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Wow……bro botar you very the free hor …..
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Bro birdie, damn good your story..
Thanks bro WooXo for taking time to read the stories .
Stay Tune for more !!!
Bro. Birdie, I enjoy reading your story too.
Here’s a short one for everyone
Watching My Wife Get Fucked:
Me and my wife decided to go watch the dancers at a local club. we had always talked about having another person join us. we just didn’t know when, or whom. after we were there for a while we were getting buzzed and my wife was getting very horny, bending over while a another guy was looking, she asked me if i would let another man fuck her. it took me by surprise but i was aroused, to say the least. we agreed that i would go over there and offer to play pool with the guy and get to know him after the first game i knew he would be up to it. my wife was sitting at the table next to us watching us play, and once in a while giving me a shot of her panties under her skirt. i was very much aroused and knew i should make a move. i told him the winner of the next game gets a blowjob from my wife. he looked very surprised, and said that sounds like it doesnt matter who wins, she looks like she wants to suck and fuck us both. she replied with the winner gets it first and ill even swallow. we both played our asses off and fast. we finished our drinks and headed for the door i told my wife to get in the back seat with him and she obliged. as soon as i pulled away from the curb she reached over and unbuttoned his pants and started sucking his cock, deepthroating him while he put his hands on the back of her head and holding her there while he fucked her face. after about 2 mins. he exploded into her mouth and she swallowed all of it. after arriving at our house i told my wife to get undressed. and expect to get fucked in her ass and pussy at the same time. i layed out a blanket on the floor and got on my back she straddled me sliding my cock in her dripping wet pussy.she lays down and whispers in my ear thank you know tell him to fuck me in the ass. he had the idea already. lowering himself into her. she moaned,“oh yes fuck me you guys fuck me”. our friend came first and climbed off and sat on the couch. i told my wife to lay on her stomach. so i could fuck her in the ass. i lowered myself onto her and pounded her hard and fast holding her head to the floor. we both came at the same time. i got up and traded position with our friend. are you up to it i asked my wife and she said you guys can do anything you want to me. so i watched him fuck her again and again. after a while we all showered and he left. thanking us for a great night. we loved it.
Garbage Man - 1
Nancy watched through her kitchen window as the big trash compactor moved down the street towards her house. She lived in the last house on the block, and since it was a dead end street, the driver always backed into her driveway so he could turn his rig around and make his exit. It was hot out to day, and even though it was only ten in the morning, the thermometer in the window showed eighty five degrees. The truck was now only one house away and Nancy stared intently as the garbage man jumped out of the driver’s seat and hefted a fifty five gallon barrel like it was a pillow and dumped the contents into the compactor! She crossed and uncrossed her legs while admiring a light layer of sweat shining on his black chest and arms, so when he pulled into her driveway and dumped her container, she opened the back door and yelled out, “Say, it’s awful hot out today, how about some iced tea!?!” He finished emptying her barrel, glanced at his watch, and replied, “Sure, why not, I’ve got a few minutes to spare!!!
“Come on in,” she said, while holding open the door for him, “have a seat at the kitchen table and I’ll get the tea out of the fridge!!!” “Sugar and lemon,” she asked? “Just lemon,” he replied while flashing his million dollar smile!!! After handing him his glass, she settled down in the chair next to his and began, “I’m really sorry, but after all these months I don’t even know your name!!!” He took a long swallow of tea and replied, “It’s Henry, Bobby Henry!” Nice to meet you Bobby,” she said while extending her hand, “I’m Nancy Evans!” Both of them sipped on their tea for a few moments before Nancy offered while taking his glass, “Let me get a little more ice for you!” As she stood up, she purposely let her robe fall open giving him a generous peek at her naked body! She dropped a few cubes into his glass and returned to her chair, only this time, leaving the top of her robe open far enough so that her breasts were clearly visible!!! Bobby tried to keep from staring, but when a young woman practically begs you to look at he boobs, well, in that case you take advantage of the situation!!! In a very calm quiet voice Nancy asked, “Do you like the way my breasts look, Bobby?!?”
