RPK - A Benis Short Story
																By Anon

		Anon, being born and raised in the southern part of the U.S., had been raised around firearms all his childhood life. Like most guys his age, he quickly developed a love for military surplus rifles, and eventually turned to Russian weaponry as his main interest. Anon had long since wanted an RPK for his first rifle, an AK or SKS simply wouldn't sate his lust for Slavic weaponry. Once he turned twenty one, Anon was out of his parents house and on to getting his own apartment with his saving from job at a local retail store; far later than he had hoped but better late than never. Minimum wage wasn't great, but it paid the bills and helped him fund his love for the Second Amendment.

		His parents were financially well off and it showed with their nice country home and thirty acres of sprawling land out in the country side. Anon had always loved his home and the freedom of country life, but it was time to leave the nest and strike out on his own. An apartment in the city, though a forty minute drive, would mean better opportunities for higher paying jobs. And being only fifteen minutes away from his current job was icing on the cake.
He was loading up the last of his belongings into his old pick up when his dad met him in the drive way coming back from a quick trip into town. Anon stared at his fathers Mustang, a classic '65 fastback, cherry red. He envied it a great deal.

		"You about to head out son?" Anon's dad asked as he pulled his car up beside the old truck loaded down with his son's things. "I've got something for you before you leave."

		Anon shoved the last bag into the truck bed and walked around the truck to meet his dad and give him a goodbye hug before he left out.

		"What is it old timer?" He asked as embraced his old man, chuckling at his affectionate term for his father. "Hope this isn't the birds and bees talk dad, we're well past that," He quipped.

		"No, nothing like that son. I think you're old enough to know about that. Here, I wanted to give you this." His dad handed him an ordinary looking, unsealed envelope with a noticeable bulge in it.

		Anon took the envelope and  lifted the flap, his jaw dropping a little as he peered inside at the contents. Cold hard cash, several twenties and fifties stuffed neatly into the fold of the thin paper.

		"Whoa...thanks dad." Anon tucked the envelope into his front pocket and reached out to shake his dads hand. 

		"It's two thousand dollars cash son, don't lose it, and don't spend it all in one place alright?" replied his father drawing his son in for one last hug. "My father helped me out as best he could when I moved out on my own, I thought it fitting to do so for my own kid when the time came."

		"I'll be smart with it, I promise," Anon lied, as he had already plan to use most of the funds to finally satiate his need for an RPK light machine gun. 

		With that said and done he went into the house to say his goodbyes to his mom and then left out for the city and his apartment. He had already made the trip earlier in the week to fill out the application, pay the safety deposit and first months rent. Four hundred and ninety eight dollars a month rent wasn't bad, there are certainly higher places, but the three hundred dollar safety deposit was outrageous, nearly another months rent. He was promised to get it back the next month if no damages were occurred during his first month living there. The land lord had explained it was to assure applicants were financially responsible and to deter unsavory types.

		"Oh well," Anon sighed cranking up the classic rock on his radio, "That's the price you pay for independence." He pressed down on the accelerator, speeding his way to his new home with Aerosmith and KISS blaring away.

		Forty minutes later he rolls up to a parking space in front of his apartment building and begins the long and tedious process of unpacking and rearranging his belongings into the empty space of his small two bed one bath apartment. It was a small place, definitely not the spacious grounds of his childhood country home, but it was well kept and clean. And most importantly of all, it was truly his own.
The following weeks seemed to pass by as he spent his free time working extra shifts and putting in job applications at various places to try his luck at getting a better pay rate. His current employer, John Edwards, was a very sweet old man and treated Anon kindly; but his small store didn't earn enough to be able to give Anon a raise. He understood when Anon came to him at the end of the week to put in his two weeks notice and say goodbye.

		"Don't worry Anon, I don't blame you for trying to better your job status. It's good to see young folks like you with a drive to be productive. Certainly wish others in your generation were the same." Mr. Edwards shook Anons hand and gave him a warm smile.

