So, this weekend, after me and my hubby made love, I started thinking. We have all seen slow motion video, is it possible to make slow motion written stories? I have decided to do two things. First, I want to show you how I write a story, from beginning to end. Second, I want to try to turn a single, shortish love making session, into a full story.
First, we have this, the different activities. These are simply the events that occurred, with little description, to go through the event sequence. You can look over this to see what happened during the love making session, and see how I start planning how to write the story. I plan to show step by step so that by the end of the week, I will have the whole story written, in hopefully delicious language we can all sit back and imagine happening, step by step.
In bed, me in nightie + panties, him in boxers
Legs intertwine
Him on side, put leg over mine
Kiss cheek
Put hand on opposite cheek, pull face towards me
Lips light touch, back, light touch
His tongue out, light lick on lips, light lick again
Press lips against, light press
Lip to lip
I kiss his bottom lip
Our lips press together, firmer
Lips part slightly
Tongues touch, tip to tip
his tongue probes my lip, around the top then bottom lip
My tongue probes into his mouth, slightly
tongue licks tongue middle
Tongue licks tongue side
tongues twist around each other
His tongue leaves
Sucks my lower lip into mouth
lets go of lip, kisses below lip
Kisses chin
mouth moves to neck
kisses neck
lick neck
suck neck, what does it feel like?
nibbles neck
mouth to ear, nibble earlobe
heavy breath in ear
can't move, electric tingles
claw his back slightly
mouth moved back to neck as I run hands up and down back
kiss moves to shoulder
Teeth bite nightie strap, pull off shoulder
moved to collar bone going across to other shoulder
bites other strap, pulls down
nightie falls down slightly, barely being held up by body pressed to body
mouth moves to chest, above breasts
kisses all over check, my hands tangled in his hair
he pulls nightie, falls further, exposing breasts
Kisses move to top of breast, side to side
Breast cupped, thumbs stroke nipples
Mouth moves to nipple, while other hand, fingers pinch opposite nipple
Mouth moved to stomach, hands squeeze breasts
push nighty up, I take off
licks belly button, running tongue inside
Hands leave breasts, moving to waist
panties pulled off
Knees pulled apart, mouth moved to pubis
Hands moved under, grasping ass cheeks
mouth moves to pussy, kissing outside lips
tongue pushes into pussy, fingers move up to top, arm around leg, rubbing above clit
mouth moved away, other hand fingers inserted in pussy
fingers rub top of vagina, g-spot, other fingers work clit
Rubbed until climax, tighten up
tongue back down, licking pussy opening until very wet with tongue and pussy juices
hips moved up, penis head placed against pussy
legs pulled up, ass slightly above bed
legs spread, opening pussy wide
head rubbed against outside pussy lips
worked inside pussy, head barely in, slight push in, pull back, push in, deeper each time until penis all the way in pussy
legs placed over shoulders
penis pulled out until head barely in, then pushed in all the way to base of shaft
Continue slow removal until head barely in, followed by push in to base of shaft
Faster movements, slapping sound where his sides hit spread legs
Pushes as far in as he can go, then moves legs to side
Arms wrapped around torso, like hug
Lifts up, his ass resting on feet, me on top
sucks nipple, I ride
Arms still around me, holding me to him
Move my hips first up and down, then back and forth
Start moving circles
more frantic, moved hips back and forth faster
soon almost pop out, riding hard, until climax
lays me down
kisses
tongues motionless, breathing hard into each others mouths
His hips move slowly at first, picking up speed
slap of stomach to stomach, sides to legs, movements faster
thrusts shorten, speed up, pounding into me
His body jerks slightly
thrust again a couple more times, jerk
cums into pussy
Stops moving, holds me
penis getting soft, stays in until completely soft, falls out
plays with nipples and kisses until soft penis pops out
feel cum leaking out, down perineum, into ass crack
He gets up, goes to shower to wash
comes back, kisses me
Cum leaks down leg
I go to shower, wash
water first down ass crack, wash cum from there
Open pussy slightly, run water inside
water over pussy surface, then down legs
Go back to bed, lay down, cuddle until he sleeps then I turn over, go to sleep
Monday, September 9, 2013
The Tattoo Bikers payment (Requested Fantasy)
I received a request for a certain type of story from one of my readers. I do not want to go into details about his scenario, so I will just let you read for yourself. And please remember, I am only creating this story based on a few things I know and Google, so please do not expect it to be 100% correct in the details:
We walked through the door, the little chime going off.
“Coming,” shouted a gruff, deep voice.
The man who walked out was a giant bear of a man. His head was shaved but he had a full beard, reaching past his collar bone, fanning out and giving him a savage, barbarian look.
He wore a sleeveless black vest with a grey shirt underneath, and jeans, faded in the back. When he turned, I caught a glimpse of the Hells Angels logo on the back of his vest.
His arms were wreathed in both old, fading tattoos, and newly inked ones. On each forearm was mirrored a skeleton, surrounded by a shroud, on a motorcycle with a skull mounted in place of a headlight.
On his left shoulder was a topless woman, her legs spread to reveal her panties covering her pussy, wearing a corset, stockings and high heels, laying on top of a motorcycle.
On his right arm was a full arm wrap. A skull sat on his elbow, breathing flame, with the top cracked open. The flame from the skulls mouth flowed up to a motorcycle engine. Gears could be seen through the flame.
This man scared me instantly. Intimidating was not even close to how you would describe him. His eyes were brown and malevolent, watching, staring, probing, challenging.
He looked at me, and I felt like I was about to collapse, my knees so weak they surely couldn’t hold me up.
He looked back at my boyfriend, Mike, and asked what we were there for.
Mike handed him the tattoo design he wanted done.
It was a fairly simple, Celtic tribal tattoo, custom designed by Mike himself to wrap around his upper arm.
I watched this biker tattoo Mike’s soft, smooth arm. The needle, piercing his flesh, spitting its ink into him, under his skin, making it a part of him. Like thousands of tiny sexual encounters, penetrate, thrust, cum, exit, over and over, again and again. (Yes, I personally have two tattoos, and know exactly what it feels like)
His skin grew red and angry, his face grimacing as he tried to not cry out in pain. Sweat beaded his forehead, while the tattooed biker continued on mercilessly, relentlessly, undisturbed by his pain.
Once finished, the tattoo artist put down his gun and let Mike take a few moments to catch his breath.
“That will be $200.”
Mike looked at him oddly.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have the money. I will need to get it.”
“I can’t let you leave until you pay what you owe.”
He glared menacingly, causing me to shake and wondering exactly what he would do to Mike.
“If you won’t pay me, I will take my money’s worth from your girl here.”
He gave me a lustful look, eyes roving up and down my body.
I squeaked, causing the tattoo artist to burst out in laughter. It was not a nice laugh.
“Fine, do it then. She will do anything I tell her to, so feel free to use her to pay for my tattoo.”
He looked back and me and licked his lips, pointing with his thumb towards the back.
“Get in the backroom girl.”
Mike interrupted.
“She is mine, so I will come too. Hope you don’t mind me watching you.”
“Doesn’t matter to me. If you’re not careful, I might take some of my payment out on that pretty ass of yours too.”
I walked toward the back with the bear of a tattoo artist following behind close enough behind that he could reach out and touch me without stretching his arm. And he did.
He put his hand on my ass, causing me to let out another squeak.
“Move.”
He slapped me across the ass, hard enough to hurt, and I sped up, not wanting to anger him.
We got to the back, which appeared to be a small office. It seemed somewhat normal, a desk, chair, computer happily showing a screensaver. This would not have fit in a suit and tie type of place though.
