Party girl-Becoming the "party girl"-part 5 (Sex fantasy)

Me and Ashley got ready. When I finished, Ashley could not stop staring.

"Damn!" was all she could say. She looked a bit jealous at me in my outfit. Or maybe it was lustful. She wasn't into women that I knew of, but I admitted as I looked at myself in the mirror yet again, I looked hot.

I had been to a few boring college parties. Lets face it, Hollywood hypes the things up too much. But, I had never been to anything like a rave, but I had heard enough about them, and this outfit matched what I had seen on the internet.

When we arrived, I started feeling out of place. Most of the girls wore regular jeans or shorts and tops. Some in bikini tops. The music beat out its electronic, techno rhythm. At first I started to laugh, as I thought of the nerds with their techno music. But as we left the fringes, we saw people dancing, almost in a trance.

"I guess we know why they call it 'trance'," I said to Ashley.

People seemed to be in their own little world, some dancing slow, moving around in fluid motions, while others jumped and waved and ran around.

I watched one girl. Her eyes were closed, and she danced in her own little area, clear of others. Her arms undulated like a snake, weaving out to the sides, then in towards her body. Her torso snaked itself back and forth. Even her clothes made me feel like I was watching a person who was a snake, pattered like scales, green glinting as the sun hit it, sparkling. Tight shorts and a bikini top. Her movements were slow, not matching the rhythm, but still fitting it, and restrained. She was hypnotizing.

I looked away, realizing I was staring. I did not want to look like an idiot. Regaining my composure, I followed Ashley deeper into the rave.

I got more than a few looks, but not exactly what I expected. I felt disappointment welling up within me.

As we broke into the main area, I started to see why. On stages here and there, women danced in super short skirts, in bikinis. I saw a couple dancing, wearing only pasties across their nipples. Ashley gasped, and I looked where she was looking. One woman was dancing in a mesh bikini, and nothing else.

"Oh wow..." was all that Ashley could say. I had to agree. No way I would go out in something like that. "Is that even...legal?"

I just shook my head. It sort of drove home though how different this place was to the normal parties I had been to. I thought it would just be a large party with some drug use. It seemed like a whole other world.

It also made me more excited.

I found some xtc, and after arguing the price and realizing he wouldn't sell for less, agreed to buy one dose. For thirty dollars, I expected something better than what I got from Sam. Sadly, it was actually lower quality. I grumbled under my breath, wishing Sam was here.

As the sun set, the rave started...glowing. Laser shows were put on, and people started to light up. Glow in the dark bracelets, glowsticks, even glow in the dark clothes.

I laughed when I saw one guy walking around with, well, it looked like Christmas lights, wrapped around him.

With the xtc kicking in, it was amazing. Not as if I wasn't already feeling buzzed before, since me and Ashley had gotten stoned before coming and I had popped a couple morphine pills, but this just pushed it further, in exciting directions.

There was already a light show, but it seemed like the whole world turned into dancing, twisting, undulating lights. The lights blurred and mingled, leapt about and floating on the air. Soon, I was no longer even dancing with Ashley, but was floating among the lights. Rubbing up against them, feeling their warmth, feeling the light infuse my body, infuse my soul.

I eventually floated out of the main dance area, and off to the side noticed three guys standing around, near an empty, plain wooden stage. Nothing was going on on it, just random boxes and other things stacked on top. I went over to look at what they were doing, and notice they passed around this little glass tube. It was a cylinder, rounded at the top. It looked like a bullet, with a little handle like thing sticking out the side. Or a tap? I couldn't figure out what the little thing was that protruded from it.

Inside was white powder, and they took a tiny spoon and scooped out the powder from a small vial, putting it into the bullet looking thing. Finally I remembered what this was. A cocaine bullet. It was used so you could use the cocaine without all the hassle of finding a surface, running the lines. A way to use it discreetly.

I watched each, and felt my mouth water. That sounded great. I almost squealed with delight when I saw them fill it up again and hold it out. I looked around, and noticed I was the only one watching them.

"Yes, you. Want some?" The one holding the bullet asked.

I could feel my pulse pound as I walked towards it. I hesitated, and looked around.

"Won't we get in trouble?" They looked at each other, looked at me like I was a complete idiot, then answered.

"No..." one of the other guys said. "The cops don't come out here. And...this is a rave. It is pretty normal..." More staring at me like I was a total idiot.

I felt myself turn a bright red, and quickly grabbed it from him. I stuck the end into my nose and tried to snort. Nothing happened.

