Here is a nice quickie I wrote for someone today. A naughty little fantasy, an idea built off my "To Dress in Wind and Flowers" real life story. Who knows what adventures changing rooms may hold for us.
He sees me in the changing room, door slightly cracked. I watch him, watching me, and slip off my clothes. He stares hungrily, and I pull the door open wider, letting him know I want him to join me. He slips in, and we close the door.
I strip him quickly, kneeling in front of him, taking him in my mouth, licking him up and down before sucking hard, harder, licking, sucking, tasting, savoring, until he cums in my hot mouth.
I turn around after he is hard again, spreading my legs, bending over, hands against the wall. I feel him enter me, pushing into me, his penis penetrating my wet pussy. I feel him thrusting, slowly, faster, faster, harder, more. Moans escape me, probably heard by others, but I do not care as he speeds up more, pounding me until he cums, deep inside my pussy.
He pulls up his pants, buttons them, arranges his shirt, and leaves the stall.
I leave the door open, seeing a couple others in range, watching me in the changing room, still naked, sweaty, the store attendants cum slowly dripping from my pussy. I smile and wink, beckoning them to join me.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Monday, November 4, 2013
Brother's Baby (Story written to me)
This story was sent to me by t_reffek. I figured some of my readers here would like it and am posting with permission. And please note, This is NOT me in this story. I just thought it was a nice, naughty little story. If you want to know my experience with incest, please feel free to go here.
My name is Ashley and my best friend's name is Sarah; we're both the same age, and we've known each other since we were in elementary school, so we seldom spent much time apart as we grew up.
During the summer, though, I went on a long vacation with my family and thus I didn't see Sarah for about two months until August of that year, just before school was about to start.
So you could say I was surprised when I finally did drop by her house to go swimming before the summer was over. "Sarah, oh my God! Are you pregnant?"
"Well... yeah," Sarah said, resting her hands on the generous swelling of her belly.
"Oh my God, how did that happen -?" I then lowered my voice and added, "I thought you said you were a virgin!"
"Well, I was," Sarah said, "but then I had this accident..."
That wasn't TOO hard to imagine; Sarah was a pretty redhead and - unlike me - had a nice pair of boobs, so I could imagine her possibly getting herself knocked up at a party or such. Myself, on the other hand, probably not; I looked more like a boy with my flat chest and short blond hair, and most boys weren't all that interested in me.
"Come up to my room," Sarah added in her own whisper, "and I'll tell you what happened." Needless to say, I was beside myself with curiosity and followed Sarah upstairs to her room, which was opposite her parent's room and down the hall from her 17-year old brother Jacob's room. Jacob happened to be in his room as we passed, working out with weights, and seemed a little embarrassed when he saw Sarah.
"Okay now," Sarah said, once we were in her room, "don't dare tell anyone, but Jacob is the father."
"Jacob!?!" I exclaimed. "No way!"
"SHHH!" Sarah said, putting a finger to her lips. "Yes way."
"Oh, man... girl, that is sick! With your own brother?"
"Well, like I said, it was an accident..."
"Like what, he slipped and fell in your hole?"
"Ashley, do you want to hear the story or what?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. So how did it happen?"
Sarah then went on to tell me the sordid details while changing out of her T-shirt and jeans and into a turquoise bikini top and wrap (for later when we planned to go swimming in her pool).
Way back in April when the weather started to warm up, Sarah couldn't resist going for a swim while her parents were at work and (she thought) her brother was at baseball practice. So figuring no one could see, she took off her swimsuit and paddled around for a while until she heard a strange sound coming from her brother's room.
She immediately realized her brother was there, so she put on her swimsuit, hurried upstairs and asked if he was watching her. He claimed he wasn't, but from the way his voice was strained Sarah could tell something was up; Jacob tried to keep her out of his room, but she barged right in and found him with his cock stuck through one of his barbell weights.
"No way! Seriously?"
"Seriously," Sarah said; "but wait, it gets better..." Since Jacob felt masturbation wasn't manly - but he was definitely turned on by his sister - he decided to try fucking the hole in one of his 5-pound weights instead (figuring that would be more manly I guess), but then his erection got so big it got stuck.
"Seriously, it was HUGE," Sarah said. "As big as your forearm!" I glanced at my forearm, which was slender, but still...
For a manly young man like Jacob, going to the hospital with a 5-pound weight on his dick was even more mortifying a prospect than being caught masturbating, but Sarah was sympathetic. After pausing just long enough to grab her camera and snap a picture (and freak out Jacob), she told Jacob she would help him get his dick loose if he promised to be her slave forever and ever. I thought that sounded a bit harsh taking advantage of her idiot brother like that, but Jacob agreed and Sarah then proceeded to sit Jacob on his bed, drop to her knees and give him a blowjob.
"No fucking way! Seriously?"
"Seriously. He actually started crying - because it was really sensitive, I guess - but then he went off like you wouldn't believe. He squirted a huge gob in my mouth - which was gross - then the rest squirted all over my boobs and got me all sticky. But the swelling did go down, and eventually we were able to get the weight loose with a whole bunch of dish soap."
"Damn, girl, you're a total slut!"
"Well, it's not like anybody knew...and it was pretty sweet for a while. Since he was my slave, and I had the picture well-hidden where he'd never find it, I made him eat my pussy every day after school after that, and I'd give him blowjobs too if he was really good and made me cum. But then one day - after he finger-fucked me and I was all stupid with cumming - he just climbed on top of me and stuck his cock right inside me."
I stared at Sarah, disbelieving. Indeed, if she weren't swollen up like a beachball I'd have sworn she was shitting me.
"I told him to get off me," Sarah continued, "or I'd tell everyone about him jerking off, but he didn't care. He just started humping me, really fucking the shit out of me, and he said he was going to knock me up good for being such a bitch. I told him he BETTER not cum in me - and tried to push him off me - but he just held on tight and kept on fucking me until he came. I could actually feel it - his cum squirting inside me - and it ran all over my legs when he finally let me up. I ran to the bathroom and tried to wash it out, but he must have shot it really deep because he got me good the very first time."
"Damn, girl, that is fucking sick! Your own brother...?" Sarah shrugged. "But still..."
"Still what?" Sarah asked.
"Well, I'm kinda jealous," I admitted. "I'm still a virgin and here you are all knocked up with your brother's kid."
"Twins, actually. That's why I'm so big."
"Jesus Christ! Do your mom and dad know?"
"Are you kidding? I said it was some guy I met at a party. From another school, forget his name, didn't get a good look at his face."
"So did you ever do it again, after that first time?"
"Sometimes," Sarah replied, "if Jacob was REALLY good. After all, he couldn't knock me up any more than I already was."
"But damn... you're going to have your brother's babies here in...what...?"
"Four months," Sarah said.
"Damn!" Sarah looked at me sympathetically, then moved over next to the chair where I was sitting and sat on the armrest.
"So," Sarah said, "would you like some cock too?" I swear I felt my heart flip over in my chest. In fact I did want some cock, and very badly, though I was too nervous and freaked out to articulate that clearly. I did manage to nod, though, and Sarah nodded back. "I know you're there, Jacob," Sarah said to the door. "You can come in now." Jacob, who was indeed there, obediently came around the corner.
"Jacob," Sarah said, "my little friend Ashley would like to see your cock. Would you show it to her please?"
"Jeez, Sis, do I have to...?"
"It's that or have the whole school see your dick in a donut."
"Okay, fine." Jacob then opened the fly of his jeans and revealed a very healthy-looking penis - in fact the first penis I'd ever seen in person - at least 5 inches long just hanging there. I'll admit I was a little afraid of it at first - I mean a boy's cock isn't exactly pretty with all those veins and pubic hair - but then I realized Jacob wasn't going to try anything unless I was cool with it first; so I reached out to touch it, tentatively, and he was fully hard within seconds of my grabbing it by the base of the shaft. Maybe it wasn't as big as my forearm, but it must have been at least 7 inches long and then some; just holding it and feeling it pulse - with those big heavy balls hanging down beneath it - made me feel woozy.
Unlike Sarah, I hadn't yet changed for the pool so I was still in my green top, jeans and sneakers, but Sarah soon had those off of me, and had Jacob naked too. I felt very nervous, of course (and more than a little self-conscious about my tiny titties and boyish body), but Sarah soon convinced me that Jacob was thoroughly under our control; plus since he still disliked masturbating, he had a healthy load of cum built up which he'd be motivated to get rid of.
You can probably guess what happened next; emboldened and horny, I stroked Jacob's cock (which was already oozing precum) until it blasted all over me, then enjoyed my first taste of a boy going down on me as he expertly sucked on my virgin pussy until I came. Then Sarah produced a condom and personally slid it down over Jacob's reinvigorated hard-on.
"Now you'd better not try to get Ashley pregnant," Sarah said to Jacob sternly, "or I'll be VERY upset. Understand?"
"Yes, Sarah," Jacob said obediently. Jacob then moved in between my legs and - as I watched with my heart aflutter - he gently lowered his swollen helmet into my tiny virgin hole. It did hurt, but Jacob finally broke through my hymen, then started pushing deeper inside me. His cock was really thick and hard - stretching my inside muscles as it sank inside me - and I was seriously stunned when I felt his helmet kissing my cervix, and his balls on my ass.
"Oh -!" I gasped, looking Jacob in the eyes; "Jacob, you're really in me!"
Jacob replied with a smile, letting me savor his thickness for a long moment, then finally started fucking me. He started slow and gentle, then switched to fucking me fast and furious - slapping my ass with his balls - then changed up the pace at random so I couldn't tell what was coming next.
Despite being 'coerced' by his sister, Jacob obviously enjoyed taking my virginity, and I gasped with shock and surprise whenever he locked eyes with mine, then rammed in deep and ground his pubic bone against my cunny mound. Sarah, in fact, had to remind me to breathe, but aside from that it was paradise; once I got used to Jacob's size, his cock just slid up and down inside my creamy hole like a piston in a chamber, and I trembled like a little girl on Christmas morning when he made me cum again, grinding my tiny clitoris between our pubic bones and slapping my ass with his balls.
As for not getting me pregnant, though, I guess Jacob's cock had other ideas. His brain clearly registered that Sarah had the capacity to blackmail him, but he was thinking with his cock at the moment, and his cock's priority was obviously giving me a belly full of babies. After fucking me to a third shuddering climax, he let me rest a moment, then (while Sarah wasn't looking) he slipped the condom off his cock and plunked his naked cock right back up inside me.
I saw what he did - and felt his stiffness fill me once again - but I was so startled I couldn't even gasp with surprise. The danger made my heart race faster ('OH MY GOD,' I thought, 'HE'S GOING TO CUM INSIDE ME - !!!'), but all I could do was just lay there, feeling his now-naked penis smashing into me, slapping and slurping in my tight, creamy hole.
Then suddenly it happened: feeling the sperm boiling up from his balls, Jacob rammed his cock in as deep as it would go and then held it there, pressing his cockhead into my cervix and squirting rope after rope of his thick, creamy semen right into the mouth of my womb. And believe it or not, I could actually feel it - not just the pulsing of that delicious cock inside me - but every hard pulse of sperm as it thudded into the back of my pussy.
"Dude," I gasped, after Jacob finally stopped thrusting and lay still inside me, "did you cum in me?"
"I'm sorry, baby," Jacob said; "you're just so cute, I couldn't help myself..."
Only then did Sarah finally realize what had happened; moving around to the end of the bed, she got an eyeful of Jacob's sperm oozing down the back of my ass, overflowing the tightly-stretched mouth of my pussy.
"You BASTARD!" Sarah said. "What did I just tell you about cumming in my friend!?"
"Um...that I shouldn't...?"
"GODDAMN IT!" Sarah said, punching Jacob in the arm with surprising force; "YOU FUCKING PRICK!"
Only then did Jacob finally pull out (uncorking a flow of cum that promptly soaked my thighs, my ass, and the bed beneath me), whereupon he then beat a hasty retreat from the room with Sarah close behind, making various hair-raising threats (such as threatening to hang him by his balls, or cut off dick).
For my part, meanwhile, I was too stunned to do anything but lie there for the moment, soaking in the puddle of sperm beneath my ass; but then, with horror, I remembered that my last period was exactly two weeks earlier - making this the worst possible time to get a bellyful of cum - and I had a sudden vision of a hundred million wriggling tadpoles gang-mugging the poor eggs almost certainly now lying ripe and defenseless in my tummy.
When I finally could move, I put my clothes back on, then found Sarah and told her not to worry about what Jacob had done. I'd enjoyed my first fuck, and we only did it the one time, so I probably wouldn't get pregnant. But in fact I was wrong; not only did Jacob's sperm mug my eggs, but they mugged them royally and knocked me up with TRIPLETS!
So here I am now four months along with a bulging tummy already starting to show, and a best friend who's just about ready to pop with twins who are - weirdly enough - the brother and sister of my daughter and two sons (or at least that's what the ultrasound says I'm going to have).
Needless to say, it's supremely embarrassing to waddle to school and have everyone in school whisper about the dumb cunt who got herself knocked up despite being too homely to have a boyfriend, and sometimes I feel about as bright as one of Jacob's dumbbells when I realize how stupid I was; like Sarah, though, I wasn't comfortable with the idea of getting an abortion so that wasn't in the picture.
Seeing as I'm still in high school and have enough trouble just taking care of myself, I think I'll probably end up giving my brood up for adoption (which is also Sarah's plan), but I guess we'll see about that later.
In the meantime, I know one thing for damn sure: I plan to wring a whole lot of fucking out of Jacob before I get too big for him to fuck!
My name is Ashley and my best friend's name is Sarah; we're both the same age, and we've known each other since we were in elementary school, so we seldom spent much time apart as we grew up.
During the summer, though, I went on a long vacation with my family and thus I didn't see Sarah for about two months until August of that year, just before school was about to start.
So you could say I was surprised when I finally did drop by her house to go swimming before the summer was over. "Sarah, oh my God! Are you pregnant?"
"Well... yeah," Sarah said, resting her hands on the generous swelling of her belly.
"Oh my God, how did that happen -?" I then lowered my voice and added, "I thought you said you were a virgin!"
"Well, I was," Sarah said, "but then I had this accident..."
That wasn't TOO hard to imagine; Sarah was a pretty redhead and - unlike me - had a nice pair of boobs, so I could imagine her possibly getting herself knocked up at a party or such. Myself, on the other hand, probably not; I looked more like a boy with my flat chest and short blond hair, and most boys weren't all that interested in me.
"Come up to my room," Sarah added in her own whisper, "and I'll tell you what happened." Needless to say, I was beside myself with curiosity and followed Sarah upstairs to her room, which was opposite her parent's room and down the hall from her 17-year old brother Jacob's room. Jacob happened to be in his room as we passed, working out with weights, and seemed a little embarrassed when he saw Sarah.
"Okay now," Sarah said, once we were in her room, "don't dare tell anyone, but Jacob is the father."
"Jacob!?!" I exclaimed. "No way!"
"SHHH!" Sarah said, putting a finger to her lips. "Yes way."
"Oh, man... girl, that is sick! With your own brother?"
"Well, like I said, it was an accident..."
"Like what, he slipped and fell in your hole?"
"Ashley, do you want to hear the story or what?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. So how did it happen?"
Sarah then went on to tell me the sordid details while changing out of her T-shirt and jeans and into a turquoise bikini top and wrap (for later when we planned to go swimming in her pool).
Way back in April when the weather started to warm up, Sarah couldn't resist going for a swim while her parents were at work and (she thought) her brother was at baseball practice. So figuring no one could see, she took off her swimsuit and paddled around for a while until she heard a strange sound coming from her brother's room.
She immediately realized her brother was there, so she put on her swimsuit, hurried upstairs and asked if he was watching her. He claimed he wasn't, but from the way his voice was strained Sarah could tell something was up; Jacob tried to keep her out of his room, but she barged right in and found him with his cock stuck through one of his barbell weights.
"No way! Seriously?"
"Seriously," Sarah said; "but wait, it gets better..." Since Jacob felt masturbation wasn't manly - but he was definitely turned on by his sister - he decided to try fucking the hole in one of his 5-pound weights instead (figuring that would be more manly I guess), but then his erection got so big it got stuck.
"Seriously, it was HUGE," Sarah said. "As big as your forearm!" I glanced at my forearm, which was slender, but still...
For a manly young man like Jacob, going to the hospital with a 5-pound weight on his dick was even more mortifying a prospect than being caught masturbating, but Sarah was sympathetic. After pausing just long enough to grab her camera and snap a picture (and freak out Jacob), she told Jacob she would help him get his dick loose if he promised to be her slave forever and ever. I thought that sounded a bit harsh taking advantage of her idiot brother like that, but Jacob agreed and Sarah then proceeded to sit Jacob on his bed, drop to her knees and give him a blowjob.
"No fucking way! Seriously?"
"Seriously. He actually started crying - because it was really sensitive, I guess - but then he went off like you wouldn't believe. He squirted a huge gob in my mouth - which was gross - then the rest squirted all over my boobs and got me all sticky. But the swelling did go down, and eventually we were able to get the weight loose with a whole bunch of dish soap."
"Damn, girl, you're a total slut!"
"Well, it's not like anybody knew...and it was pretty sweet for a while. Since he was my slave, and I had the picture well-hidden where he'd never find it, I made him eat my pussy every day after school after that, and I'd give him blowjobs too if he was really good and made me cum. But then one day - after he finger-fucked me and I was all stupid with cumming - he just climbed on top of me and stuck his cock right inside me."
I stared at Sarah, disbelieving. Indeed, if she weren't swollen up like a beachball I'd have sworn she was shitting me.
"I told him to get off me," Sarah continued, "or I'd tell everyone about him jerking off, but he didn't care. He just started humping me, really fucking the shit out of me, and he said he was going to knock me up good for being such a bitch. I told him he BETTER not cum in me - and tried to push him off me - but he just held on tight and kept on fucking me until he came. I could actually feel it - his cum squirting inside me - and it ran all over my legs when he finally let me up. I ran to the bathroom and tried to wash it out, but he must have shot it really deep because he got me good the very first time."
"Damn, girl, that is fucking sick! Your own brother...?" Sarah shrugged. "But still..."
"Still what?" Sarah asked.
"Well, I'm kinda jealous," I admitted. "I'm still a virgin and here you are all knocked up with your brother's kid."
"Twins, actually. That's why I'm so big."
"Jesus Christ! Do your mom and dad know?"
"Are you kidding? I said it was some guy I met at a party. From another school, forget his name, didn't get a good look at his face."
"So did you ever do it again, after that first time?"
"Sometimes," Sarah replied, "if Jacob was REALLY good. After all, he couldn't knock me up any more than I already was."
"But damn... you're going to have your brother's babies here in...what...?"
"Four months," Sarah said.
"Damn!" Sarah looked at me sympathetically, then moved over next to the chair where I was sitting and sat on the armrest.
"So," Sarah said, "would you like some cock too?" I swear I felt my heart flip over in my chest. In fact I did want some cock, and very badly, though I was too nervous and freaked out to articulate that clearly. I did manage to nod, though, and Sarah nodded back. "I know you're there, Jacob," Sarah said to the door. "You can come in now." Jacob, who was indeed there, obediently came around the corner.
