The Poison Orgasm
I am amazed at the opposites of life: lovely and repulsive, unblemished and tainted, and of course, pleasure and pain. Seemingly opposites remain, yet how is it that paths cross so profoundly even to one exchanging for the other?
I was fighting the worst bought of poison oak I had ever had, covered over 70% of my body with shiny red, itchy, blistering welts. It pained me to look at myself. My form remained true, but the covering was marred horribly. The affliction spread freely in angry blotches as if seeking retribution. I felt unchaste – violated in an almost Biblical way with visible evil. I avoided even glancing myself in my mirror while dressing or getting into the shower.
I received unsolicited pieces of advice from far and wide, finding several tidbits useful, but I adored one in particular. Supposedly, heat releases histamines –the hormones that make you itch – so taking a hot shower was actually supposed to relieve itching. I was skeptical at first because the heat seemed as if it would unwisely fan the flames of hell, open pores, spread the rash, and damage my tarnished skin even further, but this advice checked out with my doctor provided that all the oils had been previously washed from my skin.
I had already scrubbed with oak-remover thoroughly and had showered at least a dozen times over the two days of suffering just to make doubly sure times six that I had removed the oils, so I was ready to experiment. I began lightly at first, steaming a bit and gradually backing into the shower stream until the first sprays splattered my caramelized skin. I imagined the itch imps swirling down the drain with faint dizzy cries, and then I felt it. I shuddered against the sensation. It felt so heavenly. Unbelievable – it was almost intolerably good – literally heaven within hell. I fluttered my eyes in response to confirm it for myself. It was as if the streams were embracing me and caressing the poison, irresistibly coaxing its blight to blessing. I twisted the shower head for maximum pressure and gyrated into its sputter, bending branch-like and fluttering my skin to let it touch each and every part of me, purifying the evil. I wanted to feel it all over, but I didn’t want to give it up in the place it was currently pleasuring me. It was a spotlight – an absolutely supreme and undeniable focus of titillation pulsing into me.
I opened myself completely and welcomed it inside; I felt I could both be filled and consumed by the pulsing liquid at the same time. Involuntarily I rose to my toes and opened my mouth, shifting my spotlight.
I turned and pressed my hands to the glass of my shower stall, bent and spread my legs, allowing the falling liquid to sweetly beguile the venom in my skin. I imagined the serpent courting Eve and began to sway under the stream, caressing my fluid lover, feeling his tendrils running down my sinews and funneling into my crack with slight overspray jumping off my butt cheeks. I rose again onto my toes and leaned forward slightly more to allow the stream to run lick my enraptured pussy. My muscles tightened and I heard my pleasure jump from my mouth. I held the fitful giddy sensation as long as I could, arching my back greedily, savoring my pillager through my lover.
I spun to offer completely and immediately my worst manifestation of evil – my poisoned nipple. It had been a blithe of pain and obsessive itchiness for me since the rash’s onset. It begged to be scrapped and scalded. I was so done with the suffering that I pushed it up into the stream, turning the heat up unbearably. The kneading water gripped me, pushing into my skin exquisitely, expertly intoxicating the toxin. I tightened, feeling my pleasure pushed to the edge. My peak rose quickly, and suddenly I crested in a consecrated divine adultery of pleasure through pain.
I rested my back on the glass, put my arms hands down below me, flexed my thighs, and slid down to the stall floor with a bang. My feet and butt flat, I tented my knees and let them fall, resting in the corner of the stall with my pussy in the stream, enjoying the post-pleasure shudders of my consecrated curse. I contemplated original sin: the knowledge of good and evil. What, after all, would sensual pleasure be without the apple?
The End
The Package
You open your mailbox and look inside. The only thing there is a yellow slip of paper, left by the postman. “Package Pickup,” it says. There is a check mark in the box beside the line that says, “Package too large.”
“I’m not expecting any packages.” you say out loud. There’s nobody around to hear you but you don’t care. You double check the name and address written in the “addressee” box. There is no mistake. It is addressed to you. It is too late to go to the post office. You will never get there before closing time. You will have to wait until tomorrow, after work.
You can’t stop thinking about your package all day long. You keep looking at the slip and trying to imagine who could have sent you something in the mail. You spend the entire day wracking your brain. Try as you might, nobody comes to mind. Time drags on as you trudge through your work. It seems like five O’clock will never come.
Finally! It is quitting time! You finish your work and make a mad dash toward your car with the little yellow slip of paper in hand. “Location: Central Post Office,” it reads. You will have to drive all the way across town to get there. With rush hour traffic, you know this will be a long trip.
You feel insane with anticipation as you weave your way through the clogged highways. It is no picnic, driving in this traffic! The lobby closes at 6:00 P.M. You arrive, just in time. The surly postal worker is there, getting ready to lock the door just as you dart inside. Still, there are about twenty people standing in line.
“It’s just one thing after another!” you say to yourself. The woman standing in line must have heard you say it under your breath. She turns around and gives you a dirty look, as if to say, “Wait your turn, buddy!”
It seems like an eternity but you finally reach the counter. You hand over your slip. The clerk barks out, “I.D. please!” You pause for a moment with a confused look on your face. “Sign here!” she growls. You fumble for your wallet and pull out your driver’s license. She scrutinizes your photo like a border guard at Checkpoint Charlie. She tosses your I.D. back across the counter, turns around and goes off to find your package.
She returns with, not one, but two large cardboard boxes! They are about two feet square and almost three feet long! “Tell your friend that the post office isn’t supposed to handle packages this large!” she says in an irritated voice. “I’m sorry…” you mumble back as you fumble to pick up the boxes.
The boxes aren’t very heavy for their size but they are bulky and difficult to maneuver. They are a little bit too large to get both arms securely around. You have to grip them from the sides and stack them up. The surly man at the door grunts as he pushes it open for you. “Thanks!” you call back. You stumble across the parking lot and plop the boxes down on the trunk of your car. They are just small enough to fit. All the way home, you keep trying to think of who would have sent you those packages. There is no return address on them. You know you haven’t ordered anything from the internet.
You almost drop your boxes several times, wrestling them up the stairs and into your apartment. You have to set them down on the floor in front of your door while you fish your keys out of your pocket.
“Must be nice!” your neighbor winks, playfully, as she passes by, noticing the large packages you are hauling inside. You smile politely but your mind is focused on getting the door open and moving the boxes inside. You barely get the door closed behind you before you start tearing into the boxes to find out what is inside. You tear off the label and rip open the packing tape. There is still no indication of who sent these packages or why.
You open the box. You reach inside. Your heart races and you let out an audible gasp as your hand sinks into something soft and furry. You tear away the tissue paper covering. There is a large, soft fur covered pillow in the box!
You are quite knowledgeable about fur but you still can’t tell what kind of fur the pillow is made from but it is definitely the softest you have ever felt. It is long and soft and silky smooth. Your hands sink in and completely disappear into the fur. You look back into the box. There is another pillow exactly like the first.
