering onto him.

	It was now obvious that their height difference had been 

concentrated in their legs. Without coming down to rest on her 

heels, she was already at his base, and the coldness of his 

zipper excited her suddenly.

	Together they sat for minutes, enjoying each others 

warmth, trying to crawl their way back down from the almost 

instantaneous climax that both of them had. She stood on her 

toes again and dropped on him suddenly, crushing her outer 

lips on the zip teeth. The pain led instantly to pleasure and she 

exhaled suddenly.

	"Ohhhh, that was incredible." she uttered, and then as 

an afterthought, she opened her eyes. "Can you, um, stand on 

your toes? "

	He looked at her with a smile, but seriously doubted that 

he could support the weight. He  looked at the longing in her 

eyes and moved his hands to her waste. He clasped her thin 

figure and lifted slightly, the feeling of her pussy clasping 

around him forcing him to close his eyes in pleasure.

	"Oh, you aren't that heavy after all."

	She smiled. "I am kicking off my heels now, I hope you 

don't mind."

	Before he could let her down her heels were off to the 

floor, and as he lowered her he began to realise that if he didn't 

bend his knees she would impale herself.  To make matters 

worse, she bent her legs at the knee - now he was left with no 

way to support her but his hands and his cock.

	But her absolute feather lightness led him to believe that 

perhaps he could support her at only one point, and he began to 


	He lifted her again with his hands, her muscles closing 

in around him, and stood up straight, almost high on his toes. 

Then he let her down quickly to judge the pain that he would 

have to endure.

	Surprisingly, the pain was not to be. He actually enjoyed 

the sensation. He lifted her again, once more the muscles 

closing, this time with more strength.

	She knew he was testing out his ability. He had not as 

yet let go of her waist, but she was just waiting for him to build 

the confidence. In this lift she tightened herself around him as 

hard as she could, flexing muscles that she had tried to build 

since the beginning of puberty.

	He let her down quickly again, but this time released 

pressure on her waist. She was supported solely by the 

strength of his member, and this she admired greatly. Not a 

single man had endured up to this point. His was obviously a 

tower of strength.

	Again he lifted her and watched her face as her eyes 

opened. She strained to grip him with her vagina has he lifted 

her up and right to the tip of  his dick. She still had her legs bent 

back at the knees, and he gave her a comforting smile.

	Without warning, he let her go, and she dropped on him. 

The impact at first caused him pain but it quickly built to 

pleasure as she giggled with delightful  ecstacy. He moved his 

hands to her side again, and started to enjoy the moment. The 

music was filling  his head, there was heaps of other people in 

the room - any of which could be watching him through the 

smoky haze - and a beautiful girl was impaled on him. 

	He began to swing his hips with the rhythm, swinging 

her with him. The temptation to get onto the dance floor was 

almost irresistible. But whilst they were covered by the brilliant 

spot light, he felt no desire to become too much of a display. He 

turned to his right on a suspicion, and caught the glances of two 

girls as they quickly looked away. Whether or not it was of 

shame for observing, or disgust on the part of his partner or 

jealousy on his part he could not guess.

	And frankly he couldn't give a damn.

	He swung a little more wildly and then jumped up and 

down a few times. Then, on the spur of the moment, he twirled a 

full circle. The pain of it was enough to stop him from falling 

over the edge and pump into her, but his partner was 

experiencing nothing but bliss.

	She hugged him hard, having just come to the edge of 

an orgasm, and then put her hands in his. She lifted them up 

into the air until they supported themselves, and then lifted 

herself on his hands, scrunching her face in trying to hold her 

muscles as tight as possible around him.

	She lifted herslef all the way up and he fell out of her. 

She was hanging too close to him and he almost penetrated her 

ass. That would not have been altogether bad, but she had 

never tried that sort of thing before and the thought of it actually 

scared her. She lowered her legs and pushed against him in 

order to find him again. The head touched again on her inner 

lips, and the pressure began to build. She lifted her legs from 

the knees again and, knowing that sudden pressure around him 

and a fall to the very base of his cock would follow, she let 

herself go.