There were posters sporting half naked women all over. There were photos of clients, showing their arms, their shoulders, their breasts and penises. Their asses. It even looked like someone had their anus tattooed and let this guy take a picture.
He moved the chair away from the desk and sat down. Motioning me to come over, I hesitantly complied.
He cupped my chin with his beefy hand and turned my head side to side. I was a horse to this guy! Was he going to examine my teeth too?
He turned my face back toward him, forcing me to look directly in his eyes. How they glittered with some evil, lustful mirth.
His other hand moved down to my bare legs, feeling them below my shorts, rubbing his hands down the length of my legs. Coming back up, he pushed the edge of my shorts a little higher, then slipped his hand inside them, working his fingers upward, feeling the curve of my outer thigh, then slipped them further back.
Caressing my ass through my panties, he slowly forced the fabric back, until his hand was on my bare ass cheek. He let go of my face, but continued watching my eyes, and I dared not look away.
His other hand slid down to my other leg, then under my shorts from the other side. This time, instead of slipping in the outside, he slid his groping fingers in my shorts from my inside thigh.
His fingers wormed their way up my shorts until they hit my panties, right between my legs.
His grin got bigger seeing my sudden intake of breath, the mask I was trying to hold my face to slipping suddenly.
“Already wet I see. You are a regular slut, aren’t you?”
Afraid to do anything, I nodded agreement with him. I didn’t want to know what he would do if I disagreed with him.
He suddenly pulled his hands out and brought them to his groin. I could see his penis bulging there, awake for me.
He stood up, towering over me, his body pushing me back by its sheer presence, our two bodies trying to take up the same space, and mine failing.
He undid his belt, undoing the jeans button, then the zipper. His pants fell to the floor, revealing boxers underneath, straining against his hard penis, trying to contain it, yet almost failing.
He put his hands to the top of the boxers, gave me one last look in the eyes, winked, and pulled them down.
His penis was a beast.
He grabbed my hand and forced it down to grasp his attentive penis. I started stroking it up and down slowly, softly.
His hands shot up and ripped my shirt down the middle, showing off my lacy red bra.
I gasped in surprise and jumped back. He motioned again to his penis, and, no choice left, started stroking his shaft again.
He reached behind him and pulled out a knife. In one quick motion, before I even had a chance to react, he cut through the central panel, causing my bra to spring open, revealing my now uncovered breasts.
I started to turn to run, now reacting, but was to slow. He grabbed my hand and held me in place easily, even with my struggles, while putting the knife back in his desk.
“I am not going to hurt you.”
With the knife no longer visible, I stopped struggling, but still wanted nothing more than to run away. What was he going to do to me?
He put my hand back over his penis, and when I stood there, doing nothing but shaking, he started moving my hand back and forth along his shaft.
That broke my trance, and I started stroking him again.
His hand darted out, pinching my nipple hard. Letting go, he slapped my breast, not incredibly hard, but enough to sting. Pinch, slap, pinch, slap. My breasts turned red, my nipples becoming more and more sensitive, more and more sore.
His hands reached down the front of my shorts this time, working their way under my waistband, under my panties, and down until his fingers passed over my fur. He pushed down further, until they groped their way to my pussy, then entered me.
Upon finding how wet I was, he nodded in satisfaction, then placed both hands on my shoulders, pushing me down, until I was on my knees in front of him.
His penis stood before my eyes, then he pulled my head forward, until I could no longer see the top of his penis, only the base of his shaft.
His other hand brought grabbed my wrist, pulling it until I came into contact with his scrotum.
I knew what he wanted.
I started sucking his penis, trying to take it all in, but my gag reflexes protested. Meanwhile, I caressed and slightly squeezed his scrotum, rolling it around in my hand.
He put his hand to the back of my head and pulled me down, trying to force me to deepthroat his penis.
My throat spasmed, my gag reflexes kicking in. Despite my obvious retching, he kept pushing my head down, forcing me to swallow the entire length of his penis. He came, deep in my throat, while at the same time I threw up, creating a huge mess of half-digested food and cum. I stood up quickly, and he smiled.
“That’s enough. Now I need to go get cleaned up, and you two need to get out of my store. Don’t ever show your face around here again.”
With that, we left, with me trying to hide in the car as we drove home, my shirt in tatters in front.
We walked through the door, the little chime going off.
“Coming,” shouted a gruff, deep voice.
The man who walked out was a giant bear of a man. His head was shaved but he had a full beard, reaching past his collar bone, fanning out and giving him a savage, barbarian look.
He wore a sleeveless black vest with a grey shirt underneath, and jeans, faded in the back. When he turned, I caught a glimpse of the Hells Angels logo on the back of his vest.
His arms were wreathed in both old, fading tattoos, and newly inked ones. On each forearm was mirrored a skeleton, surrounded by a shroud, on a motorcycle with a skull mounted in place of a headlight.
On his left shoulder was a topless woman, her legs spread to reveal her panties covering her pussy, wearing a corset, stockings and high heels, laying on top of a motorcycle.
On his right arm was a full arm wrap. A skull sat on his elbow, breathing flame, with the top cracked open. The flame from the skulls mouth flowed up to a motorcycle engine. Gears could be seen through the flame.
This man scared me instantly. Intimidating was not even close to how you would describe him. His eyes were brown and malevolent, watching, staring, probing, challenging.
He looked at me, and I felt like I was about to collapse, my knees so weak they surely couldn’t hold me up.
He looked back at my boyfriend, Mike, and asked what we were there for.
Mike handed him the tattoo design he wanted done.
It was a fairly simple, Celtic tribal tattoo, custom designed by Mike himself to wrap around his upper arm.
I watched this biker tattoo Mike’s soft, smooth arm. The needle, piercing his flesh, spitting its ink into him, under his skin, making it a part of him. Like thousands of tiny sexual encounters, penetrate, thrust, cum, exit, over and over, again and again. (Yes, I personally have two tattoos, and know exactly what it feels like)
His skin grew red and angry, his face grimacing as he tried to not cry out in pain. Sweat beaded his forehead, while the tattooed biker continued on mercilessly, relentlessly, undisturbed by his pain.
Once finished, the tattoo artist put down his gun and let Mike take a few moments to catch his breath.
“That will be $200.”
Mike looked at him oddly.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have the money. I will need to get it.”
“I can’t let you leave until you pay what you owe.”
He glared menacingly, causing me to shake and wondering exactly what he would do to Mike.
“If you won’t pay me, I will take my money’s worth from your girl here.”
He gave me a lustful look, eyes roving up and down my body.
I squeaked, causing the tattoo artist to burst out in laughter. It was not a nice laugh.
“Fine, do it then. She will do anything I tell her to, so feel free to use her to pay for my tattoo.”
He looked back and me and licked his lips, pointing with his thumb towards the back.
“Get in the backroom girl.”
Mike interrupted.
“She is mine, so I will come too. Hope you don’t mind me watching you.”
“Doesn’t matter to me. If you’re not careful, I might take some of my payment out on that pretty ass of yours too.”
I walked toward the back with the bear of a tattoo artist following behind close enough behind that he could reach out and touch me without stretching his arm. And he did.
He put his hand on my ass, causing me to let out another squeak.
“Move.”
He slapped me across the ass, hard enough to hurt, and I sped up, not wanting to anger him.
We got to the back, which appeared to be a small office. It seemed somewhat normal, a desk, chair, computer happily showing a screensaver. This would not have fit in a suit and tie type of place though.
There were posters sporting half naked women all over. There were photos of clients, showing their arms, their shoulders, their breasts and penises. Their asses. It even looked like someone had their anus tattooed and let this guy take a picture.