You pick up both pillows and hug them close to your body. You rub your face into the fur. It is soft and warm and inviting. It feels like the pillows are filled with goose down. They are squeezably soft!
You immediately begin to have sexy thoughts about the fur. You are beginning to get excited. You have an uncontrollable urge to feel that wonderfully soft fur all over your naked body but the other box beckons. You waste no time in opening it.
Inside, there is more fur, just as you imagined. This time it isn’t in the form of a pillow. You tug on the corner and pull. Out comes a huge fur blanket. It is made from the same kind of fur the pillows are made of. You pull and pull as more and more fur comes out of the box and piles into your lap. There seems to be more fur than could possibly fit into a box this size. It is almost like magic. The more you pull, the more fur comes out of the box. You finally reach the end and realize you are surrounded by an ocean of fur!
You look back into the box again. There is still more fur inside! “How can this be?” you marvel. You start pulling the fur out of the box again. It is another fur bedspread but, this time, there are elastics sewn into the edges. It must be a fitted mattress cover.
A sweet, leathery scent of fresh pelts surrounds you and invades your senses. You become obsessed with the fur all around you. Several minutes pass while you gently stroke the fur and imagine yourself swimming naked in it. You temporarily lose track of time. Suddenly, you come to your senses and decide that the best place for all this fur is on your bed. You force your mind to stay in reality long enough to pick it all up in your arms and haul it to the bedroom. There is so much fur it takes you three trips.
You pick up the empty boxes and the packing and you inspect everything. There is no letter or invoice inside. There is no paperwork of any kind, nor is there any sign of its origin. You can wait no longer. You stack the boxes by the back door. You plan to take them out to the bin in the morning. The tent pole in your pants reminds you that you’ve got better things to do right now. You make a beeline back to the bedroom.
You strip the old blankets, pillows and sheets of the bed in seconds flat. You toss them into the closet and shut the door. You slip the fitted cover right over the bare king sized mattress. It fits perfectly. You smooth out the cover a little then you fold out the fur blanket. It has fur on both sides! It goes all the way down to the floor on three sides. There is still enough fur left to fold down the top edge. You plop the pillows into place then you quickly make one last pass to fluff and straighten the fur. You stand back to admire your handiwork. This is one hell of a fur bed! You can hardly wait to crawl into it.
You quickly run around the apartment to lock the doors and turn off all the lights. You close the window shades and take the telephone off the hook. You stand in the bedroom, looking at the shadowy outline of your new fur bed as you begin to strip off your clothes.
You kick off your shoes and pull off your socks. You unbutton your shirt and drop it on the floor. There is a distinct metallic clinking sound as you unfasten your belt buckle. Your pants fall to the floor in a heap around your ankles. You kick them aside.
Your dick is completely hard when you start to slide your underwear down to your ankles but, at the last second, you have a horrible thought.
“What if I can’t help myself and I come all over my new fur?” you think to yourself.
You pull your shorts back up and leave them on just for safety.
You lean over and run your hands through the fur one last time before you crawl in. A chill runs up your spine. Visions of fluffy, soft fur wrapping itself all around your body drift through your head. You are irresistibly drawn into the fur bed like steel being drawn to a magnet. It is as if you have no control over your actions.
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You shiver with anticipation as you crawl across the bed and pull back the covers. You cry out with pleasure as your feet slip in between the layers of fur. You pull the blanket up over your body and you cry out again. It is the most delicious feeling you ever had! You are conscious of your woody growing to gargantuan proportions like you’ve never experienced before. It is the most incredible sensation you have ever felt.
You pull the fur up tight, under your chin and snuggle your head down between the two giant pillows. It feels like you are nestling in between two giant, furry breasts. You run your hands through the soft folds of fur all around you. You rub it over your bare chest and stomach. You close your eyes and drink in as much of this furry Heaven as you can. You have an overwhelming urge to masturbate in the fur but, as you inhale your next deep breath, a calm, relaxing feeling descends on you.
You inhale again. The strong, sweet smell of freshly tanned pelts penetrates your senses. Your eyes grow heavy and your vision blurs. You feel like you have been drugged. In less than a minute, you fall into a deep sleep, snuggled in your yummy-soft fur bed.
You wake several hours later. You feel groggy and disoriented. You look around the room to see if you are still in your own bedroom. Everything looks familiar but you have a strange feeling that you are not alone. There is an unseen presence in bed with you! You lay still for a while, silently trying to figure out what is going on.
You move your hand between the layers of soft fur as a sense of calm eases over you again. You close your eyes and bundle up two hands full of fur as you try to roll over in bed and fall back to sleep.
Your body doesn’t move!
Something is holding you firmly in place! The fur all around you suddenly feels stiff and heavy like wet cement! You take a few seconds to gain composure before you try to push the fur aside and sit up in bed. The fur does not give! A giant, invisible, furry hand seems to be pushing you down to the bed with all its might!
You try to scream for help but the two giant breast like pillows surround your face and swallow you your head. One last muffled cry comes out of your mouth as the fur sucks you under!
The harder you struggle, the harder the fur fights back. The warm, soft fur seems to change to the texture of burlap. It is hard and prickly like a million sharp needles digging into your skin. It is very painful. Your strength begins to wane.
You stop struggling when the last of your strength gives out. Suddenly, the bed changes, from hard burlap, back to the texture of soft, sensual fur. The blankets slowly release their grip on you. You lay back in bed, trying to regain your energy. A sense of warm happiness washes over you again.
Several minutes later, you work up one last burst of energy, trying to free yourself from your furry prison. It is no use. The painful feeling of burlap pricks your bare skin and pulls you down even harder than before. You finally make the connection; If you struggle, the fur will fight back but, if you relax and lay still, you will be rewarded with pleasure.
You do your best to swallow your fear, to calm your mind and relax your body. You feel the fur’s grip slowly release. Sensations of soft fur materialize all around you again. The more you relax, the more a sense of deep, furry euphoria fills you. You feel happy!
You feel startled when there is a movement in the fur, down near your feet. You tense up again. In an instant, prickly burlap digs into your legs and feet. You inhale deeply and suck back the fear. You are rewarded with a soft, furry sensation, creeping its way up your legs. Something grips the waistband of your shorts and, with a series of strong tugs, the fur pulls them down over your hips.
You hold onto your emotions and force yourself to remain perfectly still. You are amply rewarded by sensations of soft fur sliding up and down your body, gently caressing you all over.
Sounds of ripping fabric emanate from under the fur as your underwear is torn to shreds and ripped from your body. You feel the cloth break away as it is devoured by the fur, never to be seen again. The fur begins probing your naked body, rubbing your stomach and your chest. It caresses your cheeks and slides slowly up and down your arms. You can’t help laughing when it, ever so gently, caresses the curves of your bare ass.