If wasn’t for his being black, you could have seen the red rising in his cheeks from embarrassment as he stammered, “Uh, no, I mean yes, I’ve really got to go, I have a schedule to meet!!!” Being slightly bemused at his discomfort, she asked sweetly, “Why, Bobby, I do believe that you’re shy, haven’t you ever seen a white woman’s breasts before!?!” After making an audible gulping sound, he replied, “Uh, sure I have, lots of times, it’s just that, well, I know you’re married and all, and besides, you’re a customer of mine!!!” “That’s right,” she said with a smile, “and you know what they say about customers don’t you!?!” “W-what,” he stumbled?!?" “They say that the customer’s always right,” she replied while dropping her robe!!!
Garbage Man - 2
The look of consternation that up until that time had been etched on his dark face, was quickly replaced with one of lust!!! “Have you ever fucked a white woman,” she asked softly while cupping her 34b breasts and pinching her nipples?!? Now growing more emboldened he replied, “I’ve fucked a lot of white girls, and they love getting it from a brother!!!” And why would that be," she asked while putting on her little show!?! “Do you really want to know,” he replied with just a touch of insolence in his voice!?! “Why,” she asked, “is it some big secret!?!” He laughed a hearty laugh and shot back, “It’s big all right, big enough to make your white little ass shake!!!” “Oh, my,” she replied in mock fear, “do you think I should run and hide, I’m so scared!?!” It was then that he started unbuckling his gray work pants and said evenly, “You’re gonna get it just like every other white bitch, and you’re gonna love it!!!
Now leaning back against the kitchen counter, Nancy thrust her pussy forward in an open invitation to the young black stud!!! All ready bare above the waste, he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his trousers, leaving as his only clothing his white sweat socks and bright red bikini underwear!!! The outline of a very large erection could easily be seen through the thin nylon material, causing Nancy to moan as she imagined it in her hot little pussy!!! He gave a short cackling laugh and opined, “Just as I thought, you want it just like every other slut I’ve fucked, white, black, or purple, it don’t make no difference, all you bitches want Bobby’s big cock!!!
Now moving up right in front of her, he pushed his own crotch forward until his sheathed pecker was pressing against Nancy’s flat belly!!! “Feel that pecker,” he whispered, “I’ll bet that little white pussy’s already dripping like a faucet!!!” It was too, but dripping wasn’t the right word, it was flooding, and to prove it, all you had to do was look and see the little river of pussy juice running down the inside of Nancy’s right thigh!!! As her breathing was becoming more labored, Bobby took her hands and placed them on his shorts and ordered, “Okay, baby, it’s time to open your present, and I’ll guarantee you won’t want to return it!!!” No matter how Bobby tried to put down white women, there was one salient fact that he couldn’t deny, that being a cute little twenty five year old white woman had given him a huge hardon!!! “Oh, dear,” she breathed when it popped out of his shorts, “i-it’s beautiful!!!” “Well, bitch,” he said with a smirk, “you ain’t the first one to tell me that, now suck it for me!!!”
Garbage Man - 3
This was a moment she had been dreaming about for months, for just the opportunity to put this big black pecker into her mouth and suck it until it filled her mouth with cum!!! It was so smooth, the head that is, because the shaft was just the opposite, all bumpy with veins and dark skin!!! In her mind it was the perfect sex toy, the head was ideal for sucking, with it’s velvety glans shining with her saliva, while on the other hand the thick rough shaft would be perfect for fucking, with all of its irregularities that would arouse the inside walls of her vagina!!! She really wanted him to cum in her mouth, but since time was a factor, she let it slip from her mouth and begged, “Take me and fuck me, I want to feel you inside of me!!!” He stood at least six feet tall, while she was just a shade over five two and petite!!! After picking her up under her arms, he lifted her until her pussy was positioned directly over his hard pecker where he slowly let her descend on to its smooth head!!! “Oh, my gosh,” she moaned as the first few inches of meat slid inside of her, “y-you’re fucking huge!!!” He let her get her legs wrapped around his waist, asked her if she was ready, and then with one hard shove, pressed down on her hips, driving his long thickness deep into her tight little white pussy!!! Her first orgasm tore through her even before his cock bottomed out!!!
For the next five minutes she hung on for dear life as he bounced her up and down on his brutal shaft, and cumming over and over again, while being caught on his pecker like a coat on a hook, and even if she wanted to get off, she was stuck there until he wanted to let her go!!! Each of her orgasms seemed to be more intense than the one before it, and after her sixth one, by his count, he lifted her off his dick, put her on her knees in front of him, and ejaculated a huge spurting load of cum into her open mouth and all over her face!!! There was just something about shooting on to a white cunt’s face that always made his day!!!
