When Fantasy Becomes Reality

After all the fantasies in my head, it was finally going to happen today!

3.50 – I receive a text: 10 mins away

4.00 – Next text: Walking up the driveway

So, I’m presenting as commanded: kneeling on the bed, with my legs spread; and my ass in the air, facing towards the door. I hear the front door open and I take a deep breath. (camera click) I hear His shoes come off, His belt undone, His pants dropping. I feel a cold hand on the right cheek of my butt, grabbing it like a child with a Christmas present. He runs both His hands from my flanks, along my body and up to my shoulders. Then I hear Him drop to His knees. I feel the unshaven stubble against the tender skin of my bottom; then I feel the warmth of His tongue invade my asshole. I let out a trembling breath. His entire face is buried between my cheeks.

I feel one finger tentatively circle my anus then push it’s way into the tightness. Mmm…I love that feeling. His finger is replaced with a slightly thicker thumb. (camera click) Then, two fingers. Holy Shit! How many fingers do you have in there? I ask. Two. Should I try another one? He replies. Hell, yes!

The fingers are withdrawn. I feel the emptiness. Then a larger, cold tip is pushing at my still-tight hole. He pushes it in further. I feel tingles run from my ass all the way to my shoulders. ‘Tingles’ doesn’t actually describe those feelings – it was like, when I was a lot younger and I had taken an Ecstasy tablet and, when I ran my nails over my stockings and the feeling that happened then. Those feelings took my breath away. Do you want more? He asks. I want Your cock, please…

Cold lube dribbles into my ass. He spreads my ass cheeks. (camera click) He massages some lube into and around my hole. He slides His cock into my warmth. Oh, my! He fits perfectly. He slaps my butt. I startle, as if I have been shocked with a jolt of electricity. He starts with short thrusts, lengthening as He feels me relax. Then He starts thrusting. He isn’t just in my ass; He is fucking my ass. And I am groaning loudly with enjoyment. Why haven’t I done this sooner?

He removes His cock. I hear something behind me. He starts to enter my hole again. Oh! I really do like that initial entry! (camera click) He delves in deeper. (camera click) He climbs onto the bed so He is standing astride me and drilling my ass. Those primal grunts are coming from me?

Turn over. With your head down this end. He removes the condom. His cock hangs above my face. I open my mouth and His cock falls within it as He leans forward to finger, lick and nuzzle my pussy…for forever! How do I keep sucking His cock and playing with His balls when there are so many fabulous sensations being generated from my nether regions?

He stands again; grabs another condom as He moves to the other side of the bed. He gently pushes His cock inside my pussy. We are finally face to face. I look up at his face, so close to mine. I grin. So hi! How are you?

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Wait and Want

There is a certain weight
In the wait of wanting you
Wanting not to be waiting
Waiting for you to want me
Enough to stop waiting

And I want you now
I want you to push
Into the abyss of my body
I could do it alone
But I want you

I want you
To run your tongue
Down the entirety of my body
Slip it in…taste me
Hear the music of my want

I want you
To use something bigger, harder
Push your skipping fingers
Into the wet, aromatic heat
Sensations building as I wait

I want you
To give me what
I’ve been waiting for
Slide into my aching depths
Be swallowed by my want

In Site XXI

My Fantasy Man

My fantasy man

Binds my hands behind my back
One hand with a clump of hair
Forcing my back to arch
Stripping my soul bare

Buries his face in my cunt
Lapping up my juices
I take it all
I accept his oral abuse

He licks at my clit
With his face against my hole
He drinks me in
Swallowing my entire soul

His fingers boring deeper
Two fingers, three, then four
The tips drilling further
In the form of a claw

His hand fucks my cunt
A thumb in my ass
Forcing its way inside
Eclipsing the impasse

Pushing so deep inside
I want to scream
His face covered in my wetness
As it flows in a stream

When it seems as if I’ve had enough
He thrusts inside his whole fist
Pushing inside me deeper and faster
Filling my cunt up to his wrist

Shoving his arm in and out
More forceful all the time
Feeling each finger wiggling
Rubbing inside me – sublime!