He moved the chair away from the desk and sat down. Motioning me to come over, I hesitantly complied.
He cupped my chin with his beefy hand and turned my head side to side. I was a horse to this guy! Was he going to examine my teeth too?
He turned my face back toward him, forcing me to look directly in his eyes. How they glittered with some evil, lustful mirth.
His other hand moved down to my bare legs, feeling them below my shorts, rubbing his hands down the length of my legs. Coming back up, he pushed the edge of my shorts a little higher, then slipped his hand inside them, working his fingers upward, feeling the curve of my outer thigh, then slipped them further back.
Caressing my ass through my panties, he slowly forced the fabric back, until his hand was on my bare ass cheek. He let go of my face, but continued watching my eyes, and I dared not look away.
His other hand slid down to my other leg, then under my shorts from the other side. This time, instead of slipping in the outside, he slid his groping fingers in my shorts from my inside thigh.
His fingers wormed their way up my shorts until they hit my panties, right between my legs.
His grin got bigger seeing my sudden intake of breath, the mask I was trying to hold my face to slipping suddenly.
“Already wet I see. You are a regular slut, aren’t you?”
Afraid to do anything, I nodded agreement with him. I didn’t want to know what he would do if I disagreed with him.
He suddenly pulled his hands out and brought them to his groin. I could see his penis bulging there, awake for me.
He stood up, towering over me, his body pushing me back by its sheer presence, our two bodies trying to take up the same space, and mine failing.
He undid his belt, undoing the jeans button, then the zipper. His pants fell to the floor, revealing boxers underneath, straining against his hard penis, trying to contain it, yet almost failing.
He put his hands to the top of the boxers, gave me one last look in the eyes, winked, and pulled them down.
His penis was a beast.
He grabbed my hand and forced it down to grasp his attentive penis. I started stroking it up and down slowly, softly.
His hands shot up and ripped my shirt down the middle, showing off my lacy red bra.
I gasped in surprise and jumped back. He motioned again to his penis, and, no choice left, started stroking his shaft again.
He reached behind him and pulled out a knife. In one quick motion, before I even had a chance to react, he cut through the central panel, causing my bra to spring open, revealing my now uncovered breasts.
I started to turn to run, now reacting, but was to slow. He grabbed my hand and held me in place easily, even with my struggles, while putting the knife back in his desk.
“I am not going to hurt you.”
With the knife no longer visible, I stopped struggling, but still wanted nothing more than to run away. What was he going to do to me?
He put my hand back over his penis, and when I stood there, doing nothing but shaking, he started moving my hand back and forth along his shaft.
That broke my trance, and I started stroking him again.
His hand darted out, pinching my nipple hard. Letting go, he slapped my breast, not incredibly hard, but enough to sting. Pinch, slap, pinch, slap. My breasts turned red, my nipples becoming more and more sensitive, more and more sore.
His hands reached down the front of my shorts this time, working their way under my waistband, under my panties, and down until his fingers passed over my fur. He pushed down further, until they groped their way to my pussy, then entered me.
Upon finding how wet I was, he nodded in satisfaction, then placed both hands on my shoulders, pushing me down, until I was on my knees in front of him.
His penis stood before my eyes, then he pulled my head forward, until I could no longer see the top of his penis, only the base of his shaft.
His other hand brought grabbed my wrist, pulling it until I came into contact with his scrotum.
I knew what he wanted.
I started sucking his penis, trying to take it all in, but my gag reflexes protested. Meanwhile, I caressed and slightly squeezed his scrotum, rolling it around in my hand.
He put his hand to the back of my head and pulled me down, trying to force me to deepthroat his penis.
My throat spasmed, my gag reflexes kicking in. Despite my obvious retching, he kept pushing my head down, forcing me to swallow the entire length of his penis. He came, deep in my throat, while at the same time I threw up, creating a huge mess of half-digested food and cum. I stood up quickly, and he smiled.
“That’s enough. Now I need to go get cleaned up, and you two need to get out of my store. Don’t ever show your face around here again.”
With that, we left, with me trying to hide in the car as we drove home, my shirt in tatters in front.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
My first time
I lost my virginity to my cousin. He was not related by blood to me, but by adoption. He was one of a few that I have been with. What can I say, I have many cousins. It is a big family. This side of the family also tends to be very country, living in a farming area. I also do not remember everything, and am writing this best I can from memory. I can only vividly remember bits and peaces, so some things might be slightly wrong. You also need to remember, I would not become fully sexually active until a little later, so I was very awkward, having only played house a bit, you show me yours, a bit of streaking. I learned later from older men, who knew what they were doing. Here is how it happened:
We arrived at my grandma's house for our annual family gathering. I wore a button up flannel shirt and jeans with cowboy boots. Sorry, I did not wear a naughty farmer's daughter outfit, it was pretty normal if you grew up in a farming community. Probably closer to this outfit, with boots.
Like normal family get-togethers, it was rather boring. Watch the boys play pool, maybe try it out a little. Maybe some horseshoes. Big meals set out with the old generations catching up, swapping stories, reminiscing. Unfortunately, I was a little old to enjoy myself, running around in the grass, playing in the trees, and a little young to be swapping old stories.
I grabbed my cousin, he and I had always been close, and decided we would go exploring. We went out to the field, wandering through weeds and other plants almost as tall as we were, then came to the old house my great grandma lived in before it burnt down. Poking around for lost treasures, or heirlooms, or something to keep us interested, we eventually found nothing but boredom.
We moved out from there, going down some of the trails and exploring the woods around the area.
That's when it happened. We started talking, me asking him about girls, him asking me about boys. He mused, wondering what it was like to kiss a girl. I politely reminded him that I was a girl (Actually, I seem to remember calling him a dummy and kicking his shin, but you get the point). We didn't really factor in the fact that we were cousins, we just understood, he was a boy and I was a girl, and we had always felt more like friends than cousins, so the thought of our family tree never entered our minds.
We closed our eyes and pressed our lips together. After all, isn't that how you kiss in the movies? While this wasn't my first kiss, it was his. We stood there, lips pressed against lips, for a few moments before separating.
"I have seen pictures of a different kind of kiss, where you open your mouth and stick your tongue in the other persons mouth."
He was skeptical of this, but we decided to try it. It was probably the most awkward kiss you could ever imagine. We opened our mouths wide, then pushed our tongues into each others mouths. We licked each others tongues, the inside of each others mouths.
"Your mouth tastes strange."
I was starting to get very tingly, feeling all out of sorts, like I did when I went for my naked strolls. I pulled him back to my face, put my tongue back in his mouth.
"You taste different now. It makes me feel odd."
As I would discover later, when passion kicks in and lust arises, you can actually taste it on the other persons breath. He was tasting my lust and desire.
I moved my head away from him and looked at him.
"So, did you like kissing a girl?"
"I am not sure. It makes me feel odd. Both good and sort of strange at the same time."
"I feel funny too."
We talked about the kiss, and tried it a couple more times, mouths both open and closed.
"I sometimes feel the same way when I do something else."
"Like what?"
So, I told him about my naked walks, how I tingled, how it made me feel quivery, made me excited and scared at the same time. How I would get tingles between my legs. He surprised me with a new question.
"So, what does a girl look like? I have never seen a girl with no clothes. Not a real girl."
I giggled, then asked if he wanted to see me. At first he seemed to hesitate, but finally agreed that he would like to see that.
"Not fair. You have to take yours off too."
So, we decided to show each other what was under our clothes. Being young, there were no sexy shows, no casual slip of the shoulder, turning of the back while the shirt came off. We simply undressed (Yes, I know, poo, no sexy shows to imagine. Just imagine yourself getting ready for a shower after a hard days work).