"Jacob," Sarah said, "my little friend Ashley would like to see your cock. Would you show it to her please?"
"Jeez, Sis, do I have to...?"
"It's that or have the whole school see your dick in a donut."
"Okay, fine." Jacob then opened the fly of his jeans and revealed a very healthy-looking penis - in fact the first penis I'd ever seen in person - at least 5 inches long just hanging there. I'll admit I was a little afraid of it at first - I mean a boy's cock isn't exactly pretty with all those veins and pubic hair - but then I realized Jacob wasn't going to try anything unless I was cool with it first; so I reached out to touch it, tentatively, and he was fully hard within seconds of my grabbing it by the base of the shaft. Maybe it wasn't as big as my forearm, but it must have been at least 7 inches long and then some; just holding it and feeling it pulse - with those big heavy balls hanging down beneath it - made me feel woozy.
Unlike Sarah, I hadn't yet changed for the pool so I was still in my green top, jeans and sneakers, but Sarah soon had those off of me, and had Jacob naked too. I felt very nervous, of course (and more than a little self-conscious about my tiny titties and boyish body), but Sarah soon convinced me that Jacob was thoroughly under our control; plus since he still disliked masturbating, he had a healthy load of cum built up which he'd be motivated to get rid of.
You can probably guess what happened next; emboldened and horny, I stroked Jacob's cock (which was already oozing precum) until it blasted all over me, then enjoyed my first taste of a boy going down on me as he expertly sucked on my virgin pussy until I came. Then Sarah produced a condom and personally slid it down over Jacob's reinvigorated hard-on.
"Now you'd better not try to get Ashley pregnant," Sarah said to Jacob sternly, "or I'll be VERY upset. Understand?"
"Yes, Sarah," Jacob said obediently. Jacob then moved in between my legs and - as I watched with my heart aflutter - he gently lowered his swollen helmet into my tiny virgin hole. It did hurt, but Jacob finally broke through my hymen, then started pushing deeper inside me. His cock was really thick and hard - stretching my inside muscles as it sank inside me - and I was seriously stunned when I felt his helmet kissing my cervix, and his balls on my ass.
"Oh -!" I gasped, looking Jacob in the eyes; "Jacob, you're really in me!"
Jacob replied with a smile, letting me savor his thickness for a long moment, then finally started fucking me. He started slow and gentle, then switched to fucking me fast and furious - slapping my ass with his balls - then changed up the pace at random so I couldn't tell what was coming next.
Despite being 'coerced' by his sister, Jacob obviously enjoyed taking my virginity, and I gasped with shock and surprise whenever he locked eyes with mine, then rammed in deep and ground his pubic bone against my cunny mound. Sarah, in fact, had to remind me to breathe, but aside from that it was paradise; once I got used to Jacob's size, his cock just slid up and down inside my creamy hole like a piston in a chamber, and I trembled like a little girl on Christmas morning when he made me cum again, grinding my tiny clitoris between our pubic bones and slapping my ass with his balls.
As for not getting me pregnant, though, I guess Jacob's cock had other ideas. His brain clearly registered that Sarah had the capacity to blackmail him, but he was thinking with his cock at the moment, and his cock's priority was obviously giving me a belly full of babies. After fucking me to a third shuddering climax, he let me rest a moment, then (while Sarah wasn't looking) he slipped the condom off his cock and plunked his naked cock right back up inside me.
I saw what he did - and felt his stiffness fill me once again - but I was so startled I couldn't even gasp with surprise. The danger made my heart race faster ('OH MY GOD,' I thought, 'HE'S GOING TO CUM INSIDE ME - !!!'), but all I could do was just lay there, feeling his now-naked penis smashing into me, slapping and slurping in my tight, creamy hole.
Then suddenly it happened: feeling the sperm boiling up from his balls, Jacob rammed his cock in as deep as it would go and then held it there, pressing his cockhead into my cervix and squirting rope after rope of his thick, creamy semen right into the mouth of my womb. And believe it or not, I could actually feel it - not just the pulsing of that delicious cock inside me - but every hard pulse of sperm as it thudded into the back of my pussy.
"Dude," I gasped, after Jacob finally stopped thrusting and lay still inside me, "did you cum in me?"
"I'm sorry, baby," Jacob said; "you're just so cute, I couldn't help myself..."
Only then did Sarah finally realize what had happened; moving around to the end of the bed, she got an eyeful of Jacob's sperm oozing down the back of my ass, overflowing the tightly-stretched mouth of my pussy.
"You BASTARD!" Sarah said. "What did I just tell you about cumming in my friend!?"
"Um...that I shouldn't...?"
"GODDAMN IT!" Sarah said, punching Jacob in the arm with surprising force; "YOU FUCKING PRICK!"
Only then did Jacob finally pull out (uncorking a flow of cum that promptly soaked my thighs, my ass, and the bed beneath me), whereupon he then beat a hasty retreat from the room with Sarah close behind, making various hair-raising threats (such as threatening to hang him by his balls, or cut off dick).
For my part, meanwhile, I was too stunned to do anything but lie there for the moment, soaking in the puddle of sperm beneath my ass; but then, with horror, I remembered that my last period was exactly two weeks earlier - making this the worst possible time to get a bellyful of cum - and I had a sudden vision of a hundred million wriggling tadpoles gang-mugging the poor eggs almost certainly now lying ripe and defenseless in my tummy.
When I finally could move, I put my clothes back on, then found Sarah and told her not to worry about what Jacob had done. I'd enjoyed my first fuck, and we only did it the one time, so I probably wouldn't get pregnant. But in fact I was wrong; not only did Jacob's sperm mug my eggs, but they mugged them royally and knocked me up with TRIPLETS!
So here I am now four months along with a bulging tummy already starting to show, and a best friend who's just about ready to pop with twins who are - weirdly enough - the brother and sister of my daughter and two sons (or at least that's what the ultrasound says I'm going to have).
Needless to say, it's supremely embarrassing to waddle to school and have everyone in school whisper about the dumb cunt who got herself knocked up despite being too homely to have a boyfriend, and sometimes I feel about as bright as one of Jacob's dumbbells when I realize how stupid I was; like Sarah, though, I wasn't comfortable with the idea of getting an abortion so that wasn't in the picture.
Seeing as I'm still in high school and have enough trouble just taking care of myself, I think I'll probably end up giving my brood up for adoption (which is also Sarah's plan), but I guess we'll see about that later.
In the meantime, I know one thing for damn sure: I plan to wring a whole lot of fucking out of Jacob before I get too big for him to fuck!
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Hidden messages
So, I thought of an idea for the hidden message writing, and wonder, can you find it? (It is not that difficult=P)
Four boys surround me
Undo my zipper
Cup my breasts
Kissing me everywhere
My pussy exposed
Eaten out
Now they penetrate me
Orgasm hitting again and again
Within me, full of cum
Four boys surround me
Undo my zipper
Cup my breasts
Kissing me everywhere
My pussy exposed
Eaten out
Now they penetrate me
Orgasm hitting again and again
Within me, full of cum
A night with an (e)mail man, bedroom delivery (Fantasy Request) - The original
So, here was the original second, written by one of my readers. You can find my adaption here. Like the first, this will give you a feeling of what was written to me, and how I adapted it.
Here was the second story written to me:
I let you calm down for a minute; you lick your lips, making them shiny, sexier if possible. I pull you forward and kiss you hard, my tongue thrusting deep into your willing mouth. I hold your head in my hands pulling your mouth to my mouth; our kiss lasts a long time your passion and my passion mixing. Our mouths part we are both breathless.
Quickly I stand up pulling you with me; as you rise I bend slightly and pick you up over my shoulder and carry you down the hall. Suddenly, without warning I toss you onto my bed. Quickly I move around the bed. First I untie your left hand and secure it to the head board out wide from your side. Moving down the bed I do the same to your left leg securing to the post at the corner. Then your right leg and right arm.
You are helpless now, tied and at my mercy, my plaything.
You can hear my breathing as I look down at you, unaware of what I am doing, wondering what will be next.
I bend over and lightly kiss your nipple, suckling softly, then let it go.
A finger tip traces along your pussy lips just barely touching them, avoiding you as you move. It flicks butterfly soft over your clit then moves away.
I step away just looking at you, contemplating your beautiful body, spread before, your willing gift to me.
Something touches your face, light, fleeting almost not there. It moves along slowly tracing a line down your cheek then slowly across your lips, You move to get closer to it, it so soft so resilient. The feather traces across the cheek then down along your neck. Moving sideways I caress your armpit with it following a slow methodical down yor arm, looking for ticklish spots. At each ticklish spot I pause and use the feather making your giggle gasp and laugh; then I slowly move on tracing all over your body: the sexy valley between your lovely breast, easy circles around your breasts, spiraling inwards to your nipples, slowly down over your belly, slipping out to explore your sides back and forth along your ribs, slowly down one leg, dancing over the bottoms of your feet the just as slowly back u the other leg. I eventually reach your core, your pussy. You are stunning, turned on, lips glistening in the light drops of your sweet nectar caressing them. With one hand my fingers gently open you, I spread you open, then move softly up exposing your hardened clit. Seeing it peak out I use the feather on it, flicking it back and forth, tantalizing you, there but almost not there.
I stop with out warning. You can hear me move away down the hall. I come back in a moment; you can feel me sit on the edge of the bed. "Are you thirsty sweetness?" I ask? You nod your head. Something is against your lip, it is cold and wet and slippery.
I rub an ice cube across your lips, letting you suck on it enjoying the warmth of your lips and mouth against the cold of the ice cube in my fingers. Holding the cube I let you slowly quench your thirst one cold drop at a time. When the cube is finally finished I take up another one and run it down your chin, y=to your neck, following the trail of the feather I move down between you breast chilly cold water leaving droplets on your sexy skin.
I circle in to your nipple watching them grow hard as the ice closes in, then harder still as I rub each. You moan as the cold sets into them, then moan again as I suck each into my mouth warming them.
I grab another cube, suddenly without I hold it against your warm pussy, I rub up and down, side to side; quickly melting the cube with your warmth. I grab another cube and slowly move it over your clit; you gasp, it was chilly before, your nerves are on fire, super sensitive, now it is cold!
Again the cube quickly melts, I bend over and suckle your clit, warming it as I did your nipples. You gasp and moan rising up against my face. I suck hard pulling on your clit, you scream out in surprise bucking hard against my face as I plunge an ice cube into you pussy. My mouth follows sucking hard at your lips, my tongue plunging in after the ice cube, holding tight to you.
I make passionate love to you with my mouth, driving you up, bringing you higher, and taking you to orgasm. As before I do not let up. I keep licking you, nibbling on your lips sliding my tongue in and out of your, sucking your clit, kissing it. I am at the foot of the bed my face between your legs, you tied and at my mercy. Just a short while ago I would not stop until you begged me; now you are being tormented again, I lick, suck and love your pussy with my mouth through many orgasms. This is your punishment, pleasure heaped upon pleasure because your are so sexy to me, because you gave yourself so willingly to me.
I stay between your legs until you can barely talk, words coming out of your mouth barely intelligible; I only stop when you are exhausted barely able to move anymore.
I untie your arms and legs and lay on the bed next to you holding me, letting you rest, my aching hard cock pressed into your back.
I whisper softly into your ear "My turn now?"
Here was the second story written to me:
I let you calm down for a minute; you lick your lips, making them shiny, sexier if possible. I pull you forward and kiss you hard, my tongue thrusting deep into your willing mouth. I hold your head in my hands pulling your mouth to my mouth; our kiss lasts a long time your passion and my passion mixing. Our mouths part we are both breathless.
Quickly I stand up pulling you with me; as you rise I bend slightly and pick you up over my shoulder and carry you down the hall. Suddenly, without warning I toss you onto my bed. Quickly I move around the bed. First I untie your left hand and secure it to the head board out wide from your side. Moving down the bed I do the same to your left leg securing to the post at the corner. Then your right leg and right arm.
You are helpless now, tied and at my mercy, my plaything.
You can hear my breathing as I look down at you, unaware of what I am doing, wondering what will be next.
I bend over and lightly kiss your nipple, suckling softly, then let it go.
A finger tip traces along your pussy lips just barely touching them, avoiding you as you move. It flicks butterfly soft over your clit then moves away.
I step away just looking at you, contemplating your beautiful body, spread before, your willing gift to me.
Something touches your face, light, fleeting almost not there. It moves along slowly tracing a line down your cheek then slowly across your lips, You move to get closer to it, it so soft so resilient. The feather traces across the cheek then down along your neck. Moving sideways I caress your armpit with it following a slow methodical down yor arm, looking for ticklish spots. At each ticklish spot I pause and use the feather making your giggle gasp and laugh; then I slowly move on tracing all over your body: the sexy valley between your lovely breast, easy circles around your breasts, spiraling inwards to your nipples, slowly down over your belly, slipping out to explore your sides back and forth along your ribs, slowly down one leg, dancing over the bottoms of your feet the just as slowly back u the other leg. I eventually reach your core, your pussy. You are stunning, turned on, lips glistening in the light drops of your sweet nectar caressing them. With one hand my fingers gently open you, I spread you open, then move softly up exposing your hardened clit. Seeing it peak out I use the feather on it, flicking it back and forth, tantalizing you, there but almost not there.
I stop with out warning. You can hear me move away down the hall. I come back in a moment; you can feel me sit on the edge of the bed. "Are you thirsty sweetness?" I ask? You nod your head. Something is against your lip, it is cold and wet and slippery.
I rub an ice cube across your lips, letting you suck on it enjoying the warmth of your lips and mouth against the cold of the ice cube in my fingers. Holding the cube I let you slowly quench your thirst one cold drop at a time. When the cube is finally finished I take up another one and run it down your chin, y=to your neck, following the trail of the feather I move down between you breast chilly cold water leaving droplets on your sexy skin.
I circle in to your nipple watching them grow hard as the ice closes in, then harder still as I rub each. You moan as the cold sets into them, then moan again as I suck each into my mouth warming them.
I grab another cube, suddenly without I hold it against your warm pussy, I rub up and down, side to side; quickly melting the cube with your warmth. I grab another cube and slowly move it over your clit; you gasp, it was chilly before, your nerves are on fire, super sensitive, now it is cold!
Again the cube quickly melts, I bend over and suckle your clit, warming it as I did your nipples. You gasp and moan rising up against my face. I suck hard pulling on your clit, you scream out in surprise bucking hard against my face as I plunge an ice cube into you pussy. My mouth follows sucking hard at your lips, my tongue plunging in after the ice cube, holding tight to you.
I make passionate love to you with my mouth, driving you up, bringing you higher, and taking you to orgasm. As before I do not let up. I keep licking you, nibbling on your lips sliding my tongue in and out of your, sucking your clit, kissing it. I am at the foot of the bed my face between your legs, you tied and at my mercy. Just a short while ago I would not stop until you begged me; now you are being tormented again, I lick, suck and love your pussy with my mouth through many orgasms. This is your punishment, pleasure heaped upon pleasure because your are so sexy to me, because you gave yourself so willingly to me.
I stay between your legs until you can barely talk, words coming out of your mouth barely intelligible; I only stop when you are exhausted barely able to move anymore.
I untie your arms and legs and lay on the bed next to you holding me, letting you rest, my aching hard cock pressed into your back.
I whisper softly into your ear "My turn now?"
A night with an (e)mail man (Fantasy Request) - The original
So, I have received a new story for this, but I felt, to see my changes vs. the original, you might like to see the original that was sent to me. So, please see the original story written for me below, which became this story that I did from my viewpoint. I will also post the next two of the original ones, and then rewrite the third to my point of view.
Here is the one that was written by the original author so you can see how I changed:
Tonight is our first meeting, we have traded emails for awhile and finally decided to meet. We have a nice leisurely dinner at very pleasant restaurant and finish off a bottle of wine as we chat. We don't talk about anything in particular, just getting to know one another. We occasionally allude to something in an email, maybe a hard nipple, or a well-licked clit. We have a good time.
When dinner is over, I ask if you would like to come over for a nightcap. Smiling a devilish smile I add "and maybe something more?"
You pause and think then softly reply, "Yes, please both."
We get into my car, I reach across you my face directly next to yours, my eyes looking into yours, my breath caressing your cheek. After a moment, I pull your seat belt across and buckle it. Smiling again, I tell you "Safety first" as I open the glove compartment. I slowly pull out a silk scarf, folding it in half several times I make a blind fold; without asking I tie it over your eyes, knotting it behind your head, not so tight to be uncomfortable but enough so it will not slip off.
I pause looking at you, pleased to see you are breathing deeper than a minute ago, pleased also to see your delightful nipples poking out against your blouse.
Without speaking we drive the short distance to my house, you seem apprehensive, unsure; yet you are leaning slightly forward, anticipating what will happen.
I park my car, walk around to help you out. I press you back against the car leaning in close I kiss you softly, gently. One hand reaches up and caresses your breast palming your nipple so hard already, so eager. Moving a step away I ask "Ready?" Again you pause, then a soft nearly breathless reply "Yes."
I reach up and slowly begin unbuttoning your blouse. Top button first, then leaning in I smell your fragrance nuzzling against your neck. Then another button, and another and another. Soon your blouse is undone all the way down; my hands move to your shoulders and slowly push it back and off easing it down your arms. I can now tell why your nipples were so obvious, you chose not to wear a bra this evening, you expected this.
With you standing next to my car, cool night air on your body, I let you wonder, where am I, who can see me?
I lightly pinch both nipples, softly rolling them between my fingers. You moan softly enjoying the sensation. I flick your sexy little barbells telling you how much I love the way they glitter in the moonlight.
Taking your hand I lead you inside. You can tell I stop you in a room nothing more, there is carpet under your feet but you know nothing else. "Wait here," I tell you "don't move." I am gone a few minutes, when I return to your side I stand close to you and put another scarf in each hand. You can feel me know I am naked against you're my erection hot and needy pressing into your side. I tell you to hold the scarves and do as I tell you.
Your breathing is much deeper now, rapider; a light blush is spreading down from your face onto your neck and upper chest. Moving slowly around you, I let my fingers slowly wander over your body, softly around your waist, over hips, up along your spine, under your chin. Standing in front of you, I hold your hips as I knell in front of you.
I am close to you, close enough so you feel my breath hot against your skin. I tug gently on one foot telling you "Lift." When your foot comes off the floor I slip off your heel and lower your foot back down. Then do the same with the other shoe. I run my hands slowly softly up and down your calves, caressing you through your dark stockings. Reaching around behind you, I unzip your skirt, holding up not letting it drop I look up at your. I see what I hoped for; I can tell you are excited, you are biting your lower lip, your breath coming in deep gulps, your nipples are obviously hard.
I ease your skirt to the floor. I am greeted by a pure delight: your are wearing a sexy black garter belt and matching black silk panties. You can hear me moan in delight "Mmm nice." One by one I undo the garter tabs; then holding you close, my face pressed to your belly I gently ease the garter belt off you hips and down to the floor to join your skirt.