As he was turning to leave he gave her one last glance, and laughed out loud as he looked at the disheveled mess that he had left sitting on the kitchen floor!!! “Hey, baby,” he remarked, “I hear it’s suppose to be hot next week again, why don’t ya have some tea ready for me, okay!?!” With a weak smile, she nodded her head and mouthed the word, okay!!!
Thanks bro kanpuah for your stories - NICE !!!
Here’s one of another short story : Title - Myself As An Offering :
I was feeling fiesty last night. A combination of PMS, recent stress, and a heated discussion about porn with both my shrink and my friend left me feeling a bit testy. I kept thinking about something my shrink had told me, that our bodies were meant to feel extreme pleasure and orgasm, and every moment that I gave in to fear and trauma instead, I was only further damaging myself. Self abuse, she called it. Perpetuating. It was a jagged little pill to swallow, and left a nasty taste in my mouth.As soon as my son was in safely tucked away in bed, I decided I’d had enought thinking for the day and it was time for action. Naked, lusty, enticing action, to be precise.
Hubby and I were watching TV. You know, stooopid TV, the only kind that can really get your mind off of that which ails it. Ok, ok, it was South Park, I confess. However, the incredibly low browed and crass humor wasn’t about to stand in the way of what I wanted. No, sir.
I asked Jack to sit in the middle of the couch. He looked up at me with one eyebrow raised, already clued in that something was up. I smiled at him saucily and dropped trou, then laid across him on the couch, pillow propped so I could still watch TV. Darling Jack then had a lapful of delectable ass to pet while he continued to watch TV.
I’m a tricky one, I am. At least, I fancy myself to be. I figured it was perfect- he gets a naked woman draped across his lap, but she isn’t insisting he do anything. No pressure, just the weight of my hips on his groin, ha.
We continued watching TV, and Jack was making the happiest little noises of appreciation while he laughed along at the silly show and rubbed his hands firmly over my bared bottom. Might he choose to spank it? Might he choose to pet it? Perhaps he could flip off the TV and fuck his slutty wife, or just watch the show and squeeze my almighty cheekiness as he pleased. So many options, and all left up to him. I requested nothing, but offered everything.
Turns out to be a good combination.
Jack squeezed and rubbed for a bit, but couldn’t resist pushing a little further. His hand slid down between my thighs and slowly rubbed across my pussy, paying just a moments attention to my swelling clit. I continued watching the show but couldn’t help moaning and arching my back up into the air, spreading my legs just a bit more.
He slid a finger inside me and I gasped. He started to work me over, slowly and patiently, both of us still watching TV and laughing, but both moaning and getting hotter as time went on. I could feel his cock stiffen and push up against my belly, and I wasted no time in reaching up the leg of his shorts and grabbing it tightly in my hand. I stroked him, slowly, fully engaged in the hardness of his shaft, the heat of his balls, the way his pubic hair curled and twisted around my fingers as I lowered my hand to the base of him. Fucking delicious.
Each commercial break would only intensify the play, the moaning, the wanton lust I felt building. I was wet, so wet I could hear his fingers as they slid in and out of me. My breasts hurt from the painfully sheer desire of wanting to be touched, bitten, anything. And there is nothing sweeter than laying naked over a man’s lap, at least to me. The vulnerability is overwhelming. I was an offering unto him. What he chose to take was his bidding. I wanted him to take it all, but I was willing to let it be submissive, on his terms, at his pace. Had he just rubbed my ass and we’d gone to bed, sure, I would have been a bit disappointed, but he obviously had more on his mind, and I was game to whatever his darling heart fancied.
Finally the show ended. After thirty minutes of squirming and moaning and laughter, we were both so relaxed and lusty I knew it was time to turn up the heat. I got up, pulled one leg over to straddle him, and pushed my cunt into his face. “Lick me,” I said, grinning. “Lick my pussy, please,” I begged. He just smiled, delighted at my initiative (and dexterity, there hasn’t been a lot of that lately with PT), and started in to licking my clit.