As long as you lay perfectly still, the fur gives you increasing pleasure but you know if you lift even one finger against it the sensation of prickly burlap will penetrate your skin. You close your eyes and let it have its way with you.
The fur massages and kneads your naked body like a ball of dough until your muscles become completely soft and limp. A strange sense of obsession fills your consciousness. The will to resist is being erased from your mind, replaced by an overwhelming lust for furry pleasure. You are a helpless but willing prisoner.
Suddenly, the bottom drops our from under you! You are sinking slowly down, into the bed! For one brief moment, the hard, prickly sensations pierce your skin but you regain your composure and the softness returns. Your feet angle downward as you slide, slowly, down a long, furry tunnel, deeper and deeper into the belly of the beast. It is a tight fit, just barely large enough to fit your body. Your arms are pulled up over your head. A million tiny sparks of pleasure light up your naked body as fur dances over your skin.
You become disoriented as you fall farther and farther down into the fur. You are so drunk with pleasure you don’t know where you are anymore. It feels like you have fallen hundreds of feet and landed in a chamber of pulsating fur.
Everything is pitch black. You can see nothing. You can hear no sound but your own breathing. Hundreds of furry appendages reach out and touch every part of your body, probing you and stroking you. They search your body for the most sensitive places. They seem to be remembering your reaction to every move. They home in on your most sensitive spots and attack with machine like precision.
You sense another presence in the fur. This one is different. You can see nothing in the blackness but you know it is there, watching you and waiting while the fur all around you collects the last few bits of pleasure data from your helplessly writing body. It hovers over you, moving slowly down your body toward your waist until it is only inches away from your stiff, cock. It surveys your member, waiting for the right moment to descend on it. You lay there, as still as you can, shivering with delight and whimpering with anticipation.
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The fur presence reaches out and gently teases your balls and tickles your taint. Moments later, your entire sack is bathed in the most delicious sensations as the fur tugs and pulls and massages your testes. You feel your cock grow even larger and harder. Every bit of your consciousness is focused on your groin and the fur thing that has you in its grip. The muscles at the base of your scrotum begin to rhythmically contract and relax as your pumps are being primed with fluid.
A pair of soft, furry lips start to slowly engulf the end of your shaft. A fur covered tongue reaches out and gently licks up the down its length. You don’t dare move a muscle for fear it would suddenly turn into hard, prickly burlap!
It seems like you have laid there for an eternity while the fur mouth teases your shaft, up and down. The tongue flicks over the end of your engorged head and slides, slowly, up and down the underside of your manhood from base to tip then back down again. Then, when you least expect it, your penis is suddenly sucked in and completely engulfed in fur.
Your mind reels as soft furry pleasure washes over your entire groin. The mouth swirls your cock in soft fur. Your breathing quickens. Your heart races. Every inch of you is surrounded with a million tiny fingers, each touching off your pleasure centers, one by one.
Fur begins to rhythmically stroke your shaft, slowly, up and down. It kneads your balls and tickles your groin. The fur surrounding your entire body begins to move in perfect time until you are submerged in a sea of soft, sexy, undulating fur. The pressure builds up at the base of your balls as it works you up into a pre-orgasmic frenzy. It goes faster and faster until your whole body convulses with pleasure. The muscles of your cock twitch and jump as you strain for release but the fur holds you back. It is waiting for just the right moment.
Fur teases your for hours. It produces the most incredible sensations you have ever felt between your legs. It methodically slides up and down your quivering shaft. It swirls and sucks. It holds you at the razor’s edge. There is nothing you can do but lie there and wait. You want to scream but you hold yourself back. There is no way you would let this moment be interrupted.
Just when you think you can take no more, the fur picks up its pace. The muscles at the base of your balls give a mighty contraction as the flood gates break. You let out a long, low moan like a growling bear as lightning bolts of intense orgasm shoot through your body. The fur all around you squeezes you, rhythmically, like a wet sponge, wringing out every last bit of energy. The fur hands on your scrotum squeeze in perfect time, forcing semen out in long, flowing bursts. The fur mouth hungrily sucks your dick as your seed rushes forth like a river. It forces you to come over and over again while it hungrily harvests your bodily fluid. It rewards each burst with twinges of unimaginable pleasure. You scream until your throat is raw.
Your muscles give out. The pleasure gives way to a dull, throbbing pain at the base of your balls. The fur has sucked you completely dry. It slows its pace and releases its grip. You lay there in the fur, totally exhausted, panting and gasping for breath. Your hear the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears. Your entire body tingles as you lay there basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm you have ever felt.
The sweet scent of leathery pelts overcomes you again. Your eyelids grow heavy. Your mind grows dark. You fall into a deep, contented sleep.
You wake the next morning, snuggled warmly in your own bed. The fur blanket is pulled tightly up to your chin, just the way it was when you fell asleep. You remember the experience from the night before. You are horrified to think that you just shot a gallon of cum into your brand new fur bedspread! You feel around with your hands, dreading the sticky, wet feeling of semen soaked fur. You sit up in bed and pull every inch of fur through your hands but there is no wet spot to be found.
“It must have been a dream.” you laugh.
You get out of bed and start to get dressed. You remember that you were wearing your skivvies when you went to sleep. You search and search but they are nowhere to be found. You give up the search and head for the bathroom. It is time for you to wash up and get ready for work.
You stand in front of the toilet, ready to take a leak. As you start to go, a dull, throbbing pain shoots out of your testes and pierces your groin.
“Ouch!” you holler.
You grit your way through the worst case of “love nuts” you have ever had. You step into the shower. Your whole body feels like it has been through a wringer. The hot water feels good.
You arrive at work a few minutes early. Your body feels limp like an old rag doll but your mind is sharp and clear as ever. Your day at the office seems to breeze right by. Before you know it, you are home making dinner. You clean up and sit on the sofa in front of the television. There’s nothing good to watch so you decide to go to bed early.
Your dick stands at full attention as you stand naked before your great, furry bed. The fur feels soft against your skin as you slowly slip between the covers and pull the fur up tight against your chin. Your head sinks down between the two furry breast-pillows. You run your hands through the furry folds and rub fur against your chest and stomach.
The familiar, sweet, leathery scent of fur overcomes you. You are quickly subdued by its drug like effects. You smile and close your eyes as you gently fall off to sleep.
The End
I’d Never Be The Same
It was a cold December day, but my thoughts kept me more than warm. I had plans to have dinner with my new friend Eve. Our paths crossed one day due to our line of work. We flirted on and off and ended up exchanging numbers before the end of the day. Over the next couple of months we kept in touch via phone, email and instant message. I was glad we were finally able to meet again, as we lived several hours away from each other and both had busy lives.
