Its Smut weekend. And I haven't got anything written. My bad. Its not that I've been uninspired. In fact, I've been mightily inspired, and I will be again in a few days. But right now I have neither the time or the inclination to write it.
So I'll leave it up to you guys. Each reader gets to submit a bit. And you can do what you will with it. But don't hog the storyline, please keep your additions to a paragraph if you can.
I'll begin.
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A storm was rolling in. Wendy glanced up. What a perfect end to the night. Her date was a bust. There was no conversation. No chemistry. She doubted if he could even get it up if she had gone home with him. Which he didn't offer. She couldn't beleive she didn't wear underwear for the night. Bastard was a waste of her time.
He seemed nice when they met a t the party. Tall, quiet but gentlemanly. She must have been pretty drunk. He wasn't tall. He wasn't quiet either. Oh no, he was absolutely silent. She would have wondered if he was a mute, but his staccato answers guaranteed otherwise. An he was certainly not gentlemanly. He spent the entire evening staring at her tits, and then made her pay the bill!
She shivered out of anger, frustration and cold. The wind eddied leaves around her ankles, and they scratched as they twisted against her skin. Mark was going to pick her up. Sweet, reliable Mark. But she'd opted to walk away from her lecherous date and have Mark pick her up out on the street. She wondered how long he'd be. It began to rain.
She ducked under a tree and hoped Mark would show up before the lightning moved in too. The drops fell thick and fast. She was well and truly soaked, cold and shivering, before headlights turned into the street.
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Sunday, October 28, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
The first time
Closing the door behind him, he looked at her staring around the room. She wore a gorgeous dress, tight across the bodice, fastened with hooks all the way down the back, and covered in lace. Her skirt flowed straight down and gently swept the floor. He'd never seen that outfit until today. Her shoes were already discarded by the door.
She turned to face him. A gentle smile swept across her face and her green eyes danced at the sight of him. He hesitated. They'd been together for what seemed like a million times, and he was as comfortable with her as he was with his pet cat. So why was it so awkward all of a sudden? Nothing had really changed, or so he told himself.
He shrugged off his jacket and dropped it on top of her shoes. Turning he moved over to the bar. It had been a big day, it passed in a blur. He didn't even know if he'd even eaten anything. He ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated the drinks. Mixing himself a gin and tonic, he heard her move to the bathroom.
He followed her in there and stood in the doorway while he drank. She was stunning, seeing her today... it took his breath away. And seeing her now... he was inexplicably proud. He's taken a wildcat and managed to convince her to love him and to want to be with him. She was slim, perfectly toned, with shimmering green eyes set in a delicate face, surrounded long blonde hair. Everywhere they went people looked at her. If they saw him they often wondered who he was to be with someone like that. He was about her height, maybe a little shorter, with thick dark hair and dark eyes. He had an alright body, he supposed, but nothing to brag about.
She gasped as she pulled a pin out of her hair and pouted into the mirror. He moved forward and wrapped one hand around her waist, placing the drink on the sink with the other. She moved back into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his. Leaving one hand wrapped around her waist, he pushed her hair aside and kissed her gently on the back of the neck, just behind the ear. She smiled and melted into his embrace, eyes closed and head turned slightly to face him. He pulled his face back and began to examine her hair for more pins, removing any as he saw them.
Slowly he ran his hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. Her hair had been pinned so tightly, and as much as she'd wanted to scratch all day, she couldn't. It was bliss for her. He loved to do little things like this for her. She was so wound up about today. And now it was over she could finally relax. She turned her head over her shoulder and their eyes met. Wrapping his arms around her again, he held her tight for a kiss.
Shivers went down his spine to the soles of his feet the moment his lips touched hers. They were smooth and soft, pressing against his perfectly. They stood there, in the bathroom, like that for what seemed an eternity. Finally she pulled away from him slightly and turned to face him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she could feel his hand slide around her waist. She moved in for the kiss again. This time it was more demanding of him. She could feel every inch of him, pressed against her. She slowly slid a hand down his chest and left it there, pressed against his heart. She could feel it pulsing through his shirt.
His hand slowly slipped up her back, plucking the hooks at the back of her bodice. He knew he would never get it undone this way, it was just a contrast to feeling skin there. However, she had other ideas.
'Mind if I take this off?' she murmured into his adams apple.
'Is it that uncomfortable?' He asked her. 'You look so amazing in it.'
'I know I do, thats why I chose it,' she grinned at him. 'But its so...' she waved her hands vaguely, 'fatiguing,' she finished.
Her hands stretched around to where his were, and she began pulling ineffectively at the hooks. 'Here,' he said, spinning her around so her back was facing him, 'I'll be quicker.' And he was, within moments it had loosened around her chest and she realised it had restricted her breathing all day. A few more moments and she was free of the dress, and it slid down to the floor.
He let out a small cough in his surprise. One moment he was standing behind her, loosening the dress, the next he was staring at her perfect, smooth arse. She was wearing nothing except a white lace thong and her white stockings, held up by a thick lace band. She put her hand on her hip and breathed hard in relief, before turning to face him with a sexy smile. The wildcat was clearly out.
She slid her hands from his waist, up his chest and sat them on his shoulder, with her forearms planted against his chest as she kissed him teasingly. 'Well Mr Parkes, how about I return the favour?'
Slowly she nibbled at his earlobe, undoing his top button. One hand working the buttons, the other slid down his chest. Her lips fluttered just above her finger tips, her tongue flicking against his taut body occasionally. He tasted slightly salty and of stress, but she wouldn't have it any other way. With a gentle tug she pulled his shirt out of the top of his pants and went to work on his belt. Her nimble fingers undid the clasp, and with a practiced flick of her wrist she tugged it off. She could smell his excitement as she looked up and met his eyes. Her hands found themselves at his knees, and she rose slowly, never breaking eye contact. He could feel her hands move up his legs, across his groin. He expected her to stop and play when she got there, but instead she gave him a quick caress through his pants and continued her journey upwards, sliding her hands under his shirt and all the way to his shoulders.
She kissed him again. More intensely now. He knew exactly what she wanted. Well, truth be told, he'd known since he walked in the door and saw her standing there. Her kisses became harder, more demanding. Usually at this stage his pants would be off, she'd have her hand on his dick. But now her hands were at his shoulders, under the collar of his open shirt. Slowly she moved her hands back and caught his shirt. Her hands slid over his back, arms encircling him as she tugged his shirt off.
As she flung his shirt to the ground he surprised her. Her attention was not on him at that moment, so she squealed as he picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed and she bounced slightly, looking slightly stunned, staring at him. He stood over her, dark and brooding. She could see him pushing against his pants, and it was at odds with the serious look he wore. She broke into a fit of giggles and he launched himself onto the bed, bouncing neatly beside her.
He leaned up on his elbow and kissed her, deep and full of longing. His hand gently caressed her firm breast. He could feel her nipple poking into the palm of his hand. Leaning forward he closed his mouth around the other nipple and sucked gently. The warmth, moistness and pressure his mouth exerted against her already sensitive nipple made her arch her back, pressing herself into him, and sent shivers through her gut. His hand snaked down her stomach and found her thong. He began caressing her crotch, and he could feel moisture seeping through the lace. She moaned and pushed against him again.
He pulled away from her breast and focused on her underwear. He slipped one hand down each hip, hooking his thumbs over the outside of the thong, and slid it off. She obliged him by lifting her ass off the bed. He ran his hands down the entire length of her legs, feeling the smoothness of the stocking laid so closely to her hard calves, caressing them with his eyes the entire way. He maneuvered til he was kneeling between her legs, facing her. Slipping one hand inside the top of one of her stockings, her slowly rolled it down, gently kissing and nibbling the softer flesh of her thigh as he did so. Flicking the stocking away, he did the same with the other.