"You know what you're doing?" The guy asked who handed it to me.

I blushed even redder then tried again.

"Here, let me show you."

He took the annoying thing back, and covered the top with his finger. He then spun it upside down, turning the little handle thing, and tapped it lightly before turning it back over while turning the handle again.

He handed it back. "Try now."

I stuck it in my nose again, and snorted. I could feel the bite of the powder flooding into my nostril.

"Don't forget the other side." It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. I had always only snorted coke on one side.

I fumbled around with it and finally got the stupid thing to work. I snorted and felt the other nostril fill with coke.

My head quickly started pounding and pulsing with the music around me. Not a bad pounding, but more like my brain was pulsing to the rhythm of the music washing over me.

I started dancing, right there, trying to make myself super sexy. It was my way of thanking them for sharing the coke with me. I went to them, one by one, pressing my body against theirs, wrapping my arms around them and held them close as I rubbed against them. By the time I was ready to dance with the third guy, I was feeling hot. It was the desert, and although the sun went down, body against body made sweat start beading my skin.

I pulled off the overdress, and danced in just my micro tube top and shorts. I kept noticing them occasionally glance towards the other women, in almost nothing. As if I wasn't sexy enough, they kept staring at women who were pretty much showing everything. I felt jealousy spike up hot inside me, and pushed myself to dance with them more provocatively, touching them, pressing my mouth against their ear. That got their attention, and soon they were focused back on me.

I noticed my top had been pushed down, showing my nipples, but didn't honestly care by this point. Looking over, I saw a guy and a girl having sex, right here in the open. It should have disgusted me, but it just turned me on.

They broke out the bullet again for another round of coke, and I joined in. We danced more, and I had to pull my arms out of the micro tube top. It had slid around my stomach, my breasts no longer even a little covered, and left me dancing topless. I laughed and danced anyways, ignoring it.

Suddenly, one of the guys fingers were pushing down the top front of my shorts. I felt myself panting as I let him feel around inside. On seeing this, the other two decided to make their own move, grabbing my breasts. I found myself between three guys forming a triangular wall around me. One was fondling my breast, and finally put my nipple in his hot mouth. I cried out slightly at the sudden, electric touch, sending waves of pure lust coursing through me.

The other shoved his hands down the back of my shorts, while the other started rubbing my clit.

Between the two shoving their hands down my shorts, my shorts didn't stand a chance, and soon was falling around my knees. I lifted my legs and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them, as the two guys focused on my ass and pussy.

I brought my hands to the front of the two guys to either side's pants, and returned the favor, shoving my hand down the top of their pants, working past their underwear, until I finally was able to wrap my fingers around their hard cocks.

I spread my legs, giving them access to me, and while one just grabbed and pulled my ass, and the other squeezed my breast and twisted the nipple, the third, the one in front of me, pushed his fingers inside my pussy.

My knees gave way as I climaxed, already close prior to him inserting into me.

They lifted me up tried to bring me over to the wooden stage. I wiggled out of their grasp and walked over on my own.

I put my hands on the stage, my body at an angle, and danced for them again. I thrust my hips down, dropping almost to the ground, then slowly stood back up while swaying my hips back and forth.

Then, overcome with...something, I started twerking for them. I wasn't good at it, I hated twerking, and had always refused to do it. It always seemed low class, cheap, whorish, and...well, you get the point. But I did it.

They joined in. They bumped their groin against my ass and shoved hard, shoving me forward. Almost like rough sex without penetration. Ram into the back of me, then back off for the next. Soon, they were rotating, taking turns, and I found my hips stopping, just feeling them run into my ass. I bent my arms down, and eventually settled my face against the hard wood. As they ran into me, they also rubbed against my outer labia. The stimulation was incredible. I just sat there, trying not to move, so that when they shoved their pelvis against me, I could feel their bulge in their pants press against my excited lips. I pushed away from the edge against them, and as I cleared the edge of the empty stage, I bent down even farther. Fortunately, I am pretty flexible, so it was easy to do.

Now, when they rammed into me, they did so softer, after I almost fell over a couple times. My head was almost between my legs, forehead almost resting in the sand, legs spread two times my shoulder width, arms pressed in front of me. Basically, I was in a downward facing dog position.

They stopped, and I swung my neck forward so I could see why they stopped. I saw one coming up against me, but slowly.

