Male Stories
                          The Day of Ecstasy
                        ***NOTE: very +18!!!***
***This one was written upon request of a nice girl who'd only seen my
page a little before. Hope this is what you waited so long for, J!***

     Susan opened her eyes, yawning as the new spring day greeted
her with the sounds of birds in the budding trees, squirrels scampering
across the roof of the house, and the soft wind whistling through all.
That morning, she was also awakened by another sound: the sound of
sneezing.
     David, her fiance and lover of two years, sat at the edge of their
bed with a handkerchief and a runny nose. He held the handkerchief to
his face, the cloth wrinkling and following his breaths as they went in
deeply and out slowly. He had his dark brown eyes closed, awaiting what
he felt was to come. All at once his body tensed, shoulders hunching
forward in preparation, lines around his eyes becoming more defined,
eyebrows raising slightly. He took in a deep breath, bare chest rising,
his whole body going back slightly and filling with air just as his nose
was filling with the sneeze.  "HurCHOOO!" he gave it all at once, bending
forth at the waist, holding his handkerchief firm against his nose, which
fought back with another equally strong sneeze, sending him forward
again with a groan to follow as he noticed Susan was awake and
watching.
     She put her fingers on the back of his neck, massaging it lightly.
"Feeling bad this morning, honey?" she asked in a comforting voice,
knowing that he must be or else he would not be sneezing so. She
watched him nod his head up, down, then freeze for a moment as another
sneeze came to him.
     "HurrCHOOO!" he boomed, bobbing forward with the nod he had
been trying to give her as an answer. He lowered the handkerchief with
a sigh, mumbling. "Yeah. Sorry to... to... tooo..." his face went through
its usual contortions, eyebrows narrowed in concentration as he held
back the sneeze.  Feeling the tickle dissipate, he finished his sentence
quickly, the sneeze still in his nose, just not coming out, "to wake you."
     She shrugged, kissing him on the cheek. "It's alright. I was just
getting up anyway. Would you like me to get you anything?"
     He shook his head. "It's only my al... al..." he quickly brought the
handkerchief back up. David tried again to hold back the sneeze, finding
the urge to be greater this time, feeling sure that it would be a large one.
His breathing quickened, voice raised as he tried to finish the word, the
sneeze nearly upon him, "Aler... Al... AL-HurrSHOOO!" he sniffed and
smiled at her with his eyes, peeking over the folds of the soiled
handkerchief.  "Allergies," he finished in a frustrated tone. He sniffed
again, wiping his nose.  "Actually, could you get me some water while
you're up? My throat's tickling a little, too."
     "Of course, honey," she cooed, rising and walking to the bathroom.
     Susan was gone two minutes, but upon her return, she found David
to be in an even worse state. She hovered, unnoticed, in the doorway,
watching his every move as he experienced one of the worst allergy
attacks she had ever seen him suffer from.
     Sneeze after sneeze came at him, without time for pause, without
time for breath. David's nose twitched visibly, his round and reddened
nostrils flared, his well-build chest rose and fell, his face lengthened,
his mouth opened slightly, his eyes squenched shut.  "Uhhhh" he began
at one, going back as he inhaled and forcefully snapping forward as he
let the sneeze out, "HuuurrrCHOOO!" Again, back, then forward,
"HuurCHOO!" And again, "HuurCHOO!" With only a second in between, the
sneezes began to get even worse, stronger, quicker. In rapid succession,
his sneezes came out like water through a faucet.
"HurCHOO!HurCHOO!huurCHOO!HurCHOO!HURCHOO!HURCHOOO!" Each a
little different in sound and in sight but each as perfect and stimulating
as the next, a natural balance of forcefulness and willingness on David's
part as he was helplessly subjected to one after another after another...
a rhythm he dared not break, even had he the power to do so.
"HurCHOO!HUURCHOO!hurCHOO!" he submitted to the power of them,
weak, defenseless, sneezing.  "HrCHOOO!huurCHOO!HurCHOO!"
     Still unnoticed, Susan smiled to herself, feeling warmth spread
throughout her body. She realized that she didn't only want to help him,
touch him, be by him, but that she wanted to have him. She wanted to
feel him sneeze on her, to make both him and his powerful sneezes part of
her.