Still close to you, I reach behind you and grab one ass cheek in each hand squeezing them pulling you hard against me; this is the first sign of the urgency I am feeling. You can hear my breathing now, just as deep as your, also quickened by my urges.
I turn you in front of me, moving you skirt and garter out of the way as you move. Now behind you, I take one hand and move it to the opposite elbow; taking the scarf from that hand, I tie you, wrist to elbow. Taking the other hand I do the same to the other side, binding you making you helpless, my plaything for the evening.
I grab your panties at each hip and quickly tug them down to your knees. I lean forward and place a kiss at the base of your spine, then I kiss each cheek, and lightly bite each.
Once again I turn you slowly until you face. I stare for a moment, looking at your beautiful pussy; I can see drops of nectar on your lips. I whisper hoarsely "Beautiful," as I slide a finger along your lips, slowly up and down, parting them, seeing you open for me.
I slide my index finger into, your pussy wet slick eager opening for me. My finger slips out of you, you gasp as it pulls free. I slid my finger into my mouth tasting you for the first time, telling you "Pure heaven."
I put my hands on your hips and push you back wards, you take a half step then realize something is behind you, you tumble over backwards, squealing, you fall back onto my couch.
I am moving with you, keeping up with you. When you land I throw your legs wide and press my face to your pussy, my mouth opens and I suck hard at your clit, pulling it tugging it, biting it between my teeth, rubbing it around and around with my tongue. I slip two fingers into you, deep all the way in, I move them in and out urgent. Keeping my face to you pausing just long enough I tell you "cum baby, cum for me."
My fingers curl forward in you pressing up behind your clit, my mouth is busy sucking you, biting you, licking you, kissing you. I throw sensation after sensation at you, urgently I need you to cum, I need you to feel the rapture of orgasm for me. I do not let up I devour you, feasting on you, feeling your body grow tense, feeling you get more and more arouse. Suddenly it hits, the wave of pleasure breaks over you, electric warmth coursing through your body. I hold tight keeping my face to your sweet wet lovely pussy, drinking deep from you, loving this gift you have given me.
I let you slowly calm down but do not stop licking you. Now I am content, now you can cum slowly, have lingering, long orgasms one after the other. I stay where I am; kneeling between your legs, my mouth and tongue experiencing your wonderful center, learning what you like, learning what you love, giving you both. I keep at you, not stopping, slowing down every so often; but always starting back up. I keep pleasuring you until you are gasping, begging, pleading with me to stop
The night is still so young.
Here is the one that was written by the original author so you can see how I changed:
Tonight is our first meeting, we have traded emails for awhile and finally decided to meet. We have a nice leisurely dinner at very pleasant restaurant and finish off a bottle of wine as we chat. We don't talk about anything in particular, just getting to know one another. We occasionally allude to something in an email, maybe a hard nipple, or a well-licked clit. We have a good time.
When dinner is over, I ask if you would like to come over for a nightcap. Smiling a devilish smile I add "and maybe something more?"
You pause and think then softly reply, "Yes, please both."
We get into my car, I reach across you my face directly next to yours, my eyes looking into yours, my breath caressing your cheek. After a moment, I pull your seat belt across and buckle it. Smiling again, I tell you "Safety first" as I open the glove compartment. I slowly pull out a silk scarf, folding it in half several times I make a blind fold; without asking I tie it over your eyes, knotting it behind your head, not so tight to be uncomfortable but enough so it will not slip off.
I pause looking at you, pleased to see you are breathing deeper than a minute ago, pleased also to see your delightful nipples poking out against your blouse.
Without speaking we drive the short distance to my house, you seem apprehensive, unsure; yet you are leaning slightly forward, anticipating what will happen.
I park my car, walk around to help you out. I press you back against the car leaning in close I kiss you softly, gently. One hand reaches up and caresses your breast palming your nipple so hard already, so eager. Moving a step away I ask "Ready?" Again you pause, then a soft nearly breathless reply "Yes."
I reach up and slowly begin unbuttoning your blouse. Top button first, then leaning in I smell your fragrance nuzzling against your neck. Then another button, and another and another. Soon your blouse is undone all the way down; my hands move to your shoulders and slowly push it back and off easing it down your arms. I can now tell why your nipples were so obvious, you chose not to wear a bra this evening, you expected this.
With you standing next to my car, cool night air on your body, I let you wonder, where am I, who can see me?
I lightly pinch both nipples, softly rolling them between my fingers. You moan softly enjoying the sensation. I flick your sexy little barbells telling you how much I love the way they glitter in the moonlight.
Taking your hand I lead you inside. You can tell I stop you in a room nothing more, there is carpet under your feet but you know nothing else. "Wait here," I tell you "don't move." I am gone a few minutes, when I return to your side I stand close to you and put another scarf in each hand. You can feel me know I am naked against you're my erection hot and needy pressing into your side. I tell you to hold the scarves and do as I tell you.
Your breathing is much deeper now, rapider; a light blush is spreading down from your face onto your neck and upper chest. Moving slowly around you, I let my fingers slowly wander over your body, softly around your waist, over hips, up along your spine, under your chin. Standing in front of you, I hold your hips as I knell in front of you.
I am close to you, close enough so you feel my breath hot against your skin. I tug gently on one foot telling you "Lift." When your foot comes off the floor I slip off your heel and lower your foot back down. Then do the same with the other shoe. I run my hands slowly softly up and down your calves, caressing you through your dark stockings. Reaching around behind you, I unzip your skirt, holding up not letting it drop I look up at your. I see what I hoped for; I can tell you are excited, you are biting your lower lip, your breath coming in deep gulps, your nipples are obviously hard.
I ease your skirt to the floor. I am greeted by a pure delight: your are wearing a sexy black garter belt and matching black silk panties. You can hear me moan in delight "Mmm nice." One by one I undo the garter tabs; then holding you close, my face pressed to your belly I gently ease the garter belt off you hips and down to the floor to join your skirt.
Still close to you, I reach behind you and grab one ass cheek in each hand squeezing them pulling you hard against me; this is the first sign of the urgency I am feeling. You can hear my breathing now, just as deep as your, also quickened by my urges.
I turn you in front of me, moving you skirt and garter out of the way as you move. Now behind you, I take one hand and move it to the opposite elbow; taking the scarf from that hand, I tie you, wrist to elbow. Taking the other hand I do the same to the other side, binding you making you helpless, my plaything for the evening.
I grab your panties at each hip and quickly tug them down to your knees. I lean forward and place a kiss at the base of your spine, then I kiss each cheek, and lightly bite each.
Once again I turn you slowly until you face. I stare for a moment, looking at your beautiful pussy; I can see drops of nectar on your lips. I whisper hoarsely "Beautiful," as I slide a finger along your lips, slowly up and down, parting them, seeing you open for me.
I slide my index finger into, your pussy wet slick eager opening for me. My finger slips out of you, you gasp as it pulls free. I slid my finger into my mouth tasting you for the first time, telling you "Pure heaven."
I put my hands on your hips and push you back wards, you take a half step then realize something is behind you, you tumble over backwards, squealing, you fall back onto my couch.
I am moving with you, keeping up with you. When you land I throw your legs wide and press my face to your pussy, my mouth opens and I suck hard at your clit, pulling it tugging it, biting it between my teeth, rubbing it around and around with my tongue. I slip two fingers into you, deep all the way in, I move them in and out urgent. Keeping my face to you pausing just long enough I tell you "cum baby, cum for me."
My fingers curl forward in you pressing up behind your clit, my mouth is busy sucking you, biting you, licking you, kissing you. I throw sensation after sensation at you, urgently I need you to cum, I need you to feel the rapture of orgasm for me. I do not let up I devour you, feasting on you, feeling your body grow tense, feeling you get more and more arouse. Suddenly it hits, the wave of pleasure breaks over you, electric warmth coursing through your body. I hold tight keeping my face to your sweet wet lovely pussy, drinking deep from you, loving this gift you have given me.
I let you slowly calm down but do not stop licking you. Now I am content, now you can cum slowly, have lingering, long orgasms one after the other. I stay where I am; kneeling between your legs, my mouth and tongue experiencing your wonderful center, learning what you like, learning what you love, giving you both. I keep at you, not stopping, slowing down every so often; but always starting back up. I keep pleasuring you until you are gasping, begging, pleading with me to stop
The night is still so young.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
A withdrawal from the (sperm) bank (Cum bathtub fantasy)
So, those of you who know me from Tribe will probably recognize this one, but I wanted to repost it here for my other followers. It is sort of a spoof fantasy based on my bathtub full of cum fantasy. Sorry, since I have been feeling nauseous, I haven't really been in the mood for new fantasies, so maybe this one will help, even though it is a reprint.
Here to make a deposit?" the nurse asks sarcastically.
"No, a withdrawal. Give me all your sperm and no one gets hurt," comes my reply as I brandish a pistol at her.
You can see the look of fear pass over her face.
"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"
I look her over. "Because I want all of that in me. Now take me to your sperm."
She leads me to a pool, and my eyes light up. Here is an actual swimming pool, filled with sperm.
"It's all frozen. Warm it up."
She hesitates, looks like she wants to say something.
Instead of speaking, she goes over to a console, fiddling with some buttons. Soon, the room warms up, and I can see the pool liquefy again.
I begin to disrobe, and hear her squawk, as if she is about to burst from holding her opinion. I decide that she will join my fantasy.
"Take off your clothes" I say to her, brandishing the gun.
"What!? Never! What the hell are you doing?"
"We are going for a swim," I reply, grinning evilly.
"I will not do any such thing!"
"Is it worth your life?"
"Ok, ok, I am taking off my clothes!"
She proceeds to disrobe, pausing on her bra and panties until I wave my gun for her to get on with it.
She stands before me, nice firm breasts, slightly wide hips, but perfect for children. I wonder if she has any?
I push the gun against her, pushing her towards the sperm filled pool. She hesitates, eyeing it like some monster, waiting to eat her up.
Finally, I push her, and she falls into the pool, splashing.
I slip in next to her, enjoying the sticky feel of the sperm, clinging to my body. Letting out a shudder of anticipation, I slip in the rest of the way.
Here to make a deposit?" the nurse asks sarcastically.
"No, a withdrawal. Give me all your sperm and no one gets hurt," comes my reply as I brandish a pistol at her.
You can see the look of fear pass over her face.
"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"
I look her over. "Because I want all of that in me. Now take me to your sperm."
She leads me to a pool, and my eyes light up. Here is an actual swimming pool, filled with sperm.
"It's all frozen. Warm it up."
She hesitates, looks like she wants to say something.
Instead of speaking, she goes over to a console, fiddling with some buttons. Soon, the room warms up, and I can see the pool liquefy again.
I begin to disrobe, and hear her squawk, as if she is about to burst from holding her opinion. I decide that she will join my fantasy.
"Take off your clothes" I say to her, brandishing the gun.
"What!? Never! What the hell are you doing?"
"We are going for a swim," I reply, grinning evilly.
"I will not do any such thing!"
"Is it worth your life?"
"Ok, ok, I am taking off my clothes!"
She proceeds to disrobe, pausing on her bra and panties until I wave my gun for her to get on with it.
She stands before me, nice firm breasts, slightly wide hips, but perfect for children. I wonder if she has any?
I push the gun against her, pushing her towards the sperm filled pool. She hesitates, eyeing it like some monster, waiting to eat her up.
Finally, I push her, and she falls into the pool, splashing.
I slip in next to her, enjoying the sticky feel of the sperm, clinging to my body. Letting out a shudder of anticipation, I slip in the rest of the way.
Monday, October 7, 2013
The Trucker (Dedication Fantasy)
*pop*
The car lurched forward a slight bit. Nervous, I checked my GPS. I was still in the middle of no where.
*pop*
Another lurch. Great, I thought, what is wrong with my car? I hope I can make it to the next town before anything happens.
*sputter*
Smoke started pouring out of the front of the car. Great, I thought, looking outside as the rain poured down. I pulled over to the side of the road, putting on my hazard lights. Turning off the car, I checked my phone. No signal. Could this night get any worse?
I sat in my car for a while, playing a little on my phone, hoping a car would pass, see my car sitting here. Time passed, dragging on.
Lights appeared through my back window, a truck coming.
Quickly, I opened the door, jumping out of my car, waving my arms around to try to get his attention, getting thoroughly soaked in the process.
The truck slowed down, then stopped, just a little past my car. I rushed over as he got out.
“Are you ok?” He almost shouted, trying to be heard over the rain. His eyes flickered down, then shot back up to meet my gaze. turning slightly red. Looking down, I discovered what he was looking at. My blouse was pretty much see through by this point. Bad day to go braless, I thought to myself. Could this day get any worse?
“My car broke down. It started making some popping noise, then suddenly smoke started coming from the front,” I shouted back. “Can you give me a ride?”
His gaze shifted, trying to look at anything but me. I must have looked quite a site, yet he still seemed to find the one glimpse of me enough to turn this big, strong man into a shy, small boy.
“Yeah. I could do that,” he said hesitantly. “Let me help you up, the cab is very high.”
Shy he was, I thought to myself. His speech came out almost as studders. I found it very adorable, especially coming from this big, strong man.
He went to the passengers side, stepping up on the truck to reach the door, and opened it. Getting back down, he helped me up, putting his hands around my waist and lifting me almost effortlessly. Once I was in and seated, he reached up, closing the door behind me, before coming around and getting in the drivers seat.
Once inside, I started shivering slightly. He glanced over, taking a peek downward at my see through blouse, my nipples, hard because of the cold, pushing against the fabric, straining against it. The blouse clung to me, forming against my body, the rainwater pressing it up against my skin. Where it touched the skin, you could see exactly what lay underneath. My slightly tanned skin, the darker areas of my areolas. I guess there wasn’t much to tantalize the imagination up top anyways.
My feelings were mixed. I didn’t ask for him to see me like this, but at the same time, was a little aroused, and especially grateful he did not stare at me. Just the right amount of shyness, and none of the lust I would have expected to see in another man’s eyes.
In the end, I settled on grateful, and just a little curious.
He spoke little on the drive, with me doing most of the talking. As my blouse started drying, he loosened up more. He was pleasant, but still did not speak much.
His answers to my questions were muted and subdued. He was married, with two kids. He owned his own truck, a couple in fact. I told him about my recent break-up, and he sympathised. It was a somewhat quiet, but not bad, journey. Riding in silence, I first noted the trucks vibration, humming through my body. I also noticed a sensation, creeping through me, as the vibrations slowly started turning me on. It had been a long time since I had been with someone.
We finally arrived at the nearest town. It was tiny, a motel, a gas station, a restaurant, a few houses, and the main street, which was the highway. Fortunately, the rain had stopped by the time we arrived, so I wasn’t worried about my blouse.
He hopped out and came around to my side, opening the door. He again lifted me by the waist, setting me down in the dirt on the side of the road. He let go, and to my surprise, my footing unsure, I fell, right against his chest.
His arms wrapped around me, instinctively stopping me from falling on the ground, and he held me there for a short time, looking into my eyes as I looked into his before remembering that we were strangers, me someone he was giving a ride to. He quickly backed up a half a step, arms unwound, hands on my shoulders to steady me while barely touching me. Now, I was more intrigued, and wondered what would have happened if I had kissed him, my rescuer.
We entered the diner.
“Well, I guess I can leave you here. I’ll grab a quick bite to eat, then head out,” he said to me in more words than I had heard from him yet.
“No, stay. Let me buy you dinner.” When he seemed to hesitate, I flashed a smile at him. “Please? At least let me do that much? Without you, I would still be out there, waiting in my car.”
He nodded.
The waitress seated us at a booth, handing us menus. We ordered our food, and sat there, me watching him, him trying to watch everything but me.
As we ate, I started noticing something. When I was not looking at him, he would watch me, but would avert his gaze each time I looked directly at him. Maybe my big trucker was interested, but too shy to try anything.
After a few minutes, he suddenly jumped slightly, his legs hitting the underside of the table. My foot had made contact with his leg, but had apparently startled him.
Putting on my best innocent face, I looked around.
“Waitress, can we get a dessert menu?”
The waitress brought it over and set it down.
I pushed it to his side, and had him look to see what was available. Standing up slightly in the booth, I leaned over the table, almost laying on it. His eyes started again when he cause a glimpse directly down my shirt, and went immediately to the menu. Still, they kept flicking to what I was displaying.
“I just can’t get them all from this angle,” I said as I shifted out of the booth, coming over to his side.
Sitting down next to him, I started looking over the desserts. When he would push the menu towards me, I firmly put it back in front of him with a light, “It is fine here, and you eat more than me. You pick first.” He even tried shifting over once, forcing me to move myself. Soon, I was snuggled against his arm, his face alarmed, a bit red, and I looked over the menu, breast pushed up against his arm.
“So, what do you want?” I asked.
He motioned to his choice, and I asked for the same.
“Two vanilla ice creams please,” I told the waitress.
By now, he no longer seemed alarmed, but instead wore a long suffering expression. Poking him, I asked, “What is with the face?”
“Nothing,” he chuckled.
Finally, he started opening up a little more, talking to me. He still said very few words, but at least it was an improvement over a nod or simple yes or no with the occasional sentence thrown in.
Eating our ice cream, I took large bites, putting the spoon in my mouth, taking a little off the top with my upper lip, leaving some behind on the spoon. Occasionally, I would lick the ice cream on my upper lip off, mouth slightly parted, tongue in a point, running it along the philtrum dimple then down along my teeth until I parted my lips.
I could see his occasionally glance over, watching out of the corner of his eye. I snuggled up closer to him. Then, something odd began happening. Instead of relaxing, he tightened up. His arms became tighter, the muscles bunching up. I put down the spoon, put my hand against him, lower it down his body. Tighter still.
Finally, I stood up, walked over to the other side, and sat back down, pushing the ice cream to the side.
Looking him in the eyes, I opened my mouth. “Please, stay with me tonight.” Barely a whisper.
Pure shock hit his face, eyes almost bulging.
Fumbling the words, almost stuttering them, he replied, “I told you I am married.”
I could feel my eyes tear up, beginning to mist over.
“I know. I am just so lonely. I just got through with a bad relationship. I just want someone decent, if just for a night.”
Now he met my eyes, a burning intensity in them, hidden by his shy demeanor. “I love my wife.”
“I know,” I whispered, feeling horrible for trying to seduce him. “Please,” I almost begged him. “I just need someone to hold, to forget, if just for a night. No strings. I don’t want a boyfriend. I don’t want a husband. I just need some company. Just for a night, then we will never see each other again.” Tears occasionally fell, everything catching up with me. And here, before me, someone who seemed to be genuinely sweet and caring.
I could see the struggle within him. I could see that he was not someone to just hop into bed with someone. I wanted to hide in shame for even trying. I was not sure what changed his mind.
“There is a motel over there. Lets go get you a room,” he said in a gruff voice.
We walked over, the rain starting up again. I booked the room, and he lead me up to it.
“Goodnight,” he said once we reached the door.
It was too much. I collapsed, then and there, in a weeping pile, the events of the past month catching up to me as I looked into his eyes.
“Shh, it’s ok,” he told me, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me inside. He laid me down on the bed.
“Please.” I said, sobbing. “Please stay with me.”