I felt his penis penetrate my pussy in a rush. Fortunately, I was very wet by this point. I cried out as I felt him enter me. It felt strange. It felt wonderful. I wondered briefly if it hurt him, angled like this, his cock curved up, while my vagina cavity was angled down. High as we were by this point, I doubt either of us would have felt pain even if it did hurt. I didn't wonder about it much though, my mind not caring, and not thinking. Fleeting thought anyways.

He didn't slow down much, compared to their bumping, grabbing my hips to either side, using his arms to pull me against him hard. When he slipped out, once, twice, his cock slid up along my perineum, across my asshole, before he realigned himself and pushed back in. I rocked back and forth on my hands and feet, adding to our momentum.

He came inside me soon, not even five minutes after entering me. Normally my boyfriend would stop then, but we were moving so hard against each other that we didn't even stop for a second. The thought of my boyfriend was gone in a flash itself, not even giving me time to understand it. At this moment, I was not even sure what a boyfriend was. All I knew was my pussy felt hot, felt good. He kept on, cumming again, again. Three times in less than 15 minutes. My own body was lost in bliss, coke fueled climaxes tightening me up, leaving me helpless as he pulled me against him again and again.

After his third orgasm left him pulling me tight against his pelvis, his friends shoved him off.

"Our turn fucker."

The second one took me the same way, cumming twice more as he pounded against me. Climax after climax wracked me, my head spinning.

Finally, I collapsed after the second guy came inside me for the second time, my arms no longer able to hold me up, my legs folding on themselves.

The third guy, wanting his turn, lifted my up with a hand around my waist, shoving me against the stage floor, my legs on the ground as I lay against the cool wood.

My mind tried to say enough, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be letting these guys use me, but the cocaine cloud prevented the though from getting through, leaving my pussy waiting, quivering, for him.

He mounted me like a dog, his legs pressed against mine, his chest resting against my back, shoving me against the wood, his arms above my head. He thrust hard, shoving my thighs against the wood. He pulled out and shoved again, hard, knocking the breath from me. Soon, he was pounding me like an animal gone wild. The other two had another sniff of the bullet, and one held it to my nose, telling me to sniff. I sniffed it, the burning offsetting the pounding, my nose on fire, my thighs on fire, my pussy on fire. Everything was burning up, and it felt wonderful. I let my raw lust take over as the third guy continue.

Three orgasms later from the guy on my back, and by now I couldn't even tell if I was climaxing anymore, they kept going, and he was pulling out. The first guy stepped back up and took his place. They took turns, over and over, and I lost count of how many times they came inside me total. Three the first, two the second, three the third. Then again, two, four, one. Two, one, two. Two, four, one.

Cum covered my legs, dripping from me, being pushed out by the next one. Line of coke after line of coke. Another, another, another. Finally, we all collapsed exhausted after five hours of animal, coke infused sex.

Master-slave (Slave fantasy)

Here is a little one I wrote for someone. I think I am frustrating him, he doesn't seem to get what I write. Anyways, maybe my readers will here:


Master? Are you there?
Can you please help me master?
It is cold. It is dark.
I need you master.
I want to please you master.
Am I a good slave master?
Did I please you master?
I did what you told me.
I let all the boys use me.
They spanked me.
They whipped me.
They tied me to the bed and fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.
I was so sore by the end of it master.
They used my mouth master. Just like you said.
They used my pussy master. Just like you said.
They used my ass master. Just like you said.
So many master. I lost count. 10. 20. I don't know.
They fucked me soft master.
They fucked me hard master.
They used me once master.
They used me twice master.
They used me over and over and over again.
I don't know how long master.
1 hour.
2.
8.
A day.

4.
10.
I lost track master.
I tried to please them all.
Some yelled at me master.
Some hit me master.
Some cussed at me master.
Some spit on me master.
I enjoyed it so master.
They walked me around naked master.
So many eyes, all over me master.
Seeing my most intimate parts.
They used me and used me and used me and used me.
I can still feel their cum inside me master.
In my stomach.
In my ass.
In my pussy.
In my hair.
On my skin.
Covered everywhere.
Dripping. Drying. Walking around, covered in their cum.
Was I good master?
I did like you asked.

The big game (Fantasy I wrote for someone)

Okay, here is a story I wrote for someone. I have been a bit moody lately, he put up with me, so I rewarded him.


"Hey, I am going to a party. Want to join?"

"Sure. It is boring here anyways."

I throw on one of my favorite dresses, some makeup, and we leave for the party.

We arrive, and I notice something strange. It seems it is all guys.