We stood there, naked in front of each other, looking over each other. While I had some experience, he had none. I helped guide him. I noticed right away his penis was completely stiff. He looked like he was ready to pop. I brought his hand to my breasts, and let him feel them. His hands ran over them completely, cupping them, squeezing them, playing with the nipples a little.
"One time, me and a boy were together, looking at his sisters magazine. It showed a boy putting his thing inside the girl."
"How?"
I sat down on the side of the trail, my ass in the weeds, and spread my legs.
"See, you put yours in here." I demonstrated by poking my finger into my pussy.
We decided to try it out. We wiggled around, trying to figure out how to get his penis inside my pussy. He moved this way and that way, and eventually we got it right. His penis slipped into my pussy, with some slight pain. He moved back and forth, trying to thrust immediately, but it hurt me, making him slow down. Eventually, we were able to get it all the way in, and I let him go at his pace. Blood seeped out slightly, but I was used to this, since I had started my period a year or more earlier. Little did I realize, the slight pain, and the blood this time meant more than normal, that my hymen was broken. I was indeed no longer a virgin, and neither was he.
It only took him a minute or so before he came, directly in my pussy. He stood back up, and we got dressed, then headed back to the gathering.
We arrived at my grandma's house for our annual family gathering. I wore a button up flannel shirt and jeans with cowboy boots. Sorry, I did not wear a naughty farmer's daughter outfit, it was pretty normal if you grew up in a farming community. Probably closer to this outfit, with boots.
Like normal family get-togethers, it was rather boring. Watch the boys play pool, maybe try it out a little. Maybe some horseshoes. Big meals set out with the old generations catching up, swapping stories, reminiscing. Unfortunately, I was a little old to enjoy myself, running around in the grass, playing in the trees, and a little young to be swapping old stories.
I grabbed my cousin, he and I had always been close, and decided we would go exploring. We went out to the field, wandering through weeds and other plants almost as tall as we were, then came to the old house my great grandma lived in before it burnt down. Poking around for lost treasures, or heirlooms, or something to keep us interested, we eventually found nothing but boredom.
We moved out from there, going down some of the trails and exploring the woods around the area.
That's when it happened. We started talking, me asking him about girls, him asking me about boys. He mused, wondering what it was like to kiss a girl. I politely reminded him that I was a girl (Actually, I seem to remember calling him a dummy and kicking his shin, but you get the point). We didn't really factor in the fact that we were cousins, we just understood, he was a boy and I was a girl, and we had always felt more like friends than cousins, so the thought of our family tree never entered our minds.
We closed our eyes and pressed our lips together. After all, isn't that how you kiss in the movies? While this wasn't my first kiss, it was his. We stood there, lips pressed against lips, for a few moments before separating.
"I have seen pictures of a different kind of kiss, where you open your mouth and stick your tongue in the other persons mouth."
He was skeptical of this, but we decided to try it. It was probably the most awkward kiss you could ever imagine. We opened our mouths wide, then pushed our tongues into each others mouths. We licked each others tongues, the inside of each others mouths.
"Your mouth tastes strange."
I was starting to get very tingly, feeling all out of sorts, like I did when I went for my naked strolls. I pulled him back to my face, put my tongue back in his mouth.
"You taste different now. It makes me feel odd."
As I would discover later, when passion kicks in and lust arises, you can actually taste it on the other persons breath. He was tasting my lust and desire.
I moved my head away from him and looked at him.
"So, did you like kissing a girl?"
"I am not sure. It makes me feel odd. Both good and sort of strange at the same time."
"I feel funny too."
We talked about the kiss, and tried it a couple more times, mouths both open and closed.
"I sometimes feel the same way when I do something else."
"Like what?"
So, I told him about my naked walks, how I tingled, how it made me feel quivery, made me excited and scared at the same time. How I would get tingles between my legs. He surprised me with a new question.
"So, what does a girl look like? I have never seen a girl with no clothes. Not a real girl."
I giggled, then asked if he wanted to see me. At first he seemed to hesitate, but finally agreed that he would like to see that.
"Not fair. You have to take yours off too."
So, we decided to show each other what was under our clothes. Being young, there were no sexy shows, no casual slip of the shoulder, turning of the back while the shirt came off. We simply undressed (Yes, I know, poo, no sexy shows to imagine. Just imagine yourself getting ready for a shower after a hard days work).
We stood there, naked in front of each other, looking over each other. While I had some experience, he had none. I helped guide him. I noticed right away his penis was completely stiff. He looked like he was ready to pop. I brought his hand to my breasts, and let him feel them. His hands ran over them completely, cupping them, squeezing them, playing with the nipples a little.
"One time, me and a boy were together, looking at his sisters magazine. It showed a boy putting his thing inside the girl."
"How?"
I sat down on the side of the trail, my ass in the weeds, and spread my legs.
"See, you put yours in here." I demonstrated by poking my finger into my pussy.
We decided to try it out. We wiggled around, trying to figure out how to get his penis inside my pussy. He moved this way and that way, and eventually we got it right. His penis slipped into my pussy, with some slight pain. He moved back and forth, trying to thrust immediately, but it hurt me, making him slow down. Eventually, we were able to get it all the way in, and I let him go at his pace. Blood seeped out slightly, but I was used to this, since I had started my period a year or more earlier. Little did I realize, the slight pain, and the blood this time meant more than normal, that my hymen was broken. I was indeed no longer a virgin, and neither was he.
It only took him a minute or so before he came, directly in my pussy. He stood back up, and we got dressed, then headed back to the gathering.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Naughty Nurse (Sexual Fantasy)
A little background before I get into the story. I remember one time seeing a commercial for vodka (Sorry, this video is age restricted and has an annoying 30 second ad in front of it...). I thought it was very naughty, and looked like it would be great fun. I have decided to write my own version of this, and how I would do it.
On with the story:
"He is so cute."
"I know, I enjoy sponging him off."
"Have you ever, you know..." She let it hang there, not wanting to voice it.
"I have looked at it." The other nurse giggled, before suddenly turning bright red.
I mused out loud, "I wonder what it would be like to have sex with a man in a coma."
The other two nurses looked at me, shocked, then giving their naughty grins.
"Would you, really?"
"Sure," I replied. "I just worry about someone else catching me."
The other two nurses looked at each other, then turned back to me.
"We have night shift the end of this week. Tell you what, if you are actually willing to do it, we will make sure that no one enters his room."
I looked at them, shocked. "Ok, now your just teasing me."
"No no, I am completely serious. You come in while we are on duty, and we will make sure you aren't disturbed. However, there is a catch. I am not sure about her, but I want to see it. You have to record it."
Flushed with arousal at the thought of doing this, I agreed.
We discussed the details. We tried to figure out how to make sure he was erect for me. We settled on one of the other nurses slipping him some viagra about 30 minutes before my scheduled time.
The time came, and the show was mine. I showed up in the hospital in my nurses outfit, so that no one would question why I was there outside of visiting hours. I went to the room, and found the nurse who wanted me to record inside, waiting. She helped me set up the camera, then, smirking, left the room.
I was now in the room, alone with the coma patient.
I looked him over. You could tell that the coma had ravished him, his eyes sunken and his frame small, almost skeletal. Even in this state, he was gorgeous. I imagined what he would have looked like healthy, vibrant. His features were delicate, almost feminine. His sandy blonde hair was lank now, but would have been lush, full, thick, the edges barely touching the ears, the top feathered out. His eyes, so blue as to be the sky itself. His ears were slightly small, poking out just a bit. His nose thin and tapered, coming to a slight point at the end. His lips, the perfect curve. A mole, on the upper left side of his forehead. Light freckles adorned him just around the eyes, freckles that would not have been there if he was able to get into the sun more, giving him a cute, boyish look. A look of innocence.