		"I appreciate all you've done for me Mr. Edwards, if you ever need some help on the weekends you know how to reach me. My new job rarely works me on Saturday." Anon thanked his former boss and finished out his regular shift at the small retail store before finally heading home for the evening.

		Straight through the front door, a quick shower and a bowl of soup later and Anon was sitting in front of his TV, on an old sofa donated to him by his family, watching some war films while browsing various gun sites for the rifle he yearned for. A couple of hours later he found what he was looking for, a used Romanian Aes-10b. Thirteen hundred dollars was a bit steep, but he had saved the two grand from his dad for just this occasion, and looking at the pictures the seller provided, Anon couldn't see anything alarming. A few short emails later, and they had a date set to meet in person. Anon browsed some forums to get a better idea of what to look for when giving the rifle a close inspection, then headed to his bedroom for some much needed sleep.
The alarm on his cell phone blaring and vibrating shook Anon out of his slumber, and he reluctantly rolled over to silence the cell phones screeching.

		"Seven thirty is too early." Anon stretched and yawned, feeling his muscles waken from their deep rest. He looked over to his phone to silence the dreadful sound when he noticed a text message from the seller. Sitting up in his bed, he turned off his alarm and swiped open his phone to read the text.

		"Anon, this is Bill, somethings come up and I need to leave to go to my mother in law's home out of state. Can we meet at seven thirty this morning, I need to leave early."

		"Crap!" Anon shouted as he bolted out of bed and shot a quick text to Bill explaining his alarm was set later and that he was on his way. It was about a ten minute drive from his place to the gun store where they were supposed to meet.
Dashing around the house to grab his shoes and the envelope of money his dad had given him, Anon rushed out the door to his old pick up, and sped into town to meet the seller. Speeding somewhat, and blowing through every yellow light, Anon made it to the local gun store where the seller had asked to meet up for the sale.

		After getting stuck at nearly every red light,Anon pulled up to the store a little past seven fifty, nearly flying out of his truck and speed walking to the entrance fearing the man had gotten ill waiting on him and left. But to his relief he was standing at the counter talking about something with the clerk, a large gun case laying against the glass cabinet.

		"I'm so sorry I held you up Bill, caught every red light over here," Anon explained as he shook the man's hand. He began pulling out the envelope with the money and the bill of sale he had written up the night before. The clerk left them to their business, having to attend to other customers coming in after Anon.

		"It's fine Anon, I didn't know about my mother in law until this morning, it was short notice for both of us. I'm glad to sell this gun, I'll need the cash for the trip." Bill finished the last of the sentence by placing the gun case on the counter and opening it for Anon to see the rifle. "There it is, one Russian gun, and a couple of thirty round magazines. If you need some ammo, this store has plenty of it."

		"It's actually a Romanian rifle, but the design is Russian in origin." Anon picked up the RPK, feeling its weight and looking it over for anything out of the ordinary. Aside from some minor wear and dings in the wood furniture, the rifle seemed in good shape. The bore still had clean sharp rifling though it was a bit dirty from firing. The bi-pod attached to the rifle was odd to him, having never shot a firearm with one before. He worked it back and forth, before setting the rifle back in the case and counting out the money to pay Bill.

		"Thanks Anon, hope you have a better time with it than me. Always acted up when I'd mess with the bi-pod any." Bill stuffed the money in his pocket and proceeded to walk out the door.

		He hadn't mentioned that in any of their emails, and Anon was worried he had just been sold a lemon. What would the bi-pod have to do with the guns reliability? It made no sense to him and he tried to put the mounting worry at ease, browsing through some of the stores guns before buying a couple hundred rounds of 7.62x39.

		Loading up the ammo in his truck and going back to retrieve his rifle he noticed a little oil had seeped out of the mag well and down the side of the receiver.

		"Weird, didn't look like he cleaned it before he brought it today."