Fuck. I half stood, half knelt on the couch, perched above him, looking down. I watched as he closed his eyes and eagerly lapped at my clit. I don’t know for certain but I imagine his thoughts were something along the happy lines of, “Damn, my wife is such a fucking slut. I love it.” That, at least, was the expression on his face. Unfortunately, his fingers were no longer inside me and my cunt hurt from the lack. I let him lick for just a minute or two, and then lowered myself to his lap, where he had already ripped his shorts down, maybe off, who cares? It wasn’t like I was paying that much attention. I saw his stiff cock beneath me, and that was all I cared about.
I played with it for just a moment, and then pushed him inside me, lowering myself onto him, impaling myself with him. “Unnnngh!” I groaned, the feeling so delectable, so complete, so fucking right that I had no words for it, not that it mattered. He rose up to meet me, hips in the air, but damn if I couldn’t get him deep enough. Fuck it. His cock was inside me, I was riding him, fucking him, pussy wet and abandon lost.
He leaned forward, face chasing my nipples as my breasts swung up and down before him, finally clamping down on one niople with his teeth. As I thrust myself back down, he didn’t let go, and the searing pain through my tit just made me hotter. He knows what I like.
I thought about running to grab the nipple clamps but I didn’t want to leave his lap for anything…although the idea of riding him, nipples clamped with the chain swinging, him watching me masturbate while I fucked him until he could watch an orgasm transcend my face was pretty damn appealing.
He bit, I thrust. Deeper, deeper, dammit! I played with my clit, leaning back so he could admire the view, visual creature that he is. Finally I couldn’t take it. “I need you deeper!” I panted, desperate to feel his cock push at the places I simply can’t reach alone.
We ended up in the kitchen, me bent over the counter, totally getting off on the hard cold counter crushing my breasts as he fucked me from behind. I would slip a bit, and the edges of the counter would scrape across my nipples, sending me into shuddering orgasms. I could feel my pussy open to him, willing him to cum deeply inside me, then clamp back down on his dick as I came again. Over and over, the feeling of the delicate skin of his cock, the hardness beneath it, and the muscular force of his thrusts drove me over the edge.
I came for him, I came for him, I came for me, I came. Finally I felt his dick get thicker, heard his breathing get jagged, and I felt the pulse of his cock and he thrust his cum deeply inside me. Why I love it so fucking much, I don’t know, but the feeling of him splashing up inside me always makes me cum again, and I did.
I then dropped face first onto the counter, thankfully not far or I might have really hurt myself. I had to laugh. He fucked me so righteously I did a damn face plant onto the counter when he finished. Fuck.
We stood there like that, him slowly moving his softening cock inside me, our hips locked together in a slow grind, until he pulled himself out. I must confess, I almost always swear when he does it. I hate it, I really do. I wish I could just keep his cock inside me, fall asleep like that, wake up and grind my ass up against him till I cum again, fall back asleep, do it again….well, a girl can dream. As it was, it’s not like I was left wanting, there’s just something about a pussy full of his hot cum that makes me feel sluttier than ever. I love it. I just fucking love it.
I stumbled down the hall and fell asleep, happy as hell. This morning, when I woke up, I stood up and felt his juices dripping out me. Damn. I was instantly horny. He fucked me again after my son got on the bus, before Jack had to leave for work, and here I sit, pussy throbbing with the memory of it all.
I want to offer myself to him again. Now. Until then, I think I’ll take care of my throbbing wet self the best I can…
The End …….
Here’s another one - Title : Fantasy Revealed :
One afternoon, we were out of town on vacation and sitting in a booth at a bar in our hotel when I first revealed to her my fantasy of wanting to watch her have sex with another man. Her response surprised me because I expected rejection but instead heard her ask, “What do you want to see me do with this other man.”
Even though we have been married for three years I was caught completely off guard by her non-rejection of the theme. Thus, I was awkwardly silent while struggling to begin an explanation of my now revealed sexual desire.
During that contemplative silence she was looking about the bar and quickly blurted out “Would you like to see me do it with that guy at the bar?”
I followed her eyes to see the object that had caught her attention. He was young, early twenties in a sports coat and slacks sitting alone at the bar. I felt even more awkward as my mind contemplated the tangled boundary that lies between reality and fantasy. Tension consumed me.
“Would you do it with him?” I soon asked.