     As the seconds progressed, she could not take her eyes from him,
watching him struggle, watching him surrender, watching him sneeze.
His raven-colored hair, ruffled by the night's sleep, waved as he
sneezed forward each, then straightened up to sneeze again.
"HurCHOO!HurCHOO!HuurCHOO!HurCHOO!" each sounded so natural,
unbridled, unrestrained, altogether too defined as a sneeze, yet pinned
together with others so that they nearly blended into one another, as if
each was a continuation of the one before it.
     After a few more minutes of uncontrollable sneezing, it all seemed
to subside, slowing in number, though each coming out of his round, red
nose and defined nostrils as strongly as ever. With nose running and
eyes watering, he turned to her wearing an embarrassed look, the corner
of his mouth turning up not in recognition of another sneeze but in a
sheepish half-smile.  "Good morning to you, too, Susan," he said in a soft,
voice, the smile growing as they two laughed a little at the intensity of
the incident.
     Susan retrieved a clean handkerchief from the dresser drawers for
him and he accepted it with a stuffy thank you, as well as another
sneeze, this one quick and wet, a short explosion from his nose. 
"HuCHTHHH"  And all at once it seemed to trigger another string, him
firing away as each tickled strongly in his nose, making him pause,
inhale, sneeze, sniff, and feel it come again. "HuuurrCHOO! *sniff* Uhh...
HurCHOOO! *sniff*"
     When he was done, Susan kissed his forehead and handed him
another handkerchief, touching the warm fingers of his hand as she did
so; she knew he was warm, and that was what she desired to know.  "How
are you feeling, David?" she asked, feeling, herself, too hot for words.
     He sniffled, "It feels dike by dose is od fire!" David rubbed his
nose with his finger to keep the tickles at bay for a while.
     Fire. Fire all through her body. Fire in her crotch, urging her
along. Fire too much for her see or even think anything else but to make
wonderful, passionate love to the man she was going to marry.  "If it's on
fire," she said, trying to exercise as much self restraint as it took to
keep herself from diving into his pants at that very moment.  "You'd
better let me put out that fire, then." She giggled, feeling as if the fire
would never burn out. "We wouldn't want it to spread now, would we?"
     He shook his head in answer, unsure of his voice.  She kissed him
lush on the lips, and came away as he said, "Too late, Susan. It's all o-"
he stopped, his face dropping as he felt another sneeze.  He tried to
ignore it and finish as quickly as possible, "all over-uhhhh...
uhhhhhhh..." he breathed in shallow breaths as he tried as hard as he
could not to sneeze and ruin the mood; he couldn't believe anyone would
want to make love to a man sneezing all over the place so much he
couldn't even control himself. "UUHHHHH-" and he felt it fill his nose so
completely- and then die away. He sighed and sniffed, looking at her
with big, sad eyes to apologize for ruining the mood. Suddenly the
feeling came back at him, and he sneezed more quickly than he could get
his handkerchief to his nose.
     She saw the sneeze in full this time, the shuddering of his body,
the twitching of his nose, the full-blown helplessness of the powerful
sneeze coming out of his body. She loved the way he sounded, and the
way he looked, right down to the release from his scrunched nose, the
follow-through breath, and the occasional sniffle afterwards. And at that
very moment she knew that things between them would never again be
the same.  "Let me put your fire out, David," she whispered as she
opened her mouth wide and closed it over his nose. She had her upper
lip at the top of his bridge, and the bottom one at it's base, then moved
as if to close her lips, running the lips over his whole nose. Then she
placed them back again, his nose fully in her mouth. She worked her
tongue over it, lightly tickling with a delicate wetness of her own. She
heard him take in a quick, deep breath and felt her heart race as fast as
his must have been. Then he sneezed, hard, wet, spray from his mouth on
her neck, and that from his nose in her mouth, startling her but
arousing her, too, to a point she had never before known. She felt her
cunny jump, burning with its own great fire. "Take me, David," she
panted, taking her mouth away to kiss his cheek, and then his shoulder.
Without breaking from her rhythm of kissing, stroking his skin with her
lips and tongue, and her hands, she repositioned herself so that she sat
on his lap to face him, straddling him with her legs spread wide around
him, then linked behind his back at her ankles.