		Thinking nothing else of it, Anon loaded the rifle and case into his truck and sped back home to field strip his rifle and take a closer look at the internals. A quick stop at to gas up his truck and back to his humble abode.
Once inside, anon took an old beach towel and laid it down on the kitchen table, taking the RPK out of it's case and lying it in top to prepare it for inspection. Going to his bedroom to get his small cleaning kit and supplies, Anon hears a faint noise from the kitchen. Almost sounds like the fridge.

		Anon walks back to the kitchen, supplies in hand, to see what had made the racket to see it completely empty, no one there and only his new rifle lying where he had it last. The fridge door was ever so slightly ajar letting a cool draft out, and he moved over to close it, looking over at the rifle.

		"Make sure you close the door next time," Anon joked, shaking his head wondering how the fridge had opened by itself. A half hour, some solvent, oil, and elbow grease later Anon had the rifle in impeccable shape. Minus the slight wear and dings in the wood, the rifle seemed almost brand new. Bill must not have shot it much, Anon thought to himself.
Washing off his hands, Anon ate a bowl of cereal for a quick breakfast and went to lay back down for a couple hours sleep before he planned to do anything else that day. Kicking off his boots, and grabbing some pj's, he slipped into his bed and let his early morning drowsiness over take him. 

		Somewhere in the void of his deep sleep, he thought he heard humming and noises of someone moving around his place. But being half asleep, and not too concern as it was a good neighborhood, Anon ignored it and let the allure of dreamland carry him off again.
Sometime around two thirty, much later than he had planned to sleep, Anon arose from his bed and wondered into the kitchen for some late lunch. Walking up to the fridge, he noticed a quick note scrawled on a piece paper from his notebook.

		"Dear Owner, thank you for buying me, I hope we have a great time as rifle and shooter. P.S. - Sorry about the fridge, will be sure to close it from now on. Also, you are out of coke. Signed, RPK."

		"What the heck?" Anon was at a loss for words, no one else had been in his apartment, he was sure of it. Unless his family had stopped by earlier while he was asleep to check in. He had given them a spare key, but that didn't explain the part about the fridge. 
"Maybe I need more sleep than I thought." He checked the fridge and saw that he was indeed out of coke, the last of the cans in the garbage. "I don't remember drinking the last can...water it is."

		Anon decided to splurge a little and have a steak for dinner to celebrate finally owning his dream Slavic rifle. A shower and some fresh clothes later and he was out to the local Wal-Mart to pick up some groceries for dinner. While he was there, he decided to grab another twelve pack of Coca-Cola and browsing the outdoors department, he picked up some paper targets and more patches and solvent for future post range cleaning.

		After arriving back home Anon emptied the groceries onto the kitchen table next to the rifle and went to put his cleaning supplies back in his room when he noticed another message, taped to his bedroom door. 
Dropping all the contents in his hands, Anon ripped the note off the door reading it over while a rapidly growing pit of fear and concern built in his stomach.
"Dear Owner, sorry for startling you earlier with the note. And for drinking the last of the soda. Looking forward to shooting. Signed - Your rifle RPK."

		Anons hands were shaking at this point, was he going insane? Or was one of his friends or family playing some sort of weird joke on him? He was going to find out for certain before he went to sleep tonight. He walked hurriedly back to the kitchen and grabbed up his phone.

		"I'll call my folks, probably a joke by my dad, they'll get a kick out of it I'm sure." Anon dials his parents number and breathes a slight sigh of relief when his dad picks up on the other end.

		"Hey son, how are things going with living the city life?" asked his father, waiting for him to respond.

		"Fine, everything is fine, normal and all," replied Anon in a worried tone.

		"You okay sport? You sound a little...jittery. Something happen?"

		"No, everything's fine dad, just wanted to call and see how things were on your end. Actually, have you guys been up to my apartment any?" Anon asked the question while trying to speak in a calmer tone. His heart sank when he heard his fathers reply.

		"Ah so that's what this is about. I'm sorry we haven't had the time to visit son, work and such keeps me and your mother busy. I'm sure you know how it is working all those extra hours." His dad answered, moving the phone away from his mouth momentarily to tell his wife it was their son on the other line. "We'll come up there soon, I promise. Your mother says hi by the way."