I had never spent time with this patient before, so I had to wonder. Did a man this gorgeous have a girl waiting for him? Two? Was he as innocent as he looked, or was he a womanizer, finding himself in bed with someone different every day? He could have been a model. Was he straight? Was he married? Did he have kids, debts, a house? Did any of this matter? For this time, he was mine, and I was his, and although he could not do anything other than react, he could be anything I wanted him to be, for now, for tonight.
I brushed aside his hair, looking at his peaceful, sleeping face, before pulling his gown up, and slipping it off of him. Mt fingers traced the lines of his chest, following his ribs, running along his pecs. I played with his nipples, kissed his lips, kissing his body while moving down, down, down.
I took his penis in my hand, then stroked him, making sure he was nice and stiff. Once he was at attention, I put his penis inside my mouth, tasting him. Since he was in a coma, I didn't need to worry about him pressing the back of my head, causing me to gag as he tried to get me to deepthroat him. Instead, I was able to enjoy it in a way that I could not do with a normal partner. I was able to play with his head, running my tongue over it, exploring it. Putting it slightly inside my mouth, I kept teasing the head while I used my hand to stroke his shaft, savoring the taste of him. Teasing it until finally, he came into my mouth. Again, no need to impress, no one expecting anything. I could do anything I wanted.
Cum still in my mouth, I leaned over him, kissing him, the cum from him mingling in our two mouths. I wondered, does a man in a coma still taste? What would he say, if he could, to the taste of his cum and my kisses? Still in my mouth, I went back down on him, lubricating his penis with my saliva and his cum, then swallowed what remained.
I took off my panties, mounting him, taking his cum covered penis and working it inside my wet pussy.
I rode him then, bucking my hips, rubbing myself, and imagining him admiring my body. Back and forth, my motions timed, building slowly at first until my body screamed for more, screamed for release. Now I was frantic, wanting him to cum, wanting to climax myself. My hands rubbed my clit, faster, harder, as his penis stimulated my pussy. I felt him cum again, and lost myself in my own climax. However, I was not done with him yet.
I hopped off the side of the bed and pulled up one of the chairs in the room, sitting down. I looked him over again, taking his penis in my hand while I played with it, kept it nice and hard, stimulated. A couple of times I took it into my mouth, tasting the mixture of his cum and my juices. I shared my secrets, my fantasies, my desires, and finally worked myself up enough to take him again.
I took off my clothes, hopped back on the bed, and straddled him again, working his penis inside my pussy. I started with slow movements, working his penis as deep inside me as I could, then lifting my hips up until just the tip was in. I slammed down on him, until his penis was almost to my cervix. Up again, then quickly down. Soon I was overcome by the feeling of the deep thrusts inside me, and, unable to contain myself, started moving faster, faster, until at last I felt him cum inside me. Rest and repeat.
By the time I left the room, I climaxed two more times, and made him cum inside me four more times, trying every position I could get this limp, gorgeous man into. I had been with him for over three hours. I wonder, would I end up with this comatosed man's baby? I was so filled with his cum it seemed like it was almost impossible not to. The thought thrilled me more.
We met later, me and the other two nurses, and I played the recording I had made. They got wet themselves watching me ride him, and we had a girls only night, all night. We didn't even make it to the bed, but slept on the couch, naked bodies entwined, after our night of play. But that is for another story.
On with the story:
"He is so cute."
"I know, I enjoy sponging him off."
"Have you ever, you know..." She let it hang there, not wanting to voice it.
"I have looked at it." The other nurse giggled, before suddenly turning bright red.
I mused out loud, "I wonder what it would be like to have sex with a man in a coma."
The other two nurses looked at me, shocked, then giving their naughty grins.
"Would you, really?"
"Sure," I replied. "I just worry about someone else catching me."
The other two nurses looked at each other, then turned back to me.
"We have night shift the end of this week. Tell you what, if you are actually willing to do it, we will make sure that no one enters his room."
I looked at them, shocked. "Ok, now your just teasing me."
"No no, I am completely serious. You come in while we are on duty, and we will make sure you aren't disturbed. However, there is a catch. I am not sure about her, but I want to see it. You have to record it."
Flushed with arousal at the thought of doing this, I agreed.
We discussed the details. We tried to figure out how to make sure he was erect for me. We settled on one of the other nurses slipping him some viagra about 30 minutes before my scheduled time.
The time came, and the show was mine. I showed up in the hospital in my nurses outfit, so that no one would question why I was there outside of visiting hours. I went to the room, and found the nurse who wanted me to record inside, waiting. She helped me set up the camera, then, smirking, left the room.
I was now in the room, alone with the coma patient.
I looked him over. You could tell that the coma had ravished him, his eyes sunken and his frame small, almost skeletal. Even in this state, he was gorgeous. I imagined what he would have looked like healthy, vibrant. His features were delicate, almost feminine. His sandy blonde hair was lank now, but would have been lush, full, thick, the edges barely touching the ears, the top feathered out. His eyes, so blue as to be the sky itself. His ears were slightly small, poking out just a bit. His nose thin and tapered, coming to a slight point at the end. His lips, the perfect curve. A mole, on the upper left side of his forehead. Light freckles adorned him just around the eyes, freckles that would not have been there if he was able to get into the sun more, giving him a cute, boyish look. A look of innocence.
I had never spent time with this patient before, so I had to wonder. Did a man this gorgeous have a girl waiting for him? Two? Was he as innocent as he looked, or was he a womanizer, finding himself in bed with someone different every day? He could have been a model. Was he straight? Was he married? Did he have kids, debts, a house? Did any of this matter? For this time, he was mine, and I was his, and although he could not do anything other than react, he could be anything I wanted him to be, for now, for tonight.
I brushed aside his hair, looking at his peaceful, sleeping face, before pulling his gown up, and slipping it off of him. Mt fingers traced the lines of his chest, following his ribs, running along his pecs. I played with his nipples, kissed his lips, kissing his body while moving down, down, down.
I took his penis in my hand, then stroked him, making sure he was nice and stiff. Once he was at attention, I put his penis inside my mouth, tasting him. Since he was in a coma, I didn't need to worry about him pressing the back of my head, causing me to gag as he tried to get me to deepthroat him. Instead, I was able to enjoy it in a way that I could not do with a normal partner. I was able to play with his head, running my tongue over it, exploring it. Putting it slightly inside my mouth, I kept teasing the head while I used my hand to stroke his shaft, savoring the taste of him. Teasing it until finally, he came into my mouth. Again, no need to impress, no one expecting anything. I could do anything I wanted.
Cum still in my mouth, I leaned over him, kissing him, the cum from him mingling in our two mouths. I wondered, does a man in a coma still taste? What would he say, if he could, to the taste of his cum and my kisses? Still in my mouth, I went back down on him, lubricating his penis with my saliva and his cum, then swallowed what remained.
I took off my panties, mounting him, taking his cum covered penis and working it inside my wet pussy.
I rode him then, bucking my hips, rubbing myself, and imagining him admiring my body. Back and forth, my motions timed, building slowly at first until my body screamed for more, screamed for release. Now I was frantic, wanting him to cum, wanting to climax myself. My hands rubbed my clit, faster, harder, as his penis stimulated my pussy. I felt him cum again, and lost myself in my own climax. However, I was not done with him yet.
I hopped off the side of the bed and pulled up one of the chairs in the room, sitting down. I looked him over again, taking his penis in my hand while I played with it, kept it nice and hard, stimulated. A couple of times I took it into my mouth, tasting the mixture of his cum and my juices. I shared my secrets, my fantasies, my desires, and finally worked myself up enough to take him again.