Leaning forward he gently nibbled on her stomach, slowly trailing down to her pussy. His hand was gently fingering the slit, gliding through the wetness, barely making contact with her clit. She pushed against his hand, but his finger merely skated over her most sensitive zones. As his mouth moved closer, he began to move two fingers inside her, slowly, gently. He watched as she began to climax for the first time. She back arched, her knees pulled up to her chest. He looked up, hoping to make eye contact, but she was too focused on the headboard of the bed, squealing for real this time.
All she could focus on was herself in that moment. His fingers were pressing repeatedly against her, and she was beginning to come. She gasped and cried out. Satisfied that she was at climax, he decided to push her a little more. Hand still inside her, he buried his face in her pussy and licked greedily, working with his lips and giving the occasional suck. Pushing against him, she came. Hard. Wriggling and writhing on the bed, knees up around her ears. He was stuck in that moment too, tasting the sweetness of her excitement.
He pulled his face away from her, and watched as she stilled herself. She wasn't really responding to his hands anymore. He stretched forward, over her, and kissed her gently. She was still coming down from her orgasm, so responded slowly.
He stood up to take off his pants, sliding them down around his hips. She watched his manhood bounce as it left the confines of his clothing. By the time he had stepped out of his pants, she was sitting at the edge of the bed, eying off his massive cock. He caught sight of her sitting, there, waiting, and grinned, pushing his pelvis out, inviting her to have a taste. She looked up at him, slipping one hand up his thighs. She grazed the back of her hand over his balls, before returning and caressing them in her palm. Slowly she slid her mouth down over the head of his cock, giving the slightest pressure. She was more concerned with rubbing as much as she could with her tongue right now, which she did, in long, hard stokes. Her hand alternated between touching his stomach or chest when she could reach it, and stroking the shaft. Her head bobbed as she sucked at him, and his groans made her quiver.
Pulling away suddenly, she glanced up at him. Lips pursed, she pressed them against the tip of his cock and began to stroke him.He pushed against her lips, but she didn't open them. Instead she smirked at him. Frustrated he pushed again. She pulled away and laughed playfully, relenting to stroke him. Lifting his cock, she licked and nibbled the underside, from tip to balls and back again. She made to suck him again, but he pulled away.
Sliding back on the bed, she reclined on her elbows, looking at him from between her legs. A seductive smile crossed her face as she eyed him off. He knelt between her legs again and leaned over her.
'Strange to think that this is the peak of you loving me,' she grinned wickedly. The hellcat again.
'If the last four years are any indication, I'll love you more tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after,' he said truthfully. Her wicked grin became a girlish, slightly embarrassed smile. 'I love you.' He leaned in to kiss her again, deeply this time, and as they kissed, he entered her.
She was warm, and moist, and she hugged his cock perfectly. He loved the way she felt around him. This moment, he was absorbed by her. She overwhelmed his senses and they blended as one. They moved as one, him plunging deep into her. Every move he made her legs slid a little more up his back, until they were wrapped around his waist. She loved this part, where they just warmed up. She loved his weight, pressed against her hips, grinding them into the bed. She loved the little grunts he made with every thrust. She loved the way sweat began to pepper his brow, and his eyes glazed as he got lost in the moment. Without this contact, there was no love, and their actions were empty. She knew how to make him quiver with excitement. He loved to be ridden.
'My turn to be in control.' That broke his reverie. He gave her a small kiss, and moved to pull away. She kept her legs wrapped around him, and used his weight to help her move smoothly on top of him.
He had slipped out during that maneuver, so she guided him back inside. She gently rode him, enjoying the sensation of him pressing inside her, loving the feel of him being with her. He hit completely different areas this way. She was tighter too, so she enjoyed it more. Every bounce sent shivers through her, a rippling effect of pleasure coursing her body.
Suddenly his hands were on her hips, guiding her faster and harder. Her screams seemed to echo through the room as she came. Her back arched and her hands clawed at her hair. She spasmed around his cock and stopped for an instant as she peaked. With a grunt she began her descent, still riding him. He could feel her come swirled around his dick as he thrust into her tightening pussy with urgency. The tension was building inside him, and it released suddenly, filling her. She could feel him quivering beneath her, gasping and shuddering.
Slowly she stilled. His cock was still buried in her as she sat astride him. She seemed to sag a little as she exhaled and looked at him. He met her gaze, deep and level, and she exclaimed, 'Oh. Mister Parkes!'
He glanced through to the bathroom and spied her white dress still lying on the floor. He ran his hand down her left arm, lifting her hand he fondled the band that newly encircled her ring finger. 'Mrs Parkes.'
She turned to face him. A gentle smile swept across her face and her green eyes danced at the sight of him. He hesitated. They'd been together for what seemed like a million times, and he was as comfortable with her as he was with his pet cat. So why was it so awkward all of a sudden? Nothing had really changed, or so he told himself.
He shrugged off his jacket and dropped it on top of her shoes. Turning he moved over to the bar. It had been a big day, it passed in a blur. He didn't even know if he'd even eaten anything. He ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated the drinks. Mixing himself a gin and tonic, he heard her move to the bathroom.
He followed her in there and stood in the doorway while he drank. She was stunning, seeing her today... it took his breath away. And seeing her now... he was inexplicably proud. He's taken a wildcat and managed to convince her to love him and to want to be with him. She was slim, perfectly toned, with shimmering green eyes set in a delicate face, surrounded long blonde hair. Everywhere they went people looked at her. If they saw him they often wondered who he was to be with someone like that. He was about her height, maybe a little shorter, with thick dark hair and dark eyes. He had an alright body, he supposed, but nothing to brag about.
She gasped as she pulled a pin out of her hair and pouted into the mirror. He moved forward and wrapped one hand around her waist, placing the drink on the sink with the other. She moved back into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his. Leaving one hand wrapped around her waist, he pushed her hair aside and kissed her gently on the back of the neck, just behind the ear. She smiled and melted into his embrace, eyes closed and head turned slightly to face him. He pulled his face back and began to examine her hair for more pins, removing any as he saw them.
Slowly he ran his hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. Her hair had been pinned so tightly, and as much as she'd wanted to scratch all day, she couldn't. It was bliss for her. He loved to do little things like this for her. She was so wound up about today. And now it was over she could finally relax. She turned her head over her shoulder and their eyes met. Wrapping his arms around her again, he held her tight for a kiss.
Shivers went down his spine to the soles of his feet the moment his lips touched hers. They were smooth and soft, pressing against his perfectly. They stood there, in the bathroom, like that for what seemed an eternity. Finally she pulled away from him slightly and turned to face him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she could feel his hand slide around her waist. She moved in for the kiss again. This time it was more demanding of him. She could feel every inch of him, pressed against her. She slowly slid a hand down his chest and left it there, pressed against his heart. She could feel it pulsing through his shirt.
His hand slowly slipped up her back, plucking the hooks at the back of her bodice. He knew he would never get it undone this way, it was just a contrast to feeling skin there. However, she had other ideas.
'Mind if I take this off?' she murmured into his adams apple.
'Is it that uncomfortable?' He asked her. 'You look so amazing in it.'
'I know I do, thats why I chose it,' she grinned at him. 'But its so...' she waved her hands vaguely, 'fatiguing,' she finished.