Her eyes turned to me and while staring into my eyes, she asked, “Do you want me to approach him to see if he would do it?”
I was now even more surprised than ever by seeing a side of her that had never been revealed to me before.
I told her that my fantasy required that this “other person” be a stranger because involving someone we knew would be too complicated.
“Do you want me to ask him?” she asked again.
When I blurted out, “I think so”, she turned to survey him again.
I watched her gorgeous body walk over and sit next to him at the bar. I watched him buy her a drink. I watched them talk. Later, after their second drink, I saw him turn to look across the room at me. Then several minutes later, they both got up and came to sit at the booth with me.
After an uncomfortable introduction, Richard told me that he was also from out town on business and was interested in the arrangement that Sheri had described. I asked him to tell me what his understanding of the arrangement was.
He turned to look at Sheri and replied “As I understand it, the three of us will go to your room and you will watch her and I have sex. Is that right?”
“Yes, that is what we have in mind”
When we got to the room, Richard was gleaming at my wife when he asked “What will you be doing while Sheri and I do our thing?”
I replied, “I only want to watch”.
Richard approached her, gently pulled her to him and they began kissing. Soon, they were lying on our bed. As they kissed, his hand found her breast before it plunged under her dress to search for her sexual goldmine.
In less than an hour from the time I had revealed my sexual fantasy to my wife, I was watching a complete stranger begin to make love to her. Sheri was completely ignoring me while letting Richard have his way with her. My sexual interest was heightened by watching them in a way I had never felt before. This sight was so stimulating I was about to have an orgasm.
He pulled her panties off, pushed her dress up and lowered his head to be six inches from her pussy when he exclaimed, “God, your pussy looks good; seeing it really turns me on”. He then buried his face at that love junction between her legs.
She still had all her clothes on when he dropped his pants, climbed on top of her and brought his large erection to the entrance of her glory spot. I then saw her hand take his manliness to guide it into her. They were intensely kissing again as his dick became deeply imbedded inside of her. In the next few minutes, neither of them moved. As he lay on top of her, they continued kissing without moving. Soon, he rose his head and groaned, “I’m coming”, and began to viscously pump his hips, which caused his dick to rapidly move in and out of her.
She immediately began to fuck him back. I watched the two of them pound and grind each other as his seed flowed from being in him to be in her. Her butt was driving up and down in time with his bouncing hips. Afterwards, they were lying next to each other when he said, that he wanted to do it again. He asked her to take her clothes off, which she did, When he took his off, they were both naked when he asked her to suck him to make him hard again. When she had done that, he was lying on her back when he told her to get on top. After she sat on top of him, she had her knees on either side of his waist with his dick buried inside of her. He then told her he wanted to see her move to make herself come.
I then watched my wife begin bouncing her ass up and down on his erect penis. She leaned forward and was looking down into his eyes as he felt both of her tits. He maneuvered his body to accentuate her every move. Soon she was breathing hard and moaning. When she loudly exclaimed, “Ohhh… Ohh… Ohhh…”, I knew she was coming.
This went on for an hour with them in many different positions before he proclaimed he was coming again.
When he got dressed and was heading out the door he asked if he could see us again before we left the hotel. Sheri took his phone number and said we would think it over.
This one quite interesting - Masturbating :
I wake. I don’t know the time nor what I was dreaming. I’m not really awake yet, and it seems very natural that my hand should move lower, between my legs. I part my thighs and arch my back a little. My eyes are still shut, and it’s so cold out there, I don’t want to leave this small part of warmth here under the duvet. I don’t want full consciousness yet.
I sigh. My fingers trace my labia, then part them. I slide one finger inside. I’m already a bit wet there, and I trace myself, spreading that slippery wetness. It brings out more, and I feel a single pulse deep inside my cunt, that ache to be filled. I push my hips up, towards my fingers, but I won’t let them descend
fully yet on my clit; I want to prolong this, just as you would.
Now up. To my clit, and I gasp a little and bite my lip when I get there. It springs up as it always does, grows plumper, more sensitive, more slippery. One finger, rubbing, dreamy slowness, circles soft, then more firmly, then soft again. . .
I slow down. I don’t want to come too soon.