     He realized that one of her hands was cupped at her crotch, long,
slender fingers tight against the fabric of her panties- she was more
than ready.  He began rocking forward and back, trying to give him the
message that she could wait not another minute, and that she wanted him
so badly she could barely stand it. It took him a moment, maybe two, to
figure out why, but then he understood. "Is it the sneezing, Susan?" he
asked, his nose tickling with the urge just as he thought about it.
     She purred, digging one hand into his skin, and the other even
harder at her crotch as she couldn't stand the wait, and was all the more
turned on by his use of the simple little word itself, and all that sprung
into mind when he said it. "I want to be a cat," she whispered,
fingernails into his skin, her breasts pressed up against his chest. "With
fur and dander, to make you sneeze all the more. Or a bird-" she stopped
to giggle as he sneezed to the side, as if reacting to her words. She took
her hand from her crotch and used one delicate finger to turn his head,
so that he was staring at her again. "A bird, David, with feathers to
tickle your nose." She tickled the outside of his nose with the tips of her
fingernails, and he sneezed twice, fast, in answer. "Take me, David. Take
me now!" she begged, thrusting herself forward, ready and waiting. "I
can't stand it. You have to take me."
     The thought of her being so easily aroused by the simple act of his
sneezing made him feel hot, as well, and he wanted so much to please her,
to make love to her while sneezing. As soon as he felt himself rise to her,
the tickle in his nose seemed to comply as well- an urge building below
the surface of his masculine nose, his nostrils flaring in warning as he
took in a series of quick, uncontrolled breaths.
     She gasped in anticipation.  He sneezed in helplessness.  She
moaned in pure ecstacy.  He slid down her panties in desperation.  She
pulled down his boxers in wild passion.  He entered her in pleasure.  She
sighed in great relief.
     He gave another sneeze and she shuddered at it, pulling her body
closer to his, letting him propel himself deeper into her with the next
sneeze.  "HurrrCHOOO!" hard, directed right onto her neck so that she
could feel it even as he stuck her harder, making her shriek in
happiness and making her body grow numb. She watched for the next
one, her body overcome with his sneezes just as his was the same, taken
over by the urges, the joining so intense as each struck and pushed.
She was panting, nearly without restraint, wondering how long he could
go on, and how many sneezes he could give in that amount of time. She
saw the familiar-looking twitch of his nose, the way he contorted his
mouth, a perfectly unique 'I'm about to sneeze' look on his handsome
face. She shrieked, expecting it, and pulled him closer to her as he let it
out, going closer to her at the same time, as if they were joining bodies in
more ways than one. Then came a wonderful, unexpected triple,
"HuuurCHHO!" a momentary relax, another easily delivered one,
"HuurCHOO!" no time to even let himself follow through as the third
struck harder and longer than the rest, "HUUURRRCHHOOOOoooo!" the
mighty release giving way to the biggest push into her and the greatest
orgasm either had ever simultaneously experienced. With the softer part
of the release, his head went forward and down, nose fitting into place
between her two breasts. She sobbed and cried out with pleasure as the
marvelous feelings backed off, leaving her with a most splendid tingle
running through her body and a satisfaction in her crotch like the first
time she'd made love only magnified tenfold. She fell to him, her weight
enough to push his weakened form back against the blankets of the bed.
He sneezed into her chest, exciting them both as they knew that what
they had just been through was not uniquely for that time. She felt more
attracted to him than ever, each developing sneeze causing each
pleasing tingle in her crotch, sealing her newly found fetish. He sneezed
again, head forward, nose smushed between her breasts, neck supported
at the back and pushed closer to her by her hands. They both relaxed
fully with the last pleasing sneeze, "hhuuurrrrCHOO!" lying together,
holding each other, never wanting what they felt to end.

                        *         *          *
     Breakfast, at noon, was light. Neither of them wanted to spend too
much time eating when so many possibilities ran through their minds.
They sat on opposite sides of the table, as always, reading the
newspaper, listening to the television, staring at each other when the
other wasn't looking.
