I will be back with smut.
Right now there is no inspiration in this country.
Give me two months.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
work in progress
When we fuck we are invincible
an inpenetrable fortress,
a giant fucking void of fear, love, longing and distain,
When we fuck we are invincible,
a machine chugging at full pace,
two objects captured, bonded in time
the tearing of the flesh, soft moans doubled and tripled into yelps
nails dragging, cutting
a soft suckling bruise on one thigh, now two
The pull of hair and hard grunt
flash of teeth, two mouths collapsing and clasping upon each other
Secrets once contained from within
now emerging with no hesitancy
an inpenetrable fortress,
a giant fucking void of fear, love, longing and distain,
When we fuck we are invincible,
a machine chugging at full pace,
two objects captured, bonded in time
the tearing of the flesh, soft moans doubled and tripled into yelps
nails dragging, cutting
a soft suckling bruise on one thigh, now two
The pull of hair and hard grunt
flash of teeth, two mouths collapsing and clasping upon each other
Secrets once contained from within
now emerging with no hesitancy
Thursday, April 16, 2009
All tied up/synchronicity
She gently reached out and pushed his bobbing hard on under the surface of the water with her foot. The wet cloth slid down his face as he slowly raised his head from the hot water.
Everything in the bathroom had a cold, wet, slick surface from the steam. With exception of one white flower pot, the room was sparsely decorated in all white tile with touches of finished balsam wood. The bath, in the center of the room, was particularly deep allowing the bather to be completely submerged. It was night outside, the woods laid still.
Rising from the bath, steam came off his body adding to the already dense fog. Water ran down his figure lapping into the emptying tub. She backed away giggling, knowing very well what was to ensue.
Lunging forward he pulled her waist towards him dripping hot water on her cashmere sweater. She pulled back hoping to avoid any damp but was dreadfully unsuccessful. His hands rushed under her jeans and silk underwear cupping her plump ass. Hard on brushing against her metal belt buckle, she pushed against his shoulders, her head thrashing to and fro, her hair sticking to his wet skin. His lips and teeth met her neck and gave a playful but strong bite. The taste of her perfume lingered on his tongue.
Cupping her ass with his left hand his right moved to the front to undo her belt even as she continued to push away. With one hand he undid her buckle and tore open the zipper. Then, surprisingly, let her go.
She stumbled backwards in her new found freedom, careful not to slip on the still damp floor, only to realize that he had her cornered. He walked slowly towards her, his penis stiff with excitement, bouncing with every step. There was a grim look in his eye, one of lust filled aggression. With every step forward, she would take one step back, until she realized her back was touching the wall and he was centimeters away from her yet again.
He pushed her pants past her hips and thighs until they slid down her legs themselves. His penis brushed against the ridge of her underwear, just below her belly button. Before she could say a word, he had her hands above her head and against the wall. With one foot on her jeans, he pushed her leg free so they were held apart by his knees. Her heart beat faster as his mouth moved in for a kiss. This time when pulling away he bit her lip...hard.
His free hand began to trace the elastic band of her panties and watched her midriff shrink in as it were ticklish and slightly fearful. Slowly, he lowered her panties allowing for her small patch of pubic hair to see the light.
His right had drifted south and gently brushed against her lubricious nub. With his middle finger he traced the outline of her lips and ran it towards her asshole. Stopping just short, he gently pushed, his finger sinking in just past the nail. She let out a soft moan as she spread apart for him. Running his finger back to her bud, he gently fluttered against it and ran back to her hole. She began to lower herself, as much as she could to rub against him. The pressure against her wrists increased.
He moved his waist forward and manually guided his hard prick to her wet patch. Pushing back and forth she felt his cock rub lengthwise against her folds which tried and failed to envelop him. She pushed down in the hopes that he would slide into her, but her arms, which were still very much outstretched and still very restricted, did not allow for it. Finally after several minutes of rubbing against her lips, he slowly dipped his head in and she shuddered, eyes rolling back.
Distracted, she had not noticed him reaching to the wooden shelf next to them and grabbing a towel. He slid into her, pushing as deep as he could using the balls of his feet to lift her high off the ground and against the wall. Her eyes opened and widened when she realized what he was up to. The towels were soft but firm against her wrists and prevented them from separating.
Pulling out of her, he turned her around so that her arms were still raised and aligned with the wall. Her back was now arched and legs spread apart. She rested her face against the cold tiles as he knelt on the floor. He met her buoyant ass cheeks at eye level. He held her left thigh still with his hand, began to rub her clit with the middle finger of the other. She spread her legs wider, he could feel her thigh tighten with excitement.
He moved forward so that his tongue could just slightly graze against her revealed flower as he fingered her. Her arms began to tire and feel sore but that pain melded with the familiar burn between her legs which grew and grew, as his tempo sped up. She began to push her hips as much as she could to the rhythm of his flicks. Remaining attentive to her clit, he began to alternate tonguing her folds and her hole. His face became sloppy with her juices as he burrowed his rolled tongue deep into her.
The smoldering which had been slow at first was now increasing at a faster rate, with every passing second her legs tightened, the side of her face now numb from pressing hard against the tile wall. With the last few flicks of his finger and probes of his tongue she felt an orgasm wash over her, she let out a loud moan and began to involuntarily, softly twitch. She laid softly against the wall, panting hardily. He was not finished with her yet.
He rose to his feet slowly rolling his fist over his hard on, making the tip of it wet with pre cum. She was turned around slowly and guided her to her knees. He traced his thumb gently over her cheek, over her lips and then under her chin. Dragging it across her bottom lip, her mouth was delicately opened. Their eyes met as she looked up at him and his arousal.