	She squeezed onto him as tightly as before and dropped 

down bloody hard, letting out a small yelp as she began to 

come. She tightened around him, let her hands fall back over 

her head, and  jerked a spasm or two as she excreted a 

ridiculous amount of fluid.

	He felt the incredible heat as the wave of her juices 

surge passed him and in that moment he too was forced onto a 

higher level. In the noise of her and the crowd, he looked to the 

right to see a guy looking straight at him. All he heard was "Are 


	He looked to the right of that guy again to see the girls 

smiling at him and licking their lips, almost laughing. At that 

moment he came, and the look on his face as he tried to conceal 

the fact showed both pain and discomfort. In the midst of the 

burst he managed a rather uneven "Pardon me?"

	The guy stepped closer, eyeing the female with legs off 

the ground  supported by nothing that immediately registered to 

the eye. His initial moment of confusion led to a slight 

embarrassment, but he persisted.

	"I said, have you finished with these glasses?"

	Five glasses were position on a bench - none of which 

were theirs.  Their own glasses had been left  a small way back 

up the wall.

	"Yeah, sure, take them."

	The guy quickly stacked, looking at the junction of the 

two out of the corner of his eye. He could just see the base of 

balls and the wetness of her spread lips as he bent down with 

the stack of glasses in his arm to pick up a glass that had fallen 

on the floor. His own member suddenly grew hard at the thought 

of screwing this beautiful woman as Justine turned to face him. 

He blushed, knowing he was caught, and turned and hurried 

away. Several guys in behind the bar would soon know what 

was going on and god knows what would happen then. Perhaps 

even a spotlight might be turned on them just to embarrass 

them. He began to panic, his heartbeat rushing wildly, as he 

pumped the last of his cum into her.

	She was coming down from her incredible orgasm and 

only just realised that the glass collector had spoken. She 

noticed the girls too and quickly wrapped her arms around Jim's 

neck. She kissed him feverishly, almost a thank you for the 

level she had just attained, and stayed in place as the strength 

died out of her support.

	Her legs wrapped around his and she hung to him, 

kissing and hanging and rubbing almost violently now. As he 

shrunk inside her, little did he know that his movements were 

building another crescendo inside her. She squeezed harder 

and harder to get him to strengthen, but to no avail. The 

tightness of her clenches popped him out, and in that last 

movement she shuddered to a brief but explosive orgasm. In 

his ear, she whispered as she proceeded 

"Myyyygggoooooooddddd,  I'm coming


	The smell of the juices from her wafted up to him, almost 

perfume in their fragrance. She smelled so sweet he had the 

instantaneous urge to want to eat her out. But in such an 

obvious position, there wasn't much he could do but appear to 

support her by her buttocks, whilst reaching around and rubbing 

her slightly. He knew she was capable of yet another ascent to 

the incredible levels of ecstasy and rapture that they had just 

experienced,  but he had been exhausted. Perhaps without the 

glass collector he could have managed quite a few more times, 

but his spirit had left.

	She lowered herself from him and, before separating, 

took the time to replace his member inside his jeans, lifting the 

cotton undergarment into place before lifting the zipper. 

Experience with pubic hair and zippers, she reminded herself, 

led to an unhappy ending.

	His first action was to lick the five fingers of the hand 

that had entered her, and the taste was incredible. Like a musty 

flower the scent he smelled transformed into a taste that 

transfixed him. The combination of both their juices had seemed 

to make a cocktail of pure perfection. 

	He gave her a taste and she smiled, her lips encircling 

his fingers emulating the erotic oral intercourse he so 

desparately wanted to undergo. The look in her eyes as her 

tongue flitted about his fingernail almost re-invigorated his 

spirit. But this was no place for a romance, they would have to 

find another time or place.

	She released a stealthy sound from her lips, holding him 

closer and looking him in the eye. "Your place or mine."



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