     Susan tried not to think of what had just happened between them,
but such a thing she found impossible to get off her mind. It was the
greatest feeling in the world, to have him sneeze for her, to make love to
him as he did so... she wanted it again so badly yet she felt somehow too
much would be the end of it. She still felt something for it, as she
watched him sitting there with a red nose and a half-empty tissue box
beside him. It was a feeling in her body, in her crotch and heart both,
that intensified every time she so much as thought of him sneezing, and
even more when he actually did so. His handsome, striking features- his
teal eyes, thick eyebrows, smooth, peach complexion.
     "Whatcha thinking about?"
     His question snapped her out of the daze. Turning her eyes from
his face to her food, she shrugged. "Nothing. Only wondering."
     "About..."
     She looked up at him, almost afraid to say it but suddenly feeling
as if she could tell him anything.  "Wondering if it were real. The way I
feel when..."
     "When what?" He made her say it; he needed to hear it.
     She gathered her courage to say words she thought she'd never
even think, let alone say. "When... when you sneeze."
     He chuckled, thinking about it. Something so easy, so simple,
something he couldn't even control could give the woman he loved so
much pleasure, so she could then give such back to him.
     She chuckled, herself, thinking the same, and wanting to hold him
again in her arms. She didn't care if they never made love again, so long
as he stayed with her forever. The feeling that she was wanted, desired,
loved. That feeling of warmth that spread through her when she looked
at him, or thought about him. She never wanted that to go, and she knew
with one glance to her ringed finger that it would not.
     "I have an idea," David said, wiping his mouth with his napkin and
standing. Her green eyes followed him as he walked to her, holding out a
hand to help her stand and placing his other one on her waist, running it
down to her hip, then thigh, as far down as he could reach without
bending too far over. Then suddenly, unsuspectingly, with flowing
movements and strong arms, David lifted her up and carried her not only
out of the breakfast cozy but out of the house altogether.

     They lived in the country, four miles from their nearest neighbor
and a little more than fifteen from the nearest town. It was a private
place to live, where they were free to do anything they wanted whenever
they wanted, and David had made up his mind to do something he very
much wished to do now.
     David carried Susan to her garden, flowers she had planted weeks
before were in full bloom, vegetables just getting ready to be picked.
Without a word, Susan understood what he meant to do, and asked softly,
"Are you sure?" She was scared he would say no, and almost just as
scared he might say yes.  Feelings ran through her as she remembered
the first time she had made love to him, and he had asked her the very
same question just before... and she had said yes.
     But David said neither, continuing only to carry her there. When
there, he laid her on the grass and she couldn't keep her hands from
him, slipping then under his loose work shirt and digging into his firm
chest with a mass of thick chest hair. He came beside her, brushing one
hand against a cheek lightly, his other hand at his face, finger under his
nose to help him hold back the sneezes he already felt from the flowers
and grass.
     She took one look at him and grinned, feeling the warmth of the sun
on her skin and the warmth he gave her all over her body. "This is
killing you isn't it, honey?" she asked as his face squirmed, contorting
into positions and expressions she'd seen before but never bothered to
really notice. He lowered his finger, his face frozen in an odd position,
one eye closed, one side of his mouth raised, upper lip curled, nostrils
flared. Susan realized how much she wanted it to continue, but knew she
wouldn't be able to stand it if he was not enjoying himself as well. She
decided to give him the opportunity to get out of it. "Look, if you need to
go in- you've done plenty for one day, really."
     He shook his head, his breathing shallow as he tried so hard not to
sneeze. "No... I want... to... uhhhh... uhhhh..."
     Susan quickly put her own finger under his nose, stopping the
sneeze before it escaped.
     He smiled, sighed, and once he felt the tickle leave for the moment,
took her hand and kissed it. "Thank you."
     She giggled as she watched his nostrils flair, him taking in another
breath to fuel a sneeze- which she too suppressed with her finger.
Lowering her guard as she heard him sigh again, she wondered how she
could have lived before without noticing him like this. How many of his
sneezes could she have helped him hold back? How many times could she
have played with him like this? How many moments out in the garden
could they have shared?
     "I think... I'm going... huuuhhhh... to... sneeze!" he said, his voice
rasing like a boy's before puberty, the sneeze controlling his deep,
rapid breaths.
