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The Castle Malinov - Just A Bedroom
By Poison Ivan



By Poison Ivan

_Warning! The following work of fiction contains 
sexual activities between consenting adults. If you are under the age of 
18, then you, of course, have no idea what words like 'sexual' and 'adults' 
and 'consenting' mean, so this story will be incomprehensible to you; if 
you try to read it, your brain may explode. So don't read it._

"Malinov, dude!  Where are the supermodels!" 

"Supermodels?"

"Yeah, you got supermodels here, Malinov?"

"Uhm, I believe they went upstairs, to the right."

"Thanks, dude!"

Damn, Malinov got supermodels!  I hope he got some of the famous 
good-looking ones, the ones in _Sports Illustrated_ or something!  
Jimminy, there must be a million steps in his staircase, so up I go, 
taking three at a time.  Whew!

Long, long hallway, there must be a million rooms in this place!  
Christ!  I poke my head in the first room and there are a dozen naked 
people boinking on the floor, but they don't look like supermodels, 
"Sorry, dudes and dudettes!" and they tell me to piss off.  O.K., I can 
take a hint.

Second door and no one in here at all.  Just a big room full of 
books.  Tons and tons and tons of books.  Like, has Malinov really 
_read_ all these damn books?  Well, no matter.  No supermodels here.

Third door, Bingo!  Just a bedroom, but big, with a big fire in the 
big fireplace and lit up bright with a bunch of those old non-electric 
antique lamp things.  But best of all, tall leggy supermodels!  Two of 
them!  Wearing little miniskirts and drinking daquiris.  One blonde and 
one redhead!

"Awesome!" I say.

"Do we know you?" the redhead says.

"I'm Ivan!"

"Ivan?"

"Yup, Ivan!"

"I'll see you later," the readhead says to the blonde, and she takes 
off.

"Where's she going?" I ask the blonde supermodel.  

"Getting another drink," she says.  Man, is this blonde supermodel a 
babe!  Awesome legs!  Great tits!  

Well, here goes nothing.  "So, babe, you wanna fuck?"

She just stands there.  I don't know what the hell she's waiting for, 
it's a simple question.  She just stares at me for a minute, I wish 
she'd smile or something, aren't supermodels supposed to be good at 
smiling?  

"O.K." she finally says.  "But nothing weird.  O.K.?"

"Awesome!"  I can't believe it, I'm going to fuck a supermodel in 
Malinov's castle!

I rip off my clothes and man, my dick is already hard.  I just stand 
there naked with my dick poking out and she looks at me for a minute, 
what is she waiting for?  She's just standing there.  I can't fuck her 
if she isn't naked!  Damn, I can't believe this!  Am I really going to 
see a naked supermodel?

She looks at me standing here naked and she she shakes her head and 
laughs.  She puts her drink down on the old wood table, man, is all the 
furniture in this place an antique?  Whoa, there she goes!  The zipper 
on the dress comes down and off it comes, and she is _naked naked 
naked_ underneath!  I knew it!  Supermodels don't wear panties!

She has _great_ tits!  Nice and firm with dark little nipples.  And 
not a trace of pubes on her puss!  All shaved off for those swimimsuit 
and lingerie pics, I'm sure!

Time to get into bed!  I throw the covers off the bed and jump in. 
Jesus, this mattress is soft, I sink way down into it, and I have to 
struggle around just to make room for her.  "Come on in!" I say.  

She climbs into bed and the mattress swallows us up.  I've never seen 
a mattress like this, it's like I'm in an inflatable raft floating on 
the ocean.  This could be fun!

I just go for it, roll right on top of the gorgeous supermodel and 
kiss her and we play kissy-face and I grab her tits.  I can't believe 
it, I'm grabbing real supermodel tit!  I pinch the nipples, and they get 
all stiff, just like regular nipples!  This is the greatest!