"Wait, I thought you said party?"

"Yeah, it is for the game tonight."

"Why didn't you tell me? I would have stayed home."

He knew how I hated these "game parties".

A bunch of men, yelling at the TV, and eating junk food.

I growled under my breath as we went in.

I looked around, and there were 10 guys, and no women.

Yeah, big surprise, that.

"Hey, great! Can you help us with the snacks?"

They looked directly at me. Like "Hey, it's a woman. She can serve us food."

It only made me more upset at my husband.

So, I did the "good little woman" thing, and started getting some snacks, beers out of the fridge, and passing them around.

I noticed one guy who kept leering at me. I could see his eyes checking me out.

A creepy feeling washed over me, but I ignored it.

The night continued, and I turned into the good little hostess, regardless of what I wanted. The men got louder, my husband and the others got drunker, and the one started to get a little...freer with his hands. Twice he tried to slip his hand up my dress. He tried to lift it. Kept trying to stare into my top.

Honestly, the guy creeped me out, but, I was annoyed. I wanted to slap my husband for not telling me before he asked if I wanted to join.

"Party" I snorted. The creepy guy heard me. He was handsome, but the way he kept looking at me, I wanted him gone.

But, he also gave me an idea on how to get revenge.

I whispered something in his ear, and he asked the creepy guy to leave.

"Thank you," I told him, and honored my end of the deal. He stood there, grinning like some silly school boy.

I slipped my panties off, being careful not to expose anything, and handed them to him. My husband's jaw dropped open, but he didn't say anything.

After that, I decided to have a drink or two myself. I might as well try to have some fun.

As the night wore on, I got a few looks, more curious than anything. Some of the guys did admire me, but it didn't make my skin crawl like the other guy.

As I drank, I noticed my legs were slightly parted.

That gave me another idea.

I shifted my dress up a bit and say there, legs spread wide.

One of the guys looked at me, and I knew from the angle he was at he saw more of me than he expected, sitting there, in a dress, legs spread.

I also knew he did because suddenly he was spitting and sputtering, as his drink went down the wrong way.

I smiled at him, and he smiled weakly at me, then turned away.

But, he could not seem to take his eyes off me out of the corner of his eye.

My husband was pretty much completely drunk by now, and many of the others were too, but not all. Some didn't seem to be drinking much.

I felt a bit tipsy myself. I was not used to drinking.

I grabbed my husband, and pulled him next to me.

He looked at my exposed legs, and put his hand on them.

"I didn't realize your dress was that short." He didn't even seem to realize I had pulled it up.

Tipsy, a bit mad at him, I pushed his hand further up. Poor him, he didn't realize it wasn't for him, it was for the others.

He didn't even think about everyone seeing his wife, just got caught up in the moment. His hand slipped up my leg, exposing my entire outer thigh.

From his angle, you couldn't see much, but I could see more eyes turning towards us. And many of those eyes could see more than my husband could.

Several of those eyes stayed on us.

I turned my head towards my husband, lips connecting, kissing him deeply. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I am also a little irrational when I get angry. And can be very petty. When I get like that, I can take things a little too far.

Too drunk to really think about where he was, he got into the kiss. Soon, his hands were trying to explore my body. He grasped my breast through my dress, squeezing it slightly.

He also ran his hand over the top of my upper thigh, then towards the front. Feeling nothing there, except me, drove his lust higher. He no longer even thought about, and not even sure he remembered, the others around us. His hands pushed my dress up, fully exposing me.

I did not forget where we were, or who was around us though. I watched them, and their eyes, glued to my husband's hand meeting my naked pussy.

He pulled my legs apart, pushed his fingers inside me. I almost climaxed, doing this, here, in front of all these men.

His other hand went around behind my neck. Our lips still locked, our tongues still exploring, he fumbled around, trying to find the zipper.

No one said a word. The TV, the game, had become the only noise other than my husband's heavy breaths.

I reached over, stroking the front of his pants. He was finally erect. I wasn't completely sure he would be able to with how drunk he was.

I played around with the cloth, covering his penis. Played with the zipper. Finally, he found the clasp of my dress, undid it, started to try to unzip it.

I say try, because he wasn't doing that great. Fumbly fingers don't do well with dress zippers.

He tugged, and his fingers slipped. He found, and they slipped again.

I turned him sideways, hands on his knees, guiding him, so if he looked straight, he would not suddenly remember where he was.

Then, I stood up, dress settling back in place again, and kneeled on the couch in front of him.

