From Dreams to Deeds

At this point the air filled with sniggers and bursts of laughter. Helena glowed red. And the beret man turned up the heat.

“And then comes the day someone comes up with proposing anal sex to you. And that's what sends you flying off the handle, as if you weren't wholebeingedly sending out signals telling one to fuck you in the ass.” The man swung the beret back on his head theatrically and concluded, “So, it might pay off to look in the mirror even at some times other than when applying make up or trying on clothes.”

Helena looked at the beret man as if he weren't a human at all, but the bogeyman she always feared but never thought to meet. There followed a lengthy silence, which eventually was broken by Helena.

“I do not have to listen to this. Throw out both that shit ass fucker and that fucking beret freak.”

Party master Jarno had another opinion. “Jere and Erno aren't guilty of anything. In all probability it's you who's leaving here, Helena.”

Helena looked at Jarno as if he'd refused her the right to breathe. "Fucking bullshit. I came here to party, and I have a right to be here. These abnormities may go fuck pigs, for instance.”

Jarno looked at Helena, looking patient, pointed his thumb behind his back towards the hall, and said, “The door is that way.”

Helena looked at Jarno, and the look on her face was a mixture of disbeliefed panic and sheer lust for murder. “I will not go through it,” she said, sounding as if she'd loaded her last remains of stubbornness into those words.

Jarno kept his dour calm. “Well, I've also got a balcony there. So, may I have some assistance?” The man of the left cushion got up from the couch, then the man of the right cushion, and finally the loverboy with a devilish grin of lust for vengeance on his face.

The look on Helena's face was already that of sheer despair as the men surrounded her. “No fucking way, you're all equally insane.” Each of the men grabbed one limb, after which they lifted Helena into a steady carry and started transporting her toward the balcony. Jukka and I got up from our chair, and Jukka opened the balcony door for the carriers.

Helena was beginning to truly panic. “What the fuck? You cannot really throw me off the balcony.” The men stood on the balcony and looked for their time at Helena, exchanging frequent grins. “Then, perhaps through the door,” said Jarno eventually. The men started carrying Helena toward the door. As the door to the staircase opened, Helena felt the need to say the last words.

“Fuck, I will never again talk to any of you! Goddamn pervs and inbreeders!”

“In the end there always comes the day when the weekend is over,” philosophized the beret man from the doorside, the beret askew.

“Go smell a goatling's cunt,” fired Helena.

The men took a little momentum and threw the cursing woman into the hallway. Helena flew in an arc and landed ass first. When sitting up, she hit her head to the wall behind her.

“Ow, fuck!”

Jarno pulled the door shut.

The men stood at the door for some time, silence prevailing. When there was no sound, Jarno glanced through the peephole into the hallway.

“The queen has left,” he announced, and received a response of laughter and hurrahs.

People started returning to their places. Jukka, too, seemed to be leaving back to the armchair, but I pulled him by his hand back to the hall, pressed him against the wall, and drowned him in a long kiss. After that we looked at each other, smiling.

“Helena and wrong signals,” said Jukka, and we laughed in unison at the incident. Then I felt the need to make sure having been fully understood myself. I leaned against Jukka and half-whispered, “Just so you know, I don't do wrong signals.”

“I never thought so,” said Jukka.

“That is to say, I want you. Inside my butt.”

Merely finally stating this aloud to Jukka grew my desire greater than it had been during the whole evening. Few things in the world I'd ever lusted for as much as anal sex. And none I could remember lusting for like Jukka.

“I want you now,” said Jukka.

“Likewise,” I replied. We kissed, this time faster, but just as intensely as before.

“Jarno,” Jukka called out.

“Jukka, Gabi,” Jarno answered from the living room and appeared in the hall the next moment. He looked at us with a smile. “So, you found each other.”

“Yeah, so we did,” I replied and nestled into Jukka's side.

“We'll be leaving now,” Jukka said. “Thank you for a nice party.” He pulled me tighter against him, as if it were possible.

"By all means. It was nice that you came. See you."

"Yep, see you," concluded Jukka.

We waved as we left through the door. We ran down the stairs. I fumbled the key from my jeans pocket and opened the door to my apartment. We stepped inside.

I headed straight away to the bathroom for a new emptying. Jukka went after me. I popped into the bedroom to take the bedspread off the bed and move a bottle of lubricant from the drawer of the nightstand atop it, after which I moved to the bathroom door to wait for my man.

As Jukka stepped out, I immediately grabbed him by the hand to lead him to the bedroom, where we shared a long, fiery kiss. Jukka took his hands behind my back and tried to get the strings of the top open, but his fingers trembled feelably, and he didn't succeed. Eventually, he took hold of both of the strings and pulled with all his strength. The strings did not give. At this point a laugh escaped me, and I pulled his hands away.

“That would certainly be erotic and primeval, but this cost quite a lot,” I said, sounding out of breath. I opened the top from the back and let Jukka pull it off to reveal my braless breasts, the nipples of which greeted him larger than I remembered them ever having been.