I slide a finger inside myself and clench around it, and then I bring my fingers up to my mouth and taste myself. I don’t why but the taste changes, I don’t know if it has to do with where I am in my cycle, or with diet, or some other weird alchemy of body and mind. There’s always a similar note though, I think there must be for all women, some individual scent and taste that is the base note for all our variations. I don’t taste or smell quite like my one girlfriend’s cunt did, nor did she smell or taste quite the same all the time. I lick my
fingers, and now I open my legs more, as I bring my fingers back.
I could come very quickly, and sometimes I do; those orgasms that are had for the relief of tension, or on the edge of falling asleep. Or I could spend three hours, break out the toys. Not today, neither of these. This is the waking up kind of wanking.
On my clit now, again. Slow circles that bring me suddenly so close, I did not know the edge was right there, and I have to stop, before going on.
I’ll bring myself to this edge 3 or 4 times, coming to the cliff and then backing off from the plunge. I don’t dread falling, I long for it.
My hips press down now, rocking in their own rhythm. pushing me forward.—and then I come, and shudder helplessly, I shake, and there are no thoughts now, the blackboard of the mind wiped purely clean. My thoughts fly, scatter like sparrows, my mind empties like that abandoned wire against the sky, and ll I am conscious of now is pure sensation, the wetness coating my fingers, the heat of my cunt pulsing around them.
I’m helpless now, opened up in more than the physical sense, and though I have scrupulously not thought of you, not at all, nor of anyone . . . This is when I am suddenly filled with your voice, as I come, although I don’t want to be, at all. I’m flooded with the image of you kneeling here, your tongue slipping into me, the rough velvet of your tongue gently and urgently tracing these soft folds, while your fingers open me to you even more. How I’d push upward against your tongue, my hands on your head, my fngers gripping your hair, as I lift my hips to help guide the chalice of myself to your lips. I push
these images away from me as quickly as they occur, yet not quickly
enough. I can close my mental eye to these images and banish them, but
I don’t seem able to control what I hear, and it’s your voice that stays no matter what; it invades me and undoes me as I come, as I shake. I’m inundated with it, like drowning, like diving.
I can’t drive it out. I cry out, in coming, I can’t ever help that, and as the memory of your voice saying my name fills my head I think I come harder, because of it.
I lie still in my bed after, heartrate and breathing returning to normal, hand still between my legs. I hold onto myself.
I don’t think of you but you’re here all the same. I open my eyes.
The End !!!
One Teasing story coming up - Title : Melt
My bed. We’re naked, and I won’t let you any longer be above me, despite how I love and crave to bear your weight on top of me.
I reach a point where I need to be on top, where I can no longer bear this gentle teasing.
I straddle you, and take your cock in my hand. You haven’t been inside me yet, but you will be, and now is when I need to kneel over you.
I take your cock between both my hands, and kneeling above you I use it. I trace it along my naked and bare slit, so you can feel how wet I am already there, and I tease you and me both by rubbing your cock now, gently, the head of it, on my clit, parting me at last.
I love my body, this source and root of sensual pleasure, and I also don’t like my body, of course, –does any woman?–but I know you love it, and you love for me to be on top for this reason also, so you can look at me. I watch you, and I close my eyes when I drag the head of your cock over me, and smile, and not because I don’t want to watch you but because I know you love to watch me, my face, like this, lost in our pleasure, dreaming, drowning.
Lost; drifting in the underwater world.
I want you inside me now, I need that. I open my eyes, I watch your face, your eyes, I lift; I straddle you, I hold the head of your cock just between the lips of my cunt. I want you to feel the heat, the wetness there.
I want you to beg me, before I let you in, just a little.
But now you grab my hips and I catch my breath. I think you’ll pull me onto you. I think you’ll impale me.
You don’t.
You pull me upward instead, towards you, towards your mouth.
No, I say, involuntarily. I always do. I can’t only take pleasure, and I have to say no, when someone gives me it.
Yes, you say. Gently, urgently. Yes. You pull me by my hips, that one arm wrapped around them, you pull me towards you. You position me above your mouth.
I shake, I tremble, I shiver. I grasp my headboard. I’m kneeling now above your face, my thighs spread. If I did not cling to the iron of my headboard, I would fall. I hang on, and my knuckles are already white, before your tongue ever touches
me. I already feel naked and vulnerable, before you open me, as I kneel over your face. I already feel split open, and already I am wet; then your tongue parts me.