Eve was truly the most amazing woman I’d ever met, and the most beautiful. She stood 5'9", her reddish-blond hair just above waist length. Her legs were long and slender, her stomach flat and her ass perfect. The clothing she wore suggested a sense of confidence, but she didn’t intentionally dress to impress. She was lively and real, edgy yet professional, engaging yet reserved; she lit up the room and made everyone take notice of her. She was rock & roll and Cosmo all rolled into one.
One night while instant messaging, I built up the nerve to ask her if she had a webcam. My pulse quickened when she said that she did, and she was willing to “share”. Our connection across the net was amazing. One glance at her on my computer screen sent my hormones racing. When we met on cam the second time, her hair was up and she was wearing a robe.
“I’m dying to see what’s under that robe,” I said. She smiled and began teasing me by slowly opening it. The curves of her breasts became visible and I felt my cock begin to harden immediately.
I slid my hand down the front of my shorts and slowly began stroking my rock hard member. She could see that I was doing something with my hand off camera and asked to see, so I moved the camera back, bringing the crotch of my shorts into view. She reached her hand beneath her robe and slowly rubbed her lovely round breasts. Within a few moments, we were both naked, on cam, and, masturbating.
It didn’t take me long to reach orgasm, and I knew I couldn’t hold back. I shot my load all over my stomach. As I continued squeezing every drop out for her, I watched Eve’s expression change from excitement to pure enjoyment as her orgasm raced through her body. I remember hoping that a repeat of this moment, and many others, would be coming my way. I couldn’t have been more right…
After two months, we decided to meet for dinner. I was a bit nervous for the first few moments. Noticing this, Eve took my hands and leaned in closer to me. I leaned in and met her half way and we shared our first kiss. Her lips were so soft; I couldn’t remember ever kissing lips that were as amazing as hers. Our kiss continued for a minute or so. Fortunately for us, we were the only ones in the restaurant. We held hands until our food came, and we talked about our jobs, our families, and whatever else came to mind.
During our cam sessions, we both admitted that we wanted each other. At that moment, sitting across from her, holding her hands in mine, the feeling grew even more intense. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anyone before. As we finished our meals, she asked me what I wanted to do with the rest of the evening. After all, it was still early.
I turned my head and looked out the nearby window. “There’s a nice hotel next door,” I hinted.
Her eyelids narrowed and she bit her now quivering, lower lip.
“Yes, there is,” she hinted.
“Shall we?” I answered, as I took in the sight of her still quivering lip.
“Yes,” she purred, leaning across the table.
I helped her with her coat and we walked out into the snowy night. The moment I had been long awaiting had come. I couldn’t believe it was really happening. We walked across the parking lot, my arm around her. The wind blew her hair into my face. The smell of it, mixed with the building anticipation, made me incredibly horny. We paid for the room, got they key and made our way to the second floor.
I always wondered how this moment would be. Would we be nervous? Would either of us be shy? Would I be unable to last and cum too soon? My fears were quickly laid to rest.
Once inside, we stood on opposite sides of the bed and slowly began undressing. Eve took off her boots, sweater and bra. She had the most beautiful, full, round breasts. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them to the floor. She was neatly shaved, with a patch of dark hair just above her sex. I watched her eyes fall to my now hard cock, as it came into view. She again bit her lip and smiled.
She crawled onto the bed, sat in the middle, and offered me to join her. Amazingly, I wasn’t nervous or shy at all. I took her hand and sat in front of her on the bed. It took no time for our hands to discover each other’s body, as we began to kiss. The first touch of her tongue to mine was soft, but strong. She was an amazingly sensual kisser. As our tongues danced, I felt her fingertips trace down my chest and stop briefly at my stomach. I sighed, took the back of her neck in my hand, and pulled her face even tighter to mine. She took my rock hard cock into her hand and slowly stroked it with her long, amazing fingers.
“Lie back”, she whispered.
I watched as she marveled at my cock. She slowly stroked its length, twisting her hand around it as she stroked up and down. I’d never had a hand job feel so intense. She smiled at me as she continued, watching the ecstasy sweep across my face. Keeping eye contact with me, Eve then lowered her face to my crotch and stretched her tongue out to the tip of my cock. She licked the drop of precum from the tip and closed her mouth around me fully, enjoying the taste and feel. Then I watched as her lips parted. Eve then moistened her lips with her tongue before engulfing the head of my cock once more.
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What followed was the best blowjob I had ever received - the first of many more to come. As her lips worked up and down the length of my cock, her tongue trailed the underside - teasing the frenulum and circling the head each time she rose to the tip, her hands stroking and twisting continually. It didn’t take long for me to feel my orgasm churning inside, but I wasn’t about to let go yet. She sensed this and slowed down her pace.
Eve then removed my cock from her mouth, and slowly stroked it while teasing the tip with her tongue. I concentrated on my breathing and tried to relax, so I could enjoy the sensation longer. I’d never been with a woman who admired my cock like Eve. She really did marvel over it.
“I want one,” she said. “I want to have one of these to play with every day.”
Trying to think of something to say, I muttered, “You can play with mine all you want.”
That she did. She smiled again and began stroking faster. My breathing quickened, She returned her hot mouth to my waiting cock, taking the entire length into her mouth. I’d never deep-throated a woman before. It was truly amazing, feeling the head of my cock against the back of her throat; her lips tight against my stomach at the base.
It was as if a switch had turned on. She worked my cock with total abandon. Her hand stroked and twisted. Her lips and tongue sucked and teased – over and over - faster and harder. I began moaning as my orgasm neared. She showed no sign of slowing down, so I braced myself for my now imminent orgasm.
“I’m going to cum,” I warned her.
Her pace quickened. She wanted me to cum. My body tensed. Her lips sucked harder. I felt the back of her throat against my tip with every stroke.
“I’m cumming,” I warned her again, in case she didn’t want me to cum in her mouth.
I felt her entire tongue against the bottom of my pulsating cock, as stream after stream shot into her mouth. She slowly slid her lips to the top and sucked out each shot. Then she took the entire thing back into her mouth and held it inside as my last spurt erupted into the back of her throat. I was in ecstasy and shock. I’d never been with a woman who swallowed, and I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. She had the most amazing mouth, and such amazing skills.
She continued sucking and licking me for a couple minutes more so I wouldn’t deflate. As she continued bobbing up and down on my still full-length cock, I reached out and took her breasts in my hands. They were full, firm, and simply amazing! She slowly removed her mouth from around my cock and gave the tip one last hard suck. Slowly stroking it still, she slid up my body so my length slid between her breasts. She squeezed her lovely tits together. I thrust between them a few times and grew even harder. I took her face into my hands and kissed her. Our tongues danced as our hands explored each other. I could taste my cum in her mouth. To my surprise, it wasn’t displeasing. It was actually quite erotic.
“I want you now,” she moaned between kisses and lay down on her back.
I knelt between her legs and looked down at her beautiful body. Her long, reddish-blonde hair was tousled everywhere on the bed. Her gorgeous round breasts and her beautiful, fully shaved pussy waited to be enjoyed. I lay down between her legs and the head of my cock rested against her wet lips. She raised her knees and hips a bit and I slowly slid inside her.