He took me into his arms, holding me against him. Almost like a loved one, caring for those distraught.
Eventually, my nerves calmed, replaced by embarrassment again. Breaking down, crying, in front of this man who I didn’t even know.
“Sorry. I must look like a wreck. No wonder you would say no.” He took hold of my chin, turning me towards him. Mouth coming down on mine, light scruff scratching a little. We kissed, our mouths at first closed, then parting slightly. Finally, our tongues entwined. I lost track of time until his lips left mine.
Breathless, I leaned against his chest. “Are you sure?”
His answer was another kiss. Soft, passionate. I could see why his wife loved him. At this moment, I could forget that he had someone else to go home to.
Our arms wrapped around each other, as if clinging, as we kissed yet again, deeper, longer.
My hands started moving, unwrapping, tugging on his jacket, pulling it off him. Reaching around, unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off him.
Leaving his lips, I looked up into his eyes. Afraid to ask, but afraid of how I would feel if I didn’t, I asked one more time, “Are you sure?”
For answer, he grabbed the bottom of my blouse, pulling it up, over my head. Dropping it beside the bed, before kissing me again, breasts pushed up against his massive chest.
I jumped off the bed, pulling him with me, undoing his belt as fast as I could, not wanting to stop, wanting to be with him. I pulled off his pants, pulled down his underwear, pleased to see I excited him, before undoing my own shorts, pulling them down, panties with them.
I stood before him, naked, breathing heavily, as his gaze wandered over my naked body. His hands cupped my waist, first kissing my belly, then pulling me towards him, as I pushed on his chest, toppling him onto the bed. We landed on the bed, me on top of him, my head moving down for another kiss. As we kissed, I shifted to the side, moving my hand down to his penis, slowly stroking it.
I kissed him, lips moving down his body quickly, before finding his penis. My lips encircled it, taking it into my mouth. Moving my head up and down, running my tongue along it as I swallowed him, I could hear his breathing speed up. Working his penis in my mouth, his breath excited me, pushed me to move faster, to work it more. Finally, I was rewarded with a mouth full of cum.
Swallowing, I looked in his eyes, giving him my best evil grin, as I crawled back up the bed, over top of him, watching his eyes as I came closer and closer, until our lips once again met.
He held me as we kissed, and I moved his hand to my breast, squeezing it slightly so he would know what I wanted. He worked my breasts, squeezing them, sometimes to the point of pain, but releasing right before.
His penis stiffened up again, ready for more.
Shifting my hips down, I straddled him, hips hovering above as I guided his penis to my pussy, rubbing it along the lips. Once it was wet enough, I slipped it inside, slowly, down, a little deeper, up, down, deeper still, up. I kept working until it was all the way inside me, then paused, luxuriating in the feel of him.
Squeezing my legs together slightly, I lifted myself off him, then dropped down, back up, down again. My hand moved to my clit, and I rubbed as I rode him, slowly up and down. Legs tiring, I changed my movements, shifting back and forth, as my fingers worked my clit. Moving faster, pushing against it, riding him faster, harder. My hips shifted more, faster, almost losing his penis, my fingers moving back and forth, pushing my clit against my pubic bone, working it harder, harder. His breath came in deep pulls, my breath shallow counterpoint, faster, in rhythm to my moving hips, my moving fingers, more, faster, harder, more. I climaxed.
I lay down on top of him, panting, shaking, my body overwhelmed by the feelings tingling through it. As my breathing settled down, and I regained control of my senses.
We cuddled up until I finally fell asleep. By morning, my trucker was gone, and I was left with a wonderful memory.
The car lurched forward a slight bit. Nervous, I checked my GPS. I was still in the middle of no where.
*pop*
Another lurch. Great, I thought, what is wrong with my car? I hope I can make it to the next town before anything happens.
*sputter*
Smoke started pouring out of the front of the car. Great, I thought, looking outside as the rain poured down. I pulled over to the side of the road, putting on my hazard lights. Turning off the car, I checked my phone. No signal. Could this night get any worse?
I sat in my car for a while, playing a little on my phone, hoping a car would pass, see my car sitting here. Time passed, dragging on.
Lights appeared through my back window, a truck coming.
Quickly, I opened the door, jumping out of my car, waving my arms around to try to get his attention, getting thoroughly soaked in the process.
The truck slowed down, then stopped, just a little past my car. I rushed over as he got out.
“Are you ok?” He almost shouted, trying to be heard over the rain. His eyes flickered down, then shot back up to meet my gaze. turning slightly red. Looking down, I discovered what he was looking at. My blouse was pretty much see through by this point. Bad day to go braless, I thought to myself. Could this day get any worse?
“My car broke down. It started making some popping noise, then suddenly smoke started coming from the front,” I shouted back. “Can you give me a ride?”
His gaze shifted, trying to look at anything but me. I must have looked quite a site, yet he still seemed to find the one glimpse of me enough to turn this big, strong man into a shy, small boy.
“Yeah. I could do that,” he said hesitantly. “Let me help you up, the cab is very high.”
Shy he was, I thought to myself. His speech came out almost as studders. I found it very adorable, especially coming from this big, strong man.
He went to the passengers side, stepping up on the truck to reach the door, and opened it. Getting back down, he helped me up, putting his hands around my waist and lifting me almost effortlessly. Once I was in and seated, he reached up, closing the door behind me, before coming around and getting in the drivers seat.
Once inside, I started shivering slightly. He glanced over, taking a peek downward at my see through blouse, my nipples, hard because of the cold, pushing against the fabric, straining against it. The blouse clung to me, forming against my body, the rainwater pressing it up against my skin. Where it touched the skin, you could see exactly what lay underneath. My slightly tanned skin, the darker areas of my areolas. I guess there wasn’t much to tantalize the imagination up top anyways.
My feelings were mixed. I didn’t ask for him to see me like this, but at the same time, was a little aroused, and especially grateful he did not stare at me. Just the right amount of shyness, and none of the lust I would have expected to see in another man’s eyes.
In the end, I settled on grateful, and just a little curious.
He spoke little on the drive, with me doing most of the talking. As my blouse started drying, he loosened up more. He was pleasant, but still did not speak much.
His answers to my questions were muted and subdued. He was married, with two kids. He owned his own truck, a couple in fact. I told him about my recent break-up, and he sympathised. It was a somewhat quiet, but not bad, journey. Riding in silence, I first noted the trucks vibration, humming through my body. I also noticed a sensation, creeping through me, as the vibrations slowly started turning me on. It had been a long time since I had been with someone.
We finally arrived at the nearest town. It was tiny, a motel, a gas station, a restaurant, a few houses, and the main street, which was the highway. Fortunately, the rain had stopped by the time we arrived, so I wasn’t worried about my blouse.
He hopped out and came around to my side, opening the door. He again lifted me by the waist, setting me down in the dirt on the side of the road. He let go, and to my surprise, my footing unsure, I fell, right against his chest.
His arms wrapped around me, instinctively stopping me from falling on the ground, and he held me there for a short time, looking into my eyes as I looked into his before remembering that we were strangers, me someone he was giving a ride to. He quickly backed up a half a step, arms unwound, hands on my shoulders to steady me while barely touching me. Now, I was more intrigued, and wondered what would have happened if I had kissed him, my rescuer.
We entered the diner.
“Well, I guess I can leave you here. I’ll grab a quick bite to eat, then head out,” he said to me in more words than I had heard from him yet.
“No, stay. Let me buy you dinner.” When he seemed to hesitate, I flashed a smile at him. “Please? At least let me do that much? Without you, I would still be out there, waiting in my car.”
He nodded.
The waitress seated us at a booth, handing us menus. We ordered our food, and sat there, me watching him, him trying to watch everything but me.
As we ate, I started noticing something. When I was not looking at him, he would watch me, but would avert his gaze each time I looked directly at him. Maybe my big trucker was interested, but too shy to try anything.
After a few minutes, he suddenly jumped slightly, his legs hitting the underside of the table. My foot had made contact with his leg, but had apparently startled him.
Putting on my best innocent face, I looked around.
“Waitress, can we get a dessert menu?”
The waitress brought it over and set it down.
I pushed it to his side, and had him look to see what was available. Standing up slightly in the booth, I leaned over the table, almost laying on it. His eyes started again when he cause a glimpse directly down my shirt, and went immediately to the menu. Still, they kept flicking to what I was displaying.
“I just can’t get them all from this angle,” I said as I shifted out of the booth, coming over to his side.
Sitting down next to him, I started looking over the desserts. When he would push the menu towards me, I firmly put it back in front of him with a light, “It is fine here, and you eat more than me. You pick first.” He even tried shifting over once, forcing me to move myself. Soon, I was snuggled against his arm, his face alarmed, a bit red, and I looked over the menu, breast pushed up against his arm.
“So, what do you want?” I asked.
He motioned to his choice, and I asked for the same.
“Two vanilla ice creams please,” I told the waitress.
By now, he no longer seemed alarmed, but instead wore a long suffering expression. Poking him, I asked, “What is with the face?”
“Nothing,” he chuckled.
Finally, he started opening up a little more, talking to me. He still said very few words, but at least it was an improvement over a nod or simple yes or no with the occasional sentence thrown in.
Eating our ice cream, I took large bites, putting the spoon in my mouth, taking a little off the top with my upper lip, leaving some behind on the spoon. Occasionally, I would lick the ice cream on my upper lip off, mouth slightly parted, tongue in a point, running it along the philtrum dimple then down along my teeth until I parted my lips.
I could see his occasionally glance over, watching out of the corner of his eye. I snuggled up closer to him. Then, something odd began happening. Instead of relaxing, he tightened up. His arms became tighter, the muscles bunching up. I put down the spoon, put my hand against him, lower it down his body. Tighter still.
Finally, I stood up, walked over to the other side, and sat back down, pushing the ice cream to the side.
Looking him in the eyes, I opened my mouth. “Please, stay with me tonight.” Barely a whisper.
Pure shock hit his face, eyes almost bulging.
Fumbling the words, almost stuttering them, he replied, “I told you I am married.”
I could feel my eyes tear up, beginning to mist over.
“I know. I am just so lonely. I just got through with a bad relationship. I just want someone decent, if just for a night.”
Now he met my eyes, a burning intensity in them, hidden by his shy demeanor. “I love my wife.”
“I know,” I whispered, feeling horrible for trying to seduce him. “Please,” I almost begged him. “I just need someone to hold, to forget, if just for a night. No strings. I don’t want a boyfriend. I don’t want a husband. I just need some company. Just for a night, then we will never see each other again.” Tears occasionally fell, everything catching up with me. And here, before me, someone who seemed to be genuinely sweet and caring.
I could see the struggle within him. I could see that he was not someone to just hop into bed with someone. I wanted to hide in shame for even trying. I was not sure what changed his mind.
“There is a motel over there. Lets go get you a room,” he said in a gruff voice.
We walked over, the rain starting up again. I booked the room, and he lead me up to it.
“Goodnight,” he said once we reached the door.
It was too much. I collapsed, then and there, in a weeping pile, the events of the past month catching up to me as I looked into his eyes.
“Shh, it’s ok,” he told me, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me inside. He laid me down on the bed.
“Please.” I said, sobbing. “Please stay with me.”
He took me into his arms, holding me against him. Almost like a loved one, caring for those distraught.
Eventually, my nerves calmed, replaced by embarrassment again. Breaking down, crying, in front of this man who I didn’t even know.
“Sorry. I must look like a wreck. No wonder you would say no.” He took hold of my chin, turning me towards him. Mouth coming down on mine, light scruff scratching a little. We kissed, our mouths at first closed, then parting slightly. Finally, our tongues entwined. I lost track of time until his lips left mine.
Breathless, I leaned against his chest. “Are you sure?”
His answer was another kiss. Soft, passionate. I could see why his wife loved him. At this moment, I could forget that he had someone else to go home to.
Our arms wrapped around each other, as if clinging, as we kissed yet again, deeper, longer.
My hands started moving, unwrapping, tugging on his jacket, pulling it off him. Reaching around, unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off him.
Leaving his lips, I looked up into his eyes. Afraid to ask, but afraid of how I would feel if I didn’t, I asked one more time, “Are you sure?”
For answer, he grabbed the bottom of my blouse, pulling it up, over my head. Dropping it beside the bed, before kissing me again, breasts pushed up against his massive chest.
I jumped off the bed, pulling him with me, undoing his belt as fast as I could, not wanting to stop, wanting to be with him. I pulled off his pants, pulled down his underwear, pleased to see I excited him, before undoing my own shorts, pulling them down, panties with them.
I stood before him, naked, breathing heavily, as his gaze wandered over my naked body. His hands cupped my waist, first kissing my belly, then pulling me towards him, as I pushed on his chest, toppling him onto the bed. We landed on the bed, me on top of him, my head moving down for another kiss. As we kissed, I shifted to the side, moving my hand down to his penis, slowly stroking it.
I kissed him, lips moving down his body quickly, before finding his penis. My lips encircled it, taking it into my mouth. Moving my head up and down, running my tongue along it as I swallowed him, I could hear his breathing speed up. Working his penis in my mouth, his breath excited me, pushed me to move faster, to work it more. Finally, I was rewarded with a mouth full of cum.
Swallowing, I looked in his eyes, giving him my best evil grin, as I crawled back up the bed, over top of him, watching his eyes as I came closer and closer, until our lips once again met.
He held me as we kissed, and I moved his hand to my breast, squeezing it slightly so he would know what I wanted. He worked my breasts, squeezing them, sometimes to the point of pain, but releasing right before.
His penis stiffened up again, ready for more.
Shifting my hips down, I straddled him, hips hovering above as I guided his penis to my pussy, rubbing it along the lips. Once it was wet enough, I slipped it inside, slowly, down, a little deeper, up, down, deeper still, up. I kept working until it was all the way inside me, then paused, luxuriating in the feel of him.
Squeezing my legs together slightly, I lifted myself off him, then dropped down, back up, down again. My hand moved to my clit, and I rubbed as I rode him, slowly up and down. Legs tiring, I changed my movements, shifting back and forth, as my fingers worked my clit. Moving faster, pushing against it, riding him faster, harder. My hips shifted more, faster, almost losing his penis, my fingers moving back and forth, pushing my clit against my pubic bone, working it harder, harder. His breath came in deep pulls, my breath shallow counterpoint, faster, in rhythm to my moving hips, my moving fingers, more, faster, harder, more. I climaxed.
I lay down on top of him, panting, shaking, my body overwhelmed by the feelings tingling through it. As my breathing settled down, and I regained control of my senses.
We cuddled up until I finally fell asleep. By morning, my trucker was gone, and I was left with a wonderful memory.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
How did we meet?
So, this one someone asked the question "How did we meet" and wanted us to make up something. This was my something.
Do you remember how we met?
Do you remember the bump, the accidental touch?
Do you remember the nervous laughter?
Do you remember how our books dropped to the ground, both about the same topic, but slightly different authors?
Do you remember how the books spoke of how to tell our parents that we liked women too, that we were bi?
Do you remember our conversation, two people meeting by chance, both thinking similar thoughts?
Do you remember the way our eyes kept meeting as we sat over a lunch shared together, asking each other what we would do if our parents rejected us for coming out?
Do you remember, how our hands brushed, and our lips parted, and we leaned in for a kiss?
Do you remember the way we both blushed and giggled, before meeting again, and exchanging a sweet, soft kiss?
Do you remember going over to my house, where we talked about ourselves, our hopes, our dreams, our goals?
Do you remember how you called your parents and told them you would stay the night at my house?
Do you remember how we spent the whole night talking, then got bolder, and started daring each other?
Do you remember how those dares ended?
Do you remember the kisses?
Do you remember the touches?
Do you remember how we explored each other?
Do you remember how we held each other tight afterward?
Do you remember how we exchanged vows to never forget?
Did you forget?
Do you remember how we met?
Do you remember the bump, the accidental touch?
Do you remember the nervous laughter?
Do you remember how our books dropped to the ground, both about the same topic, but slightly different authors?
Do you remember how the books spoke of how to tell our parents that we liked women too, that we were bi?
Do you remember our conversation, two people meeting by chance, both thinking similar thoughts?
Do you remember the way our eyes kept meeting as we sat over a lunch shared together, asking each other what we would do if our parents rejected us for coming out?
Do you remember, how our hands brushed, and our lips parted, and we leaned in for a kiss?
Do you remember the way we both blushed and giggled, before meeting again, and exchanging a sweet, soft kiss?
Do you remember going over to my house, where we talked about ourselves, our hopes, our dreams, our goals?
Do you remember how you called your parents and told them you would stay the night at my house?
Do you remember how we spent the whole night talking, then got bolder, and started daring each other?
Do you remember how those dares ended?
Do you remember the kisses?
Do you remember the touches?
Do you remember how we explored each other?
Do you remember how we held each other tight afterward?
Do you remember how we exchanged vows to never forget?
Did you forget?
I Am a Cuckoldress (Request story)
So, this is a story I wrote for someone. I told her it was her story, and she could do whatever she wanted. She posted it on EP as her story, which is fine with me, but also said that I could post it on my blog. Here is the story I wrote for her:
“But mommy, I don’t want to go to bed yet.”
“I don’t care if you want to or not. You know the rules.”
Pouting, she shuffled off to bed, occasionally turning towards me, sticking out her bottom lip.
Once she was in her bedroom, I snuck over, peeking in to make sure she was snuggled in her bed. Playing on her bed, she didn't notice me.
“Uhmm.”
She eeped once, quickly snuggled under her covers, and pulled the blanket over her head. Good enough.
I walked back to my own bedroom, noting my husband was still home.
“You need to hurry. It looks like it is going to rain, so you need to leave now.”
“I know, I know. I am almost done.”
He quickly finished getting ready, grabbed his case, and started towards the living room.
“I know he is coming over. Please try to take your time. I would love to join you two.”
I mumbled something under my breath.
“I will take that as a yes, if I finish up this meeting on time. They need to fly out tomorrow, so I shouldn’t be home too late. Please try to wait for me.”
I mumbled something non-committal, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.
With that, he was out the door, starting up the car, driving away.
I quickly called my lover on the phone.
“He just left. You are almost here, right?”
“I will be there in a couple minutes.”
I shivered in anticipation. Going back to the bedroom, I took off robe, slipping on my black lace bikini cut panties, followed by my black mesh nightie.
Ding dong.
I rushed to the door, unlocking it, throwing it open, my lover waiting there, looking me up and down, everything exposed yet covered in my see through nightie.
He stepped up to me, kissing me while his fingers flicked my nipples through the fabric.
Stepping away from him, I took his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. Once we reached the bedroom, I started pulling off his clothes. He was eager enough to help.
Once naked, I pulled him along with me to the bed, laying down, pulling him on top of me.
My legs spread wide, welcoming him, begging him to put his gorgeous, huge penis inside my pussy. I pulled my lips apart, his head coming to rest against my entrance.
He pushed inside me, slowly at first, then faster. His penis, so big, thrust deep inside, reaching areas my husband’s penis would never be able to. It filled me, completed me.