Your hands are on my hips, holding me firm above you. Your tongue probes me, opens me.
I melt. I run like melting ice. Unlocked, I flow.
You open me with your tongue, while your arm is around my hips; then one hand snakes up, and while your tongue is against my clit the fingers of your other hand suddenly part me, open me fully.
You sink one finger in, and then two, while you kiss me. You kiss my cunt, my clit, you make love to it with your tongue, your lips, and your fingers sink into me at the same time, obscenely opening me, spreading me for your hungry mouth, penetrating me, taking me.
I cling to the headboard, I want to lift myself away from your mouth’s knowledge of me, from your ownership of me, I want to hide. But I can’t escape. I can’t escape that tongue–you hold my hips still and unmoving, firm, in place.
I shake.
You hold me steady.
My arms tremble, like all of me. I can’t do anything. I can feel how wet I am–how wet you’ve made me. I feel it running down the insides of my thighs. I feel it against your cheek, which is against my thigh. I can feel how I am drowning you and drenching you with my cunt. I cannot help it, this is what you do to me, this is me, coating you, your face.
I can’t bear it. I feel the tender abrasion of your cheek against my thighs, that roughness there because you need to shave again, and as if my own thought passed through your own mind at the same instant, you turn aside suddenly, press your lips to the hollow of my inner thigh, kiss me, and then bite me gently and carefully, expertly, there, a lover’s bruise I’ll find in the morning, blooming on that most pale and delicate secret skin. I feel the muscle there jump and quiver as your lips touch my thigh, and I know you feel it too, leaping under your lips and mouth, like my pulse, my heartbeat there. The tenderness and intimacy of this caress alone almost undoes me, makes my heart melt too, running over everything.
You pull me down now against you, you want me to let go, in every sense. You want to devour me, you want my cunt pressed against your face, I hear you inhale greedily, I feel you drink me, and your hand and arm try to pull me down even more. I can’t.
I need to turn around. I can’t bear this. I can’t bear to only receive and not give pleasure, and I need to twist around. I need to lie on top of you, I need to have your cock in my mouth now–if this must go on, I need to have you in my mouth too. Please.
It’s the only way I can go on, with your tongue against me like that,with my secret heart laid bare and beating and open to you. I need your cock in my mouth. Please. I need your most secret self laid bare and beating in my hands.
I take your hands in mine, I peel your arm off my waist, though you resist. I pull away. I twist, I pivot on your fingers still inside me, and I lie down on top of you. I hold your balls gently with one hand and with the other I touch your cock at last, gently at first because I savour that initial gasp I tear from you, and because I love to touch you gently at first, before I settle down to the real business of making love to you, of fucking you. I stroke your cock with my fingers lightly from bottom to top, and I place my tongue against that exact place on the head of it–you know the one—-before, with a sigh, I take the head of you into my warm and waiting and wet mouth.
I taste myself and my desire there, on your cock, mixing with the taste of your own.
This is the same moment when your lips wrap around me again, around my clit, and I must close my eyes at the same time as my lips close around your cock, and I shudder on top of you for an interminable and eternal instant as your hands hold my hips, your thumbs opening me, spreading my cunt open for you, splaying all of me open for your mouth. I must shake and cling to you like this, before I can go on, distracting myself from the pleasure you give me by the pleasure I know I can and will give you.
Now.
Now we can begin.
The End !!!
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Title : Hole
I’m on my hands and knees. I tilt my hips up, but I want to tip them up higher. I have to drop down so that I’m on my elbows and my face is in the pillow. I can’t support myself with just my hands; my arms will shake too much, because all of me is trembling. The same way I can’t come standing up unless he holds me up, my knees and all of me goes weak, liquid, hot.
His hands hold me open, his hands on my ass, splitting all of me open for him to take, see, know. I don’t know what I will feel first, or where. I want this, this sort of exposure, and it also frightens me in a way. I hold my breath, or try to. I feel this naked and vulnerable with him anyway, all the time, this is only the physical symbol of that.
What I feel–it’s not him opening me with his cock. Not yet.
He lays his cock against me, against my open cunt, the tip towards my ass, his balls against my clit. He rubs his length of his cock between and against my opening and wet lips. Not inside me yet, he just wants the shaft against me, to feel the heat and wetness generating there.