His tongue now lapping at my asshole
His fingers start to explore inside my ass
His fist and other hand touching each other
Through the wall that separates cunt and ass

I’m moaning uncontrollably now
He drives his cock into my cunt
While pushing his fingers into my ass
Forcing out my breath and a grunt

He brings me to the precipice
But before I can cum
He pulls out his cock
And sticks it in my bum

My fantasy man
Shocks, scares and astonishes me

P.S. See you tomorrow

My Scene

So, I’m lying on bed – very, very horny…knowing that there is no one who is going to help me with this pent-up frustration.

I reach over to my bag of toys and pull out my favourite toy: the butterfly kiss. I am so very horny that it goes in without any effort

I turn it on: the motor hums; the sensations – teasing.

I need much more.

I turn the speed and intensity up… then some more – this is just NOT going to do it for me.

I grab my lube and coat my baby butt plug.  Slowly, slowly I insert it.

Aaah, it’s in… and I have the wonderful sensation of being filled.

I enjoy that feeling for a moment then I reach out for my Hitachi Magic Wand. I place it where the curve of the clit tickler and inserted part meet. I turn it on – it sends the vibrator into overdrive. I can feel the inside bit moving around instead of just vibrating. My clit is buzzing with joy. I turn the speed up.

Holy shit! That’s it!

…but my legs keep clamping together and I can’t seem to allow the sensations take over. I remove all my toys and find the starter bondage set that I bought: : I take out the leg restraints, attach them to my bed; and insert my ankles.

I have kept all the toys within reach so I start again. This time I put the butt plug in first. Again that wonderful feeling. Then the vibrator. Then the Wand.

Oh….this is better.

I lay back and let the sensations flow over me.

Little do I know that I had left the front door open and you were standing at my bedroom doorway watching me.

You watch until it looks like I am about to climax.

Then you crawl into my room to the foot of my bed. You slowly take out the butt plug.

It feels to me that I pushed it out with my tensed muscles.

So I still don’t know you’re there.

You cup my ass with your hand and insert your thumb into my still well-lubricated ass-hole.

What the…?

Because my legs are bound, I can’t get myself up to see what’s going on – but the feeling is wonderful, so I let it keep going.

Next, you take away the Wand and put it to one side. The noise I make tells you that I’m not happy about it.

“Shhhh,” you whisper, “….close your eyes.”

I do as I’m told…because that thumb is moving in and out of ass and making me very happy. It also feels so naughty. And, even though I haven’t worked out who you are, I’m enjoying not knowing.

You remove your thumb and take the blindfold from my kit – you blindfold me, while whispering in my ear, “I won’t hurt you, little one.”

The vibrator is still inside my pussy so the sound of your voice in my ear and the humming of the little machine makes all my muscles clench.

You attach the hand restraints to my bed and to me. I am now spread-eagled naked across my bed with just a blindfold, and a lot of vulnerability.

“Oh, little one,” you say, “you look edible and I’m ravenous.”

You leave the vibrator where it is and decide to claim ownership to my body. This is beginning to scare me. But you start to run your hands and mouth over my body. Your hands dance over my boobs, followed by your tongue swirling around my nipples. Your tongue plays there until my nipples are hard little nubs…then you pinch them, both at the same time.

I cry out.

Your tongue returns to ‘heal’ them…then you bite my left nipple.

I cry out again.

Your hands have been moving down my body, over the swell of my tummy, so that when I cry out, you insert two fingers into my pussy, with the vibrator.

I am so wet and hungry.

You move yourself so that you are astride me – your face looking towards my toes.

You slide your fingers and the vibrator from my cunt and insert a very wet middle finger into my asshole, while your thumb circles my clit.

My hips are thrusting forward.

“Calm down, little one,” you say. “Open your mouth.”

I do as I’m told.

You hang your cock above my mouth and let the pre-cum drip onto my lips. I lick them and open my mouth again. You lower your cock so the tip of it sits on my lower lip. I try to take it into my mouth – you pull it away.

“Just leave your mouth open,” you order, ”I will do the rest.”

I open my mouth widely. Everything about me is exposed and under your control.

You lower your cock to my mouth again, very slowly, just to see if I will behave. I leave my mouth open and try not to move, even though your thumb is adding pressure to my clit and I think you have put another finger in my asshole.