Her hands stretched around to where his were, and she began pulling ineffectively at the hooks. 'Here,' he said, spinning her around so her back was facing him, 'I'll be quicker.' And he was, within moments it had loosened around her chest and she realised it had restricted her breathing all day. A few more moments and she was free of the dress, and it slid down to the floor.
He let out a small cough in his surprise. One moment he was standing behind her, loosening the dress, the next he was staring at her perfect, smooth arse. She was wearing nothing except a white lace thong and her white stockings, held up by a thick lace band. She put her hand on her hip and breathed hard in relief, before turning to face him with a sexy smile. The wildcat was clearly out.
She slid her hands from his waist, up his chest and sat them on his shoulder, with her forearms planted against his chest as she kissed him teasingly. 'Well Mr Parkes, how about I return the favour?'
Slowly she nibbled at his earlobe, undoing his top button. One hand working the buttons, the other slid down his chest. Her lips fluttered just above her finger tips, her tongue flicking against his taut body occasionally. He tasted slightly salty and of stress, but she wouldn't have it any other way. With a gentle tug she pulled his shirt out of the top of his pants and went to work on his belt. Her nimble fingers undid the clasp, and with a practiced flick of her wrist she tugged it off. She could smell his excitement as she looked up and met his eyes. Her hands found themselves at his knees, and she rose slowly, never breaking eye contact. He could feel her hands move up his legs, across his groin. He expected her to stop and play when she got there, but instead she gave him a quick caress through his pants and continued her journey upwards, sliding her hands under his shirt and all the way to his shoulders.
She kissed him again. More intensely now. He knew exactly what she wanted. Well, truth be told, he'd known since he walked in the door and saw her standing there. Her kisses became harder, more demanding. Usually at this stage his pants would be off, she'd have her hand on his dick. But now her hands were at his shoulders, under the collar of his open shirt. Slowly she moved her hands back and caught his shirt. Her hands slid over his back, arms encircling him as she tugged his shirt off.
As she flung his shirt to the ground he surprised her. Her attention was not on him at that moment, so she squealed as he picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed and she bounced slightly, looking slightly stunned, staring at him. He stood over her, dark and brooding. She could see him pushing against his pants, and it was at odds with the serious look he wore. She broke into a fit of giggles and he launched himself onto the bed, bouncing neatly beside her.
He leaned up on his elbow and kissed her, deep and full of longing. His hand gently caressed her firm breast. He could feel her nipple poking into the palm of his hand. Leaning forward he closed his mouth around the other nipple and sucked gently. The warmth, moistness and pressure his mouth exerted against her already sensitive nipple made her arch her back, pressing herself into him, and sent shivers through her gut. His hand snaked down her stomach and found her thong. He began caressing her crotch, and he could feel moisture seeping through the lace. She moaned and pushed against him again.
He pulled away from her breast and focused on her underwear. He slipped one hand down each hip, hooking his thumbs over the outside of the thong, and slid it off. She obliged him by lifting her ass off the bed. He ran his hands down the entire length of her legs, feeling the smoothness of the stocking laid so closely to her hard calves, caressing them with his eyes the entire way. He maneuvered til he was kneeling between her legs, facing her. Slipping one hand inside the top of one of her stockings, her slowly rolled it down, gently kissing and nibbling the softer flesh of her thigh as he did so. Flicking the stocking away, he did the same with the other.
Leaning forward he gently nibbled on her stomach, slowly trailing down to her pussy. His hand was gently fingering the slit, gliding through the wetness, barely making contact with her clit. She pushed against his hand, but his finger merely skated over her most sensitive zones. As his mouth moved closer, he began to move two fingers inside her, slowly, gently. He watched as she began to climax for the first time. She back arched, her knees pulled up to her chest. He looked up, hoping to make eye contact, but she was too focused on the headboard of the bed, squealing for real this time.
All she could focus on was herself in that moment. His fingers were pressing repeatedly against her, and she was beginning to come. She gasped and cried out. Satisfied that she was at climax, he decided to push her a little more. Hand still inside her, he buried his face in her pussy and licked greedily, working with his lips and giving the occasional suck. Pushing against him, she came. Hard. Wriggling and writhing on the bed, knees up around her ears. He was stuck in that moment too, tasting the sweetness of her excitement.
He pulled his face away from her, and watched as she stilled herself. She wasn't really responding to his hands anymore. He stretched forward, over her, and kissed her gently. She was still coming down from her orgasm, so responded slowly.
He stood up to take off his pants, sliding them down around his hips. She watched his manhood bounce as it left the confines of his clothing. By the time he had stepped out of his pants, she was sitting at the edge of the bed, eying off his massive cock. He caught sight of her sitting, there, waiting, and grinned, pushing his pelvis out, inviting her to have a taste. She looked up at him, slipping one hand up his thighs. She grazed the back of her hand over his balls, before returning and caressing them in her palm. Slowly she slid her mouth down over the head of his cock, giving the slightest pressure. She was more concerned with rubbing as much as she could with her tongue right now, which she did, in long, hard stokes. Her hand alternated between touching his stomach or chest when she could reach it, and stroking the shaft. Her head bobbed as she sucked at him, and his groans made her quiver.
Pulling away suddenly, she glanced up at him. Lips pursed, she pressed them against the tip of his cock and began to stroke him.He pushed against her lips, but she didn't open them. Instead she smirked at him. Frustrated he pushed again. She pulled away and laughed playfully, relenting to stroke him. Lifting his cock, she licked and nibbled the underside, from tip to balls and back again. She made to suck him again, but he pulled away.
Sliding back on the bed, she reclined on her elbows, looking at him from between her legs. A seductive smile crossed her face as she eyed him off. He knelt between her legs again and leaned over her.
'Strange to think that this is the peak of you loving me,' she grinned wickedly. The hellcat again.
'If the last four years are any indication, I'll love you more tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after,' he said truthfully. Her wicked grin became a girlish, slightly embarrassed smile. 'I love you.' He leaned in to kiss her again, deeply this time, and as they kissed, he entered her.
She was warm, and moist, and she hugged his cock perfectly. He loved the way she felt around him. This moment, he was absorbed by her. She overwhelmed his senses and they blended as one. They moved as one, him plunging deep into her. Every move he made her legs slid a little more up his back, until they were wrapped around his waist. She loved this part, where they just warmed up. She loved his weight, pressed against her hips, grinding them into the bed. She loved the little grunts he made with every thrust. She loved the way sweat began to pepper his brow, and his eyes glazed as he got lost in the moment. Without this contact, there was no love, and their actions were empty. She knew how to make him quiver with excitement. He loved to be ridden.
'My turn to be in control.' That broke his reverie. He gave her a small kiss, and moved to pull away. She kept her legs wrapped around him, and used his weight to help her move smoothly on top of him.
He had slipped out during that maneuver, so she guided him back inside. She gently rode him, enjoying the sensation of him pressing inside her, loving the feel of him being with her. He hit completely different areas this way. She was tighter too, so she enjoyed it more. Every bounce sent shivers through her, a rippling effect of pleasure coursing her body.
Suddenly his hands were on her hips, guiding her faster and harder. Her screams seemed to echo through the room as she came. Her back arched and her hands clawed at her hair. She spasmed around his cock and stopped for an instant as she peaked. With a grunt she began her descent, still riding him. He could feel her come swirled around his dick as he thrust into her tightening pussy with urgency. The tension was building inside him, and it released suddenly, filling her. She could feel him quivering beneath her, gasping and shuddering.