I reach back. I need more contact, I take his balls on one hand and press them gently against me, my clit.
(this is when I begin to lose control over my silence.)
He’s teasing himself, but also me.
I feel him pull back, I let go, there’s suddenly cool air there hitting me, where his cock was. Then the head of it. Just pressing there, against my clit.
Show me, [O], my lover says, use me. Use my cock. Show me.
I reach back. I don’t speak. I don’t have words for this. I take his cock in my hand, the heft and weight and thickness, the bloodpulse of it, and I press the swollen head of it against my clit. Slippery, hard also, wanting.
I know [X] loves to watch, and needs to see my need, not only feel it.
I rub him against me and feel his hands tighten on my ass and hips, his fingers digging in, I hear his intake of breathe, the choked gasp like the one I’m making, have been, smothered.
I turn my face against the pillow, I know he wants to see me.
Now I’m teasing me, but also him. Up, down, around, getting the head of his cock shiny slick, wet, moving down and rubbing it against me, where I’m opening. I dont push him in yet, I pull back, up, to my clit again.
Then I have to. I guide the head of his cock to me, I press him in.
Just the head, stretching me open and invading me. It takes a minute always to adjust to that, this penetration of one’s most secret self my another, no matter how much you want it and are ready and aching and demanding it. Even though it also feels most natural, like the key turning in a lock, something built to fit, there is this moment of invasion and acceptance.
He pushes in, giving me a moment to adjust, take him in. One inch, two. The thickness of the head, the slight dip after it, then the thickness of the shaft, only one inch.
Count.
Breathe.
Open.
More. Give me more of you, now.
I want more. I want him to press ahead. I want all. He stops, waits. Breathe. I feel how wet I am, how it runs out of me. I reach around. I take the rest of his cock in my hand. I push back on him.When he slides into me now my hands find the metal of my bedstead. I need to hang on to something. I have to. My fingers wrap around the metal, my nails bite
into my hands. I know he can see my hands clutching, cam see my knuckles are white. This involuntary movement also tells him I want him, and what I want, just like my hips and ass thrusting up against him tell him as surely and truly as any words I might say.
This is the other language, the body-language, the one lovers are fluent in and speak secretly and privately and only to each other. It’s the language of rhythm and pulse and throb like that of the heart that keeps beating even when we want it to stop; it beats I am, I am. It matters but it also doesn’t matter in this instant that he also fucks another, because this is our language of need for each other, and no other. Inviolate, he violates me. What is desire like, for men? For me, for women I think, it’s this sudden awareness of this absence, this hollow, this need to be filled, this emptiness that didn’t exist before. Suddenly we feel it, suddenly it exists, it did not exist until we wanted someone. Now it’s there, an ache, a hollow, sudden, piercing.
It’s like love in a way, the need for one specific Other, suddenly, to be complete. Something not-us and once not-known is now essential, necessary.
Now he fucks me, driving deep and slow. Pulls my hips back onto him with each thrust, feels me pushing back, yes, now, this, deep. Not pulling his cock out of me all the way, only pulling back an inch, thrusting again, he needs to be in me deep, all the way.
I tilt my ass up for him, I want him that deep, it hurts and I want that hurt, that pain when he hits my cervix, that mouth there hungry also. I love to be fucked like this, and I love it when he fucks me like this, because he splits me open, fills me, I love his cock and need it–this cock, this man. This cock is beautiful and the largest I have ever known, it hurts, fills, rends, gives pleasure through pain–but it is attached to this man, this one, and I want both just this deeply. Like this. Inside.
Inside me, the tight secrecy of the self split open, apart. This is why I need him to fuck me like this, ass in the air and my cunt and ass opened to him fully, all of me opened and splayed wide for fingers or tongue or cock. Any of them, anywhere. Fill me.
Now he pauses, pulls back. The head of his cock still in me, and i want him to plunge in again, to drive deep and deeper still.
I also want his cock in my mouth, I want that too. Or to feel him pressing against me opening up my ass. to feel his cock
nudging me there, prying me open with just the head, I cannot take more yet but I want to take all, but I love to feel him coming in me there, I love how his come will run out of me after, I love the pain and the way I will feel his cock in me long after, that memory of being joined when we’re not.
I’m waiting, how will he fuck me, where?
Make me whole, fill me.
The End !!!