		"That sounds great, can't wait to see you guys. Tell her hello for me. I'll let you, I'm about to cook some dinner and I have company over," Anon finished, trying to push down the stress long enough to finish the call on a good note.

		"Company huh, having a girl over I take it? I'll let you go so you can get back to 'dinner' son. See you soon." With a chuckle, his father ended the call, and Anon sat down at the table, shock and disbelief swirling around in his mind. Could his rifle really be talking to him? It was crazy to think so. Even more crazy was what he was about to do.

		Turning toward the RPK, Anon considered what he was about to do and felt like he was teetering on the brink of crazy. He opened his mouth and spoke to his rifle.

		"Uh...hi, can you hear me?" Yes Anon, he thought to himself, what a great way to start a conversation. Very riveting. "Are you the one leaving the notes around the house?

		Anon waited silently for what seemed an eternity, when suddenly... nothing happened. He waited but the rifle didn't speak or magically write another note. He didn't know whether he was relieved or oddly upset. Forcing it from his mind, he opened the pack of steaks and sliced the vegetables to cook along with them and began to prepare his dinner. A short while later he was full and content. 
		
		Looking over to his RPK, a strange thought hit him.

		'She drank the soda, does she eat food too?' Anon thought to himself. A peculiar thought indeed that a rifle would eat human food. Turning back to the other steak and left over veggies, he made a left overs plate for the rifle and placed it in the fridge. Then, smiling at the irony of it, he wrote a short note and left it on the table.

		"Dear rifle, left overs are yours, if you eat. Will be out of apartment tomorrow for movies and shopping. Take care. Signed - Your Owner. P.S. - Call me Anon."

		Moving the RPK to the other small guest bedroom, he left in propped against the wall, and went to his own room across the halway to crash for the night. He closed the door to his bedroom, turned off the lights, and was sound asleep as soon as his head touched his pillow.

		Waking up the next day around eight a.m. Saturday morning, he grabbed a quick shower and left early to fulfil his plans of seeing some new movies that had just hit theaters and check out some of the bigger gun shops on the other side of town. Heading out of the door, he turned to look back at the guest room, the door was still closed how he had left it, and no new notes were anywhere in the house. Shrugging to himself, he closed and locked the door behind him.

		Several hours and a much lighter wallet later, Anon arrived backed home from his day on the town. Walking up to the front door, he stopped mid stride. The blinds in the front window had moved, he was sure of it. Was it his rifle, or his family? He hurried to unlock and open the door letting it swing wide.

		But to his disappointment, there was no one there. Nothing, save for his RPK lying on the sofa and the empty plate he had made last night on a dinner tray next to it. The TV was on, and Enemy At The Gates was playing. He smiled slightly, glad that the rifle had warmed up to showing more activity than just a random note.

		Speaking of, there was another note for him underneath the dinner plate. Anon picked it up and read it aloud.

		"Dear Anon, Thank you for dinner. Yes I can hear you when I'm in rifle form, and see you too. To explain everything would be a hassle, suffice to say, I am a waffengeist. We are a very rare thing, so much so that most people think or believe we don't exist. I've left a list of information sources at the bottom of the page for you to learn about us, easier than writing it all out. Also, sorry for not showing you my human form, I am very shy, no one has seen it before. I prefer to talk with notes until I get comfortable. Thank you for everything, Anon. Signed - RPK. P.S. - I'm a girl, in case you are wondering, nearly every waffengeist is."

		At the bottom were a list of books and websites containing info of these 'waffengeists' that the rifle had wrote about. Anons head was spinning from the intake of all the information, and he decided to sit down with his laptop and check the sources he was provided. It was nearly eleven p.m. before he called it a night and powered down his computer. He wrote her a brief note, left it beside her on the couch, and went to bed.