I need a closer look at these tits!  I go down and I lick her 
beautiful supermodels tits and suck her hard little supermodel nipples, 
and I can't wait to get my hands on her supermodel pussy!

She grabs my dick, cool!  A supermodel is jerking me off!  I can't 
wait to tell the guys about this!  But I can't let her do that, that 
feels _too_ good, or I'm going to spew all over her!

"Time to fuck!" I say.

"O.K." she says.

She flops on her back and I get up on top of her, whoa, the mattress 
is so soft and we sink right down into it, and man, this is _not_ going 
to work!  Her butt is so far down I can barely reach it!

I pull her legs up, up against my shoulders, but shit, she sinks back 
down into the mattress.  "Let go of my legs," she says.

"Sorry, just trying to get an angle."

"Don't grab my legs like that."

"Pillows!" I say.  "We need pillows!"  I grab a pillow from against 
the headboard and I put it down under her hips.  Goddamn feather 
pillows!  No support!  She just sinks right down, the pillows might as 
well not be there at all!

"Doggie style?" I say.

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"I tell you what, I'll go find something."

"Why don't you do that."

So I rush out back into the hall, my stiff dick is waving around and 
I get a few stares from a couple of couples strolling down the hallway, 
but no matter, I got a supermodel to get back to!  I head back into the 
book room.  No way Malinov will miss a few of these.  I grab a few off 
the shelves, four or five, damn, they weigh a ton!  I run back to the 
bedroom with my armful of books.  "Here you go!" and I dump them on the 
bed.  

"What are these for?" she says.

I pile the books in the middle of the bed and put the feather pillows 
on top of them.  I pat the raised platform.  "Put it there, babe!"

The supermodel just sits there for a minute.  But she laughs, she's 
going for it, she's a sport!  She plops her butt down on top of the 
books and pillows, and cool!  We have open twat!

My dick is aching for it, and I'm right up between her long legs 
and--ah!--in I go!

I pump her in and out, she's all hot and sticky and man, she's 
strong!  She's humping me back and bucking up and down so I settle in 
and fuck her good!  I'm going, going good now, and her skin is all pink 
and sweaty and I kiss her and she sucks my tongue right out of my mouth, 
Christ!  

I'm on a roll now, I got the rhythm, and I go up on one arm and use 
my free thumb to go for her clit and she groans--ha!--she likes that!  
And around and around I go with my thumb and she whimpers and bucks and 
she throws her head back and lets out a big groan.

Awesome!  Supermodel orgasm!

And I get a-rockin and a-rollin and a-fuckin and a-strollin--and uh 
oh!--here I go!  I give her one good thrust and sink all the way in and 
dump my jizz right inside her.  

Wow!  Awesome!  That was the best ever!  

I get off her and my dick is getting soft, and it's all red and wet 
and I lie down in the big feather mattress.  The supermodel scoots off 
the book pile, the pile has sunk down in the soft bed. The supermodel 
fishes around under the pillows and pulls out a couple books.  

Man, I am done for!  What a fuck!  My dick is going to remember this 
one for weeks!

The supermodel rolls over on her stomach and flips through the book 
and man what an ass!  I've never seen such a great ass!  I dive right 
down on her grab her hips and bury my nose in the small of her back.  

"I can't believe I just fucked a supermodel!" I say.

"I'm not a model," she says.

"No?"

"No."

"Shit."  Well, that's a bummer!  But still, she was the best!  "Well, 
you were great anyway! Even if you aren't a supermodel, you're still a 
superbabe!"

She rolls out from under me and her thighs are apart. "I'm a writer," 
she says.  Her bald little pussy is right there and looks good enough to 
eat!

What did she say?  A writer?  Did I hear right?  "A writer?"

"Yes, a writer."

"Oh.  Well.  That's cool too."

Writer chicks, well, who would have guessed it?  Best fuck ever!  And 
she sure has great tits!  You know, if she's a writer, maybe she can 
tell me something ...

"So, super-writer-babe, do you know Bronwen?"

             

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