He bent his cock horizontally and guided it into her mouth. He felt her soft, wet, warm mouth surround him, take him in, inch by inch. Her hands, still binded, rested behind her back as she started to bob her head. She bobbed slowly at first, flicking her tongue in a circular motion around his head. She continued the motion as she moved further and further down his shaft. He could feel her tongue run under his penis, tickling the base of his cock, as she pushed all the way forward. Resting for but a second she raced back to the end, sucking and slurping until his penis popped out of her mouth.
He turned her around and undid the towel that bound her hands together. He gently pushed her forward so that she laid face down against the cold wet tiles. She raised her midriff and her hips from the floor, taunting him, her breasts squeezing out to the side. He lowered himself onto her, first gently rubbing his head against her still wet vagina and finally sliding in. She engulfed every inch of his hard member, his penis throbbing in ecstasy and anticipation. He placed his hands on hers and lifted himself just slightly above her using his knees and began pumping. The heat from his body was intense especially combined with the cold of the floor, she slipped one hand from his and moved it to her bud.
He began pumping slowly and gently at first but quickly grew in pace and strength. It was not long before she found a synchronization between her fingers and his pumping, this time there was a burning for both of them. The pumping became more and more furious as did her finger movement. He began to feel the edge of the tiles cut into his tender wet flesh and faintly draw blood as he continued to pump harder and harder.
It was the slapping against her ass that finally did it for him.
He had moved his legs on the outside of hers and pulled her up so that she now rested on her elbows. Her hair now a wild frenzy, covered her face and her breasts swayed and slapped with every jack from his body. It was the ass slapping, the top front of his thighs hitting her ass cheeks as his penis withdrew to almost an inch from the tip of his head. She could feel it rubbing the inside of her, her body emptying and filling, emptying and filling with his prick.
Her knees now spread apart and ankles close while her ass hovered in the air. He could see his cock slide in and out of her fanny, the head on fire with intoxication. She gasped for more and more her arm growing rigid with exercise and excitement as she rubbed her clit furiously. It was in those last slaps that he came, pulling from her, expelling his seed on her back and ass. He grew faint and fell forward as she shook under him in pleasure. Their hearts banging heavily, one after the other, blood running through their veins furiously and their bodies laid limp and weak.
In those faltering moments, that the woods lay still and the night continued to drift on.
Everything in the bathroom had a cold, wet, slick surface from the steam. With exception of one white flower pot, the room was sparsely decorated in all white tile with touches of finished balsam wood. The bath, in the center of the room, was particularly deep allowing the bather to be completely submerged. It was night outside, the woods laid still.
Rising from the bath, steam came off his body adding to the already dense fog. Water ran down his figure lapping into the emptying tub. She backed away giggling, knowing very well what was to ensue.
Lunging forward he pulled her waist towards him dripping hot water on her cashmere sweater. She pulled back hoping to avoid any damp but was dreadfully unsuccessful. His hands rushed under her jeans and silk underwear cupping her plump ass. Hard on brushing against her metal belt buckle, she pushed against his shoulders, her head thrashing to and fro, her hair sticking to his wet skin. His lips and teeth met her neck and gave a playful but strong bite. The taste of her perfume lingered on his tongue.
Cupping her ass with his left hand his right moved to the front to undo her belt even as she continued to push away. With one hand he undid her buckle and tore open the zipper. Then, surprisingly, let her go.
She stumbled backwards in her new found freedom, careful not to slip on the still damp floor, only to realize that he had her cornered. He walked slowly towards her, his penis stiff with excitement, bouncing with every step. There was a grim look in his eye, one of lust filled aggression. With every step forward, she would take one step back, until she realized her back was touching the wall and he was centimeters away from her yet again.
He pushed her pants past her hips and thighs until they slid down her legs themselves. His penis brushed against the ridge of her underwear, just below her belly button. Before she could say a word, he had her hands above her head and against the wall. With one foot on her jeans, he pushed her leg free so they were held apart by his knees. Her heart beat faster as his mouth moved in for a kiss. This time when pulling away he bit her lip...hard.
His free hand began to trace the elastic band of her panties and watched her midriff shrink in as it were ticklish and slightly fearful. Slowly, he lowered her panties allowing for her small patch of pubic hair to see the light.
His right had drifted south and gently brushed against her lubricious nub. With his middle finger he traced the outline of her lips and ran it towards her asshole. Stopping just short, he gently pushed, his finger sinking in just past the nail. She let out a soft moan as she spread apart for him. Running his finger back to her bud, he gently fluttered against it and ran back to her hole. She began to lower herself, as much as she could to rub against him. The pressure against her wrists increased.
He moved his waist forward and manually guided his hard prick to her wet patch. Pushing back and forth she felt his cock rub lengthwise against her folds which tried and failed to envelop him. She pushed down in the hopes that he would slide into her, but her arms, which were still very much outstretched and still very restricted, did not allow for it. Finally after several minutes of rubbing against her lips, he slowly dipped his head in and she shuddered, eyes rolling back.
Distracted, she had not noticed him reaching to the wooden shelf next to them and grabbing a towel. He slid into her, pushing as deep as he could using the balls of his feet to lift her high off the ground and against the wall. Her eyes opened and widened when she realized what he was up to. The towels were soft but firm against her wrists and prevented them from separating.
Pulling out of her, he turned her around so that her arms were still raised and aligned with the wall. Her back was now arched and legs spread apart. She rested her face against the cold tiles as he knelt on the floor. He met her buoyant ass cheeks at eye level. He held her left thigh still with his hand, began to rub her clit with the middle finger of the other. She spread her legs wider, he could feel her thigh tighten with excitement.
He moved forward so that his tongue could just slightly graze against her revealed flower as he fingered her. Her arms began to tire and feel sore but that pain melded with the familiar burn between her legs which grew and grew, as his tempo sped up. She began to push her hips as much as she could to the rhythm of his flicks. Remaining attentive to her clit, he began to alternate tonguing her folds and her hole. His face became sloppy with her juices as he burrowed his rolled tongue deep into her.