I bent down, face in his lap, unzipping his pants with my teeth. Finally, they were down.

This let him get better access to the zipper in the back. Reaching over my head he was able to slowly get it down.

I pulled his underwear with my teeth, not wanting to use my hands. Why? I don't know, more challenge, and maybe I could match his pace, so I freed him while he freed me.

He got the zipper down, exposing my back, causing the front to fall forward slightly. The men watching got an eyeful of my breasts, at least from the side. I no longer watched them, but could feel them watching us.

I freed his penis before he could get the zipper over my hips. It might expose my top, but the dress was by no means free.

I took his penis in my mouth, sucking it, licking it working it in and out.

Playing with the head. Running my lips and tongue along the shaft.

Finally, he got the zipper all the way down. My dress now hung completely off from the top, not just a large gap exposing my breasts, but completely topless.

I was so wet already, and wanted to get to the next stage before he realized. I was still surprised he hadn't even noticed all the guys staring, but I didn't care.

I wanted them to watch.

No panties, dress already down, I moved his hands, stood up and kneeled on top of him. Leg between his leg and the cushion, other leg close to slipping off the other side completely, I lifted the dress up to access his penis.

I worked it inside me. He closed his eyes as I worked it, little by little, until he was deep inside.

I let the dress bundle atop us again.

I wanted them to see us having sex. I didn't want them to see me being penetrated.

I slowly started moving my hips, as I straddled him, top completely exposed, bottom hidden by the dress fallen around our groins.

I worked his penis, pulling myself off it, before pushing myself back on.

I closed my eyes as I felt him inside me, savoring it, wanting it.

I moved slowly, enjoying the sensation, enjoying the feeling of eyes upon me.

I saw a flash.

I opened my eyes, and reached over. The guy was so close I was able to grab the phone out of his hand.

He jumped back in surprise, and my other hand pushed my husband's face into my cleavage, between my breasts.

I gave the man a wicked smile and motioned him to come closer.

With one hand on my husband's head, shoving him into my cleavage, the other grabbed the guys hair as I pulled his ear to my mouth, guided by his long hair.

"I will keep your phone until I can delete the pictures. And tell the others if they take a picture of me, I will make sure they regret it."

He tried to sneer, and I pulled his hair harder.

"Next time," I whispered into his ear, "I will pull your sack instead, and squeeze. And you have a naked woman in this room, want to bet what you wife would say if I said you took part?"

He looked at his ring on his finger, and decided it would be best to not challenge me.

"Now be good and tell the others." I whispered to him.

I put my fingers to my lips to let them know to stay quiet, the whole time still moving my hips slowly.

But, I could also feel him getting soft. The alcohol and not enough stimulation wasn't helping.

He quietly told the others, and they kept their phones to themselves.

I let my husband pull his head back finally, and bent my neck down to kiss him deeply.

I moved my hips faster, faster, speeding up, stopping. He stiffened up again, and I rode him. I savored him. I savored their eyes.

I could feel my pussy tighten around him, could feel him respond.

I climaxed, causing my pussy to squeeze him, his penis suddenly cumming deep inside of me.

He lay back, closing his eyes. Soon, he was passed out.

I zipped up my dress, got everyone more drinks and snacks, and let them continue watching the game.

"I wonder how much my husband will remember in the morning?"

A little cyber, a little naughty (Some fantasy, some reality)

I see the light tricking in around the edges of the blindfold. Without my vision, all sensation is focused on my pussy, feeling your hard penis thrust into me. The cold glass against my breasts, the heat between my legs. Cold and hot, my nudity on display for anyone who can see, my body being used in front of others if they happen to be in the right place, the right time.

My pussy tightens, once, twice, as I feel myself climax around your penis. My legs weak as pleasure rolls over me. I lose myself in the bliss, as my body rocks back and forth in time with your thrusts. I stand there, yours, to do with my body what you will. Wanting. Thrilling. Desiring. Awash in naughty pleasure. Will you come inside me? I cannot take the pill right now. Risk getting me pregnant? The thought thrills me. The risks. Will you pull out, will I be covered in your cum? Sticky, hot. Running down my naked skin. Dripping slowly. Or will it drip from my pussy. I wait in anticipation.

