Archive for February, 2008

Muffled gasps

Friday, February 29th, 2008

As she broke away once again she cried, “That’s not your finger!”
“No, it is something even better,” he answered as his swollen,
rigid tool, measuring nearly three inches in diameter steadied on
course.

Frantically she tried to extricate herself from the weight of Jim
and the pinioning effect of the monstrous steel rod, the ruby red
head firmly lodged in place. Her desperate struggles were easily
contained by the advantage of position and weight and with each
movement to free herself of the rigid pole pulsing with blood and
lust the stark penis seemed to creep in slightly. A cry of rage
and dismay nearly escaped Sandy lovely lips, but a hastily place,
yet passionate, kiss muffled any further outcry.

This was not what she had wanted or expected, yet there was no
pain. A friendly and kindly path had been prescribed. Her
honey-juices, so amiably and free flowing minutes ago, did not
seem to wish to subside. A strange feeling, nearly released
twice before, moments ago, seemed to be taking over her body.
Not only was she being forcibly raped by a friend, but her body
was giving up the fight. Inch by inch the magnificent stallion
of a phallus surged forward to the task at hand as her muffled
gasps became quieter and less violent.

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Licking Her Blossom

Sunday, February 24th, 2008

But eventually it moved. Cautiously at first, and then with
vigour. The hint as to what dwelt beneath was too much for the
heavily breathing beauty. As Jim’s hand brought forth stronger
and stronger sensations she traced the ever-growing swelling. It
promised to be of enormous proportions. She slowly unzipped and
unbuckled his pants. As he rose slightly to assist her in her
endeavors she pulled down both his trousers and underwear at the
same time. But before she could seek out the article of interest
the first wave of orgasm enveloped her. All she could do was
reach for Jim, to pull him to her, to hold him close.

As the waves passed, a huge sign of relief escaped Sandy’s lips.
“God, that was good.” But before she could say more, Jim slipped
down and stuck his nose into Sandy’s moist, warm crotch. “Come
up here,” she said and tried to pull him back. But he was not to
be dissuaded. Skillfully his adroit tongue sought out the
blossom of release again. Her admonishments to join her were
abruptly curtailed when his sensitive wet tongue settled on her
clitoris again. As he delicately danced all around the passion
stalk occasionally darting up to the tip, then to retreat,
Sandy’s passion steadily boiled inside of her.

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Dont stop

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

Jim placed his whole hand gently over her mons and deftly began
probing for her the apex. With a groan of remorse she tried to
reach for his hand, to stave off the attack. But just as she
grabbed his arm again the groan tailed off into a moan of delight
as he found the clitoris. The joy-bud burst into life as he
found the tip; the blood cursed through her veins towards this
seat of exquisite pleasure. “Oh, my god, that feels good. I
want you to stop, Jim. I don’t want you to stop. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop. But you may start.” Her hand, not needed to
allay his advances, fell limply. Not missing a stroke on her
clit, he gentle picked up her hand and placed it over his bulging
crotch. Her hand stayed there for what seemed like minutes.
Whether it was trepidation or fear of the unknown or whether it
was just the rapture at what was taking place in her body, we
will never know nor care, but her hand remained motionless.

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Grab her guts

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

Although she tensed up and her hand went down to his, she did not
stop him. He gentle crept up her lovely turned leg towards the
seat of passion so remote to him until now. He felt the
impenetrable fortress of under pants, but his tracing of her
furry triangle and delicate rubbing above her mons and labia were
more like a warrior scouting the bastille than a lovers touch.

Apparently assuming that Jim would be satisfied with this she
reengaged him in another passionate kiss. After a seemingly long
time, but only a few moments, Jim’s, by now, expert hand gentle
crept up to the waste band elastic on Sandy’s panties and gentle
pulled them down.

As Sandy broke free again to prevent a further invasion, Jim
grabbed her with both arms again and rolled her over on top of
him. As she struggled to regain her balance he quickly hoisted
her skirt up to waste level and deftly lowered her panties in
practically the same motion. By the time she knew what had
happened, he again rolled her back to the seat. She could not
reach her panties to get them back, so she had to limit herself
to trying to extract herself from under Jim again. This just
allowed Jim’s hand to again search out the tempting warm spot
between Sandy’s legs.

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