     Quickly she put her finger up to his nose, pressing harder than
before, trying to help him and giggling as she did so. It filled her with
such pleasure, and so much longing. She saw his nostrils widen, and
knew it was coming strong, stronger than the others, building inside of
him, tickling him constantly. In playful fun, she took her finger away
again, the sneeze coming back, overtaking him. "Uuuuhhh... UUHHHH-"
and back again went her finger, holding back the sneeze for him.  Twice
more she did it, giggling all the while and sensing that it was growing
bigger each and every time.  She slipped her hands down into his pants,
and boxers, taking away her finger with no intention of putting it back.
His breathing quickened all at once, and he made some quiet, helpless
sounds, as if trying to form words. "I... ah... uh... th... ii..." and strong,
forcing his head downward, his shoulders front, body shaking as if with
a spasm, "HHUUUURRCCHHOOOO!"
     She caught his lips just as he finished, sniffing and protesting as
his nose ran freely down his face and now against hers. But she didn't
care, she couldn't, she wouldn't. Her crotch was burning like never
before, and her chest beating, pounding, aching for him. She kissed him
firmly, holding him to her with one hand at the back of his head and the
other down his shorts, playing. As she heard his stuffy nose inhale, she
drew her own deep breath, heart racing, tingles in her body nearly
overtaking her. She closed her eyes and pulled him closer to her as she
felt him try to get away, finally sneezing through his nose on her face, a
wet and spraying, "huSSSHHHHHHH."
     Aroused to the point of extreme behavior, she broke away and went
at him, tearing at his clothes as he did the same to her. In 69 upon the
grass, the two tangled and rolled, Susan's fiance pleasing her as never
before. He sneezed against her crotch, and she moaned to feel it, the hot
wetness that seemed to burn like acid, taking her down, weakening her,
making her higher and lower at the same time. He sneezed rich, powerful
sneezes, right onto her, getting the courage to go even closer. Into her
they went, the powerful sneezes filling her like sneeze in a nose. She
jumped at them, startled but loving it like she loved nothing else. And as
he sneezed, fulfilling her desires, she realized it was the most perfect
thing she could ever dream of, a man who loved her, a man willing to
sacrifice himself like this, a man who would soon be her husband forever.
She reached her peak at the same time he reached his own, his sneezing
growing so great that he barely had time to gasp for breath before
another great one struck. He blasted into her with gentle force and
arousing beauty, sending her into a state of bliss and himself into one of
enjoyment and pleasure. Both her urges and his sneezing relaxed, and
the two lay side-by-side, head-to-toe, in the sunlight, drifting off to
sleep in a wonderful partnership of love.

                        *          *          *
     As David rose to clear the dinner dishes, Susan caught him on his
arm, holding him back with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "If you're
feeling up to it... this time *I* have an idea."
     He grinned, sniffing. "My nose might not be, but I surly am."
     She stood on her toes to kiss his sore, red nose. He pulled back a
little at her touch, feeling it tickle again. Then he was aware of her
perfume, ever so light. He moved closer to her, kissing her on the lips
and taking a breath in through his stuffy nose. His nose twitched as
tickles plagued him, he took a deep breath in, about to sneeze- but she
jumped back, out of range, causing the tickles to continue but grow no
stronger. He stood there feeling the sneeze in his nose, stuck there but
unable to come out. "W-what was that for?" he asked, rubbing the side of
his nose as the annoying tickle finally backed away.
     "To prove something," she said, taking his hand and leading him
outside to the back patio. But she didn't stop there, she led him further,
over to their hot tub which was in an small external building made of
thick glass walls and a wooden ceiling with a large skylight so they could
look up to see the stars. Susan shut the door behind them and stripped
off her pants at once. He started to undo his but she took his hands from
him before he got further than the top button. Then, she went down on
her knees and took the sipper in her teeth, pulling on it to unzip his
slacks and then to guide the pants as they fell down round his ankles. He
lifted up one foot as she carefully slid off one leg and his sock, and then
did the same as he lifted the other leg. Susan felt her heart pounding as
she stood, and saw that her smell was making him start to sneeze again.