You lower yourself further. My tongue reaches out.

“Not yet, little one,” you say.

You allow more of your cock into my mouth…and more. Finally, you are almost sitting on my face – your balls on my nose.

“Now, little one, swirl your tongue around my cock.”

I try to do as I am told.

Your thumb is mimicking the movement of my tongue. I can’t keep still despite the restraints.

You keep your cock in my mouth but remove all the other pleasurable things from my body. I make a noise, a grunt, to show my displeasure.

“Stay still, or there will be no pleasure for you,” you command.

I stop moving.

“Keep your tongue moving,” you bark.

You lean down and insert I-don’t-know-how-many fingers into my asshole. All I know is that I have never felt this full or stretched. You put the tip of your tongue on my clit. I move forward to meet you. You remove your tongue.

“I told you not to move,” you warn.

I am almost in tears. I am so frustrated. I need some release. I lay still.

Once again, the tip of your tongue touches my clit.

I stay still.

The tip of your tongue dances slowly around my clit. I want you to touch it, to lick it, to do anything you want!

I stay still, hoping for more. I swirl my tongue around your cock with more intensity, thinking if I can please you, you will please me.

The warmth of your tongue envelops my clit. You can hear my muffled sigh

“Do NOT cum!” you order, “I have more, better things planned and you will not get them if you cum.”

I lay still, praying that I can handle all these sensations.

When your tongue invades the heat and wetness of my cunt, I buck and thrash and suddenly, waves are flowing over me and your face is soaked in my juices.

“Ah,” you say, “you have no control. You will have to be taught. Now stay still.”

Your tongue continues its exploration of my pussy. You wiggle your fingers in my ass. I try to remain still.  Your tongue begins to mimic a cock and thrust in and out of my pussy. Your cock starts to copy the rhythm until you are fucking my mouth. I wrap my lips around the girth of your cock as you thrust in and out of my mouth.

You move faster and faster. I think I’m about to choke. I try to take a breath, when I feel the warmth of you running down the back of my throat. I swallow it and try to breath.

You move your body from my face. You take your fingers and tongue from my body and I can hear you moving around but I don’t know what you’re doing…until I feel the tip of your cock rubbing against the lips of my cunt.

You lift my ass up and put your knees beneath it. You slowly put your cock into my cunt. I’m holding my breath. I feel the head enter my warmth, then more of you…I sigh contentedly (still trying not to move)…then more of you.

I can feel your cock in my tummy – at least that’s what it feels like.

You loosen the restraints on my feet and place my ankles over your shoulders, as you thrust the fullness of you into my inviting cunt. I grunt. You move rhythmically, with total control.

“Now you can start moving. Meet my cock with your body,” you demand.

As you plunge deeper, I lift my hips to meet you and swallow more and more of your cock. You’re holding me on an angle, so you are drilling into me. You thrust your thumbs into my asshole and grip onto my butt cheeks, so tightly that I can feel your nails.

The pumping begins to move faster. I grunt with each movement as the breath leaves my body.

You are holding onto my ass and spreading my cheeks wider and wider as you thrust as deep as you can into my body. I feel like I am about to break. Your grip tightens. I scream out. You fuck me faster and harder – harder than I have ever been fucked before.

Suddenly, it slows down as you cum inside me – yet deepens, if that’s possible, like you’re trying to milk all the juices from your body.

You remove your cock from my pussy.

I feel empty.

I feel you moving around me again.

“Lick our juices from my cock,” you command, as you place your cock on my lips.

I begin to lap the wetness from your cock, trying to get each drop, trying to make you happy.

When I have done this, to your satisfaction, you move away from my mouth.

Once again, I hear you moving.

“Stay still, little one,” you whisper, “don’t move,” as you undo the restraints around my hands.

“Stay still, even if I have let you free,” you whisper.

I don’t move.

I hear you moving around some more.

 

Then I don’t hear anything anymore.

I remove my blindfold and you’re gone.

 

What I Wish was in Pandora’s Box: WANTED

The best sex I ever had was about 5 or 6 years ago (and he is no longer available) – pretty sad. It was very vanilla, compared to all the posts I’ve been reading recently, but it was fucking great! So I’m putting together a list of what I want from the next man I have sex with.