The smoldering which had been slow at first was now increasing at a faster rate, with every passing second her legs tightened, the side of her face now numb from pressing hard against the tile wall. With the last few flicks of his finger and probes of his tongue she felt an orgasm wash over her, she let out a loud moan and began to involuntarily, softly twitch. She laid softly against the wall, panting hardily. He was not finished with her yet.
He rose to his feet slowly rolling his fist over his hard on, making the tip of it wet with pre cum. She was turned around slowly and guided her to her knees. He traced his thumb gently over her cheek, over her lips and then under her chin. Dragging it across her bottom lip, her mouth was delicately opened. Their eyes met as she looked up at him and his arousal.
He bent his cock horizontally and guided it into her mouth. He felt her soft, wet, warm mouth surround him, take him in, inch by inch. Her hands, still binded, rested behind her back as she started to bob her head. She bobbed slowly at first, flicking her tongue in a circular motion around his head. She continued the motion as she moved further and further down his shaft. He could feel her tongue run under his penis, tickling the base of his cock, as she pushed all the way forward. Resting for but a second she raced back to the end, sucking and slurping until his penis popped out of her mouth.
He turned her around and undid the towel that bound her hands together. He gently pushed her forward so that she laid face down against the cold wet tiles. She raised her midriff and her hips from the floor, taunting him, her breasts squeezing out to the side. He lowered himself onto her, first gently rubbing his head against her still wet vagina and finally sliding in. She engulfed every inch of his hard member, his penis throbbing in ecstasy and anticipation. He placed his hands on hers and lifted himself just slightly above her using his knees and began pumping. The heat from his body was intense especially combined with the cold of the floor, she slipped one hand from his and moved it to her bud.
He began pumping slowly and gently at first but quickly grew in pace and strength. It was not long before she found a synchronization between her fingers and his pumping, this time there was a burning for both of them. The pumping became more and more furious as did her finger movement. He began to feel the edge of the tiles cut into his tender wet flesh and faintly draw blood as he continued to pump harder and harder.
It was the slapping against her ass that finally did it for him.
He had moved his legs on the outside of hers and pulled her up so that she now rested on her elbows. Her hair now a wild frenzy, covered her face and her breasts swayed and slapped with every jack from his body. It was the ass slapping, the top front of his thighs hitting her ass cheeks as his penis withdrew to almost an inch from the tip of his head. She could feel it rubbing the inside of her, her body emptying and filling, emptying and filling with his prick.
Her knees now spread apart and ankles close while her ass hovered in the air. He could see his cock slide in and out of her fanny, the head on fire with intoxication. She gasped for more and more her arm growing rigid with exercise and excitement as she rubbed her clit furiously. It was in those last slaps that he came, pulling from her, expelling his seed on her back and ass. He grew faint and fell forward as she shook under him in pleasure. Their hearts banging heavily, one after the other, blood running through their veins furiously and their bodies laid limp and weak.
In those faltering moments, that the woods lay still and the night continued to drift on.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Sunday Drive
He pulled the yellow sundress from her body to reveal her smooth caramel skin. Her breasts, unbound, sat pertly as she slowly lowered her arms. His heart raced as he looked around, knowing that at any moment they could be caught. She whispered sweetly in her high pitched voice "Dont be a pussy and get those pants off". She sat coyly, thighs tightly together slightly shielding her white cotton panties, half teasing, half on account of the passing light breeze.
He immediately pulled his shirt over his head and unlatched his belt. His hard on pressed through his underwear, leaving a dot of precum staring her right in the eye. He put her back to the upholstered door and straighten her legs so that he could pull off her panties in one go. He let her legs rest on top of his shoulders as she arched her back, staring at him, licking her thick lips, taunting him to remove them quickly. They came off in one swoop freeing her ass which now landed on the sweaty, sticky tanned leather and immediately became attached. Although it was now night time, the heat had still not been cut.
Lounging back in a lazy manner, her index finger drifted up, barely brushing the head of his penis through his underwear. She laughed as she refused to move, but obviously wanted the jockeys gone and contact to be made. He pushed forward slightly and she caught the ridge of his shorts allowing for his cock to become free. Pulling them down he tossed them into the backseat. His head slowly lowered breathing and kissing lightly on her trim belly. She tingled as he approached her quim leisurely.
Tongue brushing just below her belly button, his dick now vibrating with excitement, She could feel his hot panting breath moving lower and lower. The tip of his tongue gently touched her bud which was already slick and glistening. She let out a soft moan as he slid down and encompassed her entirely. He pushed gently inside her, spreading her lips aside. The tip darted in and out of her quickly causing her to gasp. His hands slipped under her ass cheeks bringing her up to him. He licked back up her triumphantly and looked up to her expression from below. Grinning, she slowly opened her eyes and looked down.
With her calves resting out the open window, he arched her ass up and moved towards her. The tip of his cock brushed her quivering flower, both members wet with long anticipation. His face moved close to hers, smelling her sweet perfume, their mouths opened and collapsed upon one another.
He slowly, gently, slid in, stopping so as to not hurt her. She urged on, pulling his lower torso closer, spreading her legs wider. He sunk deeper and deeper into causing her to gasp and bite down on his lower lip. He felt her around him, tightening, all the way to the base of his cock, slowly sucking, pulsating. Lifting himself out, he once again guided his penis against her lips. She moaned and tried to pull him forward, into her. Refusing to budge, he caused her to pull harder out of frustration... Just as she weakened her hold, he tightened his grip on her ass and pushed back in with vigor sending shivers through her body.
Pulling out a second time, his tip merely millimeters away from her wanting vagina, she once again tried her hardest to pull him towards her and he once again refused, causing her to growl in anger "Put it fucking in me already".