I took off my clothes, hopped back on the bed, and straddled him again, working his penis inside my pussy. I started with slow movements, working his penis as deep inside me as I could, then lifting my hips up until just the tip was in. I slammed down on him, until his penis was almost to my cervix. Up again, then quickly down. Soon I was overcome by the feeling of the deep thrusts inside me, and, unable to contain myself, started moving faster, faster, until at last I felt him cum inside me. Rest and repeat.
By the time I left the room, I climaxed two more times, and made him cum inside me four more times, trying every position I could get this limp, gorgeous man into. I had been with him for over three hours. I wonder, would I end up with this comatosed man's baby? I was so filled with his cum it seemed like it was almost impossible not to. The thought thrilled me more.
We met later, me and the other two nurses, and I played the recording I had made. They got wet themselves watching me ride him, and we had a girls only night, all night. We didn't even make it to the bed, but slept on the couch, naked bodies entwined, after our night of play. But that is for another story.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
What did you do with your Saturday?
Because of my writing, I have found that I am getting in touch with my kinkiness again.
I took out two of my slightly dusty vibrators, and decided to take a day with them happily buzzing inside me.
I used the bullet for my ass and the standard in my pussy. Let me tell you, you will get rather sore this way, but it was a blast, especially going out to the store with them still in, then turning up the dial. I think I even made a few naughty noises a couple times, which definitely caused heads to turn.
Sorry for no story, just a little too busy, but wanted to let you all know, thanks very much for helping me to wake back up and enjoy my sexuality, something that became rather boring since my marriage. Don't fear though, I will be writing up more of my naughty fantasies and memories, just may take a little longer.
I took out two of my slightly dusty vibrators, and decided to take a day with them happily buzzing inside me.
I used the bullet for my ass and the standard in my pussy. Let me tell you, you will get rather sore this way, but it was a blast, especially going out to the store with them still in, then turning up the dial. I think I even made a few naughty noises a couple times, which definitely caused heads to turn.
Sorry for no story, just a little too busy, but wanted to let you all know, thanks very much for helping me to wake back up and enjoy my sexuality, something that became rather boring since my marriage. Don't fear though, I will be writing up more of my naughty fantasies and memories, just may take a little longer.
Monday, September 2, 2013
Story Slow down alert
So, just to let people know, this week I will probably not be making as many posts, since work will be getting busy, and school is back in session.
With that aside, I have wondered if I can create more than a short story. I have always wanted to write a novel, and have been thinking of the success of 50 Shades of Grey. However, I would prefer to write my own novel, real or fantasy, but am not that great at coming up with completely original ideas. I have instead always been better at taking an idea and improving upon it.
As such, I would love it if people can leave me comments on idea suggestions. They can be naughty or not. Honestly, this blog is the first time I have written naughty, so I am better at normal stories.
Anyways, thoughts on story ideas beyond just sexual experience or fantasies, something I could take and make a full fledged story from would be wonderful. Anyways, hope to see you in the comments, I love hearing what people think.
With that aside, I have wondered if I can create more than a short story. I have always wanted to write a novel, and have been thinking of the success of 50 Shades of Grey. However, I would prefer to write my own novel, real or fantasy, but am not that great at coming up with completely original ideas. I have instead always been better at taking an idea and improving upon it.
As such, I would love it if people can leave me comments on idea suggestions. They can be naughty or not. Honestly, this blog is the first time I have written naughty, so I am better at normal stories.
Anyways, thoughts on story ideas beyond just sexual experience or fantasies, something I could take and make a full fledged story from would be wonderful. Anyways, hope to see you in the comments, I love hearing what people think.
On a train (Train Fantasy)
So, one of the dirty little fantasies I have had, probably because of seeing videos of this from those naughty Japanese AV producers, is being groped and taken on a train. (Please note, I have never been on a train before coming to Taiwan, and I am using the MRT layout as my reference, since I have only been on the High Speed Rail and they have normal seating, similar to airplanes, that would not work in this fantasy. The layout can be seen here for how I imagine the scenario, with two guys behind me, surrounding me to block the view, one guy leaning against the clear panel so he doesn't see what is going on, and three guys in the seat in front of me. It is a fantasy, so you must suspend belief for it to work) Here is my dirty little fantasy:
I watch the scenery roll by as the train makes it's way along the tracks, the soft swaying entrancing. Beautiful green fields full of newly blossomed flowers, tightly packed houses full of hustling, bustling people. Here a truck stopped at the railroad crossing, waiting to move past on his way to his destination.
Cross country trips can be fun, with wonderful sights and sounds. But this cross country trip was more than I expected.
It was standing room only, packed for the holidays, so I was left staring out the window. True, I like watching the scenery roll by, but the press of bodies was overwhelming. It seemed to me there were very few women in this car, in fact, I could not see another at all, so I felt a bit isolated in this sea of men. I wore one of my favorite outfits (Skirt found here and tank top with over-shirt found here).
With so many people crowded into a small, confined space, you had the occasional bumping, nudging, accidental poking and prodding that you might expect.
I felt a slight touch on my ass, a hand brushing me unexpectedly. Just someone shifting around, surely an accident. I moved slightly and the hand was no longer in contact.
I continued to watch the landscape roll by, enjoying the bright light streaming outside.
Perhaps finding no other space, a man stood behind me, his hand over my head to hold the strap. I could occasionally feel his breath on the top of my head. My skirt shifted slightly, a slight brush against the back, then nothing.
I continued watching outside, thinking nothing of it, assuming that the natural push of the crowd caused someone to inadvertently brush against me.
The man moved slightly closer, so when we shifted as the train turned, I could feel him bump into me, and even once bumping into me hard enough to shove me a slight bit forward.
It was so crowded. Heat rolled off the bodies, pressed together, making it slightly warm, even with the trains air conditioning going.
I felt him move against me, pressed up so his left side was pressed against the back of my right side.
I glanced over at him, gave him a look. He flushed, shrugging his shoulders and giving me an awkward half grin, as if saying "Sorry, it is too crowded, I can't help being here".
Turning again to look out the window, I thought nothing of it.
Soon, I felt a hand again on my ass, but this time, not a brush, but resting there, softly, barely making contact, but having enough contact that my skirt was pressed against me, and I could feel the slight, ever so slight, pressure of a hand against me.
Trying to ignore it, I continued looking through the window.
The pressure increased, the hand now firmly against me, fingers motionless, hand sitting there, as if resting.
Well, I guess someone wanted a feel. There was no denying it at this point, the man was definitely copping a feel.
I pushed my ass back slightly, against his hand, then forward again.
The train shifted again, and the man stumbled against me. His hand again going to my skirt, this time fingers moving slightly, probing the curve of my ass.
No mistaking it, this guy wanted a feel. I looked over at him, and he gave me a guilty little grin. I licked my lips, slowly.
Emboldened now, he started running his free hand over my ass, feeling the curve of it, exploring my skirt. After a minute or so, I saw another arm appear over my head, as another man grabbed the bar to steady himself.
Apparently he saw what the one guy was doing, because a second hand appeared on me, exploring my other ass cheek.
Soon, they were both rubbing and squeezing my ass through my skirt and panties.
The two moved together, shoulder to shoulder, forming a wall behind me.
One hand moved down, contacting the bare skin of my leg just below the hem of my skirt. The other hand soon joined it, but did not stop there. Following my leg upward, my skirt was lifted slightly, the hand making contact with my panties, running along the bottom, where the elastic held them tight against my leg.
