Erotic Treacle Nick Armbrister
- NICK ARMBRISTER/JBS
- May 11, 2020
- 8 min read
Erotic Treacle
Nick Armbrister
This collection features four of Nick Armbrister's varied erotic short stories.
They Agreed is about a mysterious European gothic girl called Varna. Norman goes to meet her from England. They get to know one another in every way.
Little Red Lise is an erotic tale of Lise, who loves the forest and her small pond. She meets a strange wartime pilot, Wolf. Things soon get heated.
Bunker Down Panda Boy is about two 'people' living in the forest. Bob and Pito are a couple with a difference. Check them out.
Death of the Old West is about a cowboy/drifter who wanders about alone. A nuclear was ravaged society and he seems to be the only one left. Maisie keeps him company.
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“What now my love?” he queried, placing a hand upon her perfect leg and running it up to her bushy pussy. “You can do anything you want to me,” she simply said. “Really?” he asked. “Yes,” she confirmed. Lying down next to her Norman embraced the curvy Danish lady and kissed her passionately for many minutes. He felt her respond to her kisses and not flinch away. They were a union of the flesh. With one hand he ticked her pubic hair making her giggle like a school girl. She held him tightly when he placed a single finger inside her cunt, all the way up and fingered her. He watched her with satisfaction and listened to her little groans when he put his finger all the way up and slowly withdrew it again, he found something she liked! Increasing the speed of his finger he stimulated her inner pussy starting to bring her to orgasm. Moving his finger in circular motions he kept his eye on her, seeing what worked and what didn’t. This worked; she moaned even more and moved her hips with his thrusts. What a nice cunt Varna has, I love her full bush of pubes. “Don’t stop, keep doing that, it feels so good,” she quietly confirmed. Her eyes remained closed. “Okay my dear, just like that,” he agreed. Now he knew she was feeling great stimulation, she moved her hips and groaned out loud, she was nearly coming. Quickly he inserted a second finger up her tight unshaved fanny and finger fucked her speedily and hard. She liked it rough he noticed and never complained once like English girls did.
Hell fire! I’m coming, Norman is so good at this, gasped Varna when her orgasm started taking over her body. Her breathing was rapid and she writhed on the small single bed like a woman possessed by a demon, a demon of lust and pleasures of the flesh. On and on her orgasm went travelling through her entire body to the tips of her fingers and toes, she kept her eyes closed and shook her head at the intensity of it. Her body shook and she felt Norman hold her with one hand, his other still working her cunt. Finally it was over.
Walking through the trees was hard but rewarding going, it took her to a quiet world where the only sounds were animals scurrying about in the undergrowth and branches snapping under Lise's boots. Coming to a small forest clearing she saw her hidden place known only to her; a little forest pool just twenty feet across by fifteen and thirty deep situated in a fault in the land. Lise loved this place it was so natural and the home of Mother Nature, the water was crystal clear and pure enough to drink. Bending down at the edge of the pool Lise cupped her hand and took a sip of the cool clear water, then putting her hands together she poured some over her face gasping when she felt its coolness on her warm skin under the hot sun. Looking up Lise saw tree branches forming a canopy over her pool from the trees growing either side of the water; only a small bit of sky was visible in the middle where the branches left a gap. What a magical place!
Looking around to make sure no one was watching Lise lifted up her thin red summer dress and removed it in one swift motion. She was only wearing a pair of panties a former lover had sent her from Britain; their time together was brief and they made love at this very spot two summers ago. Folding and placing her dress by a rock she undid her boots and put them with her dress, her socks and pink panties followed till she was naked under the sunlight that filtered through the swaying branches. In one leap Lise jumped into the water landing with a splash in the middle of the pool, she went under the surface sending ripples to every side unsettling the water. Turning round under water she swam down towards the depths into deep water, she noticed sunlight filtering down from the surface giving a sparkling affect which continued to the very bottom. Would she be able to reach the pool bottom thirty feet down on one breath of air? Half way down she felt her lungs burning with exertion but she didn't let up, Lise's powerful arms drew her down to the sandy bottom like a mermaid descending into the ocean. With a single touch Lise scooped up a handful of fine sand from the pool bottom and speedily turned and arched up to the surface and freedom. She had done it! Thirty feet of water with a single breath and she hadn't even dove into the water. Breaking the surface Lise yelled and smiled in delight as water cascaded from her naked smooth shoulders, what a wonderful place this was! Throwing the sand onto the bank Lise smiled when it joined the other bits of sand she had deposited there after each dive to the bottom, marking this place as hers. Breaking into a crawl she swam the short length of the pool touching the rock sides and turning under water to swim to the opposite side to ease any knots out of her muscles. She knew swimming was the best exercise next to love making to keep her fit and in shape.