Slowly she stilled. His cock was still buried in her as she sat astride him. She seemed to sag a little as she exhaled and looked at him. He met her gaze, deep and level, and she exclaimed, 'Oh. Mister Parkes!'
He glanced through to the bathroom and spied her white dress still lying on the floor. He ran his hand down her left arm, lifting her hand he fondled the band that newly encircled her ring finger. 'Mrs Parkes.'
Saturday, August 04, 2007
The dinner party.
Harry walked into the kitchen. His wife Janine was busy preparing dinner. The house was spotless. Shiny. You could see your reflection in the fridge door.
She looked fantastic. In a short grey skirt that accentuated the curve of her ass. And a white blouse. Perfectly buttoned to be feminine but reserved. He could vaguely see her bra through the shirt. Maybe he was imagining it. Whatever. The overall effect was a suggestion of her soft tits, without being obvious. She threw the spoon into the sink and turned to him. "Its all ready."
They were throwing a dinner party that night. It was time for her parents to meet his parents. She wanted everything to be perfect for this one occasion. And it was. Except for one thing. "My mum just rang. They're running a bit late. She didn't want you to worry."
A small crease appeared between her eyes. She scanned the area, looking for something to do. Harry moved closer. Her scent right now was driving him crazy. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "Everything is perfect babe," he murmured into her soft blonde hair.
She turned her face to him, tilting upwards for a kiss. He held her tighter, pressing her into his well muscled body. She slowly slipped her hands up his chest to his neck, winding her fingers into his hair as they kissed. It began long and slow, reassuring. But suddenly all of her nervous energy reached boiling point. She kissed him hard, biting his lips slightly, pressing her tongue into his with such urgency that he couldn't help but respond.
As she pulled at his hair he lowered his hands and tugged at her skirt. It was so damn tight. She could feel him straining against his jeans as he began to instinctively grind against her pussy. He stepped forwards, pushing her roughly against the bench. He made to pull her skirt up but she shoved his hands away. She unzipped it and let it drop, taking her panties with it, scooting them out of the way. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her onto the bench. Moving in to kiss her again. And as he kissed her she undid his jeans, yanking them down in one swift motion.
His mouth was hard on hers, his body was hard against hers, and his throbbing cock was hard against her glistening pussy, separated by a thin layer of cotton. He could feel her wetness seeping through his underwear. Her hand was down his pants, on his arse, moving with him as he ground against her. She pulled away from his kiss and cried out in pleasure. He bent down to remove his pants and caught sight of her pussy. He glanced up at her, to meet her eye, but she was leaning back slightly, panting. Her hands caressed her breasts through her shirt.
He moved closer. Reaching out a finger to gently touch her pussy, he heard her panting stop. He gently slid one finger in, slowly. He pulled it out, equally as slowly. His finger glistened too. He moved his fingers against the smooth opening to her pussy, before sliding two in, applying gentle but repeated pressure against her g spot. His mouth slammed against her clit unexpectedly, and her back arched. He nibbled it for a moment, feeling her tighten around his finger. She moaned and began to rock her hips to the rhythm that he sucked at her.
Looking up he met her eyes. Her gorgeous honey brown eyes gave him the most lusty glare they could muster. The sight of him rising to her, eyes never wavering from hers, her excitement smeared across his face, was too much for her. She made to slide off the bench to return the favour, but he pressed her back. His hand was on her waist, his lips were on hers. She melted into his embrace as he slowly slipped his fat cock into her. Grinding slowly into her, she could feel him slowly approaching her most sensitive spot. Moving faster, she was stimulated beyond crazy, but he wasn't quite hitting the right zone. Though she was still enjoying the feel of his cock, the connection, his mouth on hers, the frenzy with which he pumped her.
Gasping she pulled away from the kiss and pushed him backwards. He was caught by surprise and stepped a few feet back. He looked offended, but the sight of him standing there, naked from the waist down his hard cock pointing straight at her, quivering as he breathed, was almost burned into her retinas.
She, in turn, was still sitting on the bench, naked from the waist down. One leg dangled, but the other was slightly raised, from where it was wrapped around him. He could see her pussy. He could see into her pussy. It was dark, tight and inviting. She closed her legs coyly, and slid off the bench. Never breaking eye contact, she turned and leaned over the bench, thighs parted sightly, a clear invitation.
He stepped forward and slipped the tip of his cock into her. Putting a hand on each hip, he used as much force as he could to slam straight into her. She screamed. This was more like it. With this position, he always hit her exactly where she needed it. Each thrust sent a ripple through her body. Harder and faster he went, she moved with his rhythm, back arching and screaming as she came.
Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her hair. Her screams encouraged him. Pushing harder, he felt himself begin to come. He pulled out and came on the back of her legs, watching it begin to run slowly down as if through a haze. Their breathing slowed, as if in sync. He leaned over her and put his hand next to hers on the bench. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as she struggled to open her eyes.
A knock at the door aroused them from their stupor. Janine's parents were at the door. Hurriedly, Harry pulled up his jeans and did up the zip. Janine leaped for her skirt and panties. She couldn't find anything with which to wipe the come off her legs, so she used her panties. Pulling up her skirt she could hear Harry opening the door to them. She checked her reflection in the fridge door and smoothed her hair. Glancing at the panties she bent down and shoved them under the fridge, straightening up as her mother entered the room.
"I don't know what you've been doing in here, but it smells wonderful."
She looked fantastic. In a short grey skirt that accentuated the curve of her ass. And a white blouse. Perfectly buttoned to be feminine but reserved. He could vaguely see her bra through the shirt. Maybe he was imagining it. Whatever. The overall effect was a suggestion of her soft tits, without being obvious. She threw the spoon into the sink and turned to him. "Its all ready."
They were throwing a dinner party that night. It was time for her parents to meet his parents. She wanted everything to be perfect for this one occasion. And it was. Except for one thing. "My mum just rang. They're running a bit late. She didn't want you to worry."
A small crease appeared between her eyes. She scanned the area, looking for something to do. Harry moved closer. Her scent right now was driving him crazy. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "Everything is perfect babe," he murmured into her soft blonde hair.
She turned her face to him, tilting upwards for a kiss. He held her tighter, pressing her into his well muscled body. She slowly slipped her hands up his chest to his neck, winding her fingers into his hair as they kissed. It began long and slow, reassuring. But suddenly all of her nervous energy reached boiling point. She kissed him hard, biting his lips slightly, pressing her tongue into his with such urgency that he couldn't help but respond.
As she pulled at his hair he lowered his hands and tugged at her skirt. It was so damn tight. She could feel him straining against his jeans as he began to instinctively grind against her pussy. He stepped forwards, pushing her roughly against the bench. He made to pull her skirt up but she shoved his hands away. She unzipped it and let it drop, taking her panties with it, scooting them out of the way. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her onto the bench. Moving in to kiss her again. And as he kissed her she undid his jeans, yanking them down in one swift motion.
His mouth was hard on hers, his body was hard against hers, and his throbbing cock was hard against her glistening pussy, separated by a thin layer of cotton. He could feel her wetness seeping through his underwear. Her hand was down his pants, on his arse, moving with him as he ground against her. She pulled away from his kiss and cried out in pleasure. He bent down to remove his pants and caught sight of her pussy. He glanced up at her, to meet her eye, but she was leaning back slightly, panting. Her hands caressed her breasts through her shirt.