We started slow at first, hanging off the edge of the bed, pounding, pausing before he climaxed, then pounding me again. We continued making love, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes. My husband’s stamina never held up, almost always coming within a short time, while my lover could go on and on as long as he wanted. Finally, he decided it was time, and thunder crashed outside the window just as he came deep inside my pussy, buried inside almost to my cervix.
With the thunder came another surprise. The bedroom door creaked open, and my daughters head poked in.
Shocked by the surprise guest, my lover sprang away from me, pulling the blanket away from me, leaving my legs spread open, pussy swollen with his cum as it leaked down. I froze instantly, a deer caught in the headlights, my mind not knowing what to do as my daughter’s eyes glued themselves to my pussy, to the sticky cream leaking out of it, down my legs.
“Mommy, the thunder scared me.” She cried, not sure what she was seeing, not sure what she was supposed to do.
Coming to my senses, I sent my lover off to the bathroom, found a robe and put it on, concealing my nudity. I took her back to her bedroom, thinking what I would say to her, tucked her in, and stayed with her until she fell asleep. My lover had already left by the time I was able to get back to the bedroom, and his cum had already dried on my leg.
The next day, I sat my daughter down and explained what she had seen last night. I explained that I loved daddy, but he did not make me happy in every way. I explained that some parts of daddy was small, and I wanted more, just like how she liked some toys more than others. They were just more fun. The man last night was my toy. He was more fun, had a much bigger toy, and played games much longer than daddy. I explained that when a big boy and girl played together, they would sometimes get too excited, and then white, sticky cream would come from them. To show her, I grabbed a soda, took her outside, shook it up, and opened it.
“See sweety? Like that. People, if they get too excited, also have cream that comes out. The cream is used to make babies. That is how you were made.”
“You mean like when I get scared, or excited, and I accidently potty myself?”
“Something like that,” I chuckled.
We discussed more, me trying to make sure she understood, but in a way that was appropriate for her age. She finally understood.
Now, my lover comes over frequently, and my daughter tells him that he better play good games that makes mommy happy.
“But mommy, I don’t want to go to bed yet.”
“I don’t care if you want to or not. You know the rules.”
Pouting, she shuffled off to bed, occasionally turning towards me, sticking out her bottom lip.
Once she was in her bedroom, I snuck over, peeking in to make sure she was snuggled in her bed. Playing on her bed, she didn't notice me.
“Uhmm.”
She eeped once, quickly snuggled under her covers, and pulled the blanket over her head. Good enough.
I walked back to my own bedroom, noting my husband was still home.
“You need to hurry. It looks like it is going to rain, so you need to leave now.”
“I know, I know. I am almost done.”
He quickly finished getting ready, grabbed his case, and started towards the living room.
“I know he is coming over. Please try to take your time. I would love to join you two.”
I mumbled something under my breath.
“I will take that as a yes, if I finish up this meeting on time. They need to fly out tomorrow, so I shouldn’t be home too late. Please try to wait for me.”
I mumbled something non-committal, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.
With that, he was out the door, starting up the car, driving away.
I quickly called my lover on the phone.
“He just left. You are almost here, right?”
“I will be there in a couple minutes.”
I shivered in anticipation. Going back to the bedroom, I took off robe, slipping on my black lace bikini cut panties, followed by my black mesh nightie.
Ding dong.
I rushed to the door, unlocking it, throwing it open, my lover waiting there, looking me up and down, everything exposed yet covered in my see through nightie.
He stepped up to me, kissing me while his fingers flicked my nipples through the fabric.
Stepping away from him, I took his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. Once we reached the bedroom, I started pulling off his clothes. He was eager enough to help.
Once naked, I pulled him along with me to the bed, laying down, pulling him on top of me.
My legs spread wide, welcoming him, begging him to put his gorgeous, huge penis inside my pussy. I pulled my lips apart, his head coming to rest against my entrance.
He pushed inside me, slowly at first, then faster. His penis, so big, thrust deep inside, reaching areas my husband’s penis would never be able to. It filled me, completed me.
We started slow at first, hanging off the edge of the bed, pounding, pausing before he climaxed, then pounding me again. We continued making love, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes. My husband’s stamina never held up, almost always coming within a short time, while my lover could go on and on as long as he wanted. Finally, he decided it was time, and thunder crashed outside the window just as he came deep inside my pussy, buried inside almost to my cervix.
With the thunder came another surprise. The bedroom door creaked open, and my daughters head poked in.
Shocked by the surprise guest, my lover sprang away from me, pulling the blanket away from me, leaving my legs spread open, pussy swollen with his cum as it leaked down. I froze instantly, a deer caught in the headlights, my mind not knowing what to do as my daughter’s eyes glued themselves to my pussy, to the sticky cream leaking out of it, down my legs.
“Mommy, the thunder scared me.” She cried, not sure what she was seeing, not sure what she was supposed to do.
Coming to my senses, I sent my lover off to the bathroom, found a robe and put it on, concealing my nudity. I took her back to her bedroom, thinking what I would say to her, tucked her in, and stayed with her until she fell asleep. My lover had already left by the time I was able to get back to the bedroom, and his cum had already dried on my leg.
The next day, I sat my daughter down and explained what she had seen last night. I explained that I loved daddy, but he did not make me happy in every way. I explained that some parts of daddy was small, and I wanted more, just like how she liked some toys more than others. They were just more fun. The man last night was my toy. He was more fun, had a much bigger toy, and played games much longer than daddy. I explained that when a big boy and girl played together, they would sometimes get too excited, and then white, sticky cream would come from them. To show her, I grabbed a soda, took her outside, shook it up, and opened it.
“See sweety? Like that. People, if they get too excited, also have cream that comes out. The cream is used to make babies. That is how you were made.”
“You mean like when I get scared, or excited, and I accidently potty myself?”
“Something like that,” I chuckled.
We discussed more, me trying to make sure she understood, but in a way that was appropriate for her age. She finally understood.
Now, my lover comes over frequently, and my daughter tells him that he better play good games that makes mommy happy.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Wait, what?
So, I guess for those of you who like to read my stories, you have noticed I have not been writing much. I think in part because I have been spending too much time on Experience Project. My account is: http://www.experienceproject.com/about/dirtymestorytime
I have written a couple things while there. One of them, I wrote a question titled, Wait, what?. I want to share it with you who are here, not just there. I will let you tell me what is happening, and if I should add more, in the comments section. The rules are, it must end with "it", and none of the words before it can be the same. Of course, I also do not want "Fuck it" as one of them. I want it to be nice and naughty, yet still seem like it can be nice too.
Lift it
Pull it
Throw it
Tug it
Show it
Touch it
Squeeze it
Thumb it
Tease it
Use it
Lick it
Kiss it
Find it
Suck it
Mash it
Please it
Poke it
Finger it
Spread it
Stick it
Thrust it
Pound it
Finish it
I have written a couple things while there. One of them, I wrote a question titled, Wait, what?. I want to share it with you who are here, not just there. I will let you tell me what is happening, and if I should add more, in the comments section. The rules are, it must end with "it", and none of the words before it can be the same. Of course, I also do not want "Fuck it" as one of them. I want it to be nice and naughty, yet still seem like it can be nice too.
Lift it
Pull it
Throw it
Tug it
Show it
Touch it
Squeeze it
Thumb it
Tease it
Use it
Lick it
Kiss it
Find it
Suck it
Mash it
Please it
Poke it
Finger it
Spread it
Stick it
Thrust it
Pound it
Finish it
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
A quicky
Sorry, I have not been doing much writing lately. Been busy at work and wasting time on my Experience Project profile. I am easy to find if you go looking. Sometimes when I write dirty little emails to those who message me, I give them a quicky. So, I wanted to write one for my readers out there. I present, a quicky:
Do you like me in this skirt? Sometimes I forget my panties. Oops, I dropped my phone, let me bend over and pick it up.
I know you are watching me as I bend over, looking at my exposed pussy. Aren't you going to flip up my skirt? Yes, like that. Put it in. Yes. Faster. Please. More, harder, more. I love it, harder, faster. Please. Yes. Please me. Pound my wet pussy. Faster. Harder. More. Yes, please, cum for me. Please, don't stop. Pound me. Fill me. Yes. Harder. Please! Yes! Yes! O God yes! More! Fill me, please, I want more inside me. Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh God yes!!!!
Was it good for you?
Do you like me in this skirt? Sometimes I forget my panties. Oops, I dropped my phone, let me bend over and pick it up.
I know you are watching me as I bend over, looking at my exposed pussy. Aren't you going to flip up my skirt? Yes, like that. Put it in. Yes. Faster. Please. More, harder, more. I love it, harder, faster. Please. Yes. Please me. Pound my wet pussy. Faster. Harder. More. Yes, please, cum for me. Please, don't stop. Pound me. Fill me. Yes. Harder. Please! Yes! Yes! O God yes! More! Fill me, please, I want more inside me. Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh God yes!!!!
Was it good for you?
Sunday, September 22, 2013
I Am Pregnant
It is so odd. Everyone who knows me knows the risk I have taken, and the fact that I have been on birth control for the last 6 years, and yet, I have never gotten pregnant. Maybe it is fate, maybe the birth control in Taiwan is not as good. I don't really know. All I know is, I have three tests that say yes, my breasts are sore, and I need to go to the bathroom every 10 minutes (It seems that way anyways). This is why I checked.
Not sure if this is a dream come true, or a nightmare. I have always wanted a baby, but I know me and my husband are not ready. We still need to finish college, get real jobs.
I have stopped taking the birth control for now. All I can say is, I am completely and totally shocked. Never missed a pill, never had this happen before. I am excited though.
Not sure if this is a dream come true, or a nightmare. I have always wanted a baby, but I know me and my husband are not ready. We still need to finish college, get real jobs.
I have stopped taking the birth control for now. All I can say is, I am completely and totally shocked. Never missed a pill, never had this happen before. I am excited though.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
The forever toy (Fantasy)
Sometimes I fantasize about somehow being frozen in time in some manner at my current age, and becoming an immortal plaything, never growing old, never changing, always being attractive and desired for all time. So,while this is a fantasy I would never, ever actually want done to me, it creeps into my naughty mind and gets me all horny. This fantasy involves my death (Only way I can visualize me somehow preserving my youth eternally, well, in a realistic way. I will avoid the whole vampire thing, for now. Also, please note, I have 0 desire to die, this is pure fantasy only and nothing I would ever want to happen to me or anyone in real life), so please skip if you are squeemish about that type of thing.
I met him at the bar, the one who would change my life forever. He didn't look the type. His face was innocent looking, a little plump, but not in a way you would think of as overweight. More like a baby fat type of plump. I could imagine aunts pinching his cheeks, commenting on how adorable he was.
He bought me a couple drinks, joked and told me a bit about him. His laugh was easy, the kind that gets you laughing, contagious. A simple man, an accountant. I felt comfortable around him, that was the odd part. I don't go home with strangers if they give me any odd feelings, no matter how slight it could be. Weird me out, and you can just kiss my ass goodbye.
No odd feelings, and it had been a while since I had been with anyone, so I decided I would give this sweet, innocent man a night to remember.
We went to his house, and started kissing. His breath was minty, prepared already, just in case he managed to find a willing partner. We ripped at clothes, me removing his shirt, and him returning the favor. Next came belt buckle fumbling, while his fumbling focused on my bra.
Shoes off, followed by pants unzipped, pulled down, shaken off, until we were both in our underwear. I backed up, deciding that I wanted to give some sort of show, and slowly pulled down my panties, turning in a circle as I did so he could admire me from all sides.
Kneeling in front of him, I pulled down his boxers. I was greeted by a less than enthusiastic penis, half soft still. Well, that sure was great for my confidence.
He apologized, and told me he had a fetish with cameras, he couldn't really get off well without them.
Now this was intriguing. I had always had the fantasy, being a model, having my picture taken, being in playboy, with all the guys lusting after me, being in a naughty movie, imagining every guy watching me, wishing they were there instead of the one on this side of the camera. After getting him to promise me that he would give me the card after it was done, so that he could not spread pictures of me around, I finally agreed. I could teach this innocent man and live the whole camera fantasy with no risk. This night was more interesting than I thought.
He led me down to his basement, where he had what seemed like a full studio. After getting dressed again, per his request, I started posing for him. He had me turn this way and that, snapping pictures like a pro. Bend down, hand in front of you like you are blowing a kiss. Stand sideways, face slightly offside of the camera.
Eventually, he started having me remove clothes. First, open the shirt, showing of the bra. Bend over, cleavage together. Look down, fingers slightly inside the bra as if moving downward. A little later, off came the shirt. Eventually, off came the pants. Then topless, bottomless, naked in heels, naked without heels, bend over, kneel down. On and on it went, and I was caught up in the moment.
He started giving me objects and props to pose with. It felt intoxicating, like I was in the limelight. He made me feel like a model, a celebrity, gorgeous, wonderful.
Finally, the last shot was ready, the shot that would change my life forever.
He stood me up on the step stool we had been using. Then, he brought down a noose. Look, it is just a piece of rope, no tension, not attached to anything. No worries, just a prop.
It felt odd, having this around my neck. I know it is just a prop, but it's a noose for gods sake.
He kept me posing, and at first, I ignored the thing around my neck, still caught up in my beauty queen fantasy. He even had me masturbate for him, standing there. However, it kept intruding more and more, and I noted the string attaching the noose to where ever was now tighter, holding it against my neck.
I stopped posing, asking him to remove it. Please get this off of me.
He came over, standing next to me, looking me over a little, then reached up to remove it. Suddenly, the step stool was gone, and I felt the noose close around my throat.
At first I thought it was an accident, expecting him to lift me up, to unwrap the noose from around my neck. I tried desperately to draw in breath, my throat burning and aching. My lungs felt like they would explode. I fully understood that this was his intention when I swung around, looking into his eyes, and I saw death there, wondering how I ever thought he looked sweet and innocent.
I tried to catch the rope, to pull myself up, to catch something with my feet to stand on so I could get a much needed breath. My feet kicked feebly at open air. My hands could not loosen the constricting rope. My arms were too weak to to pull myself up along the rope. Spots swam before my eyes, and my chest felt like it might burst from the need for air. I kept trying, but felt my frantic limbs become sluggish. I could feel a void sucking me down, my vision dimming. I kept trying, but finally, blackness pulled me under, let me resurface, then pulled me under again. The pain faded, and the world faded, a dull rush in my ears that went silent.
My body hung there for a few minutes while the camera kept rolling, then a few minutes more. Finally, he pulled my body down, running his hands over my still warm flesh, starting to cool. He used my body then, laying me on my stomach, then pulling up my hips until we was able to find a good position to keep my ass up in the air.
He lubed up my pussy, then pushed his penis inside. Thrust, thrust, thrust, and he was coming. After he rested, he got to work. I became an animal from a prize hunt, stuffed and ready, a once living girl, now a permanent doll (This is a fantasy. I am not sure if it is possible to do this, and honestly, I do not want to know. This is a fantasy, so don't take it too seriously.).
He used my body as a sex doll. I would sleep in bed with him, and be taken by him anytime he wanted. He washed me up, dried me, even dressed me in the sexy clothes he liked on me. Some of his strange, sick friends enjoyed coming over to use me for their pleasure. There was no making love, I was only a stuffed doll now, but there was plenty of use. Once I played host to twenty or more men in a row. They would position me, bent over a table, missionary style, orally, it didn't matter. My mouth was still useful, even if they didn't get the satisfaction of me sucking, or swallowing. They dumped load after load, not worried about me getting pregnant, not worried about disease. They were kept in strict control though, since the dead cannot heal cut skin, cannot regrow lost parts. Once, he even knifed someone who got a bit rough with me.
My owner washed me out regularly, and I think, in his own way, even loved me, as much as someone who wanted to be with a once living real girl turned into a doll could. He would carefully scrub out my pussy, showering with me. Put the shower nozzle to my pussy entrance, or remove it completely so he could put the hose inside me, washing me out.
I became a sex toy, used by hundreds, never aging. I was passed around eventually, to other owners, and admired for my beauty, my youth, and the fact that they could do anything they wanted without complaint.
Thus I remained a sex toy. I don't think anyone could count how many people pleasured themselves with me, but at least I will never grow old and wrinkly. I will always be remembered, and used, as the sexy woman I used to be.
I met him at the bar, the one who would change my life forever. He didn't look the type. His face was innocent looking, a little plump, but not in a way you would think of as overweight. More like a baby fat type of plump. I could imagine aunts pinching his cheeks, commenting on how adorable he was.
He bought me a couple drinks, joked and told me a bit about him. His laugh was easy, the kind that gets you laughing, contagious. A simple man, an accountant. I felt comfortable around him, that was the odd part. I don't go home with strangers if they give me any odd feelings, no matter how slight it could be. Weird me out, and you can just kiss my ass goodbye.
No odd feelings, and it had been a while since I had been with anyone, so I decided I would give this sweet, innocent man a night to remember.
We went to his house, and started kissing. His breath was minty, prepared already, just in case he managed to find a willing partner. We ripped at clothes, me removing his shirt, and him returning the favor. Next came belt buckle fumbling, while his fumbling focused on my bra.
Shoes off, followed by pants unzipped, pulled down, shaken off, until we were both in our underwear. I backed up, deciding that I wanted to give some sort of show, and slowly pulled down my panties, turning in a circle as I did so he could admire me from all sides.
Kneeling in front of him, I pulled down his boxers. I was greeted by a less than enthusiastic penis, half soft still. Well, that sure was great for my confidence.
He apologized, and told me he had a fetish with cameras, he couldn't really get off well without them.
Now this was intriguing. I had always had the fantasy, being a model, having my picture taken, being in playboy, with all the guys lusting after me, being in a naughty movie, imagining every guy watching me, wishing they were there instead of the one on this side of the camera. After getting him to promise me that he would give me the card after it was done, so that he could not spread pictures of me around, I finally agreed. I could teach this innocent man and live the whole camera fantasy with no risk. This night was more interesting than I thought.
He led me down to his basement, where he had what seemed like a full studio. After getting dressed again, per his request, I started posing for him. He had me turn this way and that, snapping pictures like a pro. Bend down, hand in front of you like you are blowing a kiss. Stand sideways, face slightly offside of the camera.
Eventually, he started having me remove clothes. First, open the shirt, showing of the bra. Bend over, cleavage together. Look down, fingers slightly inside the bra as if moving downward. A little later, off came the shirt. Eventually, off came the pants. Then topless, bottomless, naked in heels, naked without heels, bend over, kneel down. On and on it went, and I was caught up in the moment.
He started giving me objects and props to pose with. It felt intoxicating, like I was in the limelight. He made me feel like a model, a celebrity, gorgeous, wonderful.
Finally, the last shot was ready, the shot that would change my life forever.
He stood me up on the step stool we had been using. Then, he brought down a noose. Look, it is just a piece of rope, no tension, not attached to anything. No worries, just a prop.
It felt odd, having this around my neck. I know it is just a prop, but it's a noose for gods sake.
He kept me posing, and at first, I ignored the thing around my neck, still caught up in my beauty queen fantasy. He even had me masturbate for him, standing there. However, it kept intruding more and more, and I noted the string attaching the noose to where ever was now tighter, holding it against my neck.
I stopped posing, asking him to remove it. Please get this off of me.