There is absolutely nothing difficult here except time! Have you got some?

WANTED:

• KISSING: I keep forgetting how good kissing is until I do it again. I’m not talking the requisite pecks; I’m talking about the full-on, discovery of each other’s mouths; the out-of-breath, no remaining lipstick but pink, bruised lips nonetheless kind of kissing. And it doesn’t stop just because we move on to other stuff.
• NECKING: Sounds old-fashioned, doesn’t it? But, holy shit! there is nothing more sizzling than a man licking and nipping at my ears and neck…and not rushing to get to my boobs!
• ORAL SEX: This sounds obvious but, and I’ll tell you all, I am not one of those lucky, easily orgasmic women, so it takes a lot of time and effort. And my version of oral sex does not just involve your mouth. I want fingers (and toys, perhaps) involved. I want to feel your lips, your tongue, your fingers (and toys, perhaps) in my pussy and ass. And I want you to do it with enthusiasm and for a long time. I want you to keep going until I am crying out, until my legs are trying to crush your head, until I am thrashing about like a crazy person – just keep going! Yes, if you are doing this properly, I will cum; but keep going (a little more gently) then, when you see it’s about to happen again…
• FUCKING: I like to be fucked hard and deeply. My absolute favourite position is doggy-style but, if you’re using this as direction then, place my legs on your shoulders and thrust into me really, really deeply as my next orgasm takes us both for a ride. Don’t take your time – my body will be on a highway speeding along, and you need to catch up. There will be lots of noise and movement, but this is fabulous, so just keep on plunging your cock into me until you cum. I will still be fucking you back.

Non-essential Criterion:

After reading lots of blog posts, I am so incredibly interested in being dominated; and I am looking forward to having anal sex with a trustworthy partner.

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I do not expect to have sex exactly like this every time I have sex. I just know that this worked for me and I’d really love to find a guy who can help me bring out the same results…PLEASE!

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Girl Meets Boy

I met the boy at work. He was young, tall and hot – just my kind of boy. I was 34 years old. He was 22.

I flirted with him at work, fluttering my eyelashes and giggling, for a couple of weeks until I finally asked him out for a drink after work. We went to the local pub. He had a gin and tonic (or more) and I had a vodka, lime and lemonade (and definitely more); and we played pool.

You know the kind of pool I’m talking about – sexy pool. The kind of pool where you walk past each other VERY closely; where you look up suggestively from your position of being bent over the pool table; where you make sure that he can see straight down your shirt. The kind of pool where, after you’ve had a number of drinks, you run your fingers up the seam of his jeans to distract him from his shot; where you brush your breasts against his back when you tell him that it’s his turn; where, when he laughs, you tell him that he won’t be smiling like that when you have his cock in your mouth later.

It didn’t take much longer than the end of that game for us to leave together.

When we got outside, away from any work-related prying eyes, we stepped into the adjoining alley. Immediately, we devoured each other’s mouths. It was like being in high school again: making out behind the bus shelters…tasting, licking and biting any bit of uncovered skin we could find.

The weeks of flirting, followed by our pool game, was obviously enough foreplay for us. I was grinding my jeans-covered pussy into his jeans-covered hard, cock. And it was turning me on completely! I was grunting and groaning like it was the real thing.

He covered my mouth with one of his hands, and worked the other one down the front of my jeans. I looked at him with wide, wild eyes. He kept his hand over my mouth while his fingers fought to find my pussy. Our dry-humping had pushed both my panties and jeans between my open lips. Oh, his cold fingers had found their warm, wet target. Slowly, they were diving in and warming up. I wanted him to let my mouth free: I wanted to bite his lips, to feel his tongue enter my mouth to the same beat as his fingers in my hole.

Finally, he let my mouth go. But he didn’t kiss me… he used both his hands to shimmy my jeans down to my ankles as he knelt before me. I was so vulnerable: to the cold, to him, to any passer-by. But I looked down at him and it almost seemed that he was worshipping at an altar.