Standing like a statue for one moment admiring the sight set before him.
Seconds later He dipped into her giving his full length, and begins to pump at a slow pace. Sweat began to gather on his lower back and brow. She moaned with pleasure. Lifting her up and moving her to the lowered down passengers seat while still in her, he continued to pump as she lied back with her eyes closed, her bottom lip clenched between her teeth and her black hair covering her face. She began to feel that burning sensation between her legs.
Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him in and she sank her nails into his skin. He reaches up and grabs the length of her hair and twisting it into a knot in his hands, pulling it firmly towards the driver’s seat. Her head tipped back exposing her statuesque neck and he playfully bites into it. The pumping increases in tempo.
Her toes begin to go numb; all she can focus on now is the growing slow burn rushing across her body. She feels herself tighten around him as his thrusting goes deeper and deeper, rubbing the inside. She feels his hard length slipping in and out of her, her lips twitching with pleasure.
The sensation, once a small one, now encompasses her lips and her bud. The pumping now at its peak of ferocity and depth feels as if it were reaching her brain. Her legs go numb as she awaits and embraces the eruption and release. Her voice lets out a moan and her body begins to grow weak.
His dick, hard and soaked in their juices, begins to tremble. The tremble rises from the very base of his cock as he sucks in air through his mouth. He flexes the head of his dick as he pumps harder. Their once delicate bite now turns into an animal like gnaw. He pins her down her arms as her waist continues to move with his.
Their bodies now sticky with sweat, lungs heavy with hot polluted air as if one was breathing in butter. His legs locked in a straight position he lifts her up as he shoots his cum into her. His eyes roll back and his mouth lies open. Holding her own legs up, he wakes up from his own orgasm and furiously gives his last pumps as her body begins to flutter with release.
They lied there still, in the hot darkness. He gently wiped the sweat from her forehead which her bangs had now become stuck to. He heard the crackle of gravel in the far distance. With her panting gently underneath him like a kitten, he looked up and saw the two yellow lights of a car cutting through the night.
He immediately pulled his shirt over his head and unlatched his belt. His hard on pressed through his underwear, leaving a dot of precum staring her right in the eye. He put her back to the upholstered door and straighten her legs so that he could pull off her panties in one go. He let her legs rest on top of his shoulders as she arched her back, staring at him, licking her thick lips, taunting him to remove them quickly. They came off in one swoop freeing her ass which now landed on the sweaty, sticky tanned leather and immediately became attached. Although it was now night time, the heat had still not been cut.
Lounging back in a lazy manner, her index finger drifted up, barely brushing the head of his penis through his underwear. She laughed as she refused to move, but obviously wanted the jockeys gone and contact to be made. He pushed forward slightly and she caught the ridge of his shorts allowing for his cock to become free. Pulling them down he tossed them into the backseat. His head slowly lowered breathing and kissing lightly on her trim belly. She tingled as he approached her quim leisurely.
Tongue brushing just below her belly button, his dick now vibrating with excitement, She could feel his hot panting breath moving lower and lower. The tip of his tongue gently touched her bud which was already slick and glistening. She let out a soft moan as he slid down and encompassed her entirely. He pushed gently inside her, spreading her lips aside. The tip darted in and out of her quickly causing her to gasp. His hands slipped under her ass cheeks bringing her up to him. He licked back up her triumphantly and looked up to her expression from below. Grinning, she slowly opened her eyes and looked down.
With her calves resting out the open window, he arched her ass up and moved towards her. The tip of his cock brushed her quivering flower, both members wet with long anticipation. His face moved close to hers, smelling her sweet perfume, their mouths opened and collapsed upon one another.
He slowly, gently, slid in, stopping so as to not hurt her. She urged on, pulling his lower torso closer, spreading her legs wider. He sunk deeper and deeper into causing her to gasp and bite down on his lower lip. He felt her around him, tightening, all the way to the base of his cock, slowly sucking, pulsating. Lifting himself out, he once again guided his penis against her lips. She moaned and tried to pull him forward, into her. Refusing to budge, he caused her to pull harder out of frustration... Just as she weakened her hold, he tightened his grip on her ass and pushed back in with vigor sending shivers through her body.
Pulling out a second time, his tip merely millimeters away from her wanting vagina, she once again tried her hardest to pull him towards her and he once again refused, causing her to growl in anger "Put it fucking in me already".
Standing like a statue for one moment admiring the sight set before him.
Seconds later He dipped into her giving his full length, and begins to pump at a slow pace. Sweat began to gather on his lower back and brow. She moaned with pleasure. Lifting her up and moving her to the lowered down passengers seat while still in her, he continued to pump as she lied back with her eyes closed, her bottom lip clenched between her teeth and her black hair covering her face. She began to feel that burning sensation between her legs.
Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him in and she sank her nails into his skin. He reaches up and grabs the length of her hair and twisting it into a knot in his hands, pulling it firmly towards the driver’s seat. Her head tipped back exposing her statuesque neck and he playfully bites into it. The pumping increases in tempo.
Her toes begin to go numb; all she can focus on now is the growing slow burn rushing across her body. She feels herself tighten around him as his thrusting goes deeper and deeper, rubbing the inside. She feels his hard length slipping in and out of her, her lips twitching with pleasure.
The sensation, once a small one, now encompasses her lips and her bud. The pumping now at its peak of ferocity and depth feels as if it were reaching her brain. Her legs go numb as she awaits and embraces the eruption and release. Her voice lets out a moan and her body begins to grow weak.
His dick, hard and soaked in their juices, begins to tremble. The tremble rises from the very base of his cock as he sucks in air through his mouth. He flexes the head of his dick as he pumps harder. Their once delicate bite now turns into an animal like gnaw. He pins her down her arms as her waist continues to move with his.