Our tempo started out slow, with deep strokes. Her eyes closed. Her chin cocked back. Her lips parted and I increased my pace. Soon I heard the headboard rhythmically bang against the wall. Our thighs smacked together as our hips moved in sync with each other. She grabbed her knees and held them to her chest. I couldn’t believe how flexible she was. “Oh yeah, just like that,” she moaned.
My strokes slowed a bit, and her pussy was tight around me. I felt her clit brush against the top of my cock each time I sunk all the way inside her. Her breathing deepened. Her moans amplified. She was about to cum.
I’d watched her masturbate and cum on her pc cam, as she watched me, but I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I felt my second orgasm building, but wasn’t about to let go this soon. I tightened up and fought my own urge and watched Eve’s orgasm rip through her.
She grabbed my shoulder and held me still. I was so far inside her. I felt her against the tip of my cock. I didn’t move, I just watched her come down from her orgasm, and listened to her sounds of ecstasy. We lay like that for a moment, her knees still between our chests. I kissed her forehead, her cheek, her neck, and her lips. She looked at me and whispered, “That was yummy!”
“Sure was,” I answered.
“Did you cum again?” she asked me.
“Not yet, but I was about to,” I answered.
I leaned up and she slowly stretched her long legs back out on the bed. I told her I wanted her doggie style and she quickly obliged. I looked down at my cock. It was soaked, and her cum ran down my legs. I looked up at her. She was on her hands and knees. She spread her legs, giving me access and a great view. She had such an amazing ass, and her pussy lips were parted and glistened.
I got behind her and held the tip of my still hard cock against her lips. I slid it up and down the length of her pussy - from her clit to her back door - back and forth. Then, with one motion, I slid back inside her. Her back was lean and strong; I watched the muscles in her lower back flex as she pushed back against me with each thrust. I loved the way her ass cheeks felt as they smacked against my stomach and thighs. She bucked back faster and harder, so I did the same. We were fucking SO hard and deep, I couldn’t think of another time like this before.
She stopped and looked back at me. I ran my index finger from her shoulder blades, down her spine, and she laid her body down over her knees. I tried to move with her, but I suddenly slipped out. She gasped. I grabbed my sopping wet cock with my hand and tried to set it back where it was. But instead, I accidentally missed and poked her back door.
“Oops!” I said.
“It’s okay, she purred. “Go ahead.”
I couldn’t believe it! I had only had anal once. It only lasted a moment, as the woman I had tried it with couldn’t relax. Eve was much different. I watched her body go limp - totally relaxed. I slowly pushed the head of my cock inside her tight hole and stopped, as she got used to this new sensation.
“Don’t stop,” she urged.
I pulled out just a bit, and pushed back inside. One more stroke and I was all the way inside her. It felt so much different than being inside her pussy. Eve gripped the bed with her hands and bucked back at me with determination. I felt her walls loosen up a bit more and I fucked her with abandon. It only took a moment for my orgasm to spike.
“Mmmm…yeah. Cum for me baby!” she cried.
I continued my pace and grabbed her ass with my hands. I felt her clamp down around my cock and I was a goner. I bucked against her and felt several loads of my cum shoot deep inside her ass. As I continued fucking her, Eve cooed and cheered me on, loving every sensation of my pulsating cock. I was worn out. I laid down on top of her…a heap of mush. I felt my cock spasm inside Eve and slowly softening. Then, as easily as it went in, it slid out. We chuckled at the sound of my cum spurting out of her.
I fell over onto the bed next to Eve. She rolled over too, her back to me and we spooned for a few minutes. My hands found their way to her lovely breasts, as I buried my face in her beautiful, soft hair.
As much as I wanted to put her in my car and take her home with me, I knew we would soon be leaving in separate cars, going separate directions. But I also knew this wouldn’t be a one time thing.
I knew I would never be the same…
The End
A Rise to Dominance
My wife and I live in a quiet little community. It is a new development, with similar housing options, perfectly manicured lawns, pools in each yard. Quiet and serene. We moved here three years ago after I was promoted to regional vice-president of the firm I work for. On a whim, we took a celebratory trip to Las Vegas, where I decided to enter a nightly Texas Hold-Em game at the resort we were staying at. I’ve been playing poker since I was in high school, but never more than your garden-variety nickle-and-dime games. However, this game became quite high-stakes, with multiple buy-ins allowed. I was in well over my head, but I kept getting the cards, and couldn’t lose. Before our trip was over, I had turned a $5000 buy-in into $450,000. Over the course of the next year, I decided to enter some more tournaments, and pulled in close to $3-million by the end of the year. I still play, and I enter the World Series every year now, but I’ve not quite been able to match my success of the first year. The more I lost, the more agitated I became, and my frustration weighed heavy on Kelly and I. So much so, that I discovered Kelly had been sleeping with two of our neighbors while I was away at the tournaments. It burned me up inside, that I had driven her to that place where she sought the affections of other men.
One night, I confronted her about her affairs, and told her I was going to leave. Kelly panicked, realizing that our pre-nup only entitled her to half of the money I made from my firm. She was going to receive nothing from my poker winnings, nor the profit I’ve made from the investment of those winnings. She soon realized that the lifestyle she was used to living would come to a crashing end if I left, and she begged me to forgive her and to stay. I struggled with that decision. I loved Kelly more than life itself, but knowing she had been with other men made me both angry yet almost impotent. I stood in the living room, staring at her, pondering what to do, what to say. Kelly’s next move surprised me, as she fell to her knees at my feet, looked up at me, and with tear-filled eyes begged me not to leave, claiming that she would do anything I asked of her from that point forward.
There was something inside of me, something deep in the recesses of my mind, that told me to test this. I don’t know why, but I knew it was now or never. I looked at her, and as calmly as I could, I told her to give me a blowjob. Understand, that Kelly grew up in a very conservative home, and in the 5 years of dating and marriage, she had never once placed her lips near my cock. I expected her to argue, to tell me she wouldn’t. But to my surprise, I watched as she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my khakis, pulled down my zipper, and reached into my boxers to begin massaging my now hardening cock. Waiting only seconds, she pulled my cock from my boxers and wrapped her lips around it, sucking and licking as if she had been doing this her whole life. I knew this was something she must have picked up during her trysts with our neighbors, but I was too aroused to care at that point. Her tongue explored every inch of my shaft, every vein. I could feel the blood pulsating in my rock-hard cock as she gently fondled my balls. I knew I was going to explode soon. I tried to pull out, but she held me in place and sucked harder and harder until I exploded into her mouth with a loud groan. My whole body shuddered as I fucker her mouth for minutes, until she had sucked the last drop of cum from my cock.