He moved closer. Reaching out a finger to gently touch her pussy, he heard her panting stop. He gently slid one finger in, slowly. He pulled it out, equally as slowly. His finger glistened too. He moved his fingers against the smooth opening to her pussy, before sliding two in, applying gentle but repeated pressure against her g spot. His mouth slammed against her clit unexpectedly, and her back arched. He nibbled it for a moment, feeling her tighten around his finger. She moaned and began to rock her hips to the rhythm that he sucked at her.
Looking up he met her eyes. Her gorgeous honey brown eyes gave him the most lusty glare they could muster. The sight of him rising to her, eyes never wavering from hers, her excitement smeared across his face, was too much for her. She made to slide off the bench to return the favour, but he pressed her back. His hand was on her waist, his lips were on hers. She melted into his embrace as he slowly slipped his fat cock into her. Grinding slowly into her, she could feel him slowly approaching her most sensitive spot. Moving faster, she was stimulated beyond crazy, but he wasn't quite hitting the right zone. Though she was still enjoying the feel of his cock, the connection, his mouth on hers, the frenzy with which he pumped her.
Gasping she pulled away from the kiss and pushed him backwards. He was caught by surprise and stepped a few feet back. He looked offended, but the sight of him standing there, naked from the waist down his hard cock pointing straight at her, quivering as he breathed, was almost burned into her retinas.
She, in turn, was still sitting on the bench, naked from the waist down. One leg dangled, but the other was slightly raised, from where it was wrapped around him. He could see her pussy. He could see into her pussy. It was dark, tight and inviting. She closed her legs coyly, and slid off the bench. Never breaking eye contact, she turned and leaned over the bench, thighs parted sightly, a clear invitation.
He stepped forward and slipped the tip of his cock into her. Putting a hand on each hip, he used as much force as he could to slam straight into her. She screamed. This was more like it. With this position, he always hit her exactly where she needed it. Each thrust sent a ripple through her body. Harder and faster he went, she moved with his rhythm, back arching and screaming as she came.
Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her hair. Her screams encouraged him. Pushing harder, he felt himself begin to come. He pulled out and came on the back of her legs, watching it begin to run slowly down as if through a haze. Their breathing slowed, as if in sync. He leaned over her and put his hand next to hers on the bench. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as she struggled to open her eyes.
A knock at the door aroused them from their stupor. Janine's parents were at the door. Hurriedly, Harry pulled up his jeans and did up the zip. Janine leaped for her skirt and panties. She couldn't find anything with which to wipe the come off her legs, so she used her panties. Pulling up her skirt she could hear Harry opening the door to them. She checked her reflection in the fridge door and smoothed her hair. Glancing at the panties she bent down and shoved them under the fridge, straightening up as her mother entered the room.
"I don't know what you've been doing in here, but it smells wonderful."
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Daydreams and Desires - the finale
Daydreams and Desires Part 1
Daydreams and Desires Part 2
Laughing, he gripped himself and made to enter her. He gently flicked his cock against the wet, smooth opening to her pussy. Pulling away slightly, he moved himself upwards, rubbing the smooth, soft skin of his head against the warm wet bump that was her pleasure centre.
This was too soon after he went down on her, and she moaned and twisted away slightly, panting hard. He moved into position to enter her. Slowly pushing his cock into her, he felt her contract ever so slightly. Sliding slowly into her, he relished the feel of every ridge, every soft spot, as it hugged his shaft. He was moving too slowly for her. She began raise her hips, trying to get him into her faster.
'Oh no baby. Not let. Let me do it.'
She fell back, letting him enter her at his own pace, breathing ever so lightly. She didn't want to be distracted from the sensation of him entering her, rubbing where she hadn't been touched by him yet. When he was almost all of the way in, he began to thrust. Slow, shallow thrusts to begin with, teasing her, sliding lightly over all of her most sensitive zones.
'Mmmharder' she murmured in his ear. He obliged, slipping between her legs, pushing into her with renewed energy.
Abruptly he pulled away. She pouted and feigned displeasure. It was difficult since he was still over her and the proximity made her excitement hard to hide. She chose to nuzzle into his neck instead, kissing him briefly. She could feel his Adams apple vibrate as he said in a voice, gravelled by lust, 'I want you to ride me.' He felt her lips form a smile against his neck, and rolled off, laying back, holding his cock up for her.
She straddled him, planting a foot on either side of his hips for leverage, and slowly slid down his dick. With her on top, she was slightly tensed, and her pussy hugged his cock firmly. Since she was in control, she played his game, moving slowly, teasing him. He pushed into her, a move which surprised her. She exhaled hard, tensing even more. She ran her hands through her hair, showing him every inch of her body, unashamed by it. She sped up, eyes glazing slightly. Shifting slightly, she moved so her knees planted next to him. Instead of sliding up and down his cock, this new position was a combination of riding and rocking. It was a completely different sensation for both of them. He rubbed against her most sensitive areas, filling every inch of her.
She slowly lowered her hands, running them down her neck, down her collar bones to her breasts. She gave them a quick tweak and began to breathe harder. It tensed every muscle in her body, contracting around his cock. He reached out and put his hands on the soft flesh of her butt, encouraging her to slide harder and faster, his fingers digging in slightly. Her hands slid further down her body. One hand stayed at her pussy, playing with her clit. The other lay on the deeply grooved muscle running from his hip to his cock. She was beginning to come and he was getting close. Wanting to come at the same time, he pushed her off him and moved on top of her.
'My God' he gasped, looking down 'look at all that come on my cock.' Glancing down she saw it was true. There were streaks of her sweet come swirled all over his hard cock. He slid his hand over the creamy fluid, rubbing it in. When he got to the tip he guided himself into her for the last time. Thrusting with a new urgency, he hit all the right areas. His breathing began to shorten. He thrust harder, with more intensity; she gyrated and pushed against him. Curling her back, her legs slid up his, wrapping around him. Instinctively she tensed them, pulling herself closer to him, allowing for full deep and hard penetration. Her back arched and her head tipped back. She ran her hands up his arms once more, scrabbling at his shoulders for purchase.
Finally she just gave in. With a scream she clung to him. She could feel him sliding in her, over the slight coolness of her come soaked, twitching pussy. As she began the descent from her orgasm, she felt him come. He gave one last deep thrust in her, and tensed, partially upright, letting off an animal scream. He stayed in that position for a few moments, before slowly pitching forward, her pussy filled with their mutual excitement.
He leaned over her, stretching his hand over her shoulder so as not to collapse. Breathing hard in her ear, he gave a soft moan of utter contentment. Glancing over at him, she could see sweat peppered his brow. His eyes were vacant, staring straight ahead at nothing. His breathing slowed slightly, and he swallowed. She felt a wave of tiredness sweep over her and she closed her eyes for a moment.
'Make yourself useful and get this back to me by 4.' She opened her eyes. Her boss stood on the other side of her desk, grinning at her. His green eyes probed hers for a moment and she felt a flush begin to creep up her neck. His eyes skidded over her shoulder, where the blond office tart walked, her perfect spray tan legs being visually caressed.
'The partners need me to present it at 5.' Still not looking at her, he dropped the folder carelessly on her desk, turning to follow the blond.
Why are the hot ones always assholes?
Daydreams and Desires Part 2
Laughing, he gripped himself and made to enter her. He gently flicked his cock against the wet, smooth opening to her pussy. Pulling away slightly, he moved himself upwards, rubbing the smooth, soft skin of his head against the warm wet bump that was her pleasure centre.
This was too soon after he went down on her, and she moaned and twisted away slightly, panting hard. He moved into position to enter her. Slowly pushing his cock into her, he felt her contract ever so slightly. Sliding slowly into her, he relished the feel of every ridge, every soft spot, as it hugged his shaft. He was moving too slowly for her. She began raise her hips, trying to get him into her faster.