Their bodies now sticky with sweat, lungs heavy with hot polluted air as if one was breathing in butter. His legs locked in a straight position he lifts her up as he shoots his cum into her. His eyes roll back and his mouth lies open. Holding her own legs up, he wakes up from his own orgasm and furiously gives his last pumps as her body begins to flutter with release.
They lied there still, in the hot darkness. He gently wiped the sweat from her forehead which her bangs had now become stuck to. He heard the crackle of gravel in the far distance. With her panting gently underneath him like a kitten, he looked up and saw the two yellow lights of a car cutting through the night.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Backyard
The sun came down on them in waves.
Each beat hotter than the last.
Her skin darkened and sweaty from the heat and lotion.
Beads trickling down her arms and her thighs.
They lied on a blanket amidst untended uncut ferrel grass.
His hand clasped her covered ass cheek as she tanned her back.
Even with sunglasses on the sun was blinding.
He could feel her plump cheek under the rubbery texture of her bikini bottom.
Each thread passing under each ridge of his fingerprint.
His index finger drifted towards her sweet spot pushing gently, teasingly against her suit knowing full well that it would never penetrate. She moaned softly. He began to grind against her hip. His head tingled with anticipation.
He continued to rub his two index fingers against her mound and she slowly, quietly, hesitantly lifted herself up. She remained leaning slightly forward, legs spread apart, breasts dangling, arms in front of her. The heat continuing to beam down on them.
Tracing the liner of her creamy red bikini bottom, he gently with two fingers pulled away the material to reveal her quim. Her ass now bouncing lightly in the air, he took a quick lick, she moaned with pleasure. Now hard he pulled his manhood from his shorts and dipped the head in loosening her slowly, the far edge of the blanket now bunched into the palms of her hands. Pushing in, she enveloped him, sucking him deeply until she reached the base of his cock. His balls now burning with a hot load he withdrew quickly, leaving her gasping for more. Her ass continued to dance lightly in the air.
Licking his two index fingers he began to nuzzle her honeypot. Spreading her lips, letting the light breeze tickle her fanny. Grinding against him, she jolted as he quickly penetrated her with his finger.
He quickly pulled down her drawers revealing her firm ass now dampened by the heat of the afternoons activities. With one hand holding on to her shoulder, he gripped his pillar and directed it towards her waiting dripping cunt. He pulled her towards him with great force, her yelping in ecstasy. His hand moved from her shoulder now bunching up her treacle colored hair. He began to pump thrusting his meat into her deeply, pulling her ass towards him with his free hand. He watched as his body slapped off of hers, glistening in the sun, her nipples erect, her teeth now chewing on her bottom lip. Sliding in and out of her quickly, he pulled her hair lifting her head up, so she could feel the full force of the blazing circle in the sky against her face. He hammered her harder and harder as he felt his balls come to a boil. Rushing out of him his cock spit all over her backside, he fell on top of her both bodies breathing heavily almost in tune. They lie there for a few moments, locked in each other. He put his semi soft member between her cheeks, kissed and licked her neck as they drifted off in the afternoon heat. T-shirts danced and dried on the line as a dog in the distance warned its masters of the impending postman.
Each beat hotter than the last.
Her skin darkened and sweaty from the heat and lotion.
Beads trickling down her arms and her thighs.
They lied on a blanket amidst untended uncut ferrel grass.
His hand clasped her covered ass cheek as she tanned her back.
Even with sunglasses on the sun was blinding.
He could feel her plump cheek under the rubbery texture of her bikini bottom.
Each thread passing under each ridge of his fingerprint.
His index finger drifted towards her sweet spot pushing gently, teasingly against her suit knowing full well that it would never penetrate. She moaned softly. He began to grind against her hip. His head tingled with anticipation.
He continued to rub his two index fingers against her mound and she slowly, quietly, hesitantly lifted herself up. She remained leaning slightly forward, legs spread apart, breasts dangling, arms in front of her. The heat continuing to beam down on them.
Tracing the liner of her creamy red bikini bottom, he gently with two fingers pulled away the material to reveal her quim. Her ass now bouncing lightly in the air, he took a quick lick, she moaned with pleasure. Now hard he pulled his manhood from his shorts and dipped the head in loosening her slowly, the far edge of the blanket now bunched into the palms of her hands. Pushing in, she enveloped him, sucking him deeply until she reached the base of his cock. His balls now burning with a hot load he withdrew quickly, leaving her gasping for more. Her ass continued to dance lightly in the air.
Licking his two index fingers he began to nuzzle her honeypot. Spreading her lips, letting the light breeze tickle her fanny. Grinding against him, she jolted as he quickly penetrated her with his finger.
He quickly pulled down her drawers revealing her firm ass now dampened by the heat of the afternoons activities. With one hand holding on to her shoulder, he gripped his pillar and directed it towards her waiting dripping cunt. He pulled her towards him with great force, her yelping in ecstasy. His hand moved from her shoulder now bunching up her treacle colored hair. He began to pump thrusting his meat into her deeply, pulling her ass towards him with his free hand. He watched as his body slapped off of hers, glistening in the sun, her nipples erect, her teeth now chewing on her bottom lip. Sliding in and out of her quickly, he pulled her hair lifting her head up, so she could feel the full force of the blazing circle in the sky against her face. He hammered her harder and harder as he felt his balls come to a boil. Rushing out of him his cock spit all over her backside, he fell on top of her both bodies breathing heavily almost in tune. They lie there for a few moments, locked in each other. He put his semi soft member between her cheeks, kissed and licked her neck as they drifted off in the afternoon heat. T-shirts danced and dried on the line as a dog in the distance warned its masters of the impending postman.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Plane
Hour four of an 18 hour plane ride.
Christ.
The seats were comfortable enough, they had a reasonable amount of selection as far as films were concerned.