		And so it went for weeks on end between the two of them. Nothing in the way of communication other than handwritten notes and one sided conversations. Anon had spent most of his free time researching geists and learning about them to better prepare for what might lay in store. He would come home from work or a day out with his family to a cleaned house, or the TV on with a movie playing, or some dishes on the kitchen table with some half eaten food.

		It continued like this for another week, until late one Friday evening after a long day at his work. Anon came through the door of his cozy living quarters, and stopped in disbelief. Standing there was a drop dead gorgeous young woman in what looked like...gypsy clothing? She was adorn with a long dress, loose fitting and dark red like her ribbon, trimmed with white and blue. It came down to just above her ankles, the straps hanging lightly around her slim shoulders and the bodice that made up the torso of the dress hugging her midriff tightly. This did wonders to accentuate her ample bust. She looked to be about nineteen or twenty in age, though Anon knew from his research that geists don't actually age. About his height too, he estimated, close to his six foot stature.

		She had long, wavy, raven black hair down past her shoulders. She had it in a large singular braid, tied at the end with a dark red ribbon. Her eyes were a lustrous hazel, and her lighty tanned skin seemed to glow with life. Her lips, soft and full of color. She was alluring in every way, and the jaw dropping expression on Anons face cause her to laugh slightly. Her voice was soft and sweet, like a song of flowing water.

		"Anon, hello. I am your rifle, RPK." The woman moved over to the couch and sat down, motioning to Anon to sit beside her. "Would you like to talk, face to face?"

		"Y-yeah, that would be...nice." Anon stumbled over his words as he closed the door behind him and made his way to the sofa. Taking a seat beside his rifle he looked at her with astonishment all over his face. His heart was going to beat itself out of his chest.

		"Wow...you look...great um, RPK." Anon could feel hes face reddening from embarrassment, he had kissed a couple girls in his earlier teenage years, but none of them compare to this living Aphrodite before him.

		"Well thank you Anon, it is good to have an owner who knows how to treat a woman. I was very shy when you first got me, I never got cleaned by my previous owner, and I was in terrible shape when you brought me home. I was so embarrassed." The RPK looked down at her shapely feet and blushed. "But you certainly gave me a thorough cleaning afterwards."

		Anon blushed at the comment, his face flushing bright red at the implications. "Ah, well...you see, it wasn't that bad. You were actually in good shape, just a little unburnt powder and some excess oil. No big deal, uh, RPK." Anon faltered for a moment, not sure what to say next when a thought came to him. "What is your name?"

		The young woman smiled and looked into his blue eyes with a soft expression.

		"I don't have a name, other than my designation Aes-10b. Most geists are named by their owner, but no one knew of me until you." She paused and gave him a curious glance. "What would you call me hmm?"

		Anon was caught off guard, he hadn't planned on being put on the spot to name her. He searched his mind, ran through all the names he could think of that he'd heard in life. Nothing seemed to fit until he reached an old memory of a Disney film character who befriended a hunchback.

		"What about Esmeralda?" Anon immediately regretted saying it. It was cheesy and simply the first seemingly fitting name he thought of. But to his surprise, she seemed very pleased with it, blushing slightly as she sounded it out.

		"Esmeralda...I like it. Thank you anon!" With that, she pounced across the couch, enveloping Anon in a warm, loving embrace. He was taken by surprise and the blunt force of her tackle knocked him backward, causing them both to tumble to the floor. Esmeralda found herself sprawled out on top of Anon, and for a moment their eyes met and blind passion and lust filled them.

		Her raven hair flowed downward shrouding them both in divine darkness. The woman's seductive aroma filled his lungs; she smelled of jasmine and banana and it was intoxicating to him. Anon felt his blood boiling, and soon felt a pressure building in his boxers. Trying to save himself from embarrassment, Anon moved to right himself, and stopped; what was that strange lump against his leg? Esmeralda flushed red at the contact and rose from the floor.

		Anon pushed the curiosity from his mind, it being replaced by embarrassment, and helped Esmeralda to her feet.

