The Party
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Posted:Apr 22, 2014 10:45 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2014 5:00 am
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The following story is part fact and part fiction...
Hello. I'm the guy that you met at that party last week. There I was minding my own business holding a drink in this crowded noisy room with people pushing past me when I saw this beautiful blonde with perky breasts tucked into a low cut dress. . She excused herself as she pushed past me and I felt the briefest touch against the front of my pants.
It was almost as if she had brushed her fingers deliberately across the thin material tracing the outline of my cock. It was as if all my senses were switched on at once... I felt my blood rush to my cock and engorge it.. my head turned and I saw you move out onto the patio.
I turned and followed thinking that every one was watching and knew what had happened... but the buzz of conversation didn't falter and no one seemed to notice as I closed the door behind me and walked slowly towards the figure on the darkened patio...
It was a warm night and I could smell the flowers in the garden giving off a heavy intoxicating scent. She stood quite still as I came up behind her until I was standing so close I could smell her own distinctive perfume... it was sharper and as I inhaled I felt myself become instantly aroused. She half turned her head and leaned back into me. I felt the softness of her bottom against my cock now hard and stiff with my rampant desire.
I wrapped my arms around her with my hands slipping up to cup her swelling breasts. She moaned softly and began wiggling her butt against me trapping my cock between the globes of her buttocks. My lips pressed against the curve of her neck while my fingers found the hard nubs of her nipples and began to trace their outline. She was wearing a thin silk top and I could feel the bumps of her areole, as her own arousal grew stronger.
Her lips sought mine as she twisted in my arms. My head spun out of control as her mouth opened and her tongue thrust into mine. Now I could feel those soft, heavy breasts with their sharp points pressed against my chest. Her leg moved in between mine and I felt her mons hard against my thigh pressing urgently.
My hands caressed your back. Through the thin silky material I could feel the curve of your spine merging with firm buttocks. My hands dropped still lower feeling their round shape and the naked flesh underneath. It was a short skirt with my fingers now under the material lifting the skirt up so that my hands were now stroking your bare flesh.
We could hear the noise of the party but it was muted and there was no one outside except us. It was as if we were in our own cocoon oblivious to everything else except each other. Blood was roaring in my ears. It seemed that all my senses, touch, taste and hearing were in hyper drive.
Your hands had been busy opening the front of my shirt and now your hands were exploring underneath running your fingers through the hair on my chest and teasing my nipples.
I could feel the heat of your mons on my thigh and now there was a new scent, muskier and richer, wafting on the air.
I moved one hand between us, bunching up your skirt, and exposing the thin black thong you had worn. My fingers moved the thong aside to find an incredibly hot, wet slit. You moaned, loudly, and pushed your hips forward as my fingers gently traced the outline of your outer lips. You were entirely hairless allowing me to spread the moisture and massage the lips with soft strokes. I felt you bite my shoulder with passion and shudder as a mini orgasm rippled though your senses.
"No stop please", I heard you say. It was such a husky voice and it came out as more of a whisper. "What's wrong", I said. "Its my husband, he's at the party, and if he came out that door...” she replied. Thinking quickly I said, "Let's get in my car. It's parked down the road away from the house."
I hadn't been in the back seat of car since I was a but I wasn't about to let this sexy fox of a woman get away.
We scrambled into the back seat giggling like the teenagers we weren't. She, tugging at the belt of my pants and me pushing that skirt up again. Before she had a chance to pull down my zipper my hand had pushed the G-string aside and my fingers resumed the stroking of her pussy. "Oh, oh aaahh...." she exclaimed squirming on the seat from the intense sensations that were electrifying her body.
Without the sounds of the party I was aware of our harsh breathing and the low continuous moaning that she was making. I reached up and pushed my hands underneath her bottom, gripping hold of her thong and then pulled it down her legs. She lifted her bottom off the seat to help me and then spread her legs wide apart again while pulling my head towards her wide-open gash. “Please, please….” she moaned again while pushing her cunt forward towards my face.