Being in business class helped.
Still, 14 hours to go.
He pulled down his sleep mask, pulled up his blanket while shifting his body for comfort. The xanax starting to kick in he drifted back to sleep.
He felt his member grow hard. Not an uncommon thing for a healthy male of his age.
Something was wrong.
What was different was that his penis was not brushing against the inside of his underwear. His head, foreskin pulled back rubbed against the rough wool of his blanket.
He was paralyzed with fear.
This was not a good thing. How could this have happened? He had never been prone to pulling his penis out of his pants in prior naps. What if he were discovered? Surely he would be arrested upon landing. He would be handcuffed and paraded in front of crowds like a sex offender in a third world country.
Then he felt her grip.
Her thumb drifted gently across the underside of his helmet, her palm and four fingers wrapped around his shaft. Her hand, soft and unusually moist beginning to slowly pump his unit. Her nails lightly tickling the top of his member.
A wave of helpless pleasure rolled over him as her arm picked up pace.
His left hand began to slowly creep from under his blanket towards the sweet smell that barely licked his nostrils. He felt the cold metal from the chair under his hand and finally the tips of his fingers touched what he believed to be a wool skirt. Her pace remained constant slowly bringing him to a deeper state of arousal.
His cock rock hard now felt like a fleshy marble in her hand. When his hand slowly brushed against her thigh she felt her heart in her throat. What was she doing? This was completely out of character for her. Yes she enjoyed a healthy sex life but never even in her most adventurous moods did she ever contemplate this. It all came back to the wetness.
She had been wet for a long minute by this point. The fact that she had gotten so wet at the thought of this act was the driving catalyst for her actions. She bit her bottom lip as his hand fingered the hem of her skirt moving towards her hot wet patch. She could feel the bottoms of his digits rub gently along her stockings. She leaned to one side, slowing down her pumping so that she might free herself from the bondage of her undergarments. He pulled her her underwear down so that it was nestled just under her left cheek and she struggled to move her undies under right. She could feel the rough wool on her bottom and his middle finger began to trace her lips. She began pumping harder.
He gently traced her lips in a circular motion stopping only to lightly vellicate her button. He brushed his finger down to probe her with the very fine tip of his finger. She held her breath as he dipped in. He began to stroke her delicately, slowly but consistently. Her grip tightened.
They still had not even looked at each other, he realized.
Her breathing deepened but remained soft. Her eyes rolled back into her head, it was hard to continue pumping but it was necessary. She bit her lip. His finger picked up tempo and began to throb from the action. It wasnt used to such a work out. She began to grind against him, he started to alternate probing and stroking. She moaned quietly in approval almost abandoning her task at hand. She decided she needed to finish him off so that she could enjoy hers.
Rotating her wrist in a half circle motion she began massaging strictly his head, up and down. She could feel his groin being pushed in an upward motion. She released his penis and pushed his abdomen lightly so as to tell him 'settle down or we will get caught'. He understood. She continued her prior activity. He could feel it coming all at once. His balls ached as it felt like it had been a decade. The inside of her hand was now covered in a foamy precum, still wet but beginning to dry like rubber cement. He thought about how he would love to suck on this mystery womans thighs as another woman took him in her mouth. She would grind against his face, allowing his tongue inside of her. He thought about how he would blow his load in the second womans mouth. Thats when he shot. His finger went deep and she pushed down upon it.
He sat for a few seconds to regain semi conciousness. Pulling his finger from her he began at a furious pace. She clasped his thigh which was now covered in cum with her left hand and grabbed hold of her chair with her right. She was certain that there would be a wet patch when she had to vacate the chair. Her pedal throbbed with urgency. She thought of his tongue brushing harshly against her clit, mouth sucking away at her. She'd pull him by the hair into her, smothering him. He'd grab her cheeks and force her into his wanting mouth. Her legs shook as she achieved a long awaited climax. Her arms trembled slowly. She shut her eyes and felt his hand leave her.
When he awoke other passengers were beginning to leave the plane. The seat next to him was empty.
Christ.
The seats were comfortable enough, they had a reasonable amount of selection as far as films were concerned.
Being in business class helped.
Still, 14 hours to go.
He pulled down his sleep mask, pulled up his blanket while shifting his body for comfort. The xanax starting to kick in he drifted back to sleep.
He felt his member grow hard. Not an uncommon thing for a healthy male of his age.
Something was wrong.
What was different was that his penis was not brushing against the inside of his underwear. His head, foreskin pulled back rubbed against the rough wool of his blanket.
He was paralyzed with fear.
This was not a good thing. How could this have happened? He had never been prone to pulling his penis out of his pants in prior naps. What if he were discovered? Surely he would be arrested upon landing. He would be handcuffed and paraded in front of crowds like a sex offender in a third world country.
Then he felt her grip.
Her thumb drifted gently across the underside of his helmet, her palm and four fingers wrapped around his shaft. Her hand, soft and unusually moist beginning to slowly pump his unit. Her nails lightly tickling the top of his member.
A wave of helpless pleasure rolled over him as her arm picked up pace.
His left hand began to slowly creep from under his blanket towards the sweet smell that barely licked his nostrils. He felt the cold metal from the chair under his hand and finally the tips of his fingers touched what he believed to be a wool skirt. Her pace remained constant slowly bringing him to a deeper state of arousal.
His cock rock hard now felt like a fleshy marble in her hand. When his hand slowly brushed against her thigh she felt her heart in her throat. What was she doing? This was completely out of character for her. Yes she enjoyed a healthy sex life but never even in her most adventurous moods did she ever contemplate this. It all came back to the wetness.