It was as magnificent a sight as an actual sneeze, she thought, to see the
sneeze building up inside of him, growing in strength and power. She
loved to see how his eyes narrowed in concentration, his head going
forward a little, trying to urge the sneeze out. She loved how his face
drooped, jaw going slack as his mouth opened a little. But most of all she
loved to see his nose, how it trembled under the ppwer of a great sneeze,
his nostrils flaring at the sides a little to make the black holes perfect
circles, not little heart-like shapes as they normally were. There were
wrinkles in the bridge as his nose was tickled by the scent, and it all
seemed to grow from tiny little twitches to larger ones; she knew he was
just about unable to resist. When she heard him take in a breath, she
jumped back, again, and watched as he froze in the position, about to
sneeze, ready to sneeze, wanting to sneeze, but finding that the sneeze
was going faster than it came. She giggled. "That turns me on so much..."
Susan whispered, lusting for him, anticipating with a tingling crotch and
a warm heart what she so wanted to feel.
     David let himself relax to normal, the feeling going again, and he
stripped off his shirt, leaving himself in boxers only.
     Making a show of it, Susan took off her own shirt, twirling it
around her head and tossing it into the water. "Oops..." she said
sensuously. "We'd better go get that."
     David nodded as he watched her slowly step into the water, sitting
down on the shelf on the side of the small spa. The water came up only to
her waist, but as David looked at her, he realized that this was going to
be something much more than a regular nude dip in the spa. He joined
her at once, sitting down on the other side, facing her. His boxers grew
heavy on him, absorbing the water, so he slid them off, the bubbles of
the spa pushing them up to float. Susan giggled as she did the same with
her panties, wearing only her bra now. They removed the shed clothing
articles from the spa and edged forward as they still sat, only two feet
away from each other.
     It was close enough for David to smell the perfume, strong now that
the scent was not restricted by her clothing. But it was just far enough
away for him not to sneeze at it, as the sweet, seductive scent turned him
on and, too, tickled his allergic nose. She'd never worn perfume before,
because of him, but now she was doing it to make him sneeze, and could
do it because of him.
     David smiled at her, wanting to please her even the more. "I kkkeep
feeling it come," he explained, the talking causing a lack of defense so
the sneeze built itself up a little more. It filled his nose, tickling entirely
from bridge to tip. He inhaled deeply, though making no sound as the air
came in, showing it only to her in the form of a rising chest and flaring
nostrils. He let it out fast and couldn't help himself as he took in another
breath "Uhhhh!" sounding as if he were almost breathing deeply out of
desperation, trying to force the fiercely-tickling sneeze out finally. As
much as he wanted it to come out, it stopped on him, and he sighed,
frustrated. "I'm so-soohhh... sooohhhhhh... UHHH-" and it left him just
as he felt as if it were about to explode from his nose. He rubbed his
nose, trying to clear it of the urge, hoping that if he couldn't sneeze, at
least he could do away with the tickle. But then he froze, the tickle
growing again. He opened his eyes a little to see Susan leaning forward,
getting closer to him, her eyes round and hungry, asking him if it were
going to happen. He answered, wondering if her fetish could be
triggered more by this sort of build-up than just his simple act of
sneezing. "I th-th-think" he could barely get out the words as the
tickles came in greater power, causing him to interrupt his words with
breaths. "I'm go... I'm gooo... goooonnnna... snee-
sneeeeEEECHHUUUOOOOO!" It came out finally, an enormous accumulation
of all the starts he'd just been through, shaking him in one forward
movement, putting him even closer to her, splashing water against her,
warmth on her bare stomach, water lapping the sides of the sunken spa
and overflowing a little onto the ground just as the sneeze seemed to lap
Susan. Closer to her for that moment, he opened his eyes to see her
hunger for him, and took in a breath, smelling the perfume, even
stronger to him then, now, causing another one. "HuuuuuuuuhCHMM!" he
sneezed again, loud but more nasal than any of his other sneezes, the
allergic reaction triggering his sinuses to make his eyes water at the
strong smell, and his nose turn into overdrive. "Huuuuuh-" but it
wouldn't make him sneeze. He quickly opened his eyes to see that she
had scooted around to the other side, out of smelling range for the man
whose nose was so stuffy and runny by now that he was lucky if he
could smell anything right in front of him, let alone three feet away.