On the opposite side, the hand moved up, past the elastic, exploring my ass through my panties. No longer was he feeling me through my skirt, but closer, almost in contact.
A finger slipped under the leg elastic, coming into contact with the flesh of my ass, working its way back and forth. The other, moving to the waistband, then down to explore the top area.
One hand moved up, the other down, until each ass cheek was being groped and my panties were twisting between them.
The man on the right of me, who was going down from the top, removed his hand completely while the other started running his fingers along my ass crack, then trying to put his fingers inside. I clamped my cheeks together, denying him access.
The other hand came back, but this time running along the side of my panties, before tugging the side downward.
Once the other guy noticed what was being done, he joined in to help, and started pulling down my panties on the left side.
Soon my panties slid down, appearing below my skirt, slid down further, until they fell to my knees.
I shifted my legs until they fell down to my shoes. The man in front of me noticed, looked into my eyes with a little alarm, and a little lust. He watched their decent from hemline to shoes. Bunched around my shoes, he leaned forward, reaching down, trying to angle himself so he could peek up my skirt. The two other men on the seat looked at him, looked at me, and looked where he was reaching, towards my shoes, with my panties bunched up around them.
The man on the seat in front of me reached for my panties. I lifted my shoes, shaking them off, until they fell to the floor. He grabbed them up, sniffed them, then shyly handed them to me.
Taking them from him, I slipped them into my purse.
That was the signal for them that I was fair game.
The other two men looked at each other, grinning from ear to ear, before turning their gaze towards me.
The back of my skirt again lifted, and the men ran their hands over my now bare ass. This time, I let one of them put his fingers between my cheeks, run his fingers along my crack, inside my crack, start fingering my anus lightly.
The other man, seeing that my ass was currently busy, instead decided to move his hands to my shirt. He slipped his hand under the bottom of my shirt, up my side, to much controlled laughing as he tickled me.
He slipped his hand around to the front, and my tank top wriggled with his fingers trying to move further up my body.
The man in the seat in front of me lifted my skirt, staring at my Bermuda Triangle shaved pubic hair (Yes, this is my real trim, normally either this, a Bikini line, or a landing strip. I have only went full Brazilian once, when I messed up the trim).
He ran his fingers through my fur, while the other guy fingered my ass, and the third guy had reached my bra, trying to get around the top and inside the cup.
The man on my left stopped fingering my ass, reaching up to unclasp my bra. holding up my hand, palm forward, they stopped. I took off my bra, moving first one strap out the arm hole, then down and off my arm, followed by the other side, to finally pull my bra out of the arm hole. One of the men laughed, and I tucked it into my purse, to sit along side my panties.
I adjusted my stance to balance myself from the movements of the swaying train, spreading my legs slightly (Do you honestly think I would spread my legs to maintain balance?). Fingers slid between my legs, the man sitting in front of me rubbing the outside of my pussy, trying to work his way inside. The other two men behind me each brought an arm around, under my shirt, each playing with a breast and nipple.
Noticing the man on the seat in front of me was unable to get his fingers inside, I spread my legs wider. I was greeted with a finger hitting its destination, entering me, feeling around inside my wet pussy.
I bit my tongue to prevent a moan from escaping me as he felt around inside me, while the man beside him reached over to start caressing my upper thigh.
This left me with a hand on each breast, a hand caressing my right thigh, and fingers penetrating me. The last guy on the seat, unfortunately, was unable to do anything other than watch. I was positively in bliss.
I pushed the man's hands away from my pussy, feeling bad for the other two guys, and shifted over, little by little, until I was directly in front of the man in the middle.
Now, all three was able to touch me without leaning over to the point of absurdity.
The man behind me, on the left side, went back to playing with my ass, playing with my anus, the man on the other side continued working on my right breast. The man sitting in front of me took over pussy duty, putting his fingers inside me while he used his thumb to stimulate my clit. The man sitting on the left side took over my other breast, fingering my nipple with slight flicks, while the man on the right side started rubbing my leg, reaching behind to fondle my ass then to the front to play in my pubic hair.
Hands all over me, trying to penetrate my anus, penetrating my pussy, fondling my breasts, drove me wild, so I was panting to prevent myself from crying out as I wanted to.
I took my hands off the handstraps and grabbed the head of the man in front of me, pulling him towards my pussy. Bending his head slightly, he ran his tongue along the top of my pussy, not able to get his tongue any closer. He was bent over, hunched, while licking my pussy the best he could.
Removing the hands from me, I knelt down, then pulled the man in the middle towards me, making him shift until his groin was comfortable positioned.
I unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis, being rewarded with a maddened lustful grin. Putting it in my mouth, I ran the head across my tongue while I swallowed his penis. Then, moving up and down, deepthroating him, I continued until be burst inside me.
I looked him in the eye, then slowly swallowed his cum, causing him to gulp slightly while staring at me wide-eyed.
Standing back upright, I grabbed the groins of the two men behind me. I worked at their pants until I located their zippers, working their penises out, until I had them firmly grasped in each hand.
I jerked their shafts upward and downward, working them as best I could, until they too came on my outer thighs and ass.
I had the man in the middle shift spots with the seated man on the left, then had him pull out his hard penis.
Turning around, I carefully sat down on his lap, working his penis into my pussy, until he was all the way in. The two men to either side worked their hands under my shirt, playing with my breasts while I rode the other. Up and down, bounce bounce, I rode him until he popped, cumming inside me.
I stood up, and motioned for him to exchange places with the man on the right side.
This time, as I squatted down over him, he had already pulled out his penis. I wanted more though, so I worked his balls out, then again worked him into my wet, cum drenched pussy.
I rode him until he too exploded, but this time I gave his balls a slight twist and squeeze, causing him to cum even more.
With that, I stood back up, adjusted my clothes, and moved past the men, feeling the cum drip down my leg, wondering if anyone would look there, noticing it dripping down as I leaked out the two men's cum. It was my stop, and I left the train, no panties, no bra, cum and my own juices dripping from me with nothing to hold them in. It was a good train ride.
I watch the scenery roll by as the train makes it's way along the tracks, the soft swaying entrancing. Beautiful green fields full of newly blossomed flowers, tightly packed houses full of hustling, bustling people. Here a truck stopped at the railroad crossing, waiting to move past on his way to his destination.
Cross country trips can be fun, with wonderful sights and sounds. But this cross country trip was more than I expected.
It was standing room only, packed for the holidays, so I was left staring out the window. True, I like watching the scenery roll by, but the press of bodies was overwhelming. It seemed to me there were very few women in this car, in fact, I could not see another at all, so I felt a bit isolated in this sea of men. I wore one of my favorite outfits (Skirt found here and tank top with over-shirt found here).
With so many people crowded into a small, confined space, you had the occasional bumping, nudging, accidental poking and prodding that you might expect.
I felt a slight touch on my ass, a hand brushing me unexpectedly. Just someone shifting around, surely an accident. I moved slightly and the hand was no longer in contact.
I continued to watch the landscape roll by, enjoying the bright light streaming outside.
Perhaps finding no other space, a man stood behind me, his hand over my head to hold the strap. I could occasionally feel his breath on the top of my head. My skirt shifted slightly, a slight brush against the back, then nothing.
I continued watching outside, thinking nothing of it, assuming that the natural push of the crowd caused someone to inadvertently brush against me.
The man moved slightly closer, so when we shifted as the train turned, I could feel him bump into me, and even once bumping into me hard enough to shove me a slight bit forward.
It was so crowded. Heat rolled off the bodies, pressed together, making it slightly warm, even with the trains air conditioning going.
I felt him move against me, pressed up so his left side was pressed against the back of my right side.