Through the dim light of a distant streetlight I could see that the liquid seeping from her had run down into her pink puckered anus. I reached out with my tongue and starting at her anus I traced the flow of the liquid upwards causing her moaning to lift in pitch. “Ahhhh please deeper, deeper,” she cried.
I pointed my tongue and then stabbed it into her pulsing centre engulfing it in her delicious sweet nectar. Withdrawing it I began to lightly brush it around and across her pulsing clit. Not in a regular way but changing direction from up and down to across and then back again. "Uh uh uh.. " she began to chant in rhythm with my strokes.
I slipped one and then two fingers into her now sloppy cunt. Hooking the fingers slightly I began to press up against the spongy surface of her G-spot as I pushed in and out. “Ahhhh no, no…noooo…” she began to cry while erratically bucking her hips to meet the thrusts of my hand.
I looked up at her to see that she had pushed down the top of the low cut dress exposing her full white breasts. Her fingers were now rolling her long stiff nipples, tweaking and pulling at them with her face contorted by passion. My hand started pumping faster while my fingers rubbed insistently on her G-spot. Suddenly she screamed and her back arched as her legs pushed upwards. My fingers were engulfed in a flood of hot liquid jetting from her while her stomach jumped as multiple spasms wracked her body.
Her cries gradually subsided into sobs and I became aware that I was squatting cramped on the floor with shirt unbuttoned and my pants half undone. She looked down at me and ran her tongue around her mouth suggestively before whispering in a husky sex-drenched voice… “I think it’s my turn now. But let’s get a little more comfortable first…”, she said reaching with both arms to pull her dress fully off her body.
Sliding to one corner of the back seat she made room for me to sit alongside her. I started to pull my shirt out of my trousers when she stopped me purring, “… that’s my job.” She pulled the shirt off my shoulders while at the same time running her tongue across the exposed flesh of my neck. I felt goose bumps spring up along my arms while I became uncomfortably aware that my cock was trapped in my underclothes. With shirt gone she pulled my zipper fully down. “Mmm what have we here,” she whispered in a throaty husky voice.
My cock was clearly outlined against the thin material of my undies and a large wet patch was visible where my pre-cum had leaked out of me. I lifted my bottom off the seat and she slid the pants and undies down and off my legs. We were now both bare-assed naked and I could feel the cool leather underneath me while her hot hands gently traced the shaft of my cock from my balls up to its distended, purple coloured crown.
Slipping to her knees in front of me she positioned my cock and then extended her tongue to lick the pre-cum oozing from the slit. I gasped as her other hand slid down the shaft and held my cock in a firm grip. Then an incredible sensation as I felt her hot mouth enfold the crown of my cock, “Ahhh that’s so good,” I exclaimed involuntarily pushing my hips forward. Her other hand reached underneath me and cradled my heavy cum-laden balls. Swirling her tongue around the head of my cock the hand on my shaft began to slide up and down along the sensitive under-side.
If I get some encouraging comments I will complete the story
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The voyeur his muse and her lover
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Posted:Apr 2, 2014 8:27 pm
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2014 10:46 pm
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Suffering in sleepless delirium
His thoughts went on forming like bacterium
With desire that haunted him
Anticipating as he concluded after deliberation
Detached in his yearning’s manifestation
In doing something incomparable
With that irrepressible longing
To watch his Muse with another
The Voyeur planted in her mind
Sowing seeds of passion undefined
Stirring her with permissible promises of pleasure
She fluctuates, wavering under certain measures
As she contemplated another man’s touch
Stimulating her wild stirring senses, she swayed
Invoked with visuals images of a lustful lover
The notion of being kissed by a strange untamed wanting mouth
Hungrily, licking at her moist crown
A complete brimming stranger loving her body
While the idea of feeling another, inside her
Churned her flowing juices, she capitulates
They enunciated a plan for her to secure an admirer
To enable the voyeur to envision
A tryst of his Muse fornicating with another