He came over, standing next to me, looking me over a little, then reached up to remove it. Suddenly, the step stool was gone, and I felt the noose close around my throat.
At first I thought it was an accident, expecting him to lift me up, to unwrap the noose from around my neck. I tried desperately to draw in breath, my throat burning and aching. My lungs felt like they would explode. I fully understood that this was his intention when I swung around, looking into his eyes, and I saw death there, wondering how I ever thought he looked sweet and innocent.
I tried to catch the rope, to pull myself up, to catch something with my feet to stand on so I could get a much needed breath. My feet kicked feebly at open air. My hands could not loosen the constricting rope. My arms were too weak to to pull myself up along the rope. Spots swam before my eyes, and my chest felt like it might burst from the need for air. I kept trying, but felt my frantic limbs become sluggish. I could feel a void sucking me down, my vision dimming. I kept trying, but finally, blackness pulled me under, let me resurface, then pulled me under again. The pain faded, and the world faded, a dull rush in my ears that went silent.
My body hung there for a few minutes while the camera kept rolling, then a few minutes more. Finally, he pulled my body down, running his hands over my still warm flesh, starting to cool. He used my body then, laying me on my stomach, then pulling up my hips until we was able to find a good position to keep my ass up in the air.
He lubed up my pussy, then pushed his penis inside. Thrust, thrust, thrust, and he was coming. After he rested, he got to work. I became an animal from a prize hunt, stuffed and ready, a once living girl, now a permanent doll (This is a fantasy. I am not sure if it is possible to do this, and honestly, I do not want to know. This is a fantasy, so don't take it too seriously.).
He used my body as a sex doll. I would sleep in bed with him, and be taken by him anytime he wanted. He washed me up, dried me, even dressed me in the sexy clothes he liked on me. Some of his strange, sick friends enjoyed coming over to use me for their pleasure. There was no making love, I was only a stuffed doll now, but there was plenty of use. Once I played host to twenty or more men in a row. They would position me, bent over a table, missionary style, orally, it didn't matter. My mouth was still useful, even if they didn't get the satisfaction of me sucking, or swallowing. They dumped load after load, not worried about me getting pregnant, not worried about disease. They were kept in strict control though, since the dead cannot heal cut skin, cannot regrow lost parts. Once, he even knifed someone who got a bit rough with me.
My owner washed me out regularly, and I think, in his own way, even loved me, as much as someone who wanted to be with a once living real girl turned into a doll could. He would carefully scrub out my pussy, showering with me. Put the shower nozzle to my pussy entrance, or remove it completely so he could put the hose inside me, washing me out.
I became a sex toy, used by hundreds, never aging. I was passed around eventually, to other owners, and admired for my beauty, my youth, and the fact that they could do anything they wanted without complaint.
Thus I remained a sex toy. I don't think anyone could count how many people pleasured themselves with me, but at least I will never grow old and wrinkly. I will always be remembered, and used, as the sexy woman I used to be.
Friday, September 20, 2013
To rape a mockingbird
So, recently, I have received requests from someone to tell them about being raped. The about me was hard enough, at least I only remember spots here and there. However, I fulfill writing requests, and it would probably be therapeutic to get it out there. I can't really write this as a story. I don't want to sit back, close my eyes, and think about the details, but I remember it vividly. So, I don't need to reach into my memories to write it. So, here is what happened the first time I was raped. I was 14.
He always picked on me, bullied me. I don't know why I was his primary target, and have to wonder, if I didn't exist, would he even be happy? Seemed to me that bullying me was the extent of his life.
I lived close enough to school that I didn't need to take the bus. Good normally, because I could just walk alone, not put up with people. This time though, it turned out, not having the safety of a bus would be worse.
He followed me home, taunting me, teasing me. The first time he had ever done this, had pushed it so far.
I got home, him calling me names, hitting my back, yelling at me. I went inside my house, so upset I went upstairs. Got my dad's hand gun. He was still in my front yard, yelling obscenities at me. I still never really understood why he would continue doing that, but I was so fed up.
I brought the gun downstairs, opened the door, told him to get the hell away from my house. Leave me alone. I guess I pushed him too far. He hit my hand, knocked the gun away, then jumped on it, picking it up, turning it towards me.
I tried to run into my house, tried to close the door behind me, lock it. He kicked it. I hadn't gotten it completely locked yet, and so with the bolt only a little in, not enough to secure it, it bounced open.
He charged me, took the gun and swung it at me. I moved purely by reflex, so I did not take the full blow, but enough. I ended up on the floor, spots swimming before my eyes, brain slow, sluggish.
He jumped on me, yelling at me, ripping at my clothes. I don't even remember what he was saying, just what he was doing.
Couple punches when I tried to stop him. Yelling at him to get out, to leave me alone. Then, no more pants. No more panties. And he was undoing his pants. Pulling his penis out. Forcing my legs open, punch to the stomach knocking the air out of me. I had so much trouble trying to breath. Then he was on top of me, pulling my legs apart. Pushing himself inside me. I hurt. Nothing to lube me, just raw, hateful sex. Not sex for pleasure, but sex for humiliation. For control. To put me in my place. It was over quick. He came, slapped me a couple more times, then did up his pants and left. I was left to cry on my living room floor.
This is the first time I have ever spoken of it, other than to admit I had been raped twice. So, I you guys know what even my family has never known. I was always ashamed. I always felt it was my fault. I went to far. I paid the price. I understand better now, but didn't then, just knew it was all my fault.
He always picked on me, bullied me. I don't know why I was his primary target, and have to wonder, if I didn't exist, would he even be happy? Seemed to me that bullying me was the extent of his life.
I lived close enough to school that I didn't need to take the bus. Good normally, because I could just walk alone, not put up with people. This time though, it turned out, not having the safety of a bus would be worse.
He followed me home, taunting me, teasing me. The first time he had ever done this, had pushed it so far.
I got home, him calling me names, hitting my back, yelling at me. I went inside my house, so upset I went upstairs. Got my dad's hand gun. He was still in my front yard, yelling obscenities at me. I still never really understood why he would continue doing that, but I was so fed up.
I brought the gun downstairs, opened the door, told him to get the hell away from my house. Leave me alone. I guess I pushed him too far. He hit my hand, knocked the gun away, then jumped on it, picking it up, turning it towards me.
I tried to run into my house, tried to close the door behind me, lock it. He kicked it. I hadn't gotten it completely locked yet, and so with the bolt only a little in, not enough to secure it, it bounced open.
He charged me, took the gun and swung it at me. I moved purely by reflex, so I did not take the full blow, but enough. I ended up on the floor, spots swimming before my eyes, brain slow, sluggish.
He jumped on me, yelling at me, ripping at my clothes. I don't even remember what he was saying, just what he was doing.
Couple punches when I tried to stop him. Yelling at him to get out, to leave me alone. Then, no more pants. No more panties. And he was undoing his pants. Pulling his penis out. Forcing my legs open, punch to the stomach knocking the air out of me. I had so much trouble trying to breath. Then he was on top of me, pulling my legs apart. Pushing himself inside me. I hurt. Nothing to lube me, just raw, hateful sex. Not sex for pleasure, but sex for humiliation. For control. To put me in my place. It was over quick. He came, slapped me a couple more times, then did up his pants and left. I was left to cry on my living room floor.
This is the first time I have ever spoken of it, other than to admit I had been raped twice. So, I you guys know what even my family has never known. I was always ashamed. I always felt it was my fault. I went to far. I paid the price. I understand better now, but didn't then, just knew it was all my fault.
Monday, September 16, 2013
Help me make a story
While I still have a few stories, I notice that a few people seem to like reading my naughty stories, but only one person seems willing to talk to me. I love talking to people, hearing what they say, so I have decided, I will wait before releasing any more stories until this one is finished, and I will only write about what you request in the comments. So, you want a story? Tell me what the action is. Just like how I write a story, give me my first action. Remember, you can log out of blogger and leave me anonymous comments if you want, so don't be nervous if you don't want to post under your normal blog account. Lets see what story we can make together.
Slow motion love, the final polished story
So, I have the story done except polishing it up. I have created the sequences, brought them together, and tried to get rid of any major errors and redundancies. I apologize that this was late, I was too busy last Friday and I do not work on my stories over the weekend, so here is the final story form. It will not be that much different from the last one, just some minor corrections here and there so that the mistakes will not detract from the flow. So, now you know my writing methods. I would love to see you use them to send me some deliciously naughty stories.
He and I lay down in bed, I in a pink, slightly see-through nightie, black panties visible against the pink fabric, and he in grey boxer shorts, elastic band hugging his hips, holding them in place. He lifted his leg, placing it across mine, the course hair tickling my smooth, shaved skin. Lifting my own leg, I placed it over his, so that our legs were intertwined, flesh against flesh. Leaning over, his soft lips touched my cheek, puckering slightly, “mwah” sound forming as his lips sucked in air while pressed against my cheek. His hands reached over, pulling my face towards his, eyes locking together, looking into each other’s deep pools, black meeting green, swimming in a sea of white. Occasionally his eyes flickered downwards, peeking at my exposed cleavage.
His face came in close to mine, lips brushed against lips, a light touch, feather soft, then gone; another touch, almost ticklish, then gone again. His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before disappearing back into his mouth; out again, its pink surface running over my lips, tasting them. His lips came down on mine, solidly this time, but still light, pressed against mine. Kissing his bottom lip, I sucked it in slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of it. Our lips pressed together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.
Our tongues slipped between each other’s lips, just past the teeth, meeting in the middle, tip to tip. His tongue probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of my lip. My tongue slipped into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used, giving his breath a bit of a bite. Clean. Fresh. I felt his teeth against my tongue, then pushed my tongue in deeper, penetrating his mouth further.
Our tongues entwined, feeling the other. I touched the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste buds, letting him experience the taste of my mouth. I continued exploring his tongue, running it over the smooth surface, top, moving around the side, our tongues dancing together, hugging each other, wrapping around in acrobatic motions.
His tongue left my mouth, leaving it empty, wanting, lips leaving lips. Pausing at my lower lip, he sucked it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses traveled down, leaving my lips completely, to the labiodental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He paused, kissing my chin. His tongue occasionally slipped between his lips, causing wetter kisses to dot my chin.
His mouth moved down still more, small kisses tingling on the skin, until it hit my neck. Lips puckered out, he kissed it, his tongue again slipping between his lips, blending kiss and lick together. He removed his tongue, pressing his lips firmly against my neck. The skin pulled tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck was sucked into his mouth. His teeth slightly grazed the skin inside his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.
Moving up my neck with soft, light kisses, he reached my earlobe. Earlobe inside his mouth, sucked on, his breath was heavy in my ear. I froze in place, electrified, unable to move, shaking ever so slightly. A slight tingle built between my legs, my pussy flushing, becoming wet. My sensitive ears, nibbled, drove me wild with lust, desire, pushing me beyond my limits.
Once I could move again, I ran my fingers down his back, clawing it, heard the gasp escape his throat as I came close to breaking his skin, a release from the tingles overwhelming me, running up and down my spine from his ear play before I could explode.
As my hands ran up and down his back, my tension building to the point of bursting, his mouth moved back to my neck, down it, then left it. My shoulders were showered with his slow, wet, small kisses.
His mouth, reaching the strap of my nightie, covered it, teeth biting down on the thin strap, tugging at it, until it hit the end of my shoulder. He pulled it, teeth only, over to the side, until at last it fell free of my shoulder, falling down my arm. His kisses made their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone. Taking the other strap in his mouth, he again pulled it until it fell off my shoulder, down the other arm.
No longer secured by my shoulders, the nightie fell slightly, held up by our position on the bed, lying down, side by side. I could feel my nightie fall, ever so slightly, exposing more of my chest, stopped short by the top swell of my breasts, exposing the tops, just a little bit. It tantalized the senses with dangers of falling off, of fully exposing my breasts to his lust-filled eyes.
His mouth moved on, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts. My hands reached up, entwining his hair, pushing him more firmly against me, as his kisses continued across my chest. I desired him to be closer, under my skin.
His hands moved up, pulling my nightie downward, slowly exposing first the top of my breasts, fabric tightening as it crept slowly down the swell. First one nipple popped free, then the second, the fabric no longer able to cover them. My nipples, now free, were exposed to his eyes. It was pulled further still, slipping down easier now that it no longer had to stretch to fit over my breasts, until the bottom curve of my breasts could be seen, where they met my rib cage, to finally bunch around my ribs, just below my breasts, their entire swell exposed to his watching eyes.
His kisses moved down from my chest, to the top of my breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back and forth, while he moved his head downward. His hands moved up and outward, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, caressing them. His thumb left my nipple, mouth replacing it. The opposite nipple was grasped between thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. Mouth leaving, his hand took its place back on my breast. Each hand squeezed a breast as he kissed my stomach.
The nightie, now in the way, was pushed up. No longer needing it, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling it over my body. At first, it hid away my breasts, then allowing them to peek back out as it finished traveling over them. Over my head it went, my upper body now fully exposed, the fabric of the slightly see through pink nightie no longer covering his view of my bare skin. Topless, he was able to view me completely unfettered. His hands returned to my breasts, cupping fondling, playing.
Kisses continuing, they moved down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and penetrated the slight hole in my stomach, tasting my sensitive bellybutton. Licking the edges, ringing it completely, contacting the bottom, he continued slowly, deliciously, moving, exploring, tasting. His hands moved away from my breasts, running along my sides, triggering my giggles as they tickled my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.
Not stopping, his hands continued downward, hooking the edge of my panties, as if he did not want to break the connection with my skin. Not even for the small amount of fabric that held my panties together. Hooked, my panties followed his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, then further down. My pussy lips became visible, at first only the very top, barely, then more, completely, showing the outside lips, the top, pressed together by my legs. He continued pulling them down, reaching knees, ankles, feet, then over my feet to slip free from me.
As he moved back up my body, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him. He then settled between my spread legs. His mouth came down on top of my pubis, licking the thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.
Hands moving around my waist, then slightly lower, they traveled along my outer ass cheeks, toward the center crack, until each hand firmly held a cheek. My ass was pulled up slightly, hips rotating, and his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. Lips were placed against erotic lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.
My legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arms wrapped around them as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms wrapped around my legs until hands rested just above my pubis. His fingers moved downwards, coming into contact with the hood of my clit. They massaged the hood, stimulating my clit. Mouth leaving my pussy, his other hand came up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside; filling what had been emptied since his now absent tongue had been removed.
Fingers were worked inside me, pushed all the way in to the knuckles. They rubbed the inside of my vaginal canal, hitting my g-spot, located at the top of my canal, pushed towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood: pussy and clit, rubbing. Moving the hood out of the way of his working fingers, they came into direct contact with my clit, pushing downward, rubbing back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to thrash as the tension built within: rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, harder, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.
Removing his fingers from my clit and pulling his fingers out of my pussy, he moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia nice and wet, before working his tongue inside, running it around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dripping with his saliva and my salty nectar.
Now, I was thoroughly wet. He sat up, pulling my hips towards his groin, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy. My legs were pulled up, my ass now slightly above the bed, as he spread my legs. My pussy was opened wide, hungry for his waiting penis, wanting to be filled.
Rubbing the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, head against lips, up and down, along the slit, the head was soon wet with our mixed juices, to be pushed inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pulled back, lubricating more of the shaft with each slow stroke. Finally, my pussy swallowed the whole of him, our groins connected, two as one, the head deep inside me. My legs were lifted, placed over his shoulders, and then he started thrusting inside me.
Slow strokes, his penis was pulled out, until only the head remained inside me, barely, then his penis was pushed all the way pack in, my pussy completely devouring his shaft. He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, then pulled almost out, back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply. Pull, push, deep inside, pull, push, mind devouring the delicious sensation of his penis against my pussy, pull, push, stimulating me the whole way, ecstasy reverberating through me, pull, push, my body feeling like an erogenous zone. His hips sped up, the long thrusts coming faster, pounding me, lewd sounds emanating from his sides slapping my thighs, breath louder, faster, deeper, panting. His penis, pounding inside me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside, over and over, tantalizing, thrilling, fulfilling.
He paused, causing my mind to reel, to revolt with pleasure halted. His legs moved outward, spreading, until his knees poked between the gap of my arched legs, balancing himself. Lying down on top of me, he wrapped his arms around my torso, hugging me to him, holding me tightly. With me in his arms, he sat up, pulling me up with him until his ass rested on his heels. I stayed there, embraced in his arms, on top of him, his penis still inside me, spearing me. He shifted his head down, finding my nipples with his mouth, arms still holding me against him. My hips started their own gyration.
I started moving my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat on his lap completely, keeping him buried deep inside. I again started moving my hips, back and forth, first towards him, then away. Need building, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, his penis shifting around inside me, stimulating the front, back, sides, my entire pussy feeling the motions of his hot penis inside me. It felt wonderful, rubbing against the top, stimulating my clit, the bottom, pressing against my perineum, the sides, pressing my lips against my thighs, pushing my mind further, wanting more, feeling wonderful. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, lust overwhelming me, my hips moving faster with want, need, desire. My hips, moving quickly, frantically, lost their rhythm in my passion, sometimes shifting only back and forth, moving up and down, shifting side to side. Other times I managed to maintain my small circles, frantically riding him. Penis almost popping out, my motions lost all control, my senses driven wild. I was an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until I collapsed, until I was fulfilled. Sweat beaded our brows, my legs getting sore from pounding our bodies together almost to the point of breaking, when it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, squeezing him inside me, as I shook in his arms, mind empty of thought, consumed by the bliss running through my body, bliss that bordered torture.
Once finished, calming enough to regain my senses, he picked me up, laying me down beneath him. Penis still pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, my cheeks, neck, breasts. My upper body was showered in kisses while his hips remained motionless, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy, wrapped around it, embracing it. I basked in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hips started their movement.
Slowly thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements gathered speed, until our bodies were making lewd sounds, yet again, flesh slapping against flesh, naughty, delicious, dirty sounds. Our stomachs slapped together, side against thigh: slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up as his hips increased speed. His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movement and rhythm. Thrusts shortening, speeding up, they became quicker, more urgent, tension building inside him. Our breath came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up still more. Finally, he pushed in, quaking slightly, pulled out, then back in, and shuddered again. His body shook one last time, hips pushing his penis as deep inside as he could go, and he jerked slightly, hot cum filling my pussy.
He lay there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breath coming in long, ragged pulls. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace. I could feel his penis softening inside me, pulling back slowly, until it was too soft to remain. He kissed me and played with my nipples a little as he softened, until, at last, his penis slipped out, too soft to remain. A plunger pulled: with his manhood no longer inside, my pussy, lacking its plug. His cum leaked out of me, dripping down, to the bottom of my pussy, then lower, underneath, running down my perineum, down the crack of my ass.
Getting up, he went to the restroom to wash his saliva, cum and pussy juice covered penis off in the shower. As he came back, we passed, he pulling me against him, kissing me and smiling shyly. His cum continued dripping down my leg. I went to the shower, turned it on, and waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum leaking out of my pussy, dripping down me, leaving its slimy trail down my inner thigh.