Jukka leaned toward me and took my left breast in his mouth. He sucked the breast and moved his tongue in slow, caresses on the nipple. I pulled him tighter against me, and little moans of enjoyment escaped me. After a moment, he changed breasts and gave the right side the same treatment. Then he leaned down to kiss my stomach.

I took hold of Jukka's T-shirt, starting pulling it off him, and noticed my hands trembling slightly. Jukka helped me all he could, and after a moment he too was topless.

I went down on my knees and pressed my lips to Jukka's stomach. I gave little kisses around his navel. Then I put to use my tongue and started licking his stomach with gentle strokes, stopping at moments to tease, ever lower, until I came to where his jeans began. I opened the zipper of his jeans, then the belt. Then I took hold of his jeans and underpants and yanked both down with one pull. His manhood sprang to fill my field of vision with its being packed large out of desire by hot liquid of life.

Lust growing beyond reason made stars dance in my eyes and was making it impossible to focus on what I was doing. On the conscious level I wanted to continue the foreplay, but every cell of my body was screaming protest.

Finally, I shook my head and got up. I took hold of my jeans, tore open both the belt and the button, and pushed them down.

Jukka came down on his knees in front of me and started kissing my mons, but my hands pulled his head away faster than I could think. He looked up into my eyes. I shook my head and let out a laugh. “Sorry, I'm going crazy. No more foreplay, OK? Please just take me now.” Even to me my voice sounded abnormally quiet and muddy.

Jukka got up and grabbed both of my hands to pull me against him. I felt his body against mine, how the chest pressed into my breasts and the standing penis pressed my moist mons. We shared a long kiss. Then Jukka grabbed me by the hands and pulled me behind him towards the bed.

We plumped down on the bed next to each other. I picked up the bottle of lubricant from the table, squeezed some of the gel into my hand, and applied it gently on Jukka's thick-standing organ. After this I handed the bottle to Jukka and settled onto my stomach on the bed.

In a couple of seconds I felt a finger slippery and cool from the gel pushing slowly to the interior of my posterior, which made me shiver and sigh. My bowel tingled merely from the thought of Jukka's penis pushing into it. The finger pulled out of me to return in a few seconds to deliver a second dose of gel, before I heard Jukka snap the bottle shut and put it back down on the nightstand.

Jukka lay down on me so that the slippery, stiff tool rested against my backside. We were exactly of the same height, which, for its part, promised us a harmonious future.

I groped Jukka's manhood into my right hand and guided it to my anxiously awaiting opening. Jukka pushed himself in and filled my bowel with velvet marble. He pulled himself nearly all the way out, then again pushed in, out, and yet again in. The steadily continuing emptyings and fillings lulled me into a goosefleshed euphoria in which I time after time felt filling with a greater amount of fabric stone bliss.

My breathing deepened along with my enjoyment, and I began to shiver. My rejoicing butt began breaking into warninglessly-arriving jerks and contractions that came with them. Jukka's magnitude answered to these with throbs that made tingles run along the walls of my bowel.

Hand in hand, or, more correctly, penis in rectum, we journeyed towards the edge of the abyss. My jerks had grown close to constant and strengthened into spasmodic, ferocious thrusts that buried my buttocks into the root of the enormity stretching the between of them. The tingles of my bowel coming with the ever more frequent, more rhythmic, and more powerful throbs of the measure of my man evolved into sparks of torturously strong pleasure that first radiated into my buttocks, then spread in waves to caress my whole body.

Suddenly came a throb of Jukka's manhood jerking my whole backside with its strength, followed by a second, then third, fourth and so on. These throbs swelled the megalith like a balloon, feeling to expand my bowel across the limits of its stretch and with it my consciousness beyond its comprehension. At the coming of each, tens of armadas of sparkles shot from my bowel to a run along all the external and internal surfaces of my body, while Jukka moaned.

Suddenly I felt my whole body tense to its extreme and the sparkles in my bowel and buttocks strengthening into little electric shocks of pleasure that forced me to moan. The involuntary thrusts of my backside against the pounding of Jukka's now already colossal penis broke out into a continuous maniac dance that strengthened and quickened along with the beats of my heart gone wild. One unwarned moment I felt a fleet of electric sparkles shoot from the bottom of my bowel faster than thought up my spine into my head – and there we went.

The collision of the electric sparkles into my brain burst on from there a pouring rain of them to wash my whole body, flung the verges of my consciousness into infinity, and exploded my rectum to crush with spastic hugs of love the velvet marble colossus of its pleasure, which immediately pulled into swells that filled my brain through my ass and spewed hot gunk in thick jets to my deepest. Disappearing into the eye of the pleasure storm, I screamed my pleasure at the top of my throat into the night.

Finally, we lay side by side and hand in hand, soaked by sweat and out of breath. I tried for my time to think up something to say, but because of nothing but platitudes coming to my mind, it feeling - despite a bottomless feel of happiness - too teenish to declare love here and now, and me still not being the small talk type, I settled for enjoying the silence. Jukka didn't open his mouth either. We fell asleep there.