		"You really have some strength there you know? Took me by surprise a little," Anon remarked whilst turning away to hide the stiffening lump in his own pants. He hadn't gotten that close to a woman in his life, and his member was certainly enjoying it.

		"I'm sorry, I got carried away. It's just such a great feeling to have a name now, something I can call my own." Esmeralda held her hands clasped together in front of her, letting her blush fade and, seemingly to Anon, trying to hide something herself. Though he couldn't guess what that could be. Esmeralda interrupted his thoughts by suggesting a night of celebration.

		"I know! We should have a little celebration, it is a special day after all. What do you say Anon, can we?" Esmeralda ended the last with faux pouty face, puffing out her full, sensual lips in a way that Anon couldn't help but say yes to.

		Anon had a pang of dread come over him. He had nothing much at the house in way of party favors, and dinner with movies didn't seem like what Esmeralda had in mind. He checked his phones clock, nearly four hours had passed by in a blink. Most places were closed or closing as they spake.

		"Well, I'm up for it," responded Anon, "But I don't have much here, and most places are closing at this hour. What did you have in mind?"

		"In Romania where I was made, all you need for a good time was some alcohol, and a good woman," Esmeralda answered. "And you can ha- I mean you have me already, so the drinks should be an easy remedy, no?"

		Anon had caught her slip of the tongue, and it made him want to give her the slip of his tongue. But he suppressed his primal urge, for now, and took to his phones browser to check the local liquor stores.

		"There's a place where I can go get some, not too far from here. What do you drink?" Anon had never drank much before. Other than sneaking a beer or two with his friends, alcohol was unknown territory for him.

		"Anything really, I would sneak a drink from Bills fridge when he drank. He always figured the missing booze was drank by him and he wrote if off as not remembering for drinking too much." Esmeralda let a sly smile adorn her lips. "He was a bit of a light weight. How about you Anon, can you hold your liquor?"

		Esmeralda walked over to Anon, sashaying her hips; her dressed seemed to sway around her like it had a life of it's own and it drew Anons attention to her shapely hips. She pressed her bust against his chest and stared at him with a wicked gleam in her eye. Not to be out done, Anon puffed his chest out and played it off like he was a genuine Irishman.

		"Of course, I drank all the time when I was with my bros. It's like drinking water for me." Anon felt silly, and he had a twinge of fear that Esmeralda could drink him under the table without much effort. She gave a slight chuckle and eased away from him, again clasping her hands in front of her.

		"Well that's good to know then. Hurry and go get the drinks Anon, I'll see you back here soon." She turned to walk into the kitchen when Anon spoke up with an offer that made her grin ear to ear.

		"Well...Would you want to go with me? My truck isn't anything to brag about, but it has room enough for two. If you want to go that is," Anon added, thinking that it would be a nice extra treat for Esmeralda to see the city a little after being cooped up in the small apartment for weeks on end.

		"I'd love that Anon, I've never rode in a vehicle as a passenger before. Only as someones cargo."

		With that they left the apartment behind and got into Anons truck. He held the door open for her, then walked around to the drivers seat and hopped in cranking the old truck and turning up the radio. To their amusement, Feel Like Making Love by Bad Company started playing over the speakers. With a short laugh of amusement from the two, they sped off to the beverage store which was just a short five minute drive. Once there, Anon and Esmeralda picked a variety of drinks, ranging from hard lemonade to beer and finally some high proof vodka.

		Anon paid the clerk at the counter, all while trying to ignore the shit eating grin the guy was giving him.

		"Have a good one young man, don't let her drink you under alright?" the clerk said with a hearty laugh. Anon simply gave a shy smile and walked out to the truck where Esmeralda had put the last of the booze in the truck cab, selecting instead to sit in the middle of the seat, sliding close to Anon to rest her head on his shoulder.

		"My, by the looks the man was giving you, you'd think we were a couple," Esmeralda teased, lightly brushing her finger tip across his zipper in a playful manner. Anon flushed red in the face and simply responded by cranking the truck and throwing it into gear while the rifle laughed to herself at his shyness. They zipped down the road back to Anon's apartment. The sight of Esmeralda's long, beautiful locks fluttering in the breeze rushing in through the rolled down window made Anon's heart skip a beat.

