When I started this story, it was fun to just let my mind wander and write down the fantasies as they came to me. Lately, however, this particular story has become less than fun, an obligation that I was working much too hard at, and I found that I wasn't writing for myself, but rather for others...not the point of the exercise. And so it will end with this post, because I had already written it and it is sort of hot...the other guy was patterned after Sawyer, the character on Lost.
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He lay diagonally across the bed, grabbing her arm and pulling her upright as he lay down. "On your hands and knees, over me, one knee near each hip, " he told her, "you know the drill." And I wondered what he meant by that, but before I could think about it too much, I watched as she straddled him, perched high above his jutting penis, reaching down between her legs and grasping it at the very base, steering it to her dripping opening. She sank down slowly, a long groan escaping from her lips, her head falling to the bed beside his, facing me, eyes unseeing. She was gone, truly gone, her pelvis rocking back and forth as she rubbed her clit against him, her back arched and then her head went up, like a dog howling in the moonlight. She grunted in rhythm to her thrusts and rocking, he not moving at all, bringing his hands up to her nipples, pinching them at the same time, eliciting yet another groan with the pain he induced, her eyes now closing, her hips never stationary, her pink asshole exposed every time she lurched forward, opening and closing just a little bit, still shiny with the lube she had put on and in, still distending from her fingers.
He pulled her head back down, forcing her mouth down to the sheet next to his head. She continued to rock to and fro, still moaning in rhythm. "Take off your pants and climb on the bed, sport," he told me, "it's time to have some real fun." And I quickly took off all my clothes and climbed onto the bed, between all their legs, my cock feeling like an iron bar, longer and harder than it had ever been before. I stayed on my knees as she aimed her butt towards the ceiling. He stopped her movements and held her hips perfectly still. "Spread your cheeks for him," he said to her, and she mashed her face deeper into the bed as she reached around with both hands, holding herself wide open for me as I inched forward on my knees until I felt the cool wetness of the lube. I grabbed her cheeks myself, and could see her ring distended almost beyond belief.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
The Time of Her Life-Part V
And they stood there, he with his cock plunged all the way down her throat, immobile except of the ever twitching thumb and forefinger of his left hand, rolling the lips of her slit back and forth, massaging her engorged clit between them, she with her mouth opened as wide as she could open it, tears streaming from her eyes with the extreme pressure of barely being able to breathe through her partly clogged nostrils, her throat stretched beyond being stretched, the pain and pressure in her throat countered by the pleasure she received from his twirling fingers, the two of them seemingly motionless.
And then slowly, ever so slowly, he began to pull back, slowly withdrawing from her throat, his cock now covered in saliva thickened with the other secretions from deep in her gullet, the thick wetness forming ropes between his cock and her wide open mouth, his organ glistening in the natural light of the afternoon.
As I continued to watch them, he casually reached over to the nighttable, her nighttable, and opened the drawer, where we kept the lube, not taking out her favorite raspberry flavored lube but rather something I'd never seen before, something called Maximus, something thicker, more viscous, much less liquid, and he put the bottle in her right hand. "Open yourself up, and make yourself wet", he told her, "not your pussy, that's sopping wet already. I want you to take your fingers, two fingers, then three fingers, and loosen up your asshole for us. Be a good girl and do that right now."
And I watched as she obeyed his command, pouring a large dollop of the lube into her right hand, bringing her legs way up, reaching down between them and smoothed the lube into her buttcrack, pausing now and then to make sure she covered the whole area. We had never done this, ever, but it seemed like a practiced motion to her. Then she started, first with one finger and then with two, masturbating her asshole, the other hand reaching down to her slit, the middle finger eagerly searching for her clit and finding it, rapidly moving up and down, matching the motions behind her. She started to moan once again, getting off on touching both of her openings at the same time.
"The third finger, slut," he told her, and she wantonly pierced herself with another finger, first bunching them up one on top of the other, then putting them side by side by side, all three in a line, stretching her asshole open wide.
"This is gonna be fun," he said, as he walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed up on it. "We'll make a sandwich of her."
And then slowly, ever so slowly, he began to pull back, slowly withdrawing from her throat, his cock now covered in saliva thickened with the other secretions from deep in her gullet, the thick wetness forming ropes between his cock and her wide open mouth, his organ glistening in the natural light of the afternoon.
As I continued to watch them, he casually reached over to the nighttable, her nighttable, and opened the drawer, where we kept the lube, not taking out her favorite raspberry flavored lube but rather something I'd never seen before, something called Maximus, something thicker, more viscous, much less liquid, and he put the bottle in her right hand. "Open yourself up, and make yourself wet", he told her, "not your pussy, that's sopping wet already. I want you to take your fingers, two fingers, then three fingers, and loosen up your asshole for us. Be a good girl and do that right now."
And I watched as she obeyed his command, pouring a large dollop of the lube into her right hand, bringing her legs way up, reaching down between them and smoothed the lube into her buttcrack, pausing now and then to make sure she covered the whole area. We had never done this, ever, but it seemed like a practiced motion to her. Then she started, first with one finger and then with two, masturbating her asshole, the other hand reaching down to her slit, the middle finger eagerly searching for her clit and finding it, rapidly moving up and down, matching the motions behind her. She started to moan once again, getting off on touching both of her openings at the same time.
"The third finger, slut," he told her, and she wantonly pierced herself with another finger, first bunching them up one on top of the other, then putting them side by side by side, all three in a line, stretching her asshole open wide.
"This is gonna be fun," he said, as he walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed up on it. "We'll make a sandwich of her."