'Oh no baby. Not let. Let me do it.'
She fell back, letting him enter her at his own pace, breathing ever so lightly. She didn't want to be distracted from the sensation of him entering her, rubbing where she hadn't been touched by him yet. When he was almost all of the way in, he began to thrust. Slow, shallow thrusts to begin with, teasing her, sliding lightly over all of her most sensitive zones.
'Mmmharder' she murmured in his ear. He obliged, slipping between her legs, pushing into her with renewed energy.
Abruptly he pulled away. She pouted and feigned displeasure. It was difficult since he was still over her and the proximity made her excitement hard to hide. She chose to nuzzle into his neck instead, kissing him briefly. She could feel his Adams apple vibrate as he said in a voice, gravelled by lust, 'I want you to ride me.' He felt her lips form a smile against his neck, and rolled off, laying back, holding his cock up for her.
She straddled him, planting a foot on either side of his hips for leverage, and slowly slid down his dick. With her on top, she was slightly tensed, and her pussy hugged his cock firmly. Since she was in control, she played his game, moving slowly, teasing him. He pushed into her, a move which surprised her. She exhaled hard, tensing even more. She ran her hands through her hair, showing him every inch of her body, unashamed by it. She sped up, eyes glazing slightly. Shifting slightly, she moved so her knees planted next to him. Instead of sliding up and down his cock, this new position was a combination of riding and rocking. It was a completely different sensation for both of them. He rubbed against her most sensitive areas, filling every inch of her.
She slowly lowered her hands, running them down her neck, down her collar bones to her breasts. She gave them a quick tweak and began to breathe harder. It tensed every muscle in her body, contracting around his cock. He reached out and put his hands on the soft flesh of her butt, encouraging her to slide harder and faster, his fingers digging in slightly. Her hands slid further down her body. One hand stayed at her pussy, playing with her clit. The other lay on the deeply grooved muscle running from his hip to his cock. She was beginning to come and he was getting close. Wanting to come at the same time, he pushed her off him and moved on top of her.
'My God' he gasped, looking down 'look at all that come on my cock.' Glancing down she saw it was true. There were streaks of her sweet come swirled all over his hard cock. He slid his hand over the creamy fluid, rubbing it in. When he got to the tip he guided himself into her for the last time. Thrusting with a new urgency, he hit all the right areas. His breathing began to shorten. He thrust harder, with more intensity; she gyrated and pushed against him. Curling her back, her legs slid up his, wrapping around him. Instinctively she tensed them, pulling herself closer to him, allowing for full deep and hard penetration. Her back arched and her head tipped back. She ran her hands up his arms once more, scrabbling at his shoulders for purchase.
Finally she just gave in. With a scream she clung to him. She could feel him sliding in her, over the slight coolness of her come soaked, twitching pussy. As she began the descent from her orgasm, she felt him come. He gave one last deep thrust in her, and tensed, partially upright, letting off an animal scream. He stayed in that position for a few moments, before slowly pitching forward, her pussy filled with their mutual excitement.
He leaned over her, stretching his hand over her shoulder so as not to collapse. Breathing hard in her ear, he gave a soft moan of utter contentment. Glancing over at him, she could see sweat peppered his brow. His eyes were vacant, staring straight ahead at nothing. His breathing slowed slightly, and he swallowed. She felt a wave of tiredness sweep over her and she closed her eyes for a moment.
'Make yourself useful and get this back to me by 4.' She opened her eyes. Her boss stood on the other side of her desk, grinning at her. His green eyes probed hers for a moment and she felt a flush begin to creep up her neck. His eyes skidded over her shoulder, where the blond office tart walked, her perfect spray tan legs being visually caressed.
'The partners need me to present it at 5.' Still not looking at her, he dropped the folder carelessly on her desk, turning to follow the blond.
Why are the hot ones always assholes?
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Daydreams and Desires II
Part I here
He moved around her body in a different fashion than she on his. Where she teased and scintillated, she still had a goal. It seemed that he didn't. He meandered down, breathing softly on her skin, before bringing his lips to that spot and applying the most gentle pressure. His lips felt soft and warm on her slightly cooled skin, and left small patches tingling in their wake. He made his way slowly to her nipple, taking as much of the soft, warm tissue into his mouth as he could. She moaned softly, pushing her chest upwards, encouraging him. He pulled away, and came back for more.
Raking his teeth ever so gently across the velvety softness of her nipple, the most exquisite sensations rippled through her. A tinging sensation ran from his mouth, sliding under her skin and spreading outwards rapidly. She gasped. Christ she was almost coming and he hadn't even gone near her pussy.
Her fingers slid up his arm, across the firm muscles of his shoulders to the back of his neck, where they twined in his short, dark hair. She pulled ever so gently, moaning. He stopped nibbling on her nipple, and gave it a quick suck in parting.
Moving further down her soft body, he gently kissed the spot where her ribs met, slowly meandering his way down to her bellybutton. When she couldn't stand his teasing anymore she located his hand on her hip. She laid her hand across his, and using light pressure directed it to her pussy. When he had positioned her hand where she wanted it to be, she squeezed it, forcing him to rub her wet pussy hard. The message was clear - pay attention to the cunt.
He pulled his mouth away from her stomach and looked up at her. She wasn't looking at him. She was staring straight up, back arched. She was definitely beginning to climax. He was still rubbing her, just the way she'd shown him. He could feel her wetness sliding over his palms, even though he hadn't spread her. He gently slipped his fingers between her moist lips and felt upwards. Her clit was easy to find, it was absolutely throbbing. He slid his fingers down again, and moved them inside of her.
Her tight pussy was so damn wet. Two wriggles and his fingers were sliding effortlessly to her most sensitive areas. He could feel the muscles that would later hug his cock beginning to spasm. She moaned. He marveled that he could get a woman like her in such a vulnerable position. Watching her he could see her hands sliding over her body, finally clenching at her breasts. He was sure she was coming. He moved his head down and gave a few tentative flicks with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. She moved her hips up to him, inviting him to take more.
He obliged. Pulling his fingers out of her to give him more room, be buried his face in her cunt. His mouth moved neatly over her clit and he sucked hungrily, flicking with his tongue. She screamed. She had never felt pleasure so sweet and intense. He legs moved up involuntarily either side of his head, and her hips started to gyrate.
She experienced this as an explosion. A series of ripples moved through her body, each more intense than the last. She was taken to another plane. She was vaguely aware that she was making too much noise. She was vaguely aware that she could barely breathe. She could feel him smiling against her pussy. She had no idea how long it lasted, only when he pulled away and began to move up to her again, her breath was coming in shudders.
She started when his voice murmured, soft and husky in her ear.
'Enjoy that babe?'
'Mmmyeah,' came her languid response. She was still coming, but with less intensity.
'I'm just getting started'.
She gave a throaty laugh and looked at him, focusing for the first time since he finished eating her. His pupils were massive, making his normally light green eyes look incredibly dark. He moved in to kiss her and she snorted back a laugh. Moving away slightly he frowned, looking slightly offended.
'You've got my come on your chin,' she whispered, half giggling, slightly apologetic, and 100% turned on. She leaned her head up to him and flicked her tongue out, licking it. He watched as her tongue slowly slipped back into her mouth, before reaching down to kiss her viciously. Tasting her pussy from her own mouth was one of the most unique sexual experiences he had ever had. His cock was harder than before, and he moved his hand down to guide himself into her and bring them together again.