		Back at the apartment, Anon and Esmeralda stocked the freezer with the alcohol, leaving enough out for the both of them to get their small party underway. Esmeralda was the first to kick it off by taking a bottle of wine to her mouth, and while making direct eye contact with Anon, proceeded to suck the stoppered cork straight out of the wine bottles mouth. Anons jaw dropped a little, the blood flowing to his little soldier making his pants tighten.

		"You are so fun to tease Anon, have you never been with a girl before?" she teased as she poured the both of them a glass of wine, taking a healthy swig of her own while handing Anon his.

		"Well, not exactly to be truthful," he answered, blushing at admitting about being a virgin. It was one of the few things he was genuinely embarrassed about, his other guy friends having lost their v-card a long time ago. Esmeralda sipped her wine, a naughty idea forming behind those lustrous hazel eyes of hers.

		"That's nothing to be ashamed of Anon, you just hadn't met the right girl yet." With that she downed the rest of her wine in a single gulp, encouraging Anon to do the same, while filling up their second glass; this time a larger portion for them both. Anon was already feeling a bit tipsy from just two glasses of wine, and he wondered how much more he could handle before he passed the point of tipsy and stumbled into the land of drunken stupor.

		Another glass of wine and a couple of beers later, they were feeling the effects of the alcohol flowing through their bodies. Anon had at one point absentmindedly stumbled into the living room, kicking off his boots, and sat down on the couch, half a beer in his hand. Esmeralda followed him, blush from her thoughts and partly from the inebriation on her face. Stumbling over to Anon, she dropped at his feet between his legs, practically eye level with his groin. Anon had little time to register what was happening.

		In a burst of unbridled lust and passion, Esmeralda pressed herself against his inner thighs, caressing him and pulling at his belt.

		"Whatreyoudoing Esy?" Anon questioned, though he slurred it all together. Even through the fog of drunkenness he could feel his heart rate increase, sending the extra blood flow south to swell his member.

		"I think it's time I help you experience what a woman has to offer. Lie back and enjoy it Anon, I won't bite. Unless you're into that," she teased, undoing the button on his jeans and pulling down his zipper. A quick tug and his pants were on the floor separated from his lower half. He was terribly shy at first; never had he been naked in front of a woman, let alone about to be pleasured by one. His member standing at full mast, Esmeralda stared at it in amazement for a moment before reaching out and grasping it at the base.

		"Oh wow Anon, you certainly were hiding a well guarded secret weren't you? I can feel it pulsing in my hands." She started to stroke his shaft, gently at first from the base to the tip, running her fingers around his glad before letting it slide back down. The pleasure had Anon moaning in no time, and his member began to leak at the tip. Esmeralda surprised him yet again, when she lick from his balls to the tip. Licking his precum clean, she opened her mouth and took his head inward, her saliva and tongue showing Anon worlds of pleasure he had never know existed.

		"F-fuck! That's amazing Esy..." Anon cooed, letting the beer drop to the floor with a clank while his rifle pleasured her owner. She looked at him with her hazel eyes, then slowly, skillfully took his member deeper into her mouth. Further she sank down on him, until to his wonder her lips were pressed against his base, her throat swollen with his girth. "Where d-did you l-learn that?!" Anon bucked from the ecstasy forcing his shaft deeper into her filled mouth. Her tongue protruded from her mouth, and she took the opportunity to flick it across his now sensitive balls, before pulling back off of his shaft. Strings of saliva clung to him, trailing to her mouth. He found the raunchy sight thrilling, the erotic image forever burned into his mind.

		"Well, you learn a thing or two from people when they think no one else is listening or watching, hehe," Esy quipped as she took her hand to wipe the drool from her mouth, opting to rub it on his throbbing shaft to use as lubricant. "Not the kind of lubricant I'm used to, but I think you'll like it Anon."