(After he didn't answer the first two paragraphs, I wrote this this. This one is the true part. No idea if I will do it or not)

And now you leave me, hanging, as I feel the need to put my hands down there. I need to go in the kitchen to start my sons food. The kitchen I am closing my eyes and imagining myself in, naked. Panting. Pressed against that glass. The heat. The cold. The eyes watching me. The window that looks on the same apartment where my neighbor caught me. Shirt up. Hands down there. Working their way in my shorts. In me. His eyes. Catching me. Watching me. Will he be there to catch me if I go in my kitchen. Do something. Press myself against the glass? Let my fingers work? Will he catch me again? Will he watch me? Will I run out of the kitchen? Will I keep my eyes closed, so I don't know if someone is there?

(He finally answered me, deciding to cum inside my pussy. Here is my reply)

I moan as I climax again, feeling you fill me. The hot, sticky cum, warming me. I can feel it, inside me. So deep inside me. I open my eyes, taking the blindfold off. Seeing the neighbor. Watching me. Watching us. I can feel my body shake and tingle as my climax continues. Unable to move away from his watching eyes. From his surprised look. We look into each others eyes. No idea what he is thinking. Not caring. My breasts on full display. Staring. Watching. Breathing. Nothing.


(To add, here is something said to someone else about this post)
I feel like playing with myself. My son is in his room, and I need to start dinner. But, I will be there, in the kitchen. The one I can imagine as I close my eyes. The one where there is risk of the neighbors seeing me, if I am topless. One of them has already caught me, shirt pulled up, hands inside my shorts, working their way inside my pussy. Will he see me again? Will he want to watch me? I don't know. Not sure if I will do anything. Or if I will do everything, there, in my kitchen, with its exposed windows.

Changing room quickie (Quickie Fantasy)

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.

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!

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Slow motion love, tying it together

So, we have started step 1, laying out the main details, and step 2, starting to make the story by forming the main sequences. In this step, it will start to look more like the final story, with transitions between the different activities. Please note, this will make a basic story, but it will not be an ironed story. This is basically the rough draft of the story, so there will be some tense issue, some transitional issues, and some other issues that will need to be reviewed before mistakes and inconsistencies are identified. I will be removing the original outline from this, so it will look like a final story, but please keep in mind it will not be final quality. Some areas will be unchanged from the last step, while others will have needed transitional steps. This still has a ways to go before it is a finished story.


Laying down in bed, me in my pink, slightly see through nightie, panties black against the pink of the nightie, him in his boxer shorts, grey, elastic waistband hugging his hips, holding them in place. His leg lifts, placed across mine, course hair tickling smooth, shaved skin. Lifting my left leg, I place it over his, our legs intertwined, flesh against flesh. He leaned over, his soft lips touch my cheek, puckering slightly, mwah sound forming as his lips suck in air while pressed against my cheek. Hand reaching over, he pulls my face towards his, eyes locking with eyes, looking deeply into each other, his eyes occasionally flicking down towards my exposed cleavage.

His lips brushed mine, a light touch, feather soft, then left. Another touch, almost ticklish, before he pulled back again. His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before pulling back. It again came out, pink, to run over my lips, tasting them. His lips came down on mine, solidly, but so lightly, pressing against my lips. I kissed his bottom lip, sucking it slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of his lips. Our lips press together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.

Our tongues pushed out just beyond the teeth, to meet in the middle, touching tip to tip. His tongues probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of my lip. My tongue slips into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used and still giving his breath a bit of a bite, clean, fresh. I feel his teeth against my tongue, then brush just beyond the tip of his tongue. Penetrating his mouth, oral intercourse. (May need to drop this, or figure out a better way to do it)

Our tongues start entwining, feeling each other. I touch the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste centers, so he knows what I taste like. I continue exploring his tongue with mine, running over the smooth surface, top, moving to the side, our tongues dance together, hug each other, wrapping around, acrobats in motion.

As I feel his tongue leave my mouth, his lips leaving mine, leaving my lips wanting, he pauses at my lower lip, sucking it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses travel down, leaving my lips completely, to the area just below my bottom lip, the labiomental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He pauses, kissing my chin. His tongue occasionally slipped between his lips, wetter kisses dotting my chin.

His mouth moved down, small kisses, until it hit my neck. He started kissing my neck, lips puckered out. His tongue slips between his lips, the kiss blending together with his lick. Removing his tongue, his lips press firmly against my neck. My skin pulls tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck is pulled into his mouth. His teeth come down, slightly grazing the skin in his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.