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Part 3 here
He moved around her body in a different fashion than she on his. Where she teased and scintillated, she still had a goal. It seemed that he didn't. He meandered down, breathing softly on her skin, before bringing his lips to that spot and applying the most gentle pressure. His lips felt soft and warm on her slightly cooled skin, and left small patches tingling in their wake. He made his way slowly to her nipple, taking as much of the soft, warm tissue into his mouth as he could. She moaned softly, pushing her chest upwards, encouraging him. He pulled away, and came back for more.
Raking his teeth ever so gently across the velvety softness of her nipple, the most exquisite sensations rippled through her. A tinging sensation ran from his mouth, sliding under her skin and spreading outwards rapidly. She gasped. Christ she was almost coming and he hadn't even gone near her pussy.
Her fingers slid up his arm, across the firm muscles of his shoulders to the back of his neck, where they twined in his short, dark hair. She pulled ever so gently, moaning. He stopped nibbling on her nipple, and gave it a quick suck in parting.
Moving further down her soft body, he gently kissed the spot where her ribs met, slowly meandering his way down to her bellybutton. When she couldn't stand his teasing anymore she located his hand on her hip. She laid her hand across his, and using light pressure directed it to her pussy. When he had positioned her hand where she wanted it to be, she squeezed it, forcing him to rub her wet pussy hard. The message was clear - pay attention to the cunt.
He pulled his mouth away from her stomach and looked up at her. She wasn't looking at him. She was staring straight up, back arched. She was definitely beginning to climax. He was still rubbing her, just the way she'd shown him. He could feel her wetness sliding over his palms, even though he hadn't spread her. He gently slipped his fingers between her moist lips and felt upwards. Her clit was easy to find, it was absolutely throbbing. He slid his fingers down again, and moved them inside of her.
Her tight pussy was so damn wet. Two wriggles and his fingers were sliding effortlessly to her most sensitive areas. He could feel the muscles that would later hug his cock beginning to spasm. She moaned. He marveled that he could get a woman like her in such a vulnerable position. Watching her he could see her hands sliding over her body, finally clenching at her breasts. He was sure she was coming. He moved his head down and gave a few tentative flicks with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. She moved her hips up to him, inviting him to take more.
He obliged. Pulling his fingers out of her to give him more room, be buried his face in her cunt. His mouth moved neatly over her clit and he sucked hungrily, flicking with his tongue. She screamed. She had never felt pleasure so sweet and intense. He legs moved up involuntarily either side of his head, and her hips started to gyrate.
She experienced this as an explosion. A series of ripples moved through her body, each more intense than the last. She was taken to another plane. She was vaguely aware that she was making too much noise. She was vaguely aware that she could barely breathe. She could feel him smiling against her pussy. She had no idea how long it lasted, only when he pulled away and began to move up to her again, her breath was coming in shudders.
She started when his voice murmured, soft and husky in her ear.
'Enjoy that babe?'
'Mmmyeah,' came her languid response. She was still coming, but with less intensity.
'I'm just getting started'.
She gave a throaty laugh and looked at him, focusing for the first time since he finished eating her. His pupils were massive, making his normally light green eyes look incredibly dark. He moved in to kiss her and she snorted back a laugh. Moving away slightly he frowned, looking slightly offended.
'You've got my come on your chin,' she whispered, half giggling, slightly apologetic, and 100% turned on. She leaned her head up to him and flicked her tongue out, licking it. He watched as her tongue slowly slipped back into her mouth, before reaching down to kiss her viciously. Tasting her pussy from her own mouth was one of the most unique sexual experiences he had ever had. His cock was harder than before, and he moved his hand down to guide himself into her and bring them together again.
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Part 3 here
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Daydreams and Desires
She stepped out of the shower, skin tingling slightly. The water had been hot, and the room was slightly cold. Frowning, she wondered if it was worth putting the heater on. A smile creased her face as she thought of a better way to warm up.
Wrapping the towel around her, she walked into the bedroom. He lay in the bed, absorbed in something on the tv. She began to towel herself dry and felt, rather than saw, that she had his attention. Glancing over she saw that he was watching her, through half closed eyes. She smiled inwardly, placing one leg up on the bed, facing him, deliberately him a full view of her still-wet pussy.
She rubbed in small circles, paying close attention to her skin. That leg dry, she did the other, in the same fashion. She felt, deep within herself, rather than heard, him make the tiny, deep grunt that meant he was giving in to the tension. 'Fuck it' she thought, 'he can wait a bit'. She continued to dry herself, letting him see every small motion, and imagining that it was his hand, or mouth, or cock against her skin.
Finishing her ministrations, she dropped the towel. Turning away from him, she walked across the room, past the now forgotten television, to collect her moisturiser. Back across the room, to her side again. The tv is off now. No distractions. Still not acknowledging him, she proceeded to rub the lotion into her skin, in the same manner that she dried herself. She was aware that he twitched a bit as she caressed the smooth, milky skin of her inner thighs.
Moisturizing finished, she looked directly at him for the first time. In his eyes she saw lust that mirrored her own. She gave him a lazy smile, and stretched across the bed. She could feel the softness of the mink blanket against her skin. The instant warmth and its texture drove her crazy. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, his weight, his hands pressed into her. The blanket was luxurious and sexy, but it wasn't enough.
She leaned across further and kissed him teasingly. She wanted to draw it out, make it more intense. He kissed her back, with urgency that could not be contained. She stepped up the level of the kiss, caressing his tongue with hers. His mouth was so warm and his tongue so soft, but pushing so hard against hers.
She felt his hand moving up her body. She was unaware as to when he first touched her. Her skin tingled and she felt her nipples harden. His hands were surprisingly soft, but against the silky smoothness of her skin, they felt slightly rough. He gently caressed under her breast, turning his hands over so the backs of his fingers were the first contact. His finger ran up the soft curve, towards her nipple, stopping just short of it. She pulled away from the kiss and moaned softly. She wanted him to keep going.
He complied, leaving his finger there, but reaching over with his thumb to trap her nipple. Leaning up, he kissed her again, with all the urgency he could muster. Letting go of her nipple, he turned his hand over and grasped the soft tissue. It was surprisingly firm and exceedingly sensitive for her. She smiled into the kiss, and pulled away again. He reached for her to draw her into the kiss again, but she resisted, instead choosing to nibble the soft spot in his neck. He stopped then, and lay back, lazy all of a sudden, willing to let her explore his body.
And explore she did. Nibbling her way down his Adams apple and his collarbones. Kissing the line between his pecs, she moved sideways. One hand reached out to play on his nipple, while her mouth found the other. She sucked it gently, taking it into her warm, moist mouth. He twitched slightly and she glanced up at him. 'Ticklish' he mumbled. She grinned, and focused on his body again.
Moving further down, she came to his belly button. To one side of it she gently scraped her teeth across his skin. As her teeth came away she quickly flicked him with her tongue, and very slowly sucked, seeming to take an eternity to bring her lips together. He moaned. For real this time. Her hand strayed down his body, while she continued to tease his snail trail more slowly.
Finding his cock she laughed inwardly. She had never felt him so hard. Well, she had, but not this early, and never outside of her. She trailed her hand up the shaft, to the head, and down again, marveling that he was such a perfect size for her. She slowly let go of him, and cupped his testicles, gently squeezing them.
Her mouth was at his cock now. She flicked the shaft a few times with her tongue, each lick closer to the tip. Getting there she looked up at him, smiling. 'Suck it baby,' he moaned. Still looking at him, she softly opened her mouth and slowly moved it down over the head. Only when the whole head was in her mouth, did she apply any suction, gently running her tongue underneath it.