I stood there, my still stiff cock now hanging just inches from her mouth, drops of my cum lingering on her perfect lips, her blue eyes looking up at me, still pleading in silence for me to take her back. I decided to see how much more she was willing to do. In all of our time together, Kelly never masturbated in front of me, much for the same reason she wouldn’t suck me off. I looked at her, and in a much more demanding voice, told her to stand up, strip and to masturbate until she came right here in the living room. I never thought she would - the curtains were wide open, it was early evening, some of our neighbors were out walking their dogs and would be able to see everything if they were to walk past. Kelly did hesitate a little, and I pulled up my pants, and told her to expect to hear from my lawyers. I then felt her hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see her motion towards the couch.
I sat down, and watched as my beautiful wife slowly unbuttoned her blouse. With each button, my surprise and wonder grew. When the last button was undone, she pulled the blouse over her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor behind her, exposing her pink lace bra, which covered her perfectly round 32C breasts. She then moved her hands to her pants, unbuttoning them, and pulling the zipper down almost at the same time. She then slowly pulled the pants down over her hips and her ass, letting the pants fall to the floor. She stepped out of her sandals, and then out of the pants, and stood before me wearing only her pink lace bra and her pink satin panties. In all honesty, I would have let her stop there, but she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and pulled it over her shoulders. She leaned forward so it would fall to the floor at her feet. While bent over, she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and pushed them down over her ass and down her legs. She then stood up, facing me - and the window - and let me take in the sight of her beautiful body, her perfect breasts, and her perfectly trimmed pussy.
She slowly spread her legs, and reached down and slid a finger into her pussy, moaning softly as she did. I watched as she teasingly pushed her finger in and out of her pussy. Then a second finger went in, and her moaning got louder. I reached down and began to massage my cock as she slid a third finger in, moaning loudly as she did. Faster and faster her fingers pushed into her pussy, and her moans began to turn to screams. She continued to push her fingers in deeper and harder, moaning and screaming, until, with a loud wail, her body began to shudder and I could see the moisture begin to glisten on her hand and down her legs. Of course, my cock was no rock solid again, and I knew that if she was really going to do anything to keep me, there was one last ‘forbidden fruit’ I could use to test it. As she recovered from her orgasm, I told her, in a very demanding tone of voice, to turn come to the couch, turn around, and take my cock up her ass.
Without hesitating now, she did exactly that, pushing her cum covered fingers into her as to lube up. She approached me, turned and straddled my cock, and then lowered herself down on me without flinching. I almost came on contact, but managed to hold off for a few minutes, letting her hump my cock in her ass. When I came, I exploded inside of her ass, expecting her to stop humping me. But she kept going until my cock was flaccid. When she finished, she turned around, and knelt again at my feet. She looked into my eyes and told me that in order to keep me from leaving her, she would continue to do anything and everything I asked of her.
I looked deep into her eyes, and knew that she was being sincere. I had also awakened something within myself, something that I had only fantasized about. I had always wanted to be able to control Kelly, to tell her what to do and how to please me. But I had never acted on that impulse. But given the events of the last hour, I realized that my opportunity to bring my fantasy to life was at hand. So I really went out on a ledge, and told Kelly to go and fetch the dog collar and leash that we had kept after our lab Rex had died a few months earlier. Kelly got up, and left the room, returning a few minutes later with the collar and leash in hand. I told her to put it on, and to hand me the leash, which she did without hesitation. Knowing that I was entering a place that I had only dreamed about up until now, I sat back down on the couch. Kelly immediately got down on her hands and knees, and stayed at my feet.
I knew then that I was going to have a lot of fun with Kelly, but I also knew that she had to be punished for the affairs, and that the men she had been sleeping with also had to be punished. I decided to sleep on it for the night, and allow myself to dream up an appropriate punishment. I rose, and left the room, pulling Kelly along on the leash behind me, leading her to our bedroom. Once there, I tied the leash to the leg of our footboard, and climbed into bed. Kelly tried to get into bed as well, but the shortened leash would not allow it. I looked at her and told her that pets do not sleep on the bed unless invited, and that tonight she would have to sleep on the floor. The look of shock on her face almost made me cave, but I remained as stoic as I could, and pointed down, indicating my decision had been made. I watched as her body and head disappeared beneath the mattress, listening to the pitiful whimpering. I was eating me up to do that, but I knew that I had to maintain my dominance and composure, or I would be tipping my hand to her.
That night, I fell asleep, dreaming of what was to come…
The End
Sweeter Patrick
Two conversations. With two different sweet gorgeous men. That started out exactly the same:
‘Valerie, you don’t seem very happy. What can I do to make you feel better?’
The first was Patrick. It was a couple of days after the night he and Warren had left the curtains open while they made love. She thanked him for that; blushing furiously. They were sat in her kitchen having a cup of tea and Valerie poured her heart out to him. It was much easier to tell someone she didn’t really know, even if she had seen him doing things she hadn’t even read about. She told him how she loved Toby so much but that sex with him never seemed to be very exciting. But that she didn’t know how to tell him what to do. That she didn’t know what she wanted him to do either.
‘It’s such a mess;’ she sobbed. ’ I love him so much but he’s beginning to think I’ve gone off him.’
Patrick was touched that this sweet young woman would tell him all this. It broke his heart to hear of her troubles. He’d always had a pretty robust, relaxed attitude to sex and sexuality and found it easy to talk about what he liked to do in bed, with his partners. Valerie told him that whilst she wasn’t a virgin before she met Toby, she’d never particularly enjoyed sex. She’d always found the few boys she’d slept with to be young and experienced and much more interested in their own satisfaction, never taking her feelings into account.
‘I’ve never had an orgasm when having sex with someone else – only by myself.’ she tearfully confessed. ‘And I pretend when I’m making love with Toby – so he doesn’t feel bad. But now I feel so awful!’
‘Poor you;’ sympathised Patrick. ‘But at least you know you can come.’ He stretched his hand across the table and took hold of her hand, squeezing it gently. ‘I have an idea, Valerie. I might be able to do something to help you. Don’t worry about it. Just leave it with me.’
Patrick told her she had to be watching on Saturday afternoon. Toby was watching the football on the tv downstairs so it was easy for her to affect a headache and go up to their bedroom, without arousing suspicion. Valerie’s stomach was in knots. She wasn’t really sure what to expect. Whilst she’d loved watching Patrick and Warren making love, and had enjoyed a really intense much needed orgasm; she wasn’t quite sure how a rerun would help her sex life with Toby. But she knew Patrick was trying to help and she trusted him so did as she had been requested to do. Sitting by the window, butterflies in her stomach and her excitement already moistening the pretty lacy panties she wore. The first thing she saw was Patrick himself. He came out of the front door, looked up at her and winked and then drove off.