I glanced over at him, gave him a look. He flushed, shrugging his shoulders and giving me an awkward half grin, as if saying "Sorry, it is too crowded, I can't help being here".
Turning again to look out the window, I thought nothing of it.
Soon, I felt a hand again on my ass, but this time, not a brush, but resting there, softly, barely making contact, but having enough contact that my skirt was pressed against me, and I could feel the slight, ever so slight, pressure of a hand against me.
Trying to ignore it, I continued looking through the window.
The pressure increased, the hand now firmly against me, fingers motionless, hand sitting there, as if resting.
Well, I guess someone wanted a feel. There was no denying it at this point, the man was definitely copping a feel.
I pushed my ass back slightly, against his hand, then forward again.
The train shifted again, and the man stumbled against me. His hand again going to my skirt, this time fingers moving slightly, probing the curve of my ass.
No mistaking it, this guy wanted a feel. I looked over at him, and he gave me a guilty little grin. I licked my lips, slowly.
Emboldened now, he started running his free hand over my ass, feeling the curve of it, exploring my skirt. After a minute or so, I saw another arm appear over my head, as another man grabbed the bar to steady himself.
Apparently he saw what the one guy was doing, because a second hand appeared on me, exploring my other ass cheek.
Soon, they were both rubbing and squeezing my ass through my skirt and panties.
The two moved together, shoulder to shoulder, forming a wall behind me.
One hand moved down, contacting the bare skin of my leg just below the hem of my skirt. The other hand soon joined it, but did not stop there. Following my leg upward, my skirt was lifted slightly, the hand making contact with my panties, running along the bottom, where the elastic held them tight against my leg.
On the opposite side, the hand moved up, past the elastic, exploring my ass through my panties. No longer was he feeling me through my skirt, but closer, almost in contact.
A finger slipped under the leg elastic, coming into contact with the flesh of my ass, working its way back and forth. The other, moving to the waistband, then down to explore the top area.
One hand moved up, the other down, until each ass cheek was being groped and my panties were twisting between them.
The man on the right of me, who was going down from the top, removed his hand completely while the other started running his fingers along my ass crack, then trying to put his fingers inside. I clamped my cheeks together, denying him access.
The other hand came back, but this time running along the side of my panties, before tugging the side downward.
Once the other guy noticed what was being done, he joined in to help, and started pulling down my panties on the left side.
Soon my panties slid down, appearing below my skirt, slid down further, until they fell to my knees.
I shifted my legs until they fell down to my shoes. The man in front of me noticed, looked into my eyes with a little alarm, and a little lust. He watched their decent from hemline to shoes. Bunched around my shoes, he leaned forward, reaching down, trying to angle himself so he could peek up my skirt. The two other men on the seat looked at him, looked at me, and looked where he was reaching, towards my shoes, with my panties bunched up around them.
The man on the seat in front of me reached for my panties. I lifted my shoes, shaking them off, until they fell to the floor. He grabbed them up, sniffed them, then shyly handed them to me.
Taking them from him, I slipped them into my purse.
That was the signal for them that I was fair game.
The other two men looked at each other, grinning from ear to ear, before turning their gaze towards me.
The back of my skirt again lifted, and the men ran their hands over my now bare ass. This time, I let one of them put his fingers between my cheeks, run his fingers along my crack, inside my crack, start fingering my anus lightly.
The other man, seeing that my ass was currently busy, instead decided to move his hands to my shirt. He slipped his hand under the bottom of my shirt, up my side, to much controlled laughing as he tickled me.
He slipped his hand around to the front, and my tank top wriggled with his fingers trying to move further up my body.
The man in the seat in front of me lifted my skirt, staring at my Bermuda Triangle shaved pubic hair (Yes, this is my real trim, normally either this, a Bikini line, or a landing strip. I have only went full Brazilian once, when I messed up the trim).
He ran his fingers through my fur, while the other guy fingered my ass, and the third guy had reached my bra, trying to get around the top and inside the cup.
The man on my left stopped fingering my ass, reaching up to unclasp my bra. holding up my hand, palm forward, they stopped. I took off my bra, moving first one strap out the arm hole, then down and off my arm, followed by the other side, to finally pull my bra out of the arm hole. One of the men laughed, and I tucked it into my purse, to sit along side my panties.
I adjusted my stance to balance myself from the movements of the swaying train, spreading my legs slightly (Do you honestly think I would spread my legs to maintain balance?). Fingers slid between my legs, the man sitting in front of me rubbing the outside of my pussy, trying to work his way inside. The other two men behind me each brought an arm around, under my shirt, each playing with a breast and nipple.
Noticing the man on the seat in front of me was unable to get his fingers inside, I spread my legs wider. I was greeted with a finger hitting its destination, entering me, feeling around inside my wet pussy.
I bit my tongue to prevent a moan from escaping me as he felt around inside me, while the man beside him reached over to start caressing my upper thigh.
This left me with a hand on each breast, a hand caressing my right thigh, and fingers penetrating me. The last guy on the seat, unfortunately, was unable to do anything other than watch. I was positively in bliss.
I pushed the man's hands away from my pussy, feeling bad for the other two guys, and shifted over, little by little, until I was directly in front of the man in the middle.
Now, all three was able to touch me without leaning over to the point of absurdity.
The man behind me, on the left side, went back to playing with my ass, playing with my anus, the man on the other side continued working on my right breast. The man sitting in front of me took over pussy duty, putting his fingers inside me while he used his thumb to stimulate my clit. The man sitting on the left side took over my other breast, fingering my nipple with slight flicks, while the man on the right side started rubbing my leg, reaching behind to fondle my ass then to the front to play in my pubic hair.
Hands all over me, trying to penetrate my anus, penetrating my pussy, fondling my breasts, drove me wild, so I was panting to prevent myself from crying out as I wanted to.
I took my hands off the handstraps and grabbed the head of the man in front of me, pulling him towards my pussy. Bending his head slightly, he ran his tongue along the top of my pussy, not able to get his tongue any closer. He was bent over, hunched, while licking my pussy the best he could.
Removing the hands from me, I knelt down, then pulled the man in the middle towards me, making him shift until his groin was comfortable positioned.
I unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis, being rewarded with a maddened lustful grin. Putting it in my mouth, I ran the head across my tongue while I swallowed his penis. Then, moving up and down, deepthroating him, I continued until be burst inside me.
I looked him in the eye, then slowly swallowed his cum, causing him to gulp slightly while staring at me wide-eyed.
Standing back upright, I grabbed the groins of the two men behind me. I worked at their pants until I located their zippers, working their penises out, until I had them firmly grasped in each hand.
I jerked their shafts upward and downward, working them as best I could, until they too came on my outer thighs and ass.
I had the man in the middle shift spots with the seated man on the left, then had him pull out his hard penis.
Turning around, I carefully sat down on his lap, working his penis into my pussy, until he was all the way in. The two men to either side worked their hands under my shirt, playing with my breasts while I rode the other. Up and down, bounce bounce, I rode him until he popped, cumming inside me.
I stood up, and motioned for him to exchange places with the man on the right side.
This time, as I squatted down over him, he had already pulled out his penis. I wanted more though, so I worked his balls out, then again worked him into my wet, cum drenched pussy.
I rode him until he too exploded, but this time I gave his balls a slight twist and squeeze, causing him to cum even more.
With that, I stood back up, adjusted my clothes, and moved past the men, feeling the cum drip down my leg, wondering if anyone would look there, noticing it dripping down as I leaked out the two men's cum. It was my stop, and I left the train, no panties, no bra, cum and my own juices dripping from me with nothing to hold them in. It was a good train ride.
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