     "Talk to me, honey," she said in a desperate voice, a tone of desire
in her voice; David detected the urge in her voice, and he realized that
this was turning her on even more. "How does it feel?"
     He leaned forward and took in a very deep breath, his nose
sounding as stuffy and congested as it was. The tickling started again
and every second it would grow, then back away again, playing with him
just as his wife was doing. The incessant urge was almost unbearable,
and he realized that if he tried to talk, it might back away. "Huuuhh..
Ahhhhh..." he tried to gently force it out, "Uhh.. Uhhhhhh..." but it was
no use, the sneeze rising to its point then dissipating just before it
compelled him to take in a breath to sneeze. "It tickles," he finally told
her lovely, inquisitive, longing eyes. "And it won't c-come out." He froze,
the urge suddenly strong again. He breathed in sharply, then paused,
eyes closed, and sighed. "And it makes my heart race, my body grow
warm, and then it lets me off again, before I can actually sneeze." He
sniffed powerfully as he felt his nose running profusely. Then David
breathed in again with a gasp, only to sigh in long release as the sneeze
still would not come.
     Susan was loving every moment, the series of false starts, to see
again and again the sneeze build up, only to let him down again, and
reenter his nose another time to do the same. She had her hand at her
crotch, to hold herself back as the warm water only made her ache and
burn hotter. She was more turned on than she could have even imagined,
a simple jump of her insides magnified a thousand times to take over her
body in an orgasm as she saw his handsome nose twitch, then take in air,
about to sneeze. She knew she wanted him badly, but that only she and
her perfume could make him sneeze the final sneezes that would join
them there, throwing the two together in the hot, bubbling water of the
spa. She decided to make it as good as she could, building up the sexual
urges in them both even more, so that the two could not resist but clamp
onto each other and have wild, unrestrained sex. "I..." her voice was
unbelievably soft, as the rest of her body roared in passion. "I bet you
want a tissue," she said, her legs pressing together, thighs hard against
each other with her hand still at her crotch, as if she were a small child
trying desperately to hold back the urge to go to the bathroom.
     He nodded, nose running, David sniffing constantly.
     She looked down at her bra. "Then come and get one."
     Seeing his eyes open wider in question, she pointed to the spot
between her breasts, "If you think you can before I go under and get all
wet."
     She giggled helplessly as he wore an expression of terror and
utter, animalistic desperation. He leaped for her, careful not to cause
waves enough to splash too far up on her body. Susan grabbed his
hands and pulled them under, making him go further underwater, his
head now at eye-level with her neck. He looked up at her mischievous
smile and gave her one of his own as he stuck his nose down under her
bra, right between her rather formidable breasts. The soft papery feel of
a tissue touched most of his nose, and he blew as hard as he could,
gasping for air when he was through, making the mistake Susan hoped
he would: not lifting his head as he inhaled. His nose was wtill between
her breasts, right where she had put the largest amount of perfume, and
as he inhaled, it triggered an allergic reaction as he had never before
had. He withdrew the instant he felt it hit, his nose burning terribly as
he gave out the first huge
"HHHUUUURRRAAAACCCHHHHEEEEEEEEEWWWW!!!!!!" waves washing both
of them as the release caused him to rock back and forth in the water.
"HUUURAAAEEEAAAA-SHHHHOOOOO!" came the next, powerfully, the
second part even slightly louder and forceful than the first.
"HUUURACHHOO! UUHHHCHOO! HHHHHHEEEEEESHHHHHOOOO!
HUUUUHHHHCCHHHIIIIIII!"
     Susan undid her bra and threw it towards the discarded clothes,
tissue and all; she felt the feelings getting better at every second as she
watched him sneeze loud and strong, firm and explosive, intense and
body-shaking... and she was almost shaken to death, herself, as she
rocked her body in anticipation, almost feeling him push into her as he
sneezed each sneeze.
     He continued with so many that soon he wasn't able to breathe more
than sneeze; he nearly fainted from lack of air, Susan holding him up as
she could since he was in the water. "HHHAAAAAEEUSHOOO!" as he bent
forward, smelling her lovely perfume. "AHHH... UUHHHH...
