Smut Marathon Round Five ~ It’s a Pestle’s Life

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Smut Marathon Round Five

Somehow I came through Smut Marathon Round Five being third in the public vote and with two of the judges voting for me. My points for the round totalled 10.2 – my best result – and I moved up to 11th place (out of 25). I was naturally very happy.

Smut Marathon Round five
Smut Marathon Round five ~ click to see other entries & feedback

Feedback For Smut Marathon Round Five

The feedback was interesting as it was very contradictory. For example, one critic said how she was not keen on my use of alteration. I have to agree I did use quite a lot. However,  I did so on purpose to keep with the time period I was portraying. They also mentioned not liking the start of my story, whilst in contrast, quite a few others, said how much they enjoyed the beginning. Of course, it is subjective. So as my friend Nero says-

we should just write what we want to write and not worry what others may think.

I like receiving constructive criticism, and I read it all. Certainly some from the first few rounds helped me up my game and progress. But I think the last thing you should do as a writer is let the feedback upset you. Some contestants have. I suppose I am just happy to have got so far. If you are affected by feed back rather than rant take a walk in the woods or do something relaxing that you enjoy – Carly has some great suggestions for when you are feeling down.

The specification for the Smut Marathon Round Five was to choose a story from the previous round and re-tell it from the point of view of the sex toy. Maximum of 400 words. Immediately I knew Cousin Pons entry was the one for me. I have been a fan of all his entries so far. His tale involved a pestle rather than a conventional sex toy. I warmed to this idea!

The Dream – By Cousin Pons – Round Four

Awake, but still in my dream, I tumble from my bed and go to the kitchen, where there are spices to be ground.

From the spice cupboard I take some precious cardamom seeds. Then I let them fall like hailstones into the mortar. I press down on them with the wooden pestle and as they crack apart, releasing their exotic lemon-like fragrance, I realise my dream will not let go of me.

A dream, brimful of country matters with my lusty master, who presently is travelling in the Low Countries. But I am in need of pleasure at this very moment and so with a brush of my hand I remove the remains of cardamom from the thick rounded end of the pestle and take it into my mouth like a wanton succubus.

Sitting on the kitchen chair I lift my linen shift and feel the heavy dew about my lips before gently finger dipping my cunt. Then my fingers make way for the ever constant pestle. I do not take it all, as patience is often a virtue. Instead, after a few moments I retrieve it and taste my sweet and pungent juices which besmear its head.

But the time to strike is now, so I plunge the shaft deep inside me. I shudder. My other hand, close by, dances attendance upon my pleasure. My breathing becomes shallow and I whimper with delight as the pestle seems to swell like my master’s cock. Until at last, ecstasy, a visit from a long forgotten friend, arrives and sends me wild and whirling into breathless abandonment.

Through weary eyes I see my pleasured nakedness illuminated by a moted sunbeam come newly through the window.

The pestle drops onto the icy flagstones and stirs me from my reverie.

Here is my Smut Marathon Round Five entry, retelling the above story from the pestle’s point of view.

It’s a Pestle’s Life

Without complaint my precious mortarium accepts the pounding I bestow with my thick spherical knob. Both of us adore creating sensual aromas from our perfect pairing. Me the provoker, she the willing receptacle, glad to receive. And then there is you – sleepwalking as if under a spell, instigating this lovemaking, grinding me hard, forcefully – as the scent of cracked cardamom fills the air.

Your wanton fingers brush my tip to discard seeds. I yearn to once more be hammering my porcelain-complexioned beloved. But you have other ideas that thrill – I cannot deny. Taking me in your mouth, a predator devouring its kill, sucking the wood almost dry. Then the familiar musty scent of cunt abounds as again you tease your dewy swollen lips with my girth – your consistent carnal companion. Many times these meanderings during slumber hours have led you to me – ever constant, be it crushing spices or fucking, always ready, alert, always hard, ever at hand.

Tasting your own juices from my tip, a distant look in your eyes. Thinking, perhaps, of the Master, or maybe looking back to when the scullery girl first arrived.

Both of you inebriated, swilling the cooking brandy and telling secrets. She confessed to being a virginal maid. Taking a firm hold of that ample breast your other hand dove under her skirts, pulling aside undergarments and inserting a finger.

Together on the kitchen table, we parted her thighs as you edged me into her sex. A shriek of pain halted us – but she implored you to continue, her cunny easing as I filled it with desire. Slowly pressing me further in, your tongue flicked along the fleshy folds. Laying back, one final hip thrust resulted in her exaltation, and I was smeared with virginal blood which stained for days to come.

Now, still in a trance, I’m rammed into your cunt, shafting your sex as surely as I pulp spice. Whimpering in rapture your muscles contract around my length.

Then you drop me carelessly and retreat to your room, moments before the sun beckons the new day.

The door opens and the Master walks in. Retrieving me from the floor he sniffs. Aroused by the aroma his hand massages the growing bulge in his trousers. Then placing me with my cherished mortarium and raising his eyes towards your room, he heads out of the kitchen.

From Smut Marathon Round Five my favourites were from Charlie Powell, David Watson,  Cara, Auroria and – once again – Cousin Pons. You can read them all here. As well as have a look at the feedback received.

As I write this I still have not finished my entry for round six. All my others have been slightly different from each other and also a little original within themselves. I can not seem to get that from the one I am working on at the moment. But I have had a busy month, being part of Summer 100 – Meg has published a great post sharing some of her favourite posts from the last week.

Smut Marathon Round Five
Smut Marathon Round Five – Masturbation Monday #200

8 thoughts on “Smut Marathon Round Five ~ It’s a Pestle’s Life

  1. I enjoyed your piece. It was solid and loved that you had the bit with the other maid.

    I also think you’ll come through on the next round too. You’re a very good writer and I think you’ll continue to shine.

  2. It has been fun to read all the rounds so far and I am super looking forward to this next one. I think it is actually quite hard as it is so open so it will be really interesting to see what people have done

    Mollyx

  3. Thank you for your kind appreciation of my story. I so like what you did with your story which I think is absolutely superb. Good luck with SM6. CPxx

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