Bob met his end in an Albanian blood feud with a neighbouring family. A brother in the enemy family had an affair with Bob’s sister, Puna. Bob didn’t approve of this and put a stop to it; the man who Puna was seeing was married. A word with his sister only made her more stubborn, digging her heels in and seeing the married man on the sly. Bob knew about this, he followed his sister when she went out on her forays to the married man. Her sneakiness wasn’t enough to keep the affair secret.
Bob waited behind a stone wall, hiding in the shadows. In his hand he carried a big twelve inch kitchen knife. Before him was a small house, where the married man and his sister were inside. What were they doing? Leaving his hiding place, Bob crept over to the front window. Very carefully he looked through a gap in the curtains. Fuck! I don’t believe it! Look what they’re doing!
A sight of upmost pleasure greeted the body builder. His hand tightened upon the knife as he watched. Squinting against the bright light, he spied his sister sucking the married man’s cock. Her head was moving up and down, making the man moan. The moans were faintly audible through the glass. I’m going to kill you, you enemy cunt! Just you wait!
And sat next to the enemy was his wife! It looked like she was in on the hideous affair! How was this possible? She was naked, like Puna was. Both ladies were giving pleasure to the man; this was obvious with the look of pleasure on his face and his moaning. His wife was grinning and tickling his balls!
“Fuck waiting, I’m going to do this now. I’ll kill that greasy fucker who de-flowers my sister!” muttered Bob, slowly standing up and making his way to the small wooden front door. Bob was going to kick the door in but he tried the brass handle first. It opened! The thick cunt hadn’t locked the door in his haste to get his rocks off! Silently opening the door, Bob went inside, into the dark hallway and shut the door. Controlling his breath, he listened for signs of discovery. There were none, the man kept moaning and one of the girls was laughing. It was now or never!
Locating the door, that led into the main room where the sex was taking place, Bob burst in and committed war. He screamed curses in Albanian, damning both his own sister and the married couple she was involved with. Knife at the ready, he swung into action. The surprise was total, no defence stopped him.
This approach saved Zeke’s life when he came across a sleeping biker gang camping out down by the river. Seeing their smouldering camp fire and hearing their snores alerted Zeke to their presence. Do I steal one of their Harley’s and make a run for it on the open road? wondered the wanderer, while he watched the dozen or so men huddled round their fire. Clearly the single guard they had posted was asleep. I’ve not been on a bike for a decade but it’s like riding a bike. I’d be gone before they knew what happened. If I wasn’t a peace lover, I could kill them all with my bare hands. Thinking it through, Zeke didn’t take the bike. He knew it was the wise choice, being alone and unarmed, he wanted no grief from an angry motorcycle gang. Slowly and quietly, he withdrew into the bushes and bypassed their camp. A mile further on, he crashed out for the night in a small cave in a cliff, hidden from sight and danger. In the morning he trekked some more. *** With aching feet from two weeks and close to a hundred miles of walking through the desert and scrub, Zeke laid up for a three day rest. The area he chose was a hilltop that overlooked the terrain below on all sides. He had a thing for high ground, feeling safe and secure with no chance of surprise. His hill was three hundred feet high, easily towering over the plain below. Nothing moved on the warm desert sands, not even a coyote or wild cat. In the daylight Zeke spotted four rising smoke plumes, tens of miles distant where towns and cities slowly burnt themselves out. One is LA and the others must be other big population centres. I bet its fucking hell there; glad I got out when I did. I’m even luckier, having phoned in sick for work before the nukes fell. From his holdall he removed a five year old MRE, a Meal Ready to Eat. This was a sealed pack of dry biscuits, a small bottle of water and a pack of apple pie. When opened, this small packet magically heated itself up. What more could a wandering man need? “Tastes lovely,” muttered Zeke, squinting against the high noon day sun. While he ate, he gazed down over the plain looking for movement. There was none. His hiding place was a good one, a rock jutted out providing good shade and a useful hidey-hole for him. Someone would have to be right in front of him to spot him. “The water is good, must be vacuum sealed,” he went on, to himself. Was he mad? Finishing the MRE, Zeke carefully rolled up the cartons and hid them well out of sight under a big rock. When I leave, should I take my rubbish with me? Less environmental impact then, he thought, concerned that his rubbish could damage the local environment. Miles away, irreversible damage was done where multiple nuclear detonations killed a hundred and fifty million and poisoned the land forever. Happy with himself, he settled down for the day to sleep off his meal and await nightfall. Stars arced high overhead, the Milky Way was easily visible to the naked eye. Zeke decided to explore his small hilltop. There was ample visibility by starlight alone. Hell, I feel like an old time cowboy! Maybe I should become one.
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