Valerie was beginning to think she’d misunderstood when a strange car pulled up and a tall blonde woman got out. She was pretty and curvaceous, about average height. Valerie was puzzled; what was a woman doing here? She saw Warren open the door, kissing her on the cheek, and they both disappeared inside. She and Warren re-appeared upstairs in the bedroom. Valerie’s heart was thumping so loud in her ears now; it was drowning out the sound of the football coming from downstairs. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing when Warren took the girl into his arms and kissed her hard. She pushed herself against him, hip to hip.
Valerie was slightly confused: did Patrick know what his lover was up to? But he must – because he asked her to be here to watch. She stilled her concern and looked forward to the show. Warren and the girl were undressing each other slowly, taking their time, kissing deeply and caressing. She was wearing beautiful red lingerie, shiny and smooth like silk. Warren ran his hands over her arse, obviously relishing the feel of the tight fitting fabric. Valerie could see Warren’s erection seriously tenting his boxers. The girl took hold of it gently and rubbed her hand back and forth; Warren’s eyes closed and a beatific smile flooded his face.
She then knelt down in front of him and pulled down the boxers: Valerie shifted forward in her seat, entranced. She opened her mouth slightly, subconsciously, as the girl parted her lips an licked the head, slowly and sensuously. She opened her mouth wider and took in the glistening head. Half of Warren’s cock disappeared, only to reappear again, dripping both with the girl’s saliva and precum. Valerie licked her lips. She’d had bad experiences with giving head; brutish lovers, not only crushing her body, but ramming their cocks into her mouth, making her not able to breathe and lose all self confidence. But she saw how beautiful it could be. She remembered Warren sucking Patrick’s cock and how much that had turned her on. She watched the girl pleasuring Warren and saw how it was she who was in control – she decided how much she had in her mouth, and Valerie saw how much attention she gave to the whole length, and Warren’s balls also, licking and sucking with obvious delight. And the look on Warren’s face showed her how much he was enjoying it too. She knew then that she wanted to do this for Toby – she would enjoy it as much as he.
Then the woman stood back up, wiping her mouth with a grin. They kissed and Valerie tried to imagine what their kiss tasted like. Warren then kissed his way down to the woman’s breasts: kissing and nibbling slowly her neck and shoulders before licking his tongue around and across her nipples. He took a big mouthful of breast and sucked, hard; the woman seemingly yelping in pleasure and clutching his head to her tightly. Valerie felt her own nipples ache with longing and slipped her hand up inside her T-shirt and undid her bra. She stroked her nipples gently, but immediately pinched them hard, rolling them between her fingers; the pressure sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her. She knew if she kept squeezing her nipples like this she would come and she wanted to wait, so reluctantly she took her hands away and put them behind her head, playing with her pony tail – a safe place to put her hands to let her excitement abate a while.
It seemed that Warren and the girl were in a similar state – but they weren’t stopping. Warren put on a condom and lay down onto the bed, his impressive erection pointing skyward. The girl hopped up on the bed and sank down blissfully on him, his sheathed penis disappearing into her own moist, tight sheath. A wave of ecstasy shot through Valerie also: all three of them let out a simultaneous groan of bliss. The girl managed to stay upright, bracing herself on Warren’s chest for just a few strokes, before she lay forward and Valerie watched as both their hips bucked together a few more times before the woman collapsed in a heap on Warren, and Valerie came simply by squeezing her thighs together; her hands still tangled in her hair. The orgasm washed over her entire body, wave upon wave, leaving her breathless, weak and so wet. And it was Toby that she thought of as she came: harder than she’d ever come before.
Two conversations. With two different sweet gorgeous men. That started out exactly the same:
‘Valerie, you don’t seem very happy. What can I do to make you feel better?’
This time it was Toby. Later that same evening, when actually Valerie was feeling much more positive about things. But she didn’t get a chance to say anything. Because as soon as Toby asked the question he continued: ’ I think it’s all my fault. I might have made a mistake marrying you. I love you but I think I’m bisexual.’
The End
One Drunken Evening
The night ended late. Cheeky vimto’s and shots of tequila and a drunken duo staggering back up the hill toward the dark estates on the hill. It was the early hours of the morning and we decided to go back to Michelle’s place for further drinks. The night had started out well, fun times in a few pubs – but had soon degenerated into drinking shots and slumping in the corner of a seedy little nightclub, chatting closely, our heads resting against each other.
‘Truth or Dare’ I said, swinging around a lamppost and launching myself into the middle of the road. Thankfully there was no traffic. ‘When was the last time you had sex?’
‘Oh, no you don’t. You’re not going to do that to me.’ Michelle leaned in close, ‘First I start thinking about it – then I start thinking about how long it’s been – and then you come up with some sneaky plan to have your wicked way with me. Oh no, you hairy old baboon, I’m going to take the dare on this one!’
I laughed it off, my stomach dropping as she so clearly read my intentions, and made up some dare about watching a horror movie back at her place.
We staggered through the dark streets of Douglas, singing as we went, and stumbled through the doors of Michelle’s house. We slumped on the couch, flicking thru the channels until we found a vaguely interesting film to watch. Michelle nestled her head into my chest, and I casually ran my fingers through her hair. Minutes passed and Michelle’s breathing deepened into a rhythmic pattern. She was asleep.
Looking down her body I noticed that her jeans had ridden down and I had an amazing view of her tanned, gorgeous ass. She had gone ‘commando’ – and there was no visible pantyline or thong. Soft and tempting, her arse looked like the curve of a peach and all I wanted to do was have a taste!
With drunken tomfoolery in mind, I finger-walked my hand down her back and to the curve of her ass cheeks. I told myself I shouldn’t, as I stroked her warm skin, looking for a sign that she was waking up. My fingers stretched down, slipping under the material of her jeans, extending down and stroking along the crease, back up and around her cheeks until sliding back up to the small of her back. I continued this for a few minutes, then decided to get adventurous, and slid a finger down to the top of her thighs, then ran it along her bottom until - -
Michelle moaned and shifted her position. She pulled away slightly and I retracted my hand, holding my breath for her to wake and slap me across the face. There was no slap, and her eyelids fluttered closed and she slumped back onto my chest, falling a little into the crease of the sofa. She sighed, and I groaned.
The horror movie was rubbish and my attention returned once more to the sultry goddess next to me. Michelle had settled into a deep rhythmic snooze, cuddling close to me, laying her arm across my chest. I was getting bored of the film, but was enjoying the closeness with this gorgeous woman, knowing that I would rarely be so close to any beautiful creature like this again. At least, not without clutching a handful of tenners.
I glanced down at her angelic face, red lips pouting, brown hair draped over her neck and shoulders, lightly tanned features and delicate nose. She seemed to be murmuring in her sleep. She fidgeted slightly and moved again, falling into a natural pose, but her top had slipped and I caught sight of her huge breasts, pushed forward and straining against the lacy bra.
My mouth went dry as I stared at those magnificent breasts. They swelled with each breath, lush and inviting, two golden brown orbs of delight. I could feel my cock hardening, growing and pushing against her belly as she lay against me, almost painful as the tip scraped the hem of my coarse jeans.