I took hold of the shower, removing it from its hanger. Shifting my arm around, I aimed the spray at my ass. My other hand snaked around my leg, running along the crack, then worked its way inside. I ran my fingers up and down my ass crack, across my anus, washing out the leaked cum, fingering my anus, just a little, pushing the surface, just a little.
Bringing the shower head around again, I spread my legs, placing the nozzle against the entrance to my pussy. Squatting a little, and with the help of my fingers, I opened the entrance, feeling the warm water rush inside, cleaning out the cum. Rushing water, inside my pussy, like a giant, warm, wet cum shot, working its way inside me, flushing me out, filling me up and trickling back out. It dripped off my pussy lips, down my legs.
Once my pussy was nice and clean, I ran water over the surface, washing the outer lips, then down my legs. Washing away the excess cum that had leaked down, the slimy trails it had made while oozing down my leg.
Once I was nice and clean, I toweled off, nice fluffy towel brushing against my pussy lips, my anus, my thighs, my legs, so soft and warm. Heading back to bed, I slipped back on my panties, one foot, then the other, pulling them up the length of my shaved, smooth, soft legs, to cover my pussy and ass with the thin, soft material. Nightie in hand, I lifted my arms, slipping them between the fabric and the straps, pulling it over by breasts, letting it fall about my waist, once again covering my breasts, while leaving them slightly exposed through the see-through material. I snuggled against him; arm across his chest, caressing his side, his face, occasionally kissing his cheek. At last, I noted his deep breaths of sleep. With that, I turned over, a smile on my face, and went to sleep myself, to dream my naughty dreams.
He and I lay down in bed, I in a pink, slightly see-through nightie, black panties visible against the pink fabric, and he in grey boxer shorts, elastic band hugging his hips, holding them in place. He lifted his leg, placing it across mine, the course hair tickling my smooth, shaved skin. Lifting my own leg, I placed it over his, so that our legs were intertwined, flesh against flesh. Leaning over, his soft lips touched my cheek, puckering slightly, “mwah” sound forming as his lips sucked in air while pressed against my cheek. His hands reached over, pulling my face towards his, eyes locking together, looking into each other’s deep pools, black meeting green, swimming in a sea of white. Occasionally his eyes flickered downwards, peeking at my exposed cleavage.
His face came in close to mine, lips brushed against lips, a light touch, feather soft, then gone; another touch, almost ticklish, then gone again. His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before disappearing back into his mouth; out again, its pink surface running over my lips, tasting them. His lips came down on mine, solidly this time, but still light, pressed against mine. Kissing his bottom lip, I sucked it in slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of it. Our lips pressed together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.
Our tongues slipped between each other’s lips, just past the teeth, meeting in the middle, tip to tip. His tongue probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of my lip. My tongue slipped into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used, giving his breath a bit of a bite. Clean. Fresh. I felt his teeth against my tongue, then pushed my tongue in deeper, penetrating his mouth further.
Our tongues entwined, feeling the other. I touched the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste buds, letting him experience the taste of my mouth. I continued exploring his tongue, running it over the smooth surface, top, moving around the side, our tongues dancing together, hugging each other, wrapping around in acrobatic motions.
His tongue left my mouth, leaving it empty, wanting, lips leaving lips. Pausing at my lower lip, he sucked it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses traveled down, leaving my lips completely, to the labiodental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He paused, kissing my chin. His tongue occasionally slipped between his lips, causing wetter kisses to dot my chin.
His mouth moved down still more, small kisses tingling on the skin, until it hit my neck. Lips puckered out, he kissed it, his tongue again slipping between his lips, blending kiss and lick together. He removed his tongue, pressing his lips firmly against my neck. The skin pulled tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck was sucked into his mouth. His teeth slightly grazed the skin inside his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.
Moving up my neck with soft, light kisses, he reached my earlobe. Earlobe inside his mouth, sucked on, his breath was heavy in my ear. I froze in place, electrified, unable to move, shaking ever so slightly. A slight tingle built between my legs, my pussy flushing, becoming wet. My sensitive ears, nibbled, drove me wild with lust, desire, pushing me beyond my limits.
Once I could move again, I ran my fingers down his back, clawing it, heard the gasp escape his throat as I came close to breaking his skin, a release from the tingles overwhelming me, running up and down my spine from his ear play before I could explode.
As my hands ran up and down his back, my tension building to the point of bursting, his mouth moved back to my neck, down it, then left it. My shoulders were showered with his slow, wet, small kisses.
His mouth, reaching the strap of my nightie, covered it, teeth biting down on the thin strap, tugging at it, until it hit the end of my shoulder. He pulled it, teeth only, over to the side, until at last it fell free of my shoulder, falling down my arm. His kisses made their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone. Taking the other strap in his mouth, he again pulled it until it fell off my shoulder, down the other arm.
No longer secured by my shoulders, the nightie fell slightly, held up by our position on the bed, lying down, side by side. I could feel my nightie fall, ever so slightly, exposing more of my chest, stopped short by the top swell of my breasts, exposing the tops, just a little bit. It tantalized the senses with dangers of falling off, of fully exposing my breasts to his lust-filled eyes.
His mouth moved on, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts. My hands reached up, entwining his hair, pushing him more firmly against me, as his kisses continued across my chest. I desired him to be closer, under my skin.
His hands moved up, pulling my nightie downward, slowly exposing first the top of my breasts, fabric tightening as it crept slowly down the swell. First one nipple popped free, then the second, the fabric no longer able to cover them. My nipples, now free, were exposed to his eyes. It was pulled further still, slipping down easier now that it no longer had to stretch to fit over my breasts, until the bottom curve of my breasts could be seen, where they met my rib cage, to finally bunch around my ribs, just below my breasts, their entire swell exposed to his watching eyes.
His kisses moved down from my chest, to the top of my breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back and forth, while he moved his head downward. His hands moved up and outward, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, caressing them. His thumb left my nipple, mouth replacing it. The opposite nipple was grasped between thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. Mouth leaving, his hand took its place back on my breast. Each hand squeezed a breast as he kissed my stomach.
The nightie, now in the way, was pushed up. No longer needing it, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling it over my body. At first, it hid away my breasts, then allowing them to peek back out as it finished traveling over them. Over my head it went, my upper body now fully exposed, the fabric of the slightly see through pink nightie no longer covering his view of my bare skin. Topless, he was able to view me completely unfettered. His hands returned to my breasts, cupping fondling, playing.
Kisses continuing, they moved down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and penetrated the slight hole in my stomach, tasting my sensitive bellybutton. Licking the edges, ringing it completely, contacting the bottom, he continued slowly, deliciously, moving, exploring, tasting. His hands moved away from my breasts, running along my sides, triggering my giggles as they tickled my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.
Not stopping, his hands continued downward, hooking the edge of my panties, as if he did not want to break the connection with my skin. Not even for the small amount of fabric that held my panties together. Hooked, my panties followed his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, then further down. My pussy lips became visible, at first only the very top, barely, then more, completely, showing the outside lips, the top, pressed together by my legs. He continued pulling them down, reaching knees, ankles, feet, then over my feet to slip free from me.
As he moved back up my body, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him. He then settled between my spread legs. His mouth came down on top of my pubis, licking the thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.
Hands moving around my waist, then slightly lower, they traveled along my outer ass cheeks, toward the center crack, until each hand firmly held a cheek. My ass was pulled up slightly, hips rotating, and his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. Lips were placed against erotic lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.
My legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arms wrapped around them as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms wrapped around my legs until hands rested just above my pubis. His fingers moved downwards, coming into contact with the hood of my clit. They massaged the hood, stimulating my clit. Mouth leaving my pussy, his other hand came up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside; filling what had been emptied since his now absent tongue had been removed.
Fingers were worked inside me, pushed all the way in to the knuckles. They rubbed the inside of my vaginal canal, hitting my g-spot, located at the top of my canal, pushed towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood: pussy and clit, rubbing. Moving the hood out of the way of his working fingers, they came into direct contact with my clit, pushing downward, rubbing back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to thrash as the tension built within: rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, harder, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.
Removing his fingers from my clit and pulling his fingers out of my pussy, he moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia nice and wet, before working his tongue inside, running it around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dripping with his saliva and my salty nectar.
Now, I was thoroughly wet. He sat up, pulling my hips towards his groin, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy. My legs were pulled up, my ass now slightly above the bed, as he spread my legs. My pussy was opened wide, hungry for his waiting penis, wanting to be filled.
Rubbing the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, head against lips, up and down, along the slit, the head was soon wet with our mixed juices, to be pushed inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pulled back, lubricating more of the shaft with each slow stroke. Finally, my pussy swallowed the whole of him, our groins connected, two as one, the head deep inside me. My legs were lifted, placed over his shoulders, and then he started thrusting inside me.
Slow strokes, his penis was pulled out, until only the head remained inside me, barely, then his penis was pushed all the way pack in, my pussy completely devouring his shaft. He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, then pulled almost out, back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply. Pull, push, deep inside, pull, push, mind devouring the delicious sensation of his penis against my pussy, pull, push, stimulating me the whole way, ecstasy reverberating through me, pull, push, my body feeling like an erogenous zone. His hips sped up, the long thrusts coming faster, pounding me, lewd sounds emanating from his sides slapping my thighs, breath louder, faster, deeper, panting. His penis, pounding inside me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside, over and over, tantalizing, thrilling, fulfilling.
He paused, causing my mind to reel, to revolt with pleasure halted. His legs moved outward, spreading, until his knees poked between the gap of my arched legs, balancing himself. Lying down on top of me, he wrapped his arms around my torso, hugging me to him, holding me tightly. With me in his arms, he sat up, pulling me up with him until his ass rested on his heels. I stayed there, embraced in his arms, on top of him, his penis still inside me, spearing me. He shifted his head down, finding my nipples with his mouth, arms still holding me against him. My hips started their own gyration.
I started moving my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat on his lap completely, keeping him buried deep inside. I again started moving my hips, back and forth, first towards him, then away. Need building, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, his penis shifting around inside me, stimulating the front, back, sides, my entire pussy feeling the motions of his hot penis inside me. It felt wonderful, rubbing against the top, stimulating my clit, the bottom, pressing against my perineum, the sides, pressing my lips against my thighs, pushing my mind further, wanting more, feeling wonderful. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, lust overwhelming me, my hips moving faster with want, need, desire. My hips, moving quickly, frantically, lost their rhythm in my passion, sometimes shifting only back and forth, moving up and down, shifting side to side. Other times I managed to maintain my small circles, frantically riding him. Penis almost popping out, my motions lost all control, my senses driven wild. I was an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until I collapsed, until I was fulfilled. Sweat beaded our brows, my legs getting sore from pounding our bodies together almost to the point of breaking, when it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, squeezing him inside me, as I shook in his arms, mind empty of thought, consumed by the bliss running through my body, bliss that bordered torture.
Once finished, calming enough to regain my senses, he picked me up, laying me down beneath him. Penis still pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, my cheeks, neck, breasts. My upper body was showered in kisses while his hips remained motionless, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy, wrapped around it, embracing it. I basked in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hips started their movement.
Slowly thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements gathered speed, until our bodies were making lewd sounds, yet again, flesh slapping against flesh, naughty, delicious, dirty sounds. Our stomachs slapped together, side against thigh: slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up as his hips increased speed. His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movement and rhythm. Thrusts shortening, speeding up, they became quicker, more urgent, tension building inside him. Our breath came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up still more. Finally, he pushed in, quaking slightly, pulled out, then back in, and shuddered again. His body shook one last time, hips pushing his penis as deep inside as he could go, and he jerked slightly, hot cum filling my pussy.
He lay there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breath coming in long, ragged pulls. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace. I could feel his penis softening inside me, pulling back slowly, until it was too soft to remain. He kissed me and played with my nipples a little as he softened, until, at last, his penis slipped out, too soft to remain. A plunger pulled: with his manhood no longer inside, my pussy, lacking its plug. His cum leaked out of me, dripping down, to the bottom of my pussy, then lower, underneath, running down my perineum, down the crack of my ass.
Getting up, he went to the restroom to wash his saliva, cum and pussy juice covered penis off in the shower. As he came back, we passed, he pulling me against him, kissing me and smiling shyly. His cum continued dripping down my leg. I went to the shower, turned it on, and waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum leaking out of my pussy, dripping down me, leaving its slimy trail down my inner thigh.
I took hold of the shower, removing it from its hanger. Shifting my arm around, I aimed the spray at my ass. My other hand snaked around my leg, running along the crack, then worked its way inside. I ran my fingers up and down my ass crack, across my anus, washing out the leaked cum, fingering my anus, just a little, pushing the surface, just a little.
Bringing the shower head around again, I spread my legs, placing the nozzle against the entrance to my pussy. Squatting a little, and with the help of my fingers, I opened the entrance, feeling the warm water rush inside, cleaning out the cum. Rushing water, inside my pussy, like a giant, warm, wet cum shot, working its way inside me, flushing me out, filling me up and trickling back out. It dripped off my pussy lips, down my legs.
Once my pussy was nice and clean, I ran water over the surface, washing the outer lips, then down my legs. Washing away the excess cum that had leaked down, the slimy trails it had made while oozing down my leg.
Once I was nice and clean, I toweled off, nice fluffy towel brushing against my pussy lips, my anus, my thighs, my legs, so soft and warm. Heading back to bed, I slipped back on my panties, one foot, then the other, pulling them up the length of my shaved, smooth, soft legs, to cover my pussy and ass with the thin, soft material. Nightie in hand, I lifted my arms, slipping them between the fabric and the straps, pulling it over by breasts, letting it fall about my waist, once again covering my breasts, while leaving them slightly exposed through the see-through material. I snuggled against him; arm across his chest, caressing his side, his face, occasionally kissing his cheek. At last, I noted his deep breaths of sleep. With that, I turned over, a smile on my face, and went to sleep myself, to dream my naughty dreams.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Slow motion love, the refinement
For this step, I will try to iron out the missing details, catch any major errors, and try to eliminate any over redundant items. I still have 1 more step left, making sure the tense is proper, but this will look almost like the finished story. When I write, I always need to do a final review for tense, since, especially during the parts that most excite me, I tend to switch verb tenses, which I do not want in my final story. So, on with the story.
Me and him laid down in bed, me in a pink, slightly see through nightie, black panties visible against the pink fabric, and him in grey boxer shorts, elastic band hugging his hips, holding them in place. He lifted his leg, placing it across mine, the course hair tickling my smooth, shaved skin. Lifting my own leg, I placed it over his, so that our legs were intertwined, flesh against flesh. Leaning over, his soft lips touched my cheek, puckering slightly, mwah sound forming as his lips sucked in air while pressed against my cheek. His hands reached over, pulling my face towards his, eyes locking together, looking into each others deep pools, black meeting green, swimming in a sea of white. Occasionally his eyes flickered downwards, peeking at my exposed cleavage.
His face came in close to mine, lips brushed against lips, a light touch, feather soft, then gone. Another touch, almost ticklish, then gone again. His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before disappearing back into his mouth. Out again, it's pink surface running over my lips, tasting them. His lips came down on mine, solidly this time, but still light, pressed against my lips. Kissing his bottom lip, I sucked it in slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of his lip. Our lips pressed together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.
Our tongues slipped between our lips, just past the teeth, meeting in the middle, tip to tip. His tongue probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of my lip. My tongue slipped into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used, giving his breath a bit of a bite. Clean. Fresh. I felt his teeth against my tongue, then pushed my tongue in deeper, penetrating his mouth further.
Our tongues entwined, feeling the other. I touched the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste buds, letting him experience the taste of my mouth. I continued exploring his tongue, running it over the smooth surface, top, moving around the side, our tongues dancing together, hugging each other, wrapping around, acrobatic motions.
His tongue left my mouth, leaving it empty, wanting, lips leaving lips. Pausing at my lower lip, he sucked it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses traveled down, leaving my lips completely, to the labiomental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He paused, kissing my chin. His tongue occasionally slipped between his lips, causing wetter kisses to dot my chin.
His mouth moved down still more, small kisses tingling on the skin, until it hit my neck. Lips puckered out, he kisses it, his tongue again slipping between his lips, blending kiss and lick together. He removed his tongue, pressing his lips firmly against my neck. The skin pulled tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck was pulled into his mouth. His teeth slightly grazed my skin inside his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.
Moving up my neck with soft, light kisses, he reached my earlobe. Earlobe inside his mouth, sucked on, his breath was heavy in my ear. I froze in place, electrified, unable to move, shaking ever so slightly. A slight tingle built between my legs, my pussy flushing, becoming wet. My sensitive ears, nibbled, drove me wild with lust, desire, pushing me beyond my limits.
Once I could move again, I ran my fingers down his back, clawing it, heard the gasp escape his throat as I came close to breaking his skin, a release from the tingles overwhelming me, running up and down my spine from his ear play before I could explode.
As my hands ran up and down his back, my tension building to the point of bursting, his mouth moved back to my neck, down it, then left it. My shoulders were showered with his slow, wet, small kisses.
His mouth, reaching the strap of my nightie, covered it, teeth biting down on the thin strap, tugging at it, until it hit the end of my shoulder. He pulled it, teeth only, over to the side, until at last it fell free of my shoulder, falling down my arm. His kisses made their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone. Taking the other strap in his mouth, he again pulled it until it fell off my shoulder, down the other arm.
No longer secured by my shoulders, the nightie fell slightly, held up by our position on the bed, laying down, side by side. I could feel my nightie fall, ever so slightly, exposing more of my chest, stopped short by the top swell of my breasts, exposing the tops, just a little bit. It tantalized the senses with dangers of falling of, of fully exposing my breasts to his lust filled eyes.
His mouth moved on, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts. My hands reached up, entwining his hair, pushing him more firmly against me, as his kisses continued across my chest. I desired him to be closer, under my skin.
His hands moved up, pulling my nightie downward, slowly exposing first the top of my breasts, fabric tightening as it crept slowly down the swell. First one nipple popped free, then the second, the fabric no longer able to cover them. My nipples, now free, were exposed to his eyes. It was pulled further still, slipping down easier now that it no longer had to stretch to fit over my breasts, until the bottom curve of my breasts could be seen, where they met my rib cage, to finally bunch around my ribs, just below my breasts, their entire swell exposed to his watching eyes.
His kisses moved down from my chest, to the top of my breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back and forth, while he moved downward. His hands moved up and outward, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, caressing them. His thumb left my nipple, mouth replacing it. The opposite nipple was grasped between thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. Mouth leaving, his hand took its place back on my breast. Each hand squeezed, one in each hand, as he kissed my stomach.
The nightie, now in the way, was pushed up. No longer needing it, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling it over my body, hiding away my breasts, then allowing them to peek back out as it finished moving over them. Over my head it went, my upper body now fully exposed, the fabric of the slightly see through pink nightie no longer covering his view of my bare skin, now fully exposed to him. Topless, he was able to view me completely unfettered. His hands returned to my breasts, cupping fondling, playing.