She had been wet for a long minute by this point. The fact that she had gotten so wet at the thought of this act was the driving catalyst for her actions. She bit her bottom lip as his hand fingered the hem of her skirt moving towards her hot wet patch. She could feel the bottoms of his digits rub gently along her stockings. She leaned to one side, slowing down her pumping so that she might free herself from the bondage of her undergarments. He pulled her her underwear down so that it was nestled just under her left cheek and she struggled to move her undies under right. She could feel the rough wool on her bottom and his middle finger began to trace her lips. She began pumping harder.
He gently traced her lips in a circular motion stopping only to lightly vellicate her button. He brushed his finger down to probe her with the very fine tip of his finger. She held her breath as he dipped in. He began to stroke her delicately, slowly but consistently. Her grip tightened.
They still had not even looked at each other, he realized.
Her breathing deepened but remained soft. Her eyes rolled back into her head, it was hard to continue pumping but it was necessary. She bit her lip. His finger picked up tempo and began to throb from the action. It wasnt used to such a work out. She began to grind against him, he started to alternate probing and stroking. She moaned quietly in approval almost abandoning her task at hand. She decided she needed to finish him off so that she could enjoy hers.
Rotating her wrist in a half circle motion she began massaging strictly his head, up and down. She could feel his groin being pushed in an upward motion. She released his penis and pushed his abdomen lightly so as to tell him 'settle down or we will get caught'. He understood. She continued her prior activity. He could feel it coming all at once. His balls ached as it felt like it had been a decade. The inside of her hand was now covered in a foamy precum, still wet but beginning to dry like rubber cement. He thought about how he would love to suck on this mystery womans thighs as another woman took him in her mouth. She would grind against his face, allowing his tongue inside of her. He thought about how he would blow his load in the second womans mouth. Thats when he shot. His finger went deep and she pushed down upon it.
He sat for a few seconds to regain semi conciousness. Pulling his finger from her he began at a furious pace. She clasped his thigh which was now covered in cum with her left hand and grabbed hold of her chair with her right. She was certain that there would be a wet patch when she had to vacate the chair. Her pedal throbbed with urgency. She thought of his tongue brushing harshly against her clit, mouth sucking away at her. She'd pull him by the hair into her, smothering him. He'd grab her cheeks and force her into his wanting mouth. Her legs shook as she achieved a long awaited climax. Her arms trembled slowly. She shut her eyes and felt his hand leave her.
When he awoke other passengers were beginning to leave the plane. The seat next to him was empty.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Blowjob Machine
He had worked on it for months and it was finally done.
God.
He was almost nervous at the prospect of finally using this thing. It was like the first meek and simple gradeschool fumblings. Shakey hands slipping beneath a blouse to caress a soft teenage breast. Hesitancy coupled with wanting.
But this was a machine. A cold, hard metallic machine.
Well, whats the worst that could happen?
Chew my dick off i spose. Thats sorta the opposite of what Im wanting. He said to himself.
All that work and thought HAD to be tested. By god. The prospect that this box works and works well? He could be a millionaire. Millions of men satisfied from sea to sea.
He gulped.
He flicked the switch. It began to lightly hum.
He flicked it off again.
He started to kneed his cock as there was only so much this machine could do.
In order to function properly, it needed a stiff penis.
His mind began to wander to the different objects of lust he had seen throughout the day.
She worked at the lab and was particularly goodlooking for a scientist (sadly, he found that they were an ugly lot throughout his school and professional career). She had recently come from France having worked under the tutelage of some of europes finest and seemed to bring much more to the table then simple intellect.
Her dress sense, although not particularly scandalous, was a step up from the usual dress suits/pant suits and lab smocks/gowns that he was familiar with. Today he had been spoiled. She had decided to wear his favorite. A pencil skirt.
It fit like a second skin. You could see every curve in her ample ass. It emphasized her slim waist. How did this coke bottle shape ever get taken over by slim models he would ask himself.
Sitting across from her in the office, he was privy to her standing up and sitting down. Wearing heels, she would walk to the copier allowing for her cheeks to jiggle slightly under that tight restricting material. She would chew on a pencil, her single foot on the toe of her shoe, loosely swinging, her aired mocha calf slightly flexed. Oh god what he wouldnt do to suck on the inside of her thighs.It always just a matter of time before she caught him staring with her own doe like eyes.
It was time.
He put the machine on. It sank, slowly fitting quite tightly around his member.
The interior had been lined with a synthetic crushed velvet rubber that would retain moisture. Rather than grow hard, it would continue to be soft and could become almost slippery.
The interior was a malleable substance, similar to silly puddy. Simple switches of knobs and a couple presses of buttons and the malleability could be altered. He switched the liquid button and it became damp in the machine.
He pulled the machine back up to the tip of his cock. It wasnt necessary to do this but the first slide had felt so good. Much like the first time a penis penetrates a tight expecting vagina. Swallowing the tip and slowly making room for the rest. Easing in, inch by inch.
The 3 cylinders which coincided with the base, middle and head of his limb started to slowly rotate and the hole tightened around the base of his cock. His mind flashed back to her mouth.
Her lips a natural pink, perhaps a shade less than that of a red grapefruit. It was a wide and inviting mouth. Always seemed to be partially open. He pictured her coral pink tongue flicking at the underside of his head, dipping down the back of his shaft. His head slightly penetrating her wide open lips. All the while her doe eyes staring up at him. Her mouth closed and her cheeks fell in as she started to suck, slowly pushing her face towards his pubic patch. The machine continued to whir.
She pulled back a little faster this time, ringing the base and mid of his rod with her small hands clockwise and counter clockwise, mouth never leaving his organ. As her face came down her hands would move to the sides allowing his penis to breach the confines of her mouth and head deeper into her throat. The machine began to speed up, the cylinder furthest to him tightening around the head of his phallus, milking it gently.
