Tuesday 31 January 2012

friendship
the ins and outs
part vii

Her next kiss brought new meaning, an entirely new passion unveiled itself in D.
We remained connected. She began gently rocking back and forth, my pole still deeply embedded, an axis on which she gently began to gyrate. She took my bottom lip between her teeth, attempting to separate it from me, I couldn't help but protest.
She held my head in her palms and queried
'You didn't come in me did you?' 
'No'
 and then pleadingly
'Please dont come in me'
'I wont'... (I wanted to). I wanted to pump her full of hot seed. I wanted her to feel how much she turned me on, exactly how much. However that was not an option.
'Dont worry' A sobering assuredness swept through me as I uttered the words. But then D started to ride me again, slowly rising and falling onto me, incrementally, until she utilised my entire thickened shaft from crown to hilt, and back again. She wasn't helping.
As she paused at the top she would tense herself, incredible the control she could exert, her flushed and swollen sex clamping tight around my head, before impaling herself once more, over and again. She wasn't helping at all.
I was losing control somewhat. I groped at her heaving chest, still wrapped in brassiere. I bit through the layers of cloth, her hardened nipples a relatively easy target, I couldn't resist. Control was indeed ebbing.
I placed my hands beneath D's cheeks, assisting her on the upward journey. Things became pretty vocal. Plunging into D was, by all admission, sheer bliss, but I craved a fuller penetration.
Sometimes it's just not enough to be fucked. I needed to fuck her. I took over. Cupping D's arse I rocked forward and stood up, driving into her as a consequence. I held her aloft for a while and bounced in and out of her at pace, she seemed to enjoy the power shift. I walked her around the bench and placed her bum neatly onto the back rest. From here I could really get a purchase. D held on tight, her arms wrapped round my neck, legs locked around my waist. Her body jolted, cleavage rippling as I dived into her.
If God does exist, heaven could easily be described as this.
Inhale, pulse, push, pause, exhale. Repeat. Bliss. My balls started to percolate. It wouldn't be long at this rate. D gripped me tighter. I pushed in faster, entering the danger zone with reckless abandon.
There was only 'Ohhs' and 'Ahhs' and grunts and 'Fucks'.. and varied combinations of those.. the base language of lust.
Inhale, pulse, push, pause, exhale, repeat.
Space closed in on me, close became closer. D sensed where I was..
'Stop' one word..
'I don't want babies'.. mood killer..
'You can finish in my bum'.. and she pushed me away. Good god.. fuck yes, game on.
D wriggled from my grasp and turned her back on me. Resting on the bench she presented me her arse. A finer piece I doubt has ever existed, she needn't ask me twice.

Friday 6 January 2012

Choice Cuts #12.....

Number 6 Deathray Trebuchay
by
Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs
(t.e.e.d)
recently heard live in a rather small and sweaty establishment.. let me just tell you.. the place went thoroughly postal.
try it for yourself. xbhp