Kisses continuing, they moved down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and penetrated the slight hole in my stomach, tasting my sensitive bellybutton. Licking the edges, ringing it completely, then contacting the bottom. Moving, exploring, tasting. His hands moved away from my breasts, running along my sides, triggering my giggles as they tickled my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.
Not stopping, his hands continued downward, hooking the edge of my panties, as if he did not want to break the connection with my skin. Not even for the small amount of fabric that held my panties together. Hooked, my panties followed his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, then further down. My pussy lips became visible, at first only the very top, barely, then more, completely, showing the outside lips, the top, pressed together by my legs. He continued pulling them down, reaching knees, ankles, feet, then over my feet to slip free from me.
As he moved back up my body, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him. He then settled between my spread legs. His mouth came down on top of my pubis, licking the thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.
Hands moving around my waist, then slightly lower, they traveled along my outer ass cheeks, toward the center crack, until each firmly held a cheek. My ass was pulled up slightly, hips rotating, and his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. Lips were placed against erotic lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.
My legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arms wrapped around them as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms wrapped around my legs until hands rested just above my pubis. His fingers moved downwards, coming into contact with the hood of my clit. They massaged the hood, stimulating my clit, massaging it. Mouth leaving my pussy, his other hand came up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside, filling what had been emptied, what had been removed, his now absent tongue.
Fingers were worked inside me, pushed all the way in to the knuckles. They rubbed the inside of my vaginal canal, hitting my g-spot, located at the top of my canal, pushed towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood. Pussy and clit, rubbing. Moving the hood out of the way of his working fingers, they came into direct contact with my clit, pushing downward, rubbing back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to thrash as the tension built within me. Rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, harder, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.
Removing his fingers from my clit and pulling his fingers out of my pussy, he moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia nice and wet, before working his tongue inside, running it around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dropping with his saliva and my juices.
Now, thoroughly wet, he sat up, pulling my hips towards his groin, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy. My legs were pulled up, my ass now slightly above the bed, and spread my legs. My pussy was opened wide, hungry for his waiting penis, wanting to be filled.
Rubbing the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, head against lips, up and down, along the slit, the head was soon wet with our mixed juices, to be pushed inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pulled back, lubricating more of the shaft with each slow stroke. Finally, my pussy swallowed the whole of him, our groins connected, two as one, the head deep inside me. My legs were lifted, placed over his shoulders, and then he started thrusting inside me.
Slow strokes, his penis was pulled out, until only the head remained inside me, barely, then his penis was pushed all the way pack in, my pussy completely devouring his shaft. He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, then pulled almost out, back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply. Pull, push, deep inside, pull, push, mind devouring the delicious sensation of his penis against my pussy, pull, push, stimulating me the whole way, extacy reverberating through me, pull, push, my body feeling like an erogenous zone. His hips sped up, the long thrusts coming faster, pounding me, lewd sounds emanating from his sides slapping my thighs, breath louder, faster, deeper, panting. His penis, pounding inside me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside, over and over, tantalizing, thrilling, fulfilling.
I started moving my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat on his lap completely, keeping him buried deep inside. I again started moving my hips, back and forth, first towards him, then away. Need building, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, his penis shifting around inside me, stimulating the front, back, sides, my entire pussy feeling the motions of his hot penis inside me. It felt wonderful, rubbing against the top, stimulating my clit, the bottom, pressing against my perineum, the sides, pressing my lips against my thighs, pushing my mind further, wanting more, feeling wonderful. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, lust overwhelming me, my hips moving faster with want, need, desire. My his, moving quickly, frantically, lost their rhythm in my passion, sometimes shifting only back and forth, moving up and down, shifting side to side. Other times I managed to maintain my small circles, frantically riding him. Penis almost popping out, my motions lost all control, my senses driven wild. I was an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until I collapsed, until I was fulfilled. Sweat beaded our brows, my legs getting sore from pouding our bodies together also to the point of breaking, it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, squeezing him inside me, as I shook in his arms, mind empty of thought, consumed by the bliss running through my body, bliss that bordered torture.
Once finished, calming enough to regain my senses, he picked me up, laying me down beneath him. Penis still pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, my cheeks, neck, breasts. My upper body was showered in kisses while his hips remained motionless, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy, wrapped around it, embracing it. I basked in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hip started their movement.
Slowly thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements gathered speed, until our bodies were making lewd sounds yet again, flesh slapping against flesh, naughty, delicious, dirty sounds. Our stomachs slapped together, side against thigh, slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up as his hips increased speed. His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movement and rhythm. Thrusts shortening, speeding up, they became quicker, more urgent, tension building inside him. Our breath came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up still more. Finally, he pushed in, shuddering slightly, pulled out, then back in, shuddering again. His body shuddered one last time, hips pushing his penis as deep inside as he could go, and he jerked slightly, hot cum filling my pussy.
He laid there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breath coming in long, ragged pulls. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace. I could feel his penis softening inside me, pulling back slowly, until it was too soft to remain. He kissed me and played with my nipples a little as he softened, until at last his penis slipped out, to soft to remain. A plunger pulled. No longer inside, my pussy was no longer plugged. His cum leaked out of me, dripping down, to the bottom, then lower, underneath, running down my perineum, down the crack of my ass.
Getting up, he went to the restroom to wash off his saliva, cum and pussy juice covered penis off in the shower. As he came back, we passed, him pulling me against him, kissing me and smiling shyly. His cum continued dripping down my leg. I went to the shower, turned it on, waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum leaking out of my pussy, dripping down me, leaving its slimy trail down my inner thigh.
I took hold of the shower, removing it from its hanger. Shifting my arm around, I aimed the spray at my ass. My other hand snaked around my leg, running along the crack, then worked its way inside. I ran my fingers up and down my ass crack, across my anus, washing out the leaked cum, fingering my anus, just a little, pushing the surface, just a little.
Bringing the shower head around again, I spread my legs, placing the nozzle against the entrance to my pussy. Squatting a little, and with the help of my fingers, I opened the entrance, feeling the warm water rush inside, cleaning out the cum. Rushing water, inside my pussy, like a giant, warm, wet cum shot, working its way inside me, flushing me out, filling me up and trickling back out. It dripped off my pussy lips, down my legs.
Once my pussy was nice and clean, I ran water over the surface, washing the outer lips, then down my legs. Washing away the excess cum that has leaked down, the slimy trails it made while oozing down my leg.
Once I was nice and clean, I toweled off, nice fluffy towel brushing against my pussy lips, my anus, my thighs, my legs, so soft and warm. Heading back to bed, I slipped back on my panties, one foot, then the other, pulling them up the length of my shaved, smooth, soft legs, to cover my pussy and ass with the thin, soft material. Nightie in hand, I lifted my arms, slipping them between the fabric and the straps, pulling it over by breasts, letting it fall about my waist, once again covering my breasts, while leaving them slightly exposed through the see through material. I snuggled against him, arm across his chest, caressing his side, his face, occasionally kissing his cheek. At last, I noted his deep breaths of sleep. With that, I turned over, a smile on my face, and went to sleep myself, to dream my naughty dreams.
Me and him laid down in bed, me in a pink, slightly see through nightie, black panties visible against the pink fabric, and him in grey boxer shorts, elastic band hugging his hips, holding them in place. He lifted his leg, placing it across mine, the course hair tickling my smooth, shaved skin. Lifting my own leg, I placed it over his, so that our legs were intertwined, flesh against flesh. Leaning over, his soft lips touched my cheek, puckering slightly, mwah sound forming as his lips sucked in air while pressed against my cheek. His hands reached over, pulling my face towards his, eyes locking together, looking into each others deep pools, black meeting green, swimming in a sea of white. Occasionally his eyes flickered downwards, peeking at my exposed cleavage.
His face came in close to mine, lips brushed against lips, a light touch, feather soft, then gone. Another touch, almost ticklish, then gone again. His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before disappearing back into his mouth. Out again, it's pink surface running over my lips, tasting them. His lips came down on mine, solidly this time, but still light, pressed against my lips. Kissing his bottom lip, I sucked it in slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of his lip. Our lips pressed together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.
Our tongues slipped between our lips, just past the teeth, meeting in the middle, tip to tip. His tongue probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of my lip. My tongue slipped into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used, giving his breath a bit of a bite. Clean. Fresh. I felt his teeth against my tongue, then pushed my tongue in deeper, penetrating his mouth further.
Our tongues entwined, feeling the other. I touched the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste buds, letting him experience the taste of my mouth. I continued exploring his tongue, running it over the smooth surface, top, moving around the side, our tongues dancing together, hugging each other, wrapping around, acrobatic motions.
His tongue left my mouth, leaving it empty, wanting, lips leaving lips. Pausing at my lower lip, he sucked it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses traveled down, leaving my lips completely, to the labiomental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He paused, kissing my chin. His tongue occasionally slipped between his lips, causing wetter kisses to dot my chin.
His mouth moved down still more, small kisses tingling on the skin, until it hit my neck. Lips puckered out, he kisses it, his tongue again slipping between his lips, blending kiss and lick together. He removed his tongue, pressing his lips firmly against my neck. The skin pulled tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck was pulled into his mouth. His teeth slightly grazed my skin inside his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.
Moving up my neck with soft, light kisses, he reached my earlobe. Earlobe inside his mouth, sucked on, his breath was heavy in my ear. I froze in place, electrified, unable to move, shaking ever so slightly. A slight tingle built between my legs, my pussy flushing, becoming wet. My sensitive ears, nibbled, drove me wild with lust, desire, pushing me beyond my limits.
Once I could move again, I ran my fingers down his back, clawing it, heard the gasp escape his throat as I came close to breaking his skin, a release from the tingles overwhelming me, running up and down my spine from his ear play before I could explode.
As my hands ran up and down his back, my tension building to the point of bursting, his mouth moved back to my neck, down it, then left it. My shoulders were showered with his slow, wet, small kisses.
His mouth, reaching the strap of my nightie, covered it, teeth biting down on the thin strap, tugging at it, until it hit the end of my shoulder. He pulled it, teeth only, over to the side, until at last it fell free of my shoulder, falling down my arm. His kisses made their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone. Taking the other strap in his mouth, he again pulled it until it fell off my shoulder, down the other arm.
No longer secured by my shoulders, the nightie fell slightly, held up by our position on the bed, laying down, side by side. I could feel my nightie fall, ever so slightly, exposing more of my chest, stopped short by the top swell of my breasts, exposing the tops, just a little bit. It tantalized the senses with dangers of falling of, of fully exposing my breasts to his lust filled eyes.
His mouth moved on, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts. My hands reached up, entwining his hair, pushing him more firmly against me, as his kisses continued across my chest. I desired him to be closer, under my skin.
His hands moved up, pulling my nightie downward, slowly exposing first the top of my breasts, fabric tightening as it crept slowly down the swell. First one nipple popped free, then the second, the fabric no longer able to cover them. My nipples, now free, were exposed to his eyes. It was pulled further still, slipping down easier now that it no longer had to stretch to fit over my breasts, until the bottom curve of my breasts could be seen, where they met my rib cage, to finally bunch around my ribs, just below my breasts, their entire swell exposed to his watching eyes.
His kisses moved down from my chest, to the top of my breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back and forth, while he moved downward. His hands moved up and outward, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, caressing them. His thumb left my nipple, mouth replacing it. The opposite nipple was grasped between thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. Mouth leaving, his hand took its place back on my breast. Each hand squeezed, one in each hand, as he kissed my stomach.
The nightie, now in the way, was pushed up. No longer needing it, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling it over my body, hiding away my breasts, then allowing them to peek back out as it finished moving over them. Over my head it went, my upper body now fully exposed, the fabric of the slightly see through pink nightie no longer covering his view of my bare skin, now fully exposed to him. Topless, he was able to view me completely unfettered. His hands returned to my breasts, cupping fondling, playing.
Kisses continuing, they moved down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and penetrated the slight hole in my stomach, tasting my sensitive bellybutton. Licking the edges, ringing it completely, then contacting the bottom. Moving, exploring, tasting. His hands moved away from my breasts, running along my sides, triggering my giggles as they tickled my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.
Not stopping, his hands continued downward, hooking the edge of my panties, as if he did not want to break the connection with my skin. Not even for the small amount of fabric that held my panties together. Hooked, my panties followed his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, then further down. My pussy lips became visible, at first only the very top, barely, then more, completely, showing the outside lips, the top, pressed together by my legs. He continued pulling them down, reaching knees, ankles, feet, then over my feet to slip free from me.
As he moved back up my body, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him. He then settled between my spread legs. His mouth came down on top of my pubis, licking the thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.
Hands moving around my waist, then slightly lower, they traveled along my outer ass cheeks, toward the center crack, until each firmly held a cheek. My ass was pulled up slightly, hips rotating, and his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. Lips were placed against erotic lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.
My legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arms wrapped around them as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms wrapped around my legs until hands rested just above my pubis. His fingers moved downwards, coming into contact with the hood of my clit. They massaged the hood, stimulating my clit, massaging it. Mouth leaving my pussy, his other hand came up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside, filling what had been emptied, what had been removed, his now absent tongue.
Fingers were worked inside me, pushed all the way in to the knuckles. They rubbed the inside of my vaginal canal, hitting my g-spot, located at the top of my canal, pushed towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood. Pussy and clit, rubbing. Moving the hood out of the way of his working fingers, they came into direct contact with my clit, pushing downward, rubbing back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to thrash as the tension built within me. Rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, harder, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.
Removing his fingers from my clit and pulling his fingers out of my pussy, he moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia nice and wet, before working his tongue inside, running it around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dropping with his saliva and my juices.
Now, thoroughly wet, he sat up, pulling my hips towards his groin, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy. My legs were pulled up, my ass now slightly above the bed, and spread my legs. My pussy was opened wide, hungry for his waiting penis, wanting to be filled.
Rubbing the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, head against lips, up and down, along the slit, the head was soon wet with our mixed juices, to be pushed inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pulled back, lubricating more of the shaft with each slow stroke. Finally, my pussy swallowed the whole of him, our groins connected, two as one, the head deep inside me. My legs were lifted, placed over his shoulders, and then he started thrusting inside me.
Slow strokes, his penis was pulled out, until only the head remained inside me, barely, then his penis was pushed all the way pack in, my pussy completely devouring his shaft. He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, then pulled almost out, back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply. Pull, push, deep inside, pull, push, mind devouring the delicious sensation of his penis against my pussy, pull, push, stimulating me the whole way, extacy reverberating through me, pull, push, my body feeling like an erogenous zone. His hips sped up, the long thrusts coming faster, pounding me, lewd sounds emanating from his sides slapping my thighs, breath louder, faster, deeper, panting. His penis, pounding inside me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside, over and over, tantalizing, thrilling, fulfilling.
He paused, causing my mind to reel, to revolt with pleasure halted. His legs moved outward, spreading, until his knees poked between the gap of my arched legs, balancing him. Laying down on top of me, he wrapped his arms around my torso, hugging me to him, holding me tightly. With me in his arms, he sat up, pulling me up with him until his ass rested on his heels. I stayed there, embraced in his arms, on top of him, his penis still inside me, spearing me. He shifted his head down, finding my nipples with his mouth, arms still holding me against him. My hips started their own gyration.
I started moving my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat on his lap completely, keeping him buried deep inside. I again started moving my hips, back and forth, first towards him, then away. Need building, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, his penis shifting around inside me, stimulating the front, back, sides, my entire pussy feeling the motions of his hot penis inside me. It felt wonderful, rubbing against the top, stimulating my clit, the bottom, pressing against my perineum, the sides, pressing my lips against my thighs, pushing my mind further, wanting more, feeling wonderful. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, lust overwhelming me, my hips moving faster with want, need, desire. My his, moving quickly, frantically, lost their rhythm in my passion, sometimes shifting only back and forth, moving up and down, shifting side to side. Other times I managed to maintain my small circles, frantically riding him. Penis almost popping out, my motions lost all control, my senses driven wild. I was an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until I collapsed, until I was fulfilled. Sweat beaded our brows, my legs getting sore from pouding our bodies together also to the point of breaking, it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, squeezing him inside me, as I shook in his arms, mind empty of thought, consumed by the bliss running through my body, bliss that bordered torture.
Once finished, calming enough to regain my senses, he picked me up, laying me down beneath him. Penis still pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, my cheeks, neck, breasts. My upper body was showered in kisses while his hips remained motionless, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy, wrapped around it, embracing it. I basked in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hip started their movement.
Slowly thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements gathered speed, until our bodies were making lewd sounds yet again, flesh slapping against flesh, naughty, delicious, dirty sounds. Our stomachs slapped together, side against thigh, slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up as his hips increased speed. His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movement and rhythm. Thrusts shortening, speeding up, they became quicker, more urgent, tension building inside him. Our breath came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up still more. Finally, he pushed in, shuddering slightly, pulled out, then back in, shuddering again. His body shuddered one last time, hips pushing his penis as deep inside as he could go, and he jerked slightly, hot cum filling my pussy.
He laid there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breath coming in long, ragged pulls. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace. I could feel his penis softening inside me, pulling back slowly, until it was too soft to remain. He kissed me and played with my nipples a little as he softened, until at last his penis slipped out, to soft to remain. A plunger pulled. No longer inside, my pussy was no longer plugged. His cum leaked out of me, dripping down, to the bottom, then lower, underneath, running down my perineum, down the crack of my ass.
Getting up, he went to the restroom to wash off his saliva, cum and pussy juice covered penis off in the shower. As he came back, we passed, him pulling me against him, kissing me and smiling shyly. His cum continued dripping down my leg. I went to the shower, turned it on, waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum leaking out of my pussy, dripping down me, leaving its slimy trail down my inner thigh.
I took hold of the shower, removing it from its hanger. Shifting my arm around, I aimed the spray at my ass. My other hand snaked around my leg, running along the crack, then worked its way inside. I ran my fingers up and down my ass crack, across my anus, washing out the leaked cum, fingering my anus, just a little, pushing the surface, just a little.
Bringing the shower head around again, I spread my legs, placing the nozzle against the entrance to my pussy. Squatting a little, and with the help of my fingers, I opened the entrance, feeling the warm water rush inside, cleaning out the cum. Rushing water, inside my pussy, like a giant, warm, wet cum shot, working its way inside me, flushing me out, filling me up and trickling back out. It dripped off my pussy lips, down my legs.
Once my pussy was nice and clean, I ran water over the surface, washing the outer lips, then down my legs. Washing away the excess cum that has leaked down, the slimy trails it made while oozing down my leg.
Once I was nice and clean, I toweled off, nice fluffy towel brushing against my pussy lips, my anus, my thighs, my legs, so soft and warm. Heading back to bed, I slipped back on my panties, one foot, then the other, pulling them up the length of my shaved, smooth, soft legs, to cover my pussy and ass with the thin, soft material. Nightie in hand, I lifted my arms, slipping them between the fabric and the straps, pulling it over by breasts, letting it fall about my waist, once again covering my breasts, while leaving them slightly exposed through the see through material. I snuggled against him, arm across his chest, caressing his side, his face, occasionally kissing his cheek. At last, I noted his deep breaths of sleep. With that, I turned over, a smile on my face, and went to sleep myself, to dream my naughty dreams.
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