He trailed his mouth up my neck, small kisses along the way, until reaching my earlobe. Taking my earlobe into his mouth, he sucks on it, nose breathing heavily in my ear. I am frozen in place, electrified, shaking ever so slightly, feeling a slight tingle between my legs, my pussy gets wet. My sensitive ears, nibbled, driving me wild with lust, desire, pushing me beyond my limits.

Once I can move again, I run my fingers down his back, clawing it slightly, hearing the gasp from him as I come close to breaking the skin, needing a release from the tingles running up and down my spine from his ear play before I explode.

As my hands run up and down his back, my tension building as if I am about to burst, his mouth moves back to my neck, down it, then leaves. He moves over to my shoulder, the same slow, wet, small kisses.

His teeth bite into the strap of my nightie, tugging at it, until it hits the end of my shoulder, and is then pulled over to fall down my arm. His kissed make their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone. He takes the other strap with his teeth, again pulling it until it falls off my shoulder, down my arm.

nightie falls down slightly, barely being held up by body pressed to body:
No longer secured on my shoulders, my nightie slipped down slightly, only held up by our horizontal position.  I could feel my nightie falling, ever so slightly, exposing more of my chest, just the top of the swell of my breasts peeking out, tantalizing the senses with dangers of exposing my breasts, still hidden, but in danger of being exposed. (Still needs some refinement)

His mouth moved, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts. My hands reached up, entwining his hair, as his kisses continued across my chest, pushing his head against me, wanting it somewhere more intimate.

His hands came up, pulling my nightie, down, exposing first the tops of my breasts, the fabric tighter as it pulled down further, over the swell of my breasts, until first one nipple, then the second popped free of the fabric, exposed now to the air, and his eyes. It was pulled down further still, showing the bottom curve of my breasts, where breasts meet rib cage (What is this area called? -Cannot find name, will skip for final version), to bunch around my ribs, below my breasts, now fully 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, downward. His hands moved up, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, to caress them. His thumbs left one nipple, to be replaced by his mouth. The opposite nipple was grasped between his thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. His mouth left, and his hand came back up to my breast. He squeezed my breasts, one in each hand, as he kissed my stomach.

The nightie was now getting in the way, so he pushed it up. (Need to change wording, making it sexier) No longer needed, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling my nightie up and over my head, fully exposing my upper body to him with the fabric no longer in the way of the view of my topless body, skin exposed to him completely. His hands returned to my breasts, cupping, fondling, playing.

His kisses continued, down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and pushed into the sensitive area, licking the edges, then the bottom. Moving around, exploring it. His hands leave my breasts, running along my sides, causing me to giggle as they tickle my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.

Traveling downward, he caught the edge of my panties, almost as if attempting to keep in touch with my skin, no broken connection, even for the small amount of fabric at the sides of my panties. My panties pulled along with his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, further, my lips becoming visible, at first barely, then completely, the outside, just the topmost part showing as my legs pressed together. He continued pulling them down, knees, ankles, feet, over and off, the panties slipping free from me.

As he moved back up, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him, settling between my spread knees and legs. His mouth was placed against my pubis, licking my thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.

Hands moved under, grasping ass cheeks:
His hands moved around to my waste, slightly lower, traveling along my outer ass cheeks towards the center crack, until they firmly held both cheeks, one in each hand. Pulling my ass up slightly, hips rotating, his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. His lips continued kissing, lips against lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.

With my legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arm wrapped around my leg as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms now wrapped around my leg so his hands rested just above my pubis, he moved his fingers downward, until it came into the hood of my clit, running, massaging my clit through its hood. His mouth left my pussy, his other hand coming up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside my pussy to replace his now absent tongue (the absence noted, missed, to be filled again, expand).

His fingers worked their way inside me, rubbing the top of my vaginal canal, until they hit my g-spot, located at the top, pushing towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood. He continued working on my pussy and clit, moving the hood until his fingers were in direct contact with my clit, rubbing it, pushing downward and back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to to thrash as the tension built within me. Rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.

Removing his finger from my clit and pulling his other fingers out of my pussy, me moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia majora nice and wet, then worked his tongue inside, around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dripping with saliva and pussy juices.

Now, thoroughly wet, he sat up, pulling my hips, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy. He pulled my legs up, my ass hanging above the bed just slightly, then spread my legs, opening my pussy wide, hungry for his waiting penis.

He rubbed the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, against the lips, along the slit, up and down, getting the head nice and wet (Second nice and wet, throwing off flow, need to change one or other). Once his head was wet with our juices, he pushed it inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pull back, lubricating more of his penis with each push, until I swallowed the hole of his shaft, our groins connected together, deep inside. He lifted my legs, putting them against his shoulders, then started pumping (thrusting?) into me.