HEEEEEEEHHHSHHHOOO! HUUURRRAHHHSHOOOO!"  She got him to the
ledge on the other side, and went back across to keep her scent from
sneezing David. "HEEEEAAAHHHCHOOO! HEESHEEUUEEEWWW!" as
completely unrestrained as if it were rain pouring down from the sky,
not sneezes from his nose. He must have gong on for three minutes with
those powerful sneezes before he caught his breath and plugged his
nose with his finger. "HUCHHUGG!" he sneezed then, stifled, held back.
"HUSHMMPH! AHHCHIMM!" and again "HUUURRRSHOW! HIIISIIIMM!
AAAHHHHSHUUUU!" and again "UHHH-CHOOOPHHH! EEEEHHHSHEUOOOO!"
until the fit passed almost completely and Susan knew that the wetness
between her now tense and tightly crossed legs wasn't all from the water
she was in. He opened his eyes at last to see what effect he was having on
her, and instantly went hard at it. In the warm water, it was different,
though, his stand hard even for its slight reduction, but all the same
powerful and ready as he followed the surface of the bubbling water
upward to her breasts, her nipples showing through her bra to be hard
and pointed. Then he looked up higher, to see her face. She was biting
her lip hard in anticipation, her eyes fixed right on his nose, then
sweeping down to see that he was as ready as she was. With a luring
smile, she signalled for him to go to her. He went, and she spread her
legs in welcome, accepting him with every fiber of her being.
     He slid in more easily than ever, entering her with warm water at
the same time. It was so hot inside of her she almost jumped away at it,
had she been able to go anywhere. She squirmed as he sneezed once
"ahhhhKAACHHOO!" and pushed into her with a rush of warm water going
in and out with him. It was not an uncomfortable feeling, but one she'd
never felt the like of before, and one she felt even more hot at. Turned
on by his next sneeze, "ERRRRREACHOO!" she thrust herself forward as
he went to her, engulfing him in the water. The bubbles of the spa pumps
tickled their privates as they joined, and made their hotness turn past
fire to be as hot as the underworld itself. Susan had a great orgasm at
his third loud sneeze, a perfectly built up one, "Huuh... Heeeeehhh...
HAAAAHHHHHSSSHOOO!" pushing into her with a fluid force, filling her,
ejaculating, rasing himself to her level and her to his. Her back arched
as she moaned and cried out, and she reached behind her with a
trembling hand to grab the rose she'd been careful to place in just the
right spot. She'd also been careful to cut off the thorns, so she could
place the small stem between her teeth. David saw it at once, and sighed
in delight as he pushed his nose into the petals. "Heee... Haaaahhh...
HUUURRAAARRRRCHOOO!" he sneezed, causing most of the delicate petals
to fly off and land about them in the water. "HEEEAAAHHHCCCHHHOOO!
EEEEEHHHH... EEIIIIHHHHHSSSHHHOOOO!" shaking him, giving him
spasms, though he pumped into her as she gripped his sides and thrust
herself forward to accept him. She had an orgasm at each, taking him
with her and pleasuring him as he did the same to her. And as he felt
himself about to sneeze, he felt himself burn, as well, knowing
instinctively what his sneezing was about to do to her, and what it would
then feel like to him. Before David tired to the point of exhaustion, he
gave six more sneezes, plowing into her with a rush of ecstacy and
euphoria, heightened now by the bubbling, tickling water, and his
newfound desire to sneeze just to please her. At the last, a grand and
drawn-out "Huuuuu... HAAAAA... HHHAAAAHHHHSSEEEAUUUUOOOOOO!"
he pushed so hard into her and she right back at him, that when they
pulled away to separate, they were both brought down from the largest
orgasms of their lives. Their urges died away with the sneezing as the
two sat panting beside each other in the spa, the warmth of the water
now cold in comparison to their bodies. Shaky, Susan got out, helping
David to do the same. They wrapped each other in large beach towels and
lay beside each other, naked and exhausted. They had left only the
strength to snuggle up next to each other as they drifted off to sleep,
dripping and warm in pleasure, ready to dream of nothing but reliving
what they had just been through, an experience which had raised them
both up to each other almost higher than humans are capable of, making
them become one in the same person, joined in urge, in pleasure, and
most importantly in love.
~tarotgal