Persuading her to entice a discrete Lover
Like a sentry the voyeur surveys
the Lover’s chase and seduction
Spying as the aficionado’ kiss and tease
How he caresses her thigh, the hollow her legs
Randomly, circling his tongue over her breast
rousing her nipples into grapes
As the fondling Lovers’ taunted each other
The voyeur strokes himself in his hide-away
Caressing a whisper of her silk stockings
Placidly probing her flimsy attire
To calmly liberate her enthusiastic hankering body
Gasping a sigh at her rendering nudity
How leisurely he drifted over her labial fur
Ably he stroked her shocked fuzz
As she heaved from the frenzy
Flouting into a sultry wanting moan
With her swollen genital on fire
Her quavering lips sweetly moist
He peeled at her lamenting oasis
Meantime the disrobing Voyeur rubs his mass
Caressing his pulsating throb
At the uninhibited sensual espy
Of his waning reticence Muse and her Lover
Who is trembling and crazed in pleasure
As the Lover massages at her moist
Uncurling inner lips he prods his finger
in her pulsating inundated folds
slithering his thumb caresses her bud
Impaling tirelessly into her slippery depth
In controlled and accelerated momentum till waning
she cedes saturated, moaning in gratification
Gratefully she licks his drenched and glistening fingers
Arching her back, she drops to her knees
Engaging her Lover’s compelling tongue
Laying spread eagle, he hungrily feast
To satiate his blatant burning need
Lusciously savouring her philter in sips
Relishing surges amid her creamy lips
Straining she sways contorting with his rapacious tongue
As he saps her elixir to nourish his mettle
Lost in joy that cannot seem to be exhausted
His lips grasp her endearing clit
While he feeds on her engorged sweet chafe
She pulls away to hear him suckle
Breasts heaving with each winded breath
Until gasping, she cries in a climatic surrender
The voyeur watches in sporadic gasps
In his hand pre-cum seeps spurting gush
Gratified she reaches and strokes his cheek
Lapping the shimmering wetness off his face
Licking his lips with her tongue to sneak
a lingering breath taking kiss
In shameless abandonment her drifting hands persist
Intoxicated with longing, she feels his plump thick mass
Standing magnificent long and hard
Ecstasy written on her face
Caressing his body with her face and hair
Moving down then to lick his nipples
Brushing her face on his neck they embrace
Kissing and holding each other close,
Delightfully She moves down to a lower place
Tenderly wavering she cups his tightened sac
Like an offering to her sensuality
Beguiled he grunts and writhes in proclivity
In a moment of expansiveness
She touches her Lover at that sacred
In a moment of expansiveness
She touches her Lover at that sacred place
Caressing his glistening head to trace
his raging erection standing rigid
Intuitive of its throbbing rhythm
a blatant caress, as her avid tongue
deliberately cascades and snakes out of her lips
Surging to savour her Lover’s pearly drips
anxiously he yields into her depths
Ravenously she skims her lips
Relentlessly up and down his steely shaft,
till it’s appreciated in utter seethe
Spirited to return from her sheathe
Culminating furiously until his erupting seeds
Weaken in spurts of white spiraling jets
painting her face with his salty brine
At this moment, all three are united in lust
linked in the depraved bizarre sexual veracity
The enchanted voyeur revels at the explicit sight
Her Lover stretches to part to her legs to incite
his broad penetrating phallus, titillating her hood
Tingling in imminent resigned abandonment
She grunts and writhes in pleasure
Till his oversized helmet stretches to part her lips
Possessed she arches her back; to be pierced
To be engulf by his broadness in her practiced finesse
He thrusts with his inexhaustible enormity
As they gasp in spasms of spontaneous bliss
In this milieu intoxicated with snatched lust
They are locked in sparing raging embrace
Wild in this cosseted alacrity excitement
Radiating in potential unrestrained
They vacillate to and from deliberate quickness
Alternating positions in dexterity
in deliberate quickening rapid movement
the voyeur crouches from his vantage point,
revelled at the compelling sight
On her haunches she slides
Straddling to keep their rhythm in sync
As she struggles to absorb the burgeoning length
With hands spanned she rides the stud
Impelled she seem to cry in pleasure or pain
Waxed and losing control as that wave comes with an unexpected force
The wanton lust overflowing and mingling
the Stud spills his seed
Fighting to resist against the joy of spawn
to its final abating thrust
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