In slow strokes, he would pull his penis out, until only the head remained buried inside me, then push all the way in, until his shaft was swallowed. He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, almost out, then push back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply. (Away to show each stroke without unneeded repetition?) His hips sped up, the long thrusts happening faster, pounding me, my thighs slapping against his sides, the noise increasing in volume as his breath came deeper. His penis, pounding into me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside.

He paused, then shifted his legs outward, until his knees poked through under my knees, giving him better balance (awkward explanation, need to refine description). He laid down on top of me, wrapping his arms around me, giving me a hug, holding me tightly against him. 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 my pussy. He shifted his head down, finding access to my nipples, his arms still holding me against him. My hips started gyrating.

I moved my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat down, keeping him deeply inside me. Then I shifted my hips back and forth, moving them first towards him, then away from him. Getting into it more, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, feeling his penis shift around, inside me, stimulating all areas (areas? Need to refine). The motions in my pussy felt wonderful, pushing me further. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, and lust overwhelmed me, my hips moving faster with my want, my need, my desire. My hips moved quickly, frantically. In my passion, sometimes it was just back and forth, or I would lift my hips up and down, or side to side. Other times, I kept my circles going, so frantically. His penis almost popped out, my actions no longer controlled, 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 beading our brows, my legs getting sore from pushing our bodies almost to the point of breaking, it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, shaking in his arms, my mind empty of thought, consumed only by the bliss running through my body, almost too painful (how to describe a feeling that is rapturous, yes almost borders on torture?).

Once I finished, calming enough, he picked me up, laid me down beneath him. Keeping his penis pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth, tongue to tongue, cheeks, neck, breasts. He showered my upper body in kisses while he remained motionless below, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy wrapped around it. Letting me bask in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hips started their movement.

Slow thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements sped up, until the sound of our flesh could be heard, slapping together, making naughty noises. Our stomachs, his side against my inner thighs, slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up. His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movements. His thrusts shortened, speeding up, becoming quicker, urgent, his tension building. Our breaths came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up more. Finally, he pushed in, shuddering slightly, pulled out, then back in, shuddering again.

thrust again a couple more times, jerk:
cums into pussy:
His body shuttered one last time, as he pushed his penis in as deeply as it would go, as he jerked slightly (to many as?), his hot cum filling the inside of my pussy.

He lay there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breathing heavily. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace. I could feel his penis soften up, slowly pulling back, until it was too soft to remain inside. He kissed me and played with my nipples a bit while he softened, until at last it popped out of my pussy, too soft to be able to stay inside. With his penis now gone, and my pussy no longer plugged, I felt his cum, just a little, leak out of me, dripping down, underneath my pussy, running down my perineum, until I felt it leak down the crack of my ass.

He got up, went to the restroom to wash his saliva, cum, pussy juice covered penis off with the shower. As he came back, passing me on my way to the restroom, he kissed me, smiling shyly, while his cum dripped down my leg. I went to the shower, turned it on, waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum dripping down, leaving a slimy trail down my inner thigh.

I grabbed the shower, shifting my arm around until the head was pointed at my ass. (Better way to describe? Arm behind my back, aiming shower at my ass, right at top, so water was flowing directly between my cheeks) My other hand snaked around, running along the crack of my pass, then working its way inside as I ran my fingers up and down, across my anus, washing out the cum that had leaked there, paying attention to my anus, running my fingers over it, pushing slightly on the surface.

I brought the shower head around again, spreading my legs, then put the nozzle next to my pussy entrance. Spreading the entrance open, I felt the warm water rush inside my pussy, cleaning out the cum. Water rushed inside my pussy, warn, delicious, one long cum shot, working its way inside my pussy, flushing out the cum that came before, cleaning me out and filling me up, before rushing back out of the entrance, dripping past my pussy lips, down my legs, down the drain. (Still needs refined, seems a bit forced now)

Once cleaned out, I ran the water over the surface, washing the outer lips of my pussy, then focused on my legs, to wash away the excess cum that had leaked down them, and the slimy trail it has made while oozing down my leg. (Try to make more erotic, without excess?)

Nice and clean, I toweled off, then headed back to bed. Putting back on my panties and nightie, I snuggled up next to him, caressing his face, occasionally kissing his cheek, until I could feel 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.