The result was instantaneous. The initial pleasure made him give such a guttural groan that it sent spasms through her body, making her wetter than she already was. The sheer force behind that groan made her want to feel him sliding in her, pounding all the right spots til she screamed. At the same time, he pushed his hips up, slipping more of his cock into her mouth. She ran with it, sucking and stroking, tasting him, feeling the soft skin stretched over the hardness beneath it. All she could smell was his excitement, and it was driving her crazy.
Pulling away, she looked up at him again. He was looking back down at her, appreciating the view. She slowly nibbled down his cock, tasting, feeling and smelling him. He was all around her, all she could focus on, and in that moment, her own desires faded. Pausing she took hold of him, stroking. He gave one hard breath out, before she took one of his testicles into her mouth. He sucked in a lungful of air. She held him in there, in the soft warmth, giving it a very soft suck, and letting it go again. He exhaled with a small moan. She focused on his parts again, softly nuzzling into his crotch to even out the treatment.
It felt soft in her mouth, but at the same time, slightly rough on her tongue. They both genuinely liked teabagging, and she fleetingly wondered if he knew it would happen more if he would trim his hair. It was time for her to glance up at him again, and holding him in her mouth, she began to stroke him. His breath quickened. She knew that he was close.
She held him upright, and licked the underside of his dick in quick flicking motions, all the way up again, pausing at his perfectly shaped head to swirl her tongue around it. As she went to put him in her mouth again he whispered 'no.'
'But I want to.'
'I'm gonna come.'
'Don't you want to?'
'I'm not ready, I want to fuck you first.'
She could feel him quivering in her hand, so she released him, hoping it wasn't too late, and moved up to his face to kiss him.
'But you're gonna come as soon as you're in me.'
'Mmm,' he murmured, 'not if I take a break to explore you first.'
*****
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
Wrapping the towel around her, she walked into the bedroom. He lay in the bed, absorbed in something on the tv. She began to towel herself dry and felt, rather than saw, that she had his attention. Glancing over she saw that he was watching her, through half closed eyes. She smiled inwardly, placing one leg up on the bed, facing him, deliberately him a full view of her still-wet pussy.
She rubbed in small circles, paying close attention to her skin. That leg dry, she did the other, in the same fashion. She felt, deep within herself, rather than heard, him make the tiny, deep grunt that meant he was giving in to the tension. 'Fuck it' she thought, 'he can wait a bit'. She continued to dry herself, letting him see every small motion, and imagining that it was his hand, or mouth, or cock against her skin.
Finishing her ministrations, she dropped the towel. Turning away from him, she walked across the room, past the now forgotten television, to collect her moisturiser. Back across the room, to her side again. The tv is off now. No distractions. Still not acknowledging him, she proceeded to rub the lotion into her skin, in the same manner that she dried herself. She was aware that he twitched a bit as she caressed the smooth, milky skin of her inner thighs.
Moisturizing finished, she looked directly at him for the first time. In his eyes she saw lust that mirrored her own. She gave him a lazy smile, and stretched across the bed. She could feel the softness of the mink blanket against her skin. The instant warmth and its texture drove her crazy. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, his weight, his hands pressed into her. The blanket was luxurious and sexy, but it wasn't enough.
She leaned across further and kissed him teasingly. She wanted to draw it out, make it more intense. He kissed her back, with urgency that could not be contained. She stepped up the level of the kiss, caressing his tongue with hers. His mouth was so warm and his tongue so soft, but pushing so hard against hers.
She felt his hand moving up her body. She was unaware as to when he first touched her. Her skin tingled and she felt her nipples harden. His hands were surprisingly soft, but against the silky smoothness of her skin, they felt slightly rough. He gently caressed under her breast, turning his hands over so the backs of his fingers were the first contact. His finger ran up the soft curve, towards her nipple, stopping just short of it. She pulled away from the kiss and moaned softly. She wanted him to keep going.
He complied, leaving his finger there, but reaching over with his thumb to trap her nipple. Leaning up, he kissed her again, with all the urgency he could muster. Letting go of her nipple, he turned his hand over and grasped the soft tissue. It was surprisingly firm and exceedingly sensitive for her. She smiled into the kiss, and pulled away again. He reached for her to draw her into the kiss again, but she resisted, instead choosing to nibble the soft spot in his neck. He stopped then, and lay back, lazy all of a sudden, willing to let her explore his body.
And explore she did. Nibbling her way down his Adams apple and his collarbones. Kissing the line between his pecs, she moved sideways. One hand reached out to play on his nipple, while her mouth found the other. She sucked it gently, taking it into her warm, moist mouth. He twitched slightly and she glanced up at him. 'Ticklish' he mumbled. She grinned, and focused on his body again.
Moving further down, she came to his belly button. To one side of it she gently scraped her teeth across his skin. As her teeth came away she quickly flicked him with her tongue, and very slowly sucked, seeming to take an eternity to bring her lips together. He moaned. For real this time. Her hand strayed down his body, while she continued to tease his snail trail more slowly.
Finding his cock she laughed inwardly. She had never felt him so hard. Well, she had, but not this early, and never outside of her. She trailed her hand up the shaft, to the head, and down again, marveling that he was such a perfect size for her. She slowly let go of him, and cupped his testicles, gently squeezing them.
Her mouth was at his cock now. She flicked the shaft a few times with her tongue, each lick closer to the tip. Getting there she looked up at him, smiling. 'Suck it baby,' he moaned. Still looking at him, she softly opened her mouth and slowly moved it down over the head. Only when the whole head was in her mouth, did she apply any suction, gently running her tongue underneath it.
The result was instantaneous. The initial pleasure made him give such a guttural groan that it sent spasms through her body, making her wetter than she already was. The sheer force behind that groan made her want to feel him sliding in her, pounding all the right spots til she screamed. At the same time, he pushed his hips up, slipping more of his cock into her mouth. She ran with it, sucking and stroking, tasting him, feeling the soft skin stretched over the hardness beneath it. All she could smell was his excitement, and it was driving her crazy.
Pulling away, she looked up at him again. He was looking back down at her, appreciating the view. She slowly nibbled down his cock, tasting, feeling and smelling him. He was all around her, all she could focus on, and in that moment, her own desires faded. Pausing she took hold of him, stroking. He gave one hard breath out, before she took one of his testicles into her mouth. He sucked in a lungful of air. She held him in there, in the soft warmth, giving it a very soft suck, and letting it go again. He exhaled with a small moan. She focused on his parts again, softly nuzzling into his crotch to even out the treatment.
It felt soft in her mouth, but at the same time, slightly rough on her tongue. They both genuinely liked teabagging, and she fleetingly wondered if he knew it would happen more if he would trim his hair. It was time for her to glance up at him again, and holding him in her mouth, she began to stroke him. His breath quickened. She knew that he was close.
She held him upright, and licked the underside of his dick in quick flicking motions, all the way up again, pausing at his perfectly shaped head to swirl her tongue around it. As she went to put him in her mouth again he whispered 'no.'
'But I want to.'
'I'm gonna come.'
'Don't you want to?'
'I'm not ready, I want to fuck you first.'
She could feel him quivering in her hand, so she released him, hoping it wasn't too late, and moved up to his face to kiss him.
'But you're gonna come as soon as you're in me.'
'Mmm,' he murmured, 'not if I take a break to explore you first.'
*****
Part 2 here
Part 3 here
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