He pictured his hand slipping under her shirt, under her bra, handling her ebony nipple as she handled his member. Her pace increased as did her ferocity. Her lips and mouth smacking and slurping as his dick entered and left her mouth. He could feel his legs stiffen, first his thighs and then his calves. He pictured a single hand, cupping his testicles, spittle trickling down his shaft. Her, hungrily, hammering away as if his penis contained a life force. He grabbed ahold of the bun on the back of her bobbing head and held on with ferocity.
He could feel the first bit of precum trickle out of his urethra.
His penis began to burn, it rose from the base which was now covered in secretions, slowly through the shaft, inch by inch, rising slowly to the inflamed tip. Her mouth still wrapped around him, her hair now undone, tangled and hanging down, he tried holding on, pumping his cock, his hips rising and falling to the rhythm of the sucking, gently fucking her face, but it was no use. There was no way he could hold it. With her head jerking at a tempo, breathing in through his nose at first, then through his teeth and mouth he released a slow yelp. Then came his load. It spurt out of him leaving him weak, his anus twitching. She gently pushed her head down to swallow, his grip loosening and limps twitching slightly.
Slowly,opening his clenched eyes, the box dangling between his legs from his semiflacid penis, he realized the one thing he had overlooked.
That this machine should be a spitter and not a swallower.
God.
He was almost nervous at the prospect of finally using this thing. It was like the first meek and simple gradeschool fumblings. Shakey hands slipping beneath a blouse to caress a soft teenage breast. Hesitancy coupled with wanting.
But this was a machine. A cold, hard metallic machine.
Well, whats the worst that could happen?
Chew my dick off i spose. Thats sorta the opposite of what Im wanting. He said to himself.
All that work and thought HAD to be tested. By god. The prospect that this box works and works well? He could be a millionaire. Millions of men satisfied from sea to sea.
He gulped.
He flicked the switch. It began to lightly hum.
He flicked it off again.
He started to kneed his cock as there was only so much this machine could do.
In order to function properly, it needed a stiff penis.
His mind began to wander to the different objects of lust he had seen throughout the day.
She worked at the lab and was particularly goodlooking for a scientist (sadly, he found that they were an ugly lot throughout his school and professional career). She had recently come from France having worked under the tutelage of some of europes finest and seemed to bring much more to the table then simple intellect.
Her dress sense, although not particularly scandalous, was a step up from the usual dress suits/pant suits and lab smocks/gowns that he was familiar with. Today he had been spoiled. She had decided to wear his favorite. A pencil skirt.
It fit like a second skin. You could see every curve in her ample ass. It emphasized her slim waist. How did this coke bottle shape ever get taken over by slim models he would ask himself.
Sitting across from her in the office, he was privy to her standing up and sitting down. Wearing heels, she would walk to the copier allowing for her cheeks to jiggle slightly under that tight restricting material. She would chew on a pencil, her single foot on the toe of her shoe, loosely swinging, her aired mocha calf slightly flexed. Oh god what he wouldnt do to suck on the inside of her thighs.It always just a matter of time before she caught him staring with her own doe like eyes.
It was time.
He put the machine on. It sank, slowly fitting quite tightly around his member.
The interior had been lined with a synthetic crushed velvet rubber that would retain moisture. Rather than grow hard, it would continue to be soft and could become almost slippery.
The interior was a malleable substance, similar to silly puddy. Simple switches of knobs and a couple presses of buttons and the malleability could be altered. He switched the liquid button and it became damp in the machine.
He pulled the machine back up to the tip of his cock. It wasnt necessary to do this but the first slide had felt so good. Much like the first time a penis penetrates a tight expecting vagina. Swallowing the tip and slowly making room for the rest. Easing in, inch by inch.
The 3 cylinders which coincided with the base, middle and head of his limb started to slowly rotate and the hole tightened around the base of his cock. His mind flashed back to her mouth.
Her lips a natural pink, perhaps a shade less than that of a red grapefruit. It was a wide and inviting mouth. Always seemed to be partially open. He pictured her coral pink tongue flicking at the underside of his head, dipping down the back of his shaft. His head slightly penetrating her wide open lips. All the while her doe eyes staring up at him. Her mouth closed and her cheeks fell in as she started to suck, slowly pushing her face towards his pubic patch. The machine continued to whir.
She pulled back a little faster this time, ringing the base and mid of his rod with her small hands clockwise and counter clockwise, mouth never leaving his organ. As her face came down her hands would move to the sides allowing his penis to breach the confines of her mouth and head deeper into her throat. The machine began to speed up, the cylinder furthest to him tightening around the head of his phallus, milking it gently.
He pictured his hand slipping under her shirt, under her bra, handling her ebony nipple as she handled his member. Her pace increased as did her ferocity. Her lips and mouth smacking and slurping as his dick entered and left her mouth. He could feel his legs stiffen, first his thighs and then his calves. He pictured a single hand, cupping his testicles, spittle trickling down his shaft. Her, hungrily, hammering away as if his penis contained a life force. He grabbed ahold of the bun on the back of her bobbing head and held on with ferocity.
He could feel the first bit of precum trickle out of his urethra.
His penis began to burn, it rose from the base which was now covered in secretions, slowly through the shaft, inch by inch, rising slowly to the inflamed tip. Her mouth still wrapped around him, her hair now undone, tangled and hanging down, he tried holding on, pumping his cock, his hips rising and falling to the rhythm of the sucking, gently fucking her face, but it was no use. There was no way he could hold it. With her head jerking at a tempo, breathing in through his nose at first, then through his teeth and mouth he released a slow yelp. Then came his load. It spurt out of him leaving him weak, his anus twitching. She gently pushed her head down to swallow, his grip loosening and limps twitching slightly.
Slowly,opening his clenched eyes, the box dangling between his legs from his semiflacid penis, he realized the one thing he had overlooked.
That this machine should be a spitter and not a swallower.
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