While he gazed up at me, he placed the tip of his tongue just inside the place where my two lips met. I gasped as the warmth of his breath replaced the cold, night-time air. Then he slowly moved his tongue slightly closer to my throbbing clit. I put my own hand in my mouth to muffle my noises. His tongue nudged my clit and I whimpered. All my senses were in overdrive. His tongue danced suggestively over that sweet, little spot. I bit my hand. Then he drove his tongue deep into my hungry cunt. This time I couldn’t stop myself and I cried out.

I dragged him from his knees and pulled up my jeans. I was taking this boy home to fuck LOUDLY…

Dinner with his Dad

I had been seeing Drew for about three months when he decided that I needed to meet his family. Lucky for me, this meant just meeting his father. Drew set it up for Thursday night.

On Thursday evening, Drew arrived at my place, to pick me up, with a gift. I opened it excitedly – Drew had never given me a present before. Inside was a clear plastic box and within that, nestled on a bed of velvet, was a set of gold Ben Wa balls. I looked up at Drew with a question in my eyes. There was no answer.

“Pan, can you change into that short plaid skirt I like?” Sure, I can do that. I went to my room to get changed.

As I was almost ready, Drew came into my room. He embraced me tenderly and kissed me deeply. He slipped his hand down the front of panties; his fingers making their way between my lips. I was wet immediately. Oh, I don’t think we’re going anywhere soon.

Drew pushed me down onto my bed and wrenched off my panties completely. My short skirt was bunched around my hips. My legs were bent and spread open. My pussy was getting wetter and pinker by the second.

Drew jammed the cold Ben Wa balls inside me. “I want you to keep these inside you tonight – it’ll turn me on knowing you’re wearing them at dinner.” Sure, I can do that.

We got up from the bed. I reached for my underwear but Drew grabbed them. “No – don’t wear any underwear tonight.”

“But my skirt is so short?”

“Don’t worry. It’s only my Dad’s place and he won’t notice.”

Although I was uncomfortable with the idea, I did as Drew asked.

As we left my place and went to get into Drew’s car, the balls moved inside me and I clenched my pussy muscles. Every now and then, they would bounce against each other and I would jump as a small shock wave reverberated from my cunt outwards. Drew opened my door to let me in. I sat down, gingerly. The balls bounced again. I could feel the damp warmth between my legs.

As Drew drove, he kept his hand between my legs and tickled my clit with his fingers. It was getting more difficult to even think about getting through dinner.

We arrived at Drew’s father’s place. As we got out of the car, Drew glanced at me with a reassuring look, and then licked his fingertips which were covered in my juices.

I followed Drew up two flights of stairs. I could feel every single movement of those balls. This was going to be one VERY long dinner.

A door opened and an older man greeted us. “Pandora, it’s lovely to finally meet you. Andrew has told me a lot about you.” He looked a lot like Drew. They both had the same twinkly blue eyes.

Drew and I followed him into the dining room. Asleep, under the table, was a huge dog. I stepped back. I don’t particularly like dogs, especially large dogs. “Don’t worry about Eros. He won’t come near you…he’ll just stay asleep under the table during dinner. I hope you like roast beef?”

Tentatively, I took my seat at the table, careful not to wake the dog, “Um, yes, thank you.”

Drew’s father sat at the head of the table with Drew and I on either side.  Dinner conversation was mundane; although, every now and then, I would squirm, delicately, and glance across to see Drew smiling naughtily at me.

Near the end of dinner, Drew took the fat and gristle from his plate, and opened his hand under the table for the dog to feed from. I had a small pile of gristle on my plate, as well.

“Pan, why don’t you give that to the dog?” asked Drew. I hesitated.

“He won’t hurt you. Go ahead,” said Drew’s dad, his eyes still gleaming.

Slowly, I put my handful of meat under the table. Eros nibbled the food from my fingers. Okay, I had survived that – I let out my breath.

Then Eros nuzzled at my leg. I looked beseechingly at Drew. Drew grinned.

Eros used his muzzle to open my knees. My eyes implored Drew’s father. He, too, grinned.

Eros’ cold nose burrowed into my so wet and ready pussy. I was frozen in fear: this dog, with really big teeth, was way too close to my provocative pussy. I was ready to plead with Drew and his father but they just looked at each other and grinned.

“What the…,” I began, when Eros started lapping the engorged lips of my cunt. His tongue was rough.

“Drew, did you know that when the blