So my work crush. Good looking, smart guy, very charismatic. Last time we were out dancing and drinking, he decided to grope my ass while his girlfriend's back was turned... all very hot. So I've been jerking off thinking about him a lot.
I've been thinking about being off at a club, and the girlfriend finally decides to go home. She's huffy that he's staying out but I really don't think I could care less. The second she's gone we're grinding on each other, trying to at least make a show for the people we're there with that we're not just dancing together. We're doing a piss-poor job of it, and everyone's giving us those looks that you give two people who haven't fucked yet, but are about 15 minutes and a dark corner away.
There's a little nook tucked away that I've noticed back towards the bathroom and I tug him in that direction. He looks around to make sure the girlfriend is gone and I can't help but roll my eyes. I tug him harder and he follows.
He's been hard for a while because of the dancing and I know I'm in full control of everything that happens next. I refuse to kiss him, instead grabbing his hair and making him kiss my neck, which he does with a fervor I've rarely seen. I tell her I want it rougher, harder, and he listens, starting to bite and suck. His hands return to my ass and I pull them away, shoving him against the wall.
"I didn't tell you to fucking touch me" I growl.
He nods and pulls his hands back, going back to my neck as I grab his hair and yank his head down and hear him whimper. Such a good boy...
I open my dress and push his head to my tits, letting him suck and bite at my nipples. His tongue works over them as I pull out his rigid cock, pumping it with my hand as I free it from his pants. I hear him grown loudly, and he stops sucking momentarily.
I pull his head back, smacking him across the face. He is startled, but I can feel precum begin to drip and he jerks forward into my hand. I can tell he's never been slapped before, especially for being a pathetic, naughty little cunt. But he'll learn.
He goes back to picking my nipples, biting them harder as I egg him on. I continue to pump his cock, feeling him precum start to fill my hand. I slide down to my knees and tell him to put his hands behind his head.
He does exactly as he's told without hesitation, and I start to pump his cock into my mouth. He beings to moan loudly, and I tell him to shut the fuck up. He does as he's told and buttons his lips, only gasping and breathing hard.
He jerks forward a little and I pull back and look up at him. I see pain across his face as he feels like he can't do anything right, but wants to so badly. I smile and suck his cock harder, pulling more and more of him into my mouth. I pump my mouth over and over, sucking him in, feeling his drip into my throat. He pushes harder, and I being to stroke his balls. I tease them, pulling the skin, stretching it and then slapping hard. I smack harder as I suck harder, flicking and pounding as I draw him deeper into my throat.
I finally pull back and tell him not to cum, that I want him to cum inside me. I continue to suck but know he can't hold on much longer. He's trying so hard, which I like.
I'm looking forward to rewarding him, letting him know he's been a very, very good boy for me. I finally pull back, his cock covered in my saliva, glistening. I tell him to sit, and he does. I pull my panties to the side and straddle him, sliding down on his cock until it's buried in my pussy.
I begin to ride him, pumping up and down on his cock. I pound faster, arching and grinding as I raise and lower my hips.
"Hands. Back of the head." I command, slapping him again. He gasps, and I grind harder, leaning back and rubbing my fingers furiously over my clit.
He feels amazing inside me and I know I'm about to cum hard, all over his lap.
"Fucking cum for me. 5. 4. 3." I pause and he moans, almost whimpering. He wants to explode. "2." He is ready, wanting. "1. Cum. Now."
He groans and bucks, almost throwing me off. I cum all over his cock, squeezing it with my cunt. He cums so hard inside me I can feel it filling it, spilling out.
He begins to gasp and I gently take his arms down, kissing his mouth softly.
He opens his mouth again to speak and I put two fingers over his lips and smile. "See you Monday?"
He nods in response, and I kiss him again, longer, deeper, feeling him breathe hard against my lips.
"See you Monday."
A.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
The Couple
So girlfriend and I met a couple. We've been trying to have sex with a straight couple for a while, and nothing's come to fruition yet for various reasons. We did meet a couple socially, though, who we have great chemistry with. Now we're trying to figure out how to trick them into a foursome. Fingers crossed!
But until that happens, this will have to suffice:
They're over for dinner (I think I'd poach some fish, and I'm really into blanched asparagus right now... something along those lines). And we're plying them with alcohol. They already know we're poly, but we haven't brought up much of the kink or group sex. Everyone loves the food, and loves the alcohol even more.
Eventually it comes up: how do you just not have jealousy that the person you love is with someone else? So we tell them that of course there's some jealousy, but blah blah blah... lets us just show you. Girlfriend and wife are next to each other and girlfriend tells wife to kiss her. She blushes and gets shy for the first time that night. I smile at wife, and tell her to go ahead, it's ok.
Wife and girlfriend kiss. Tentative turns intense and tongues begin to slide over lips, hands find necks, and eyelids flutter. I love watching Girlfriend kiss her, and I can already feel my clit swelling. I know as soon as Wife enjoys it, Husband will be in like Flynn. I can't stop watching them, though. Cute, prim Wife and hot butch Girlfriend.
Finally they pull away and we ask her how it was. She blushes, getting more flustered. And we tell Wife to kiss Husband. They do, and it's pleasant enough, and we discuss the two kisses. I can tell Husband is already hard, and the growing bulge in his pants is making it harder for me.
I announce that I'm clearly a bit left out of this mix, and it's not fair that I don't get a kiss. He gets excited, but I move to Wife, sliding a hand into her hair and pulling her mouth to mine. I flick my tongue over her teeth, teasing her a bit with my mouth. My hand starts to inch towards his thigh and finally my pinky feels the fabric of his pants. His leg moves towards my hand, and all I want is to feel his swollen cock.
Things begin slow, with kissing and trading, and eventually clothes start moving. I won't bore you with the interim parts, suffice to say everyone is groping and kissing.
I finally settle on him. I straddle his lap on the couch, grinding my pussy into his hard on. My dress is up around my waist and his hands are on my hips, pulling me harder down onto him. His shirt is long gone, and I begin biting his neck and chest. I find a nipple with my teeth and tongue and feel his fingertips digging into my flesh. I can feel his cock through his pants and my panties, and the heat is unbearable.
Sitting net to us is wife and girlfriend. Girlfriend sees him grinding into me and takes the opportunity to push up Wife's skirt. I can see how soaked her panties are, as she clearly flooded them a while ago, and watch as her hips move forward. Girlfriend, ever the tease, pulls them down slowly, letting her soaked pussy catch a bit of the air. It's crisp against her clit and she tries to close her legs. Girlfriend holds them open, pushing them wider before kneeling between them. She begins with a finger, teasing wife's lips before rubbing her clit with the pad of her thumb. Wife moans loudly and grinds against her thumb, dripping wetness into the back of her skirt.
I open his pants and pull out his cock. I stand and drop my panties to the floor. I want his cock to fill me. Now. I climb on top of him, thighs spread and cunt soaked. As Girlfriend leans forward and begging to lick Wife's clit, I lower myself down onto him, taking the head, then the shaft, inside me. He moans and bucks up, but I pull back. This needs to be slow. I want his cock to feel every fucking inch of me. I lower myself agonizingly slow. And when it feels like days have passed, I settle myself into his lap, cock swallowed to the hilt. And then I begin to grind.
He grinds back, moaning, pushing up against me in jagged jerks and pumps. He loves to fuck, and i hold his shoulders, making sure I keep my own rhythm as I begin to rub my clit. I arch back so he can see, and he holds my ass. I finally grab Wife's hand and pull it to my clit, letting her fingers rub viciously. I begin to buck harder against him as she works her fingers, desperately pushing against Girlfriend's mouth.
I hear Girlfriend move, and feel her hands on my back. She whispers in my ear and I nod, turning to kiss her with Wife's juices still on her lips. I stand, winking at Husband, as he winces at the loss of my pussy. After a bit of readjusting, we make husband lie on his back, and I crawl above him. I slowly lower my head and begin to suck his swollen cock. I can taste myself and his precum with every lick, and I suck everything off heartily. He immediately begins bucking into my mouth and I know he doesn't have long before he'll cum.
On all fours, I point my ass into the air. I feel wife's hands on my thighs and calves. Her fingers are small, and her touch is cautious. But it is her tongue I'm looking for. I feel her tongue begin to wind its way to my ass, and her fingers to my cunt.
And she begins to lick. I feel her tongue working its way around my ass as her fingers start to slide into me, pumping quickly. I love being fingered, if you couldn't tell.
Not to be left out, Girlfriend has two fingers in Wife's pussy, and one in her ass. Wife begins to writhe, pushing back against Girlfriend's hand, and swallowing her fingers up.
I can taste it as he begins to cum. I feel it hot and squirting into my throat, and swallow it by the mouthful. His cum tastes sincere, and I love how it feels my mouth.
Wife squirts when she cums, leaving a puddle on our floor. It drips down her inner thighs, and she looks mortified to have cum so hard all over the floor. I relish her embarrassment and ache to lick her clean.
Now go jerk off.
Appendix:
Poached Halibut with Saffron Orange Aioli
But until that happens, this will have to suffice:
They're over for dinner (I think I'd poach some fish, and I'm really into blanched asparagus right now... something along those lines). And we're plying them with alcohol. They already know we're poly, but we haven't brought up much of the kink or group sex. Everyone loves the food, and loves the alcohol even more.
Eventually it comes up: how do you just not have jealousy that the person you love is with someone else? So we tell them that of course there's some jealousy, but blah blah blah... lets us just show you. Girlfriend and wife are next to each other and girlfriend tells wife to kiss her. She blushes and gets shy for the first time that night. I smile at wife, and tell her to go ahead, it's ok.
Wife and girlfriend kiss. Tentative turns intense and tongues begin to slide over lips, hands find necks, and eyelids flutter. I love watching Girlfriend kiss her, and I can already feel my clit swelling. I know as soon as Wife enjoys it, Husband will be in like Flynn. I can't stop watching them, though. Cute, prim Wife and hot butch Girlfriend.
Finally they pull away and we ask her how it was. She blushes, getting more flustered. And we tell Wife to kiss Husband. They do, and it's pleasant enough, and we discuss the two kisses. I can tell Husband is already hard, and the growing bulge in his pants is making it harder for me.
I announce that I'm clearly a bit left out of this mix, and it's not fair that I don't get a kiss. He gets excited, but I move to Wife, sliding a hand into her hair and pulling her mouth to mine. I flick my tongue over her teeth, teasing her a bit with my mouth. My hand starts to inch towards his thigh and finally my pinky feels the fabric of his pants. His leg moves towards my hand, and all I want is to feel his swollen cock.
Things begin slow, with kissing and trading, and eventually clothes start moving. I won't bore you with the interim parts, suffice to say everyone is groping and kissing.
I finally settle on him. I straddle his lap on the couch, grinding my pussy into his hard on. My dress is up around my waist and his hands are on my hips, pulling me harder down onto him. His shirt is long gone, and I begin biting his neck and chest. I find a nipple with my teeth and tongue and feel his fingertips digging into my flesh. I can feel his cock through his pants and my panties, and the heat is unbearable.
Sitting net to us is wife and girlfriend. Girlfriend sees him grinding into me and takes the opportunity to push up Wife's skirt. I can see how soaked her panties are, as she clearly flooded them a while ago, and watch as her hips move forward. Girlfriend, ever the tease, pulls them down slowly, letting her soaked pussy catch a bit of the air. It's crisp against her clit and she tries to close her legs. Girlfriend holds them open, pushing them wider before kneeling between them. She begins with a finger, teasing wife's lips before rubbing her clit with the pad of her thumb. Wife moans loudly and grinds against her thumb, dripping wetness into the back of her skirt.
I open his pants and pull out his cock. I stand and drop my panties to the floor. I want his cock to fill me. Now. I climb on top of him, thighs spread and cunt soaked. As Girlfriend leans forward and begging to lick Wife's clit, I lower myself down onto him, taking the head, then the shaft, inside me. He moans and bucks up, but I pull back. This needs to be slow. I want his cock to feel every fucking inch of me. I lower myself agonizingly slow. And when it feels like days have passed, I settle myself into his lap, cock swallowed to the hilt. And then I begin to grind.
He grinds back, moaning, pushing up against me in jagged jerks and pumps. He loves to fuck, and i hold his shoulders, making sure I keep my own rhythm as I begin to rub my clit. I arch back so he can see, and he holds my ass. I finally grab Wife's hand and pull it to my clit, letting her fingers rub viciously. I begin to buck harder against him as she works her fingers, desperately pushing against Girlfriend's mouth.
I hear Girlfriend move, and feel her hands on my back. She whispers in my ear and I nod, turning to kiss her with Wife's juices still on her lips. I stand, winking at Husband, as he winces at the loss of my pussy. After a bit of readjusting, we make husband lie on his back, and I crawl above him. I slowly lower my head and begin to suck his swollen cock. I can taste myself and his precum with every lick, and I suck everything off heartily. He immediately begins bucking into my mouth and I know he doesn't have long before he'll cum.
On all fours, I point my ass into the air. I feel wife's hands on my thighs and calves. Her fingers are small, and her touch is cautious. But it is her tongue I'm looking for. I feel her tongue begin to wind its way to my ass, and her fingers to my cunt.
And she begins to lick. I feel her tongue working its way around my ass as her fingers start to slide into me, pumping quickly. I love being fingered, if you couldn't tell.
Not to be left out, Girlfriend has two fingers in Wife's pussy, and one in her ass. Wife begins to writhe, pushing back against Girlfriend's hand, and swallowing her fingers up.
I can taste it as he begins to cum. I feel it hot and squirting into my throat, and swallow it by the mouthful. His cum tastes sincere, and I love how it feels my mouth.
Wife squirts when she cums, leaving a puddle on our floor. It drips down her inner thighs, and she looks mortified to have cum so hard all over the floor. I relish her embarrassment and ache to lick her clean.
Now go jerk off.
Appendix:
Poached Halibut with Saffron Orange Aioli
Friday, January 29, 2010
I think it's a girl's turn, sort of.
I know, I know. I haven't been updating. But soon, cross my heart, I'm going to have more time soon and this is going to be updated all the damn time.
Before I forget, I wanted to mark a particular experience which I absolutely loved.
My girlfriend and I were at Summer Camp (Dark Odyssey, if you haven't heard of it, it's worth a look) and it was after a GREAT group sex scene that eventually won a camp prize (Best Group Scene! Fantastic!) and decided to run off on our own. I told her that I a) wanted to strip b) wanted to do it in public and c) wanted to top her. Yahtzee!
We went to the peep show, an area of camp where there were little nooks a little bigger than a queen sized bed with a nice little stage on the inside and all plastic curtains around it, so you can gather a rather good sized audience into the mix, and acknowledge them if you like. I was dressed in a nice cheerleader uniform, and told her to sit on the edge of the stage. She has now perfected the "Nice young guy who's never had a lap dance before" routine, and we've used it quite effectively.
I began to dance for her, stripping, with a nice, slow, grinding lap dance. We couldn't hear any music, but it seemed to work quite nicely. I had her laid down and danced over her, moving up and walking so she could see directly up my skirt and I squatted down, pulling my panties aside so my pussy was directly over her mouth. She moaned, and I could feel her breath on my clit.
That's usually enough to get me soaked. I kept dancing for her, moving over her, and slowly dropping one item after another until I was naked, save a pair of high heels. I kept grinding on her, shaking my tits and ass inches from her face, feeling her so, so close.
I finally pulled her hands up and open, telling her there was no fucking way she would ever touch me. I don't let dirty pieces of shit at strip clubs who are just there to jerk off touch me. She nodded, gulping, and obeying every word. I told her she was a dirty waste of cum, and if I fucked her, I would be less of a person. I wouldn't be able to respect myself if I touched a fucking sleeze like her.
I kept dancing, unzipping her pants and pulling them down just enough to pull out her cock. I kneeled over her, down on all fours. I stroked her cock, pulling out one of the condoms which was sticking out of her pockets. I turned around and asked if she thought I was a whore, if she assumed I would fuck some dick just because I was a stripper? She said no, but I slapped her anyway. She nodded, begging for forgiveness.
I relented, turning again and sliding the condom onto her cock. I sucked the head, jerking it into my mouth. I kept rocking my ass to her face, arching up so she could see my wet pussy. Her hips moved up to my hand, to my mouth. But she was good, held her head back. She know I would get up and leave as soon as she broke the rules.
I danced over her cock, shifting back and forth for her. I listened to her moan, and finally stood, turning and sitting back down - squarely on her cock. She slid inside me and I started to ride her, rocking and rolling my hips over her cock and she ground back up against me, fucking me as hard as I was fucking her.
I played with my nipples, rolling them in my fingers and then leaning down and licking them. My boots still on, I pulled my legs up and moved from sitting on my knees to a squat, getting her deeper inside me, and at a new angle, feeling her cock so deep inside me.
After riding her for a few minutes I felt a little belt hit my back. I was confused but ignored it. Turns out one of the presenters -read: one of the professionals- at Camp had thrown some change at us, because she was loving our show. It was a lovely little moment.
I finally stood, climbing up and walking a foot or so up before lowering myself over her mouth. I grabbed her head, pulling it up for her to lick my wet pussy. Her tongue was all over my clit, and I arched against her mouth. She licked and sucked on my clit, covering her mouth, chin, face with my cum. I felt her tongue inside me, on me. She sucked my clit into her mouth, and her teeth grazed the sides. I was grinding on her so hard I almost came.
When I knew I was so, so close, I pulled back and waited, gathered my breath to slide back down and sit back on her cock and started to fuck her painfully hard. I felt her cock so deep inside me it absolutely ached, but I was relentless on how hard I fucked her. Her hands remained exactly where I put them, but I could see them tensing as she knew I was ready to cum.
I bucked hard, tightening my pussy and cumming, screaming, all over her cock. I collapsed, barely breathing, absolutely spent on top of her. I kissed her cheek and ended our scene, a whole troupe of people watching. They scattered, realizing that a) there was no more fucking and b) this was just two people in love who are absolute whores comforting each other in an oddly private moment.
anyway. Sorry for the delay! Updates soon! XOXO.
Before I forget, I wanted to mark a particular experience which I absolutely loved.
My girlfriend and I were at Summer Camp (Dark Odyssey, if you haven't heard of it, it's worth a look) and it was after a GREAT group sex scene that eventually won a camp prize (Best Group Scene! Fantastic!) and decided to run off on our own. I told her that I a) wanted to strip b) wanted to do it in public and c) wanted to top her. Yahtzee!
We went to the peep show, an area of camp where there were little nooks a little bigger than a queen sized bed with a nice little stage on the inside and all plastic curtains around it, so you can gather a rather good sized audience into the mix, and acknowledge them if you like. I was dressed in a nice cheerleader uniform, and told her to sit on the edge of the stage. She has now perfected the "Nice young guy who's never had a lap dance before" routine, and we've used it quite effectively.
I began to dance for her, stripping, with a nice, slow, grinding lap dance. We couldn't hear any music, but it seemed to work quite nicely. I had her laid down and danced over her, moving up and walking so she could see directly up my skirt and I squatted down, pulling my panties aside so my pussy was directly over her mouth. She moaned, and I could feel her breath on my clit.
That's usually enough to get me soaked. I kept dancing for her, moving over her, and slowly dropping one item after another until I was naked, save a pair of high heels. I kept grinding on her, shaking my tits and ass inches from her face, feeling her so, so close.
I finally pulled her hands up and open, telling her there was no fucking way she would ever touch me. I don't let dirty pieces of shit at strip clubs who are just there to jerk off touch me. She nodded, gulping, and obeying every word. I told her she was a dirty waste of cum, and if I fucked her, I would be less of a person. I wouldn't be able to respect myself if I touched a fucking sleeze like her.
I kept dancing, unzipping her pants and pulling them down just enough to pull out her cock. I kneeled over her, down on all fours. I stroked her cock, pulling out one of the condoms which was sticking out of her pockets. I turned around and asked if she thought I was a whore, if she assumed I would fuck some dick just because I was a stripper? She said no, but I slapped her anyway. She nodded, begging for forgiveness.
I relented, turning again and sliding the condom onto her cock. I sucked the head, jerking it into my mouth. I kept rocking my ass to her face, arching up so she could see my wet pussy. Her hips moved up to my hand, to my mouth. But she was good, held her head back. She know I would get up and leave as soon as she broke the rules.
I danced over her cock, shifting back and forth for her. I listened to her moan, and finally stood, turning and sitting back down - squarely on her cock. She slid inside me and I started to ride her, rocking and rolling my hips over her cock and she ground back up against me, fucking me as hard as I was fucking her.
I played with my nipples, rolling them in my fingers and then leaning down and licking them. My boots still on, I pulled my legs up and moved from sitting on my knees to a squat, getting her deeper inside me, and at a new angle, feeling her cock so deep inside me.
After riding her for a few minutes I felt a little belt hit my back. I was confused but ignored it. Turns out one of the presenters -read: one of the professionals- at Camp had thrown some change at us, because she was loving our show. It was a lovely little moment.
I finally stood, climbing up and walking a foot or so up before lowering myself over her mouth. I grabbed her head, pulling it up for her to lick my wet pussy. Her tongue was all over my clit, and I arched against her mouth. She licked and sucked on my clit, covering her mouth, chin, face with my cum. I felt her tongue inside me, on me. She sucked my clit into her mouth, and her teeth grazed the sides. I was grinding on her so hard I almost came.
When I knew I was so, so close, I pulled back and waited, gathered my breath to slide back down and sit back on her cock and started to fuck her painfully hard. I felt her cock so deep inside me it absolutely ached, but I was relentless on how hard I fucked her. Her hands remained exactly where I put them, but I could see them tensing as she knew I was ready to cum.
I bucked hard, tightening my pussy and cumming, screaming, all over her cock. I collapsed, barely breathing, absolutely spent on top of her. I kissed her cheek and ended our scene, a whole troupe of people watching. They scattered, realizing that a) there was no more fucking and b) this was just two people in love who are absolute whores comforting each other in an oddly private moment.
anyway. Sorry for the delay! Updates soon! XOXO.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
There's a creepy guy next to me. FYI.
At the moment I'm sitting in a Cosi in downtown Boston. Dear Downtown Boston. I know you're entirely comprised of white collar professionals, but can you give me something slightly more interesting than a Cosi for wifi and food? Anything.
So while I'm on it, I thought I would relive some of camp.
Girlfriend and I decided to pick up a boy. He's really sweet, does good work, and he's from the South, so he's got a lovely accent. Oh, and he's hot, so that's always a plus.
I saw him the first or second night, but it took until the last day (well, and her to actually go over and say something) before we actually got his attention. We had amassed a small crew to go play Spin the Bottle at the pool (yep. Everyone's an adult and we bailed on a party to play spin the bottle. Life is -so- good.) and picked up a few stragglers along the way.
You know how spin the bottle is played. I got to kiss the boys and girls I wanted (including the one I have a crush on... who wasn't even playing... and watch Girlfriend kiss him... lovely!) and eventually we decided to break this shit down. It turned into truth or dare. And then Truth or Dare: The Drinking Game. And then Dares: Drinks lots of alcohol. We're not that creative. So the game involved writing dares and having them stuffed into Girlfriend's back pocket, then we would each reach into her back pocket, take a dare, and do it. It started out where I gave a long, lingering lap dance to the boy. And it's sex camp.. er... conference, so I was down to panties pretty damn quickly, straddling and grinding... like you do.
There were more dares, there was more drinking, and then the boy had to jerk off in front of us. To which we all commented that we had put that dare in the pocket... and then we realized that there were at least 4 different "jerk off in front of everyone" dares. Now, let me just refresh that this was the prologue. After this fantastic ice breaker, we told him to meet us later at an event and we would hang out.
And. Of course he met us. We talked for a few minutes and then decided to go back to our cabin for... something? I think more alcohol. (I was swigging really bad gin and then chasing it with trail mix... cause it's camp... on multiple levels) I sat down on the bed and he was soon to follow while Girlfriend went into the bathroom. We started kissing and immediately he proved he was going to live up to calling himself a top. He grabbed me and started throwing me around like a rag doll, tossing me on my stomach and back all over the bed as he kissed me, pulling at my clothes.
We finally settled into a position where I was on my back with my legs up in the air in a nice L shape. He pulled at my panties and pushed up my dress and I was soaked- pussy absolutely glistening. His fingers rubbed my clit and I could see him unzipping his pants and pulling out his already swollen cock. I was, of course, no less than overjoyed.
I laid my head back, let it hang off the bed just enough to see Girlfriend standing, watching him getting ready to fuck me. I stared at her, watching her face intently as he spread my legs and shoved his cock inside me. I watched her face change and I could only imagine how mine did as well. He was big, and fittingly, I was tight. His hands gripped my ankles and pushed back my legs all the way to my chest.
He started fucking me harder and I closed my eyes, focusing on tightening my pussy around his thick cock. I pushed back against him, begging him to fuck me harder and harder. He slammed inside me, his fingers finding my clit between us.
When I opened my eyes she was closer, watching as his cock pulled almost all the way out before pounding back inside me. The boy was wanton and aggressive and I couldn't love it more. I could feel my pussy tightening even harder around his cock as I wanted to cum.
He pushed my legs back further and my pussy arched up to meet him, meet every thrust. He was so deep inside me, I would have believed him taking up residence. I ached. I fucked. I came.
Panting.
When I looked up again she was smiling down on me and I was in love all over again. She stroked my hair as he pulled out of me, spent as well. It was about then that I realized there was another person in the room who had watched the whole event (the cabin was a wide open room of about 20 other people with a large closet in the middle) and she came over, sitting on the bed with the three of us to just be a part of the moment, which was absolutely lovely. I do love sharing my post orgasm glow with strangers.
Anyway. Cosi's going to kick me out soon. Ta.
So while I'm on it, I thought I would relive some of camp.
Girlfriend and I decided to pick up a boy. He's really sweet, does good work, and he's from the South, so he's got a lovely accent. Oh, and he's hot, so that's always a plus.
I saw him the first or second night, but it took until the last day (well, and her to actually go over and say something) before we actually got his attention. We had amassed a small crew to go play Spin the Bottle at the pool (yep. Everyone's an adult and we bailed on a party to play spin the bottle. Life is -so- good.) and picked up a few stragglers along the way.
You know how spin the bottle is played. I got to kiss the boys and girls I wanted (including the one I have a crush on... who wasn't even playing... and watch Girlfriend kiss him... lovely!) and eventually we decided to break this shit down. It turned into truth or dare. And then Truth or Dare: The Drinking Game. And then Dares: Drinks lots of alcohol. We're not that creative. So the game involved writing dares and having them stuffed into Girlfriend's back pocket, then we would each reach into her back pocket, take a dare, and do it. It started out where I gave a long, lingering lap dance to the boy. And it's sex camp.. er... conference, so I was down to panties pretty damn quickly, straddling and grinding... like you do.
There were more dares, there was more drinking, and then the boy had to jerk off in front of us. To which we all commented that we had put that dare in the pocket... and then we realized that there were at least 4 different "jerk off in front of everyone" dares. Now, let me just refresh that this was the prologue. After this fantastic ice breaker, we told him to meet us later at an event and we would hang out.
And. Of course he met us. We talked for a few minutes and then decided to go back to our cabin for... something? I think more alcohol. (I was swigging really bad gin and then chasing it with trail mix... cause it's camp... on multiple levels) I sat down on the bed and he was soon to follow while Girlfriend went into the bathroom. We started kissing and immediately he proved he was going to live up to calling himself a top. He grabbed me and started throwing me around like a rag doll, tossing me on my stomach and back all over the bed as he kissed me, pulling at my clothes.
We finally settled into a position where I was on my back with my legs up in the air in a nice L shape. He pulled at my panties and pushed up my dress and I was soaked- pussy absolutely glistening. His fingers rubbed my clit and I could see him unzipping his pants and pulling out his already swollen cock. I was, of course, no less than overjoyed.
I laid my head back, let it hang off the bed just enough to see Girlfriend standing, watching him getting ready to fuck me. I stared at her, watching her face intently as he spread my legs and shoved his cock inside me. I watched her face change and I could only imagine how mine did as well. He was big, and fittingly, I was tight. His hands gripped my ankles and pushed back my legs all the way to my chest.
He started fucking me harder and I closed my eyes, focusing on tightening my pussy around his thick cock. I pushed back against him, begging him to fuck me harder and harder. He slammed inside me, his fingers finding my clit between us.
When I opened my eyes she was closer, watching as his cock pulled almost all the way out before pounding back inside me. The boy was wanton and aggressive and I couldn't love it more. I could feel my pussy tightening even harder around his cock as I wanted to cum.
He pushed my legs back further and my pussy arched up to meet him, meet every thrust. He was so deep inside me, I would have believed him taking up residence. I ached. I fucked. I came.
Panting.
When I looked up again she was smiling down on me and I was in love all over again. She stroked my hair as he pulled out of me, spent as well. It was about then that I realized there was another person in the room who had watched the whole event (the cabin was a wide open room of about 20 other people with a large closet in the middle) and she came over, sitting on the bed with the three of us to just be a part of the moment, which was absolutely lovely. I do love sharing my post orgasm glow with strangers.
Anyway. Cosi's going to kick me out soon. Ta.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Lets get people up in arms
Alright. I've fucked up already and missed a post yesterday. I'll try and make up for it by enjoying this one.
New fantasy. Looking to make happen at some point. Is there a service or something that can help me with this? I'm guessing Craigslist would be a bad idea for this one.
Anyway. Frat party. I'm dancing. I've been dancing for a while and have stripped down to a skirt, panties, bra, and heels. The night has moved from just dancing and stripping to lap dances (whee!).
There's a lovely frat boy (we can call him Mike, because I call all frat guys Mike for whatever reason) and he's enjoying it thoroughly, but is trashed, and I have a suspicion he wants to break the cardinal rule of lap dances - get your fucking hands off me. His friends are cheering him on and I'm grinding against him, my hips moving against his jeans as I feel him grinding back against me, feel him getting hard underneath me. This only makes me grind against him harder, teasing him with my hips.
I turn, straddling his lap, arching my tits into his face. He bites his bottom lip, chewing it, holding onto the chair as the guys around him cheer him on. His hands start to creep up and I look him in the face, shaking my head and continuing. They move a little further to my hips and I push his hands away.
The guys around him start to get a little more riled up as they notice me push him away. This can only go badly from here. With the support of his brothers, he gets a little more aggressive and I push him away a little more. He pleads a little with his eyes as his hands start to sneak between my legs and up my skirt. I stop dancing to more aggressively push him away and I try and get up off his lap. They're yelling that I want it and to grab me and he pulls his hands back, apologizing and asking me not to stop.
I relent, knowing this is probably a bad idea, but I keep dancing on his lap, feeling him rise me meet my pussy. This is when I realize how wet I already am. He's a good looking guy, clean cut with lingering eyes, and it's not that I don't want his hands there, but there are more than a few guys whose hands I don't want and I can't set that precedent.
He grabs my hips one more time and I stop, looking at him and putting my hands on his shoulders to stand and climb off of him. I've made more money than I anticipated and my night here is done. He grabs my waist and pulls me back down. I tell him to let me go and he looks me directly in the eyes. I tell him to let me go again and his friends start to inch closer, egging him on. He holds me, unsure what to do, waiting for me to make a move as I wait for him to make a move.
Finally someone else grabs my arm tightly, hurting my bicep as I fight against them. Someone else grabs another arm and they pull me back, off of him. I can't catch my legs underneath me quick enough and another one comes around me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulls me back. I struggle, staring at Mike, hoping he'll step up and pulls his friends back.
He does nothing of the sort, but instead gets up and begins to open his belt. I fight against their hands as they pull me back and hold me against the floor, yanking off my skirt. Once on the floor it takes everything to struggle anymore. They pull off the rest of my underwear and it's not apparent how wet I am, confirming how much I did, in fact, want it.
Mike, the first one, takes his time getting down between my legs and in one quick thrust is inside me, fucking me. He's shoved all the way inside me, stretching my pussy as he thrusts faster, in harsh, haggard jolts. He wants to cum and is already so close, but with the alcohol and all his friends around he struggles, squeezing me tightly. It takes him only a few more angry thrusts, but he cums inside me, filling me.
This is when the rest of them decide to seize the opportunity. Me being the opportunity. They pull me up and another one decides to start fucking me, slapping me as he goes. They're still holding my arms behind me so it's even harder to struggle. I don't know who does it but I feel a finger slip into my ass and I whimper. It's the first noise of submission I've made all night and I wish I could take it back.
They fuck me, one by one, pushing and pulling me around, biting, slapping, twisting me in ways I didn't know were of interest, but apparently... It is a wicked gang bang and I am left; spent, sweaty, bloody, exhausted, and used.
Fuck. Yes.
New fantasy. Looking to make happen at some point. Is there a service or something that can help me with this? I'm guessing Craigslist would be a bad idea for this one.
Anyway. Frat party. I'm dancing. I've been dancing for a while and have stripped down to a skirt, panties, bra, and heels. The night has moved from just dancing and stripping to lap dances (whee!).
There's a lovely frat boy (we can call him Mike, because I call all frat guys Mike for whatever reason) and he's enjoying it thoroughly, but is trashed, and I have a suspicion he wants to break the cardinal rule of lap dances - get your fucking hands off me. His friends are cheering him on and I'm grinding against him, my hips moving against his jeans as I feel him grinding back against me, feel him getting hard underneath me. This only makes me grind against him harder, teasing him with my hips.
I turn, straddling his lap, arching my tits into his face. He bites his bottom lip, chewing it, holding onto the chair as the guys around him cheer him on. His hands start to creep up and I look him in the face, shaking my head and continuing. They move a little further to my hips and I push his hands away.
The guys around him start to get a little more riled up as they notice me push him away. This can only go badly from here. With the support of his brothers, he gets a little more aggressive and I push him away a little more. He pleads a little with his eyes as his hands start to sneak between my legs and up my skirt. I stop dancing to more aggressively push him away and I try and get up off his lap. They're yelling that I want it and to grab me and he pulls his hands back, apologizing and asking me not to stop.
I relent, knowing this is probably a bad idea, but I keep dancing on his lap, feeling him rise me meet my pussy. This is when I realize how wet I already am. He's a good looking guy, clean cut with lingering eyes, and it's not that I don't want his hands there, but there are more than a few guys whose hands I don't want and I can't set that precedent.
He grabs my hips one more time and I stop, looking at him and putting my hands on his shoulders to stand and climb off of him. I've made more money than I anticipated and my night here is done. He grabs my waist and pulls me back down. I tell him to let me go and he looks me directly in the eyes. I tell him to let me go again and his friends start to inch closer, egging him on. He holds me, unsure what to do, waiting for me to make a move as I wait for him to make a move.
Finally someone else grabs my arm tightly, hurting my bicep as I fight against them. Someone else grabs another arm and they pull me back, off of him. I can't catch my legs underneath me quick enough and another one comes around me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulls me back. I struggle, staring at Mike, hoping he'll step up and pulls his friends back.
He does nothing of the sort, but instead gets up and begins to open his belt. I fight against their hands as they pull me back and hold me against the floor, yanking off my skirt. Once on the floor it takes everything to struggle anymore. They pull off the rest of my underwear and it's not apparent how wet I am, confirming how much I did, in fact, want it.
Mike, the first one, takes his time getting down between my legs and in one quick thrust is inside me, fucking me. He's shoved all the way inside me, stretching my pussy as he thrusts faster, in harsh, haggard jolts. He wants to cum and is already so close, but with the alcohol and all his friends around he struggles, squeezing me tightly. It takes him only a few more angry thrusts, but he cums inside me, filling me.
This is when the rest of them decide to seize the opportunity. Me being the opportunity. They pull me up and another one decides to start fucking me, slapping me as he goes. They're still holding my arms behind me so it's even harder to struggle. I don't know who does it but I feel a finger slip into my ass and I whimper. It's the first noise of submission I've made all night and I wish I could take it back.
They fuck me, one by one, pushing and pulling me around, biting, slapping, twisting me in ways I didn't know were of interest, but apparently... It is a wicked gang bang and I am left; spent, sweaty, bloody, exhausted, and used.
Fuck. Yes.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Dear Stephen Ambrose, please include things like this.
So this would be part fantasy, part recollection. Historical fiction, I guess would be an appropriate term.
I'm at a party. Which automatically means I've been drinking. It's a traditional house party, with awkward friends of friends and a mess of accidental hookups. People are spilling into the backyard, into the bedrooms, and there are very few limits because in some context, everyone kind of knows everyone.
There is, of course, a friend of a friend (of a friend?) who I don't know, but she's cute. Full hips and ass, narrow shoulders, lush mess of dirty blonde waves. She's probably in her late twenties (I was 20 at this point, so imagine me even more doe eyed). And I think she likes me. We've been bumping into each other all night but have yet to have the full "I met this great person last night at Dave's party" conversation. But it seemed almost inevitable at this point.
I was, as I usually am, a friend of a friend. I do well at parties, but my friends rarely are the kind who throw them. But yet, here I was oscillating around some pleasant girl. We bumped into each other while I was having a cigarette outside, then again by the couch in the living room where someone was playing a video game and I didn't know where else to go, so I assumed that the non speaking, passive role was going to work for at least 15 minutes or so.
It wasn't until things were completely winding down that we got to have the longer conversation. A good number of people were sleeping over and we had already taken over the couch in the basement by plopping down on either side and extending our legs while she told me about her grad program. The basement was small, and there was really no other place to collapse down there, leaving the room solely to us.
I'm actually a fairly shy person, and so I'm almost never going to be the one to make the first move. I'm generally going to need to be kissed first, or at least touched first, and so only bad things happen when I'm with another shy person. On the grand scheme of things, she would have been more in the normal category, so less shy than me but still no one was making a move. The combination of my legs touching hers and the half dozen drinks I had, though, were making me fucking wet. I could feel my nipples scraping the inside of my bra already and I started to twitch my legs a little just to rub them against hers. Casually. I'm big on the "is this intentional?" flirting. That's actually about all I can do.
It took her a while but FINALLY she put her hand on my leg, rubbing it softly, fingers trailing up to my knee and back down, then back around the calf. It was another tipsy move on her part as the finesse of the whole thing was something to be desired, but none the less. I was a young little thing and it was enough to turn my crank hard. I could already feel myself so soaking wet and this was enough touch to drive me insane. I didn't know what to do to let me know I wanted to eat her out more than anything.
I yawned. This was not the intended move on my part to show my interest, but it was so late and I was still tipsy. She smiled and told me to come snuggle with her. She scooted down on the couch and I crawled up into the nook make between her arm and her body. This was close enough, I was tired. We talked for a few minutes and she finally tuned to me and I lifted my face to see her.
"You're really pretty."
"Thank you."
"I mean, I think you're really sexy."
JACKPOT. I smiled at her compliments and brushed rose, I'm sure and she finally leaned down and kissed me. I kissed her back with a naive 20 year old's fervor to kiss; with an aggressive, wanton lack of polish sitting on my lips. She kissed with more subtlety, her tongue making lace patterns on my lips and tongue. Her hand found my lower back and slipped under the hem of my shirt, so I could feel her fingers pulsing against my skin, tightening and then releasing, pulling me to straddle her thigh.
I did as she instructed and shifted so she could lay underneath me. Her other hand landed on my lower back as well and after a few more minutes I could sense her actively pulling my hips against her. I would never have thought of fighting her, and my hips went where she led, rocking hard against her thigh, which pushed back against me, trying to push denim against cotton, against clit. I whimpered a little into her mouth and she smiled, fingers starting to sneak into the back of my jeans.
I was soaked, already prepared for my jeans to bear the growing circle of evidence.
It was at this point where we heard the door open and a step taken. I froze, going limp on top of her body, hands being pulled to a respectful place. Our eyes slid shut and I nuzzled back down a little. We heard a few more footsteps and someone craning down to see if the couch was already taken, which it was by two sleeping girls. The footsteps retracted and the door was shut once again.
We smiled, which turned to giggles and the moment was already so far gone we know there was no reclaiming.
"You sleepy?" I nodded, her hands starting to rub my back. "Me too." She kissed the top of my head and laid back, arm still softly stroking the small of my back.
I fell asleep, though I have no idea how long. It happened easily enough and I assumed that she had, too. I woke to a bit of a jarring rhythm. I was asleep enough to still not move, though my eyes dragged themselves open. I could feel her moving underneath me. I slightly twitched my head and the movements froze. I tried to pretend I was still asleep, not wanting to disturb her but she was paralyzed. I shifted my eyes down just slightly and saw what she had been doing and was now hiding. Her jeans were open and her hand was wrist deep inside them. I froze as well, praying there was a chance she thought I was still asleep.
There must have been at least a question in her mind, as she didn't even flinch to remove her hand. I stopped before moving again, my hand moving up and to her waistband. She was frozen, more not knowing what to do than anything else, I imagine. I slip my hand into her jeans, under the waist of her panties, and right next to her hand, which still had her fingers firmly on her throbbing clit. I could feel her pulse in her pussy.
I started to move my fingers over her, making her gasp from surprise. Her fingers shifting to give me full access to her, but pulling the waist of her jeans tight across my fore arm, restricting what I could do. I rubbed her clit in circles, flicking it back and forth with the pads of my fingers.
She squirmed and I finally felt by her panties just how soaked she was, and realized just how long she had been wet. She pulled her hand out of her pants and tugged down her jeans, but left her underwear in a token of modesty. My hand moved underneath them, working a finger and then two inside of her.
I arched my thumb up to rub her clit and she responded immediately, whimpering behind tightly pursed lips, trying not to arouse anyone who may be in the house. Her hips rocked up, arching against my hand as I didn't even inch my head away from where it lay on her chest.
Her arm was already wrapped around my shoulders and resting on my back, but now her fingers tensed, slightly pinching me through my shirt in a way which could only be described as desperate and without purpose. My leg, slung over hers casually now pinned her to the couch, holding her left leg down while the other was free to bent and arch and open, though all of these moments were little more than subtle.
She fucked my fingers. Faster and harder, she arched up against my hand, forcing me to grind into her, which I did without hesitation. I could feel her pussy pulling me in deeper, squeezing my fingers together and then releasing. I spread my fingers as she tensed, pushing back against her, stretching her just a little.
She finally let out a moan and bucked up once more, cumming, drenching my hand, her panties, and leaving the faintest of wet spots on the couch below. I waited and then pulled my hand out of her panties, letting her pull her jeans back up and readjusting my head on her chest, yawning, and not waiting long before I fell back asleep in silence.
I'm at a party. Which automatically means I've been drinking. It's a traditional house party, with awkward friends of friends and a mess of accidental hookups. People are spilling into the backyard, into the bedrooms, and there are very few limits because in some context, everyone kind of knows everyone.
There is, of course, a friend of a friend (of a friend?) who I don't know, but she's cute. Full hips and ass, narrow shoulders, lush mess of dirty blonde waves. She's probably in her late twenties (I was 20 at this point, so imagine me even more doe eyed). And I think she likes me. We've been bumping into each other all night but have yet to have the full "I met this great person last night at Dave's party" conversation. But it seemed almost inevitable at this point.
I was, as I usually am, a friend of a friend. I do well at parties, but my friends rarely are the kind who throw them. But yet, here I was oscillating around some pleasant girl. We bumped into each other while I was having a cigarette outside, then again by the couch in the living room where someone was playing a video game and I didn't know where else to go, so I assumed that the non speaking, passive role was going to work for at least 15 minutes or so.
It wasn't until things were completely winding down that we got to have the longer conversation. A good number of people were sleeping over and we had already taken over the couch in the basement by plopping down on either side and extending our legs while she told me about her grad program. The basement was small, and there was really no other place to collapse down there, leaving the room solely to us.
I'm actually a fairly shy person, and so I'm almost never going to be the one to make the first move. I'm generally going to need to be kissed first, or at least touched first, and so only bad things happen when I'm with another shy person. On the grand scheme of things, she would have been more in the normal category, so less shy than me but still no one was making a move. The combination of my legs touching hers and the half dozen drinks I had, though, were making me fucking wet. I could feel my nipples scraping the inside of my bra already and I started to twitch my legs a little just to rub them against hers. Casually. I'm big on the "is this intentional?" flirting. That's actually about all I can do.
It took her a while but FINALLY she put her hand on my leg, rubbing it softly, fingers trailing up to my knee and back down, then back around the calf. It was another tipsy move on her part as the finesse of the whole thing was something to be desired, but none the less. I was a young little thing and it was enough to turn my crank hard. I could already feel myself so soaking wet and this was enough touch to drive me insane. I didn't know what to do to let me know I wanted to eat her out more than anything.
I yawned. This was not the intended move on my part to show my interest, but it was so late and I was still tipsy. She smiled and told me to come snuggle with her. She scooted down on the couch and I crawled up into the nook make between her arm and her body. This was close enough, I was tired. We talked for a few minutes and she finally tuned to me and I lifted my face to see her.
"You're really pretty."
"Thank you."
"I mean, I think you're really sexy."
JACKPOT. I smiled at her compliments and brushed rose, I'm sure and she finally leaned down and kissed me. I kissed her back with a naive 20 year old's fervor to kiss; with an aggressive, wanton lack of polish sitting on my lips. She kissed with more subtlety, her tongue making lace patterns on my lips and tongue. Her hand found my lower back and slipped under the hem of my shirt, so I could feel her fingers pulsing against my skin, tightening and then releasing, pulling me to straddle her thigh.
I did as she instructed and shifted so she could lay underneath me. Her other hand landed on my lower back as well and after a few more minutes I could sense her actively pulling my hips against her. I would never have thought of fighting her, and my hips went where she led, rocking hard against her thigh, which pushed back against me, trying to push denim against cotton, against clit. I whimpered a little into her mouth and she smiled, fingers starting to sneak into the back of my jeans.
I was soaked, already prepared for my jeans to bear the growing circle of evidence.
It was at this point where we heard the door open and a step taken. I froze, going limp on top of her body, hands being pulled to a respectful place. Our eyes slid shut and I nuzzled back down a little. We heard a few more footsteps and someone craning down to see if the couch was already taken, which it was by two sleeping girls. The footsteps retracted and the door was shut once again.
We smiled, which turned to giggles and the moment was already so far gone we know there was no reclaiming.
"You sleepy?" I nodded, her hands starting to rub my back. "Me too." She kissed the top of my head and laid back, arm still softly stroking the small of my back.
I fell asleep, though I have no idea how long. It happened easily enough and I assumed that she had, too. I woke to a bit of a jarring rhythm. I was asleep enough to still not move, though my eyes dragged themselves open. I could feel her moving underneath me. I slightly twitched my head and the movements froze. I tried to pretend I was still asleep, not wanting to disturb her but she was paralyzed. I shifted my eyes down just slightly and saw what she had been doing and was now hiding. Her jeans were open and her hand was wrist deep inside them. I froze as well, praying there was a chance she thought I was still asleep.
There must have been at least a question in her mind, as she didn't even flinch to remove her hand. I stopped before moving again, my hand moving up and to her waistband. She was frozen, more not knowing what to do than anything else, I imagine. I slip my hand into her jeans, under the waist of her panties, and right next to her hand, which still had her fingers firmly on her throbbing clit. I could feel her pulse in her pussy.
I started to move my fingers over her, making her gasp from surprise. Her fingers shifting to give me full access to her, but pulling the waist of her jeans tight across my fore arm, restricting what I could do. I rubbed her clit in circles, flicking it back and forth with the pads of my fingers.
She squirmed and I finally felt by her panties just how soaked she was, and realized just how long she had been wet. She pulled her hand out of her pants and tugged down her jeans, but left her underwear in a token of modesty. My hand moved underneath them, working a finger and then two inside of her.
I arched my thumb up to rub her clit and she responded immediately, whimpering behind tightly pursed lips, trying not to arouse anyone who may be in the house. Her hips rocked up, arching against my hand as I didn't even inch my head away from where it lay on her chest.
Her arm was already wrapped around my shoulders and resting on my back, but now her fingers tensed, slightly pinching me through my shirt in a way which could only be described as desperate and without purpose. My leg, slung over hers casually now pinned her to the couch, holding her left leg down while the other was free to bent and arch and open, though all of these moments were little more than subtle.
She fucked my fingers. Faster and harder, she arched up against my hand, forcing me to grind into her, which I did without hesitation. I could feel her pussy pulling me in deeper, squeezing my fingers together and then releasing. I spread my fingers as she tensed, pushing back against her, stretching her just a little.
She finally let out a moan and bucked up once more, cumming, drenching my hand, her panties, and leaving the faintest of wet spots on the couch below. I waited and then pulled my hand out of her panties, letting her pull her jeans back up and readjusting my head on her chest, yawning, and not waiting long before I fell back asleep in silence.
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