		She continued to stroke him, building her speed and force, swapping between using two hands then her mouth. She gorged herself on his cock, taking him deep, then pulling back and flicking his sensitive tip with her soft tongue. Anon was panting, a thin layer of sweat forming on his brow. He was getting close to his limit, and Esmeralda was burning with lust between her legs by this point. She needed him inside her, she absolutely needed him to fill her to the brim and claim her as his and no other.

		"Are you ready Anon? The best has yet to come. I can't hold back any longer, I need it...please." Esmeralda slipped Anons shirt off, then let the loose fabric of her dress straps fall from her slim shoulders. She pushed the fabric down below her navel, exposing her voluptuous breasts. Her nipples were so firm they ached, and with a simple feathery touch of his finger tip, Anon caused Esmeralda to gasp and shudder. The tremors of ecstasy racing through her body. She leaned forward and locked lips with him, kissing deeply and passionately. The force on their lips enough to bruise each other, but they were too far gone to care. Anon pressed his tongue into her mouth, and she pulled back, sucking on it before catching her breath.

		"You're beautiful Esy," Anon whispered to her, managing to not slur his speech. He reached up with both hands and cupped her soft, ample breasts; gently fondling them and planting kisses on her plump nipples. Being more than she could stand, she pushed Anon back against the couch and turned he back towards him. Bending over, she slipped her panties down around her ankles and kicked them aside.

		"Hehe, ready to 'fix bayonet' Anon?" Esmeralda backed her round ass towards anon, lifting it just enough to clear his wondrous tool, being careful not to show more than that. She positioned her slit, drenched and tingling with an infernal heat, over the head of his shaft. Taking a slight breath, she lowered herself down onto him, feeling her other lips part and engulf his swollen rod. The sensation caused her to wail in near orgasmic bliss, the sound pushing Anon almost to the breaking point. He began to thrust upward, and she timed herself to match him, lowering her hips and rocking them. Anon would hit her g-spot in this position and it caused her to shriek and moan, pure bliss over taking her rational thought.

		"Anon, your filling my mag well up so much! It's so good, I can't stand it much longer. Please give it to me Anon, pour your seed into me. Flood my chamber!" Esmeralda screamed in orgasmic bliss, riding Anon as hard as she could, trying to push him over the edge and explode. She looked back over her shoulder at him with a look of pure love and longing in her eyes.

The erotic sounds coming from them both pushed them to their primal instincts. The sound of her thighs hitting his as she came down on him. Her plump rear smacking against his waist as he thrust hard into her. Her moaning and whimpers drove him insane with passion and lust.

		Anon had reached his limit at last, his groin felt like it was on fire, and the pressure and heat from Esmeralda's womanhood gripping and squeezing him was more than he could bare. With a final thrust of burning primal lust he exploded inside her. His orgasm ripped across his body, causing him to buck and pump his large amount of seed into his lover. His balls drained into her as rode him to orgasm herself, her slit aching and milking every last drop from him. He groaned as he spurt long thick ropes into her as she squirmed and rocked back and forth in his lap. As the last waves of bliss raced across her being she arched her back and moaned loudly pumping her hand up and down while Anon cupped her breasts from behind. She gave a few brief jerks of her body before finally going still, lying back on her owner, breath coming in ragged gasps as the slick layer of sweat on their bodies caused them to glide across one another.

		After catching her breath some moments later, Esmeralda began to stand up, her legs shaking from the after effects of her powerful orgasm. She smiled in delight as her owners vast amount of seed dripped from her opening down her thigh. Anon got air back into his lungs a brief moment later, and after righting himself poised a question to the woman he had shared his first romantic experience with.

		"Hey Esy, if you don't mind me asking, what were you doing there at the very end? You seemed to like it a lot," Anon asked as he smiled slightly.

		"Oh, you mean as you were coming in me? I was playing with my bi-pod," answered Esmeralda as she turned to face Anon, lifting her dress. And there, hanging limply at her waist above her womanly slit, was something all too familiar.