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thank You And Goodbye
Not me, not me...two blogs that I've been reading for about a year have closed down---Being Elodie and Dirty Couple in Virginia. And they each did it so nicely, first letting everybody know that they weren't going to post anymore, and then thanking their readers for having read.
And so I would say thank you for all your good efforts, for the many posts from Elodie, and for Tits for the Troops from The Couple. Your efforts were appreciated.
What mensches.
And so I would say thank you for all your good efforts, for the many posts from Elodie, and for Tits for the Troops from The Couple. Your efforts were appreciated.
What mensches.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The Time of Her Life-Part IV
She moved her head forward, hesitantly, her eyes on his questioningly, sticking her tongue out as far as she could, forcing it to become as straight and pointed as she could make it, pushing it forward until it met the slit in his cock and took up the precum that was waiting there for her.
"Not my juice, yours, your slime, your wetness," he told her. "Open your mouth and put the head in, the whole head," and she did, opening her mouth wide, then wider, struggling in the awkward position in front on him to put the whole thing in her mouth, her nostrils widening to find some breath, tears starting to well up in her eyes from the strain. And then suddenly there was the faint rustle of movement, and her right hand moved slowly up and began to lazily make circles at the top of her slit. She was touching herself, trying desperately to find some release as she tried to force his cock down her throat.
"Stop that now...this isn't about you, not now, and maybe not at all. Get off your knees, get on the bed, and hang your head over the side." And she rushed to comply, her hair hanging down limply almost to the floor, her breasts following the line of her body as the slant of her head forced her to arch her back. He approached the bed with slightly bent knees, and her hands came up to steer his cock into her mouth once again. At this angle it was much easier for her, and she quickly swallowed almost half of the massive club. He slowly started to force the rest of his cock into her mouth, and once again she strained as hard as she could to take in all of it, tears streaming from her eyes, mucus beginning to drip from her nose, as she moaned with the effort.
He reached forward onto the bed, and with his thumb and middle finger started to rub her wet lips together. "No good deed goes unpunished," he told her, and as he manipulated her cunt she opened her mouth seemingly further than possible, and his cock went all the way down her throat. She waited, hands on the bed at her sides, as he masturbated her and she took his cock all the way her throat.
"Not my juice, yours, your slime, your wetness," he told her. "Open your mouth and put the head in, the whole head," and she did, opening her mouth wide, then wider, struggling in the awkward position in front on him to put the whole thing in her mouth, her nostrils widening to find some breath, tears starting to well up in her eyes from the strain. And then suddenly there was the faint rustle of movement, and her right hand moved slowly up and began to lazily make circles at the top of her slit. She was touching herself, trying desperately to find some release as she tried to force his cock down her throat.
"Stop that now...this isn't about you, not now, and maybe not at all. Get off your knees, get on the bed, and hang your head over the side." And she rushed to comply, her hair hanging down limply almost to the floor, her breasts following the line of her body as the slant of her head forced her to arch her back. He approached the bed with slightly bent knees, and her hands came up to steer his cock into her mouth once again. At this angle it was much easier for her, and she quickly swallowed almost half of the massive club. He slowly started to force the rest of his cock into her mouth, and once again she strained as hard as she could to take in all of it, tears streaming from her eyes, mucus beginning to drip from her nose, as she moaned with the effort.
He reached forward onto the bed, and with his thumb and middle finger started to rub her wet lips together. "No good deed goes unpunished," he told her, and as he manipulated her cunt she opened her mouth seemingly further than possible, and his cock went all the way down her throat. She waited, hands on the bed at her sides, as he masturbated her and she took his cock all the way her throat.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Lost
She and I have been playing catch up with the third season of Lost, watching it on DVD and using the DVR to record the current season that started last week, and we were up to the episode when the Others all disappear, and Kate finds herself chained to Juliet in the middle of the jungle.
They are both hot and sweaty, equally filthy, equally displaying glorious cleavage, Kate's lips puffed out almost as much as Angelina Jolie's. At some point in the episode they have an argument which evolves into a fistfight, a full blown brawl where Kate winds up sitting on top of Juliet, who is on the ground, pinning her in a half nelson and ultimately dislocating her shoulder.
I never thought of two women fighting as hot, but sitting in my living room watching this, I realized how hot the scene was, as I got incredibly aroused, almost as though I were watching porn of some sort, which perhaps I was.
And of course She had no idea, because as always, in Her world of vanilla sexuality, there's precious little room for deviation (or any sort of what She might think of as deviate behavior). Sex with Her on top is OK, but back to front or anything more radical doesn't exist.
Coming soon, or soon enough---Another Kind of Lost, the next part of The Time of Her Life, and the infamous music post.
Earwig-John Coltrane, African Brass
They are both hot and sweaty, equally filthy, equally displaying glorious cleavage, Kate's lips puffed out almost as much as Angelina Jolie's. At some point in the episode they have an argument which evolves into a fistfight, a full blown brawl where Kate winds up sitting on top of Juliet, who is on the ground, pinning her in a half nelson and ultimately dislocating her shoulder.
I never thought of two women fighting as hot, but sitting in my living room watching this, I realized how hot the scene was, as I got incredibly aroused, almost as though I were watching porn of some sort, which perhaps I was.
And of course She had no idea, because as always, in Her world of vanilla sexuality, there's precious little room for deviation (or any sort of what She might think of as deviate behavior). Sex with Her on top is OK, but back to front or anything more radical doesn't exist.
Coming soon, or soon enough---Another Kind of Lost, the next part of The Time of Her Life, and the infamous music post.
Earwig-John Coltrane, African Brass
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