Bloody hell, I thought, Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I carefully pulled my left arm free and lay a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t stir. Tracing my hand down her arm and up again, I splayed my fingers wide and brushed them along her neckline, the littlest finger rising on the swell of her breast, then dipping into her cleavage and up again over the other breast. I continued this a few more times, casually trailing my fingers lower and lower, feeling the heat from my own palms rub against her skin. And then, before I realised it, I slid my palm under her bra and cupped her breast in my hand. Oh my God, you idiot. What have you done?
I gently caressed her skin, my thumb stroking a wide arc whilst my hand ran sweet, slow circular motions around her bosom, grazing the nipple with my fingers, amazed at it turned from a soft button to a hardening nugget. I tweaked it gently between the meat of my fingers and it firmed up, becoming erect and responsive under my touch.
I felt like a teenager again, as if I was discovering what a woman looks like, feels like, responds to – and all for the very first time. I was completely lost in my own world when Michelle murmured something and I froze. A smile curled the edges of her lips and she mumbled something again, some sleep-talking nonsense. I was sure she was still asleep, and perhaps she was dreaming.
‘Do you have a hard on?’ She murmured, the words coming out quiet and slurred.
There was no denying it. If she was asleep, then I could be as honest as I liked. My hand massaged her breast, the tips of my fingers grazing her skin, marking them with slight, white scratches.
‘Mmmmm’, she muttered. She shifted position and her hand brushed against the hardness in my pants as I lay on my back. She nudged my cock again, and I gasped as the tender flesh caught against some material. It was as hard as a steel rod, peeking out from beneath the top of my jeans. Straining against the material and leering out like a drunken sailor.
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Then, something strange happened. Whether she was in mid dream, or still lost within a drunken stupour, but her fingers gripped either side of the material binding my cock. She finger walked down the length, scratching gently over my balls with her long fingernails. She murmured again, but I couldn’t catch her words this time. But her tongue protruded from her mouth slightly, and she wet her lips.
Michelle gripped my cock with thumb and three fingers, still swaddled within my jeans, and ran her hand along the ridge it made and to the gap at the top where it now poked out, the purple head straining to be freed. Her brow creased, and her fingers played across my cockhead, almost as if she was measuring the dimensions, the width and circumference. Her nails scoring down the edge and I gasp, a small leak of precum spurting onto her fingers. She rubbed the tips of her fingers together and, almost absentmindedly, trailed them over her luscious lips and slipped them inside her mouth.
I was dumbfounded. I could only watch, holding my breath, as Michelle’s hand returned to the bulge in my jeans, deftly unbuttoning the top of my jeans, the rest of the buttons pinging open and, like a humpback whale cresting the water, my cock sprang up, grateful for sweet release.
It bounced around, free and proud, leaning from one side to the other like a tree trunk sprouting from my course pubic bush. Michelle groped blindly around, her hand accidentally batting my rigid member before her fingers find purchase and she gripped it.
With a delicate touch Michelle laced her fingers around my cock, stroking down to the base, then slowly, teasingly, up to the glans of the head. She purred quietly to herself, snuggling closer into me whilst her hand rose up and down my glistening cock. Her eyes were still closed, still in some semi-sleeping state. At intervals she would rasp her fingers over the purple head, causing me to flex and twinge, then resume her strokes up and down.
‘Truth or Dare’ Michelle whispered throatily.
To tell you the truth, I didn’t know whether she was awake or still half asleep and dreaming of Brad Pitt or whoever. Not that I cared. And anyway, I didn’t want to say anything to spoil the moment, which I am apt to do – so I went for the safe option.
‘Dare.’ I said quietly.
Michelle smiled. I have never known a woman with such a beautiful smile, impish and sexy at the same time.
‘A dare. Well, I dare you to . . .’ she paused, her hand still working on my member, teasingly, . . . ‘cum on my face.’
‘You want me to . . . what?’
With her eyes still closed, and a dreamy, sexy smile, Michelle rose up and kissed the tip of my cock. Her tongue flicked out and lapped around the plum shaped head, curling around it as a snakes body might encompass its victim.
Her lips parted, and her warm, wet mouth engulfed my cockhead and slid down the shaft, teeth and lips grazing the veins. She moved slowly, brushing her luscious long brown hair to one side so that I could watch, her cheeks sucking a vacuum as she inched down. And down. And down.
Christ, she was almost at the base of my cock. Her eyes were half closed, her hands gripping my thighs, her mouth a perfect halo that slipped down the length of my meat. She was deepthroating me. And then, once she had reached the base of my cock, pausing to enjoy the sensation of my swollen member wedged within her throat, she began to suck me off in earnest.
She sucked and stroked my cock, massaging my balls, stimulating me with a touch and a sigh, scratching my abs with her fingernails whilst bobbing up and down in my lap. All thoughts were blown from my mind as I squirmed and panted and gasped at the oral pleasures this beautiful woman was performing. The all-consuming and utter intensity felt like the world had withdrawn and I was suspended here, outside of reality, with Michelle working on my throbbing cock.
All reservation or sense of awkwardness were now forgotten, and I was lost in Michelle’s mouth. My breath quickened and Michelle responded, her lips slurping down the length, slick wet with juices. Sucking, pumping, stroking, thrusting; she played the tension within me.
‘I’m close.’ I gasped.
Michelle swivelled her body round so she was facing me, a smile on her face as she plunged down, impaling herself on my iron rod. She winked at me and gripped my balls gently.
My cock pulsed, and Michelle expertly flexed her fingers, rising so that her lips sucked at the head, pursing as if awaiting a kiss. She thrust her hand down the length of my shaft. One.
Rising up then down again. Two.
She pierced me with her eyes, smouldering looks and red lips pouting, her mouth half open and her tongue poking out like a cat. Three.
The tension built up within my lower belly, my thighs began to shake and my legs tightened hard, toes curling and pelvis bucking upwards. It was winding me tighter and tighter, a spring coiled, hot and heavy and rising to a volcanic heat. My back arched and I gasped as the moment rose up.
A calmness enveloped me as the first contractions spasmed upwards, my cock jerked and a long ribbon of white hot cum arced high onto Michelle’s nose and cheek and mouth. She plunged her hand down and a second stream splashed against her lips and cheek, dripping down to her chin.
Again my cock flexed, another spurt, and another, and another. Michelle giggled as she waved my cock around like a firehose, catching the translucent droplets on her face and breasts, cum spraying wildly.
I sat back, chest heaving for air, the last of the tremors leaving my body, like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
‘Oh my god, Shellie. That was – that was –’
‘Yes, I know,’ Shellie smiled impishly, ‘I am good, aren’t I. Anyway, it was the only thing I could think of to stop you groping me and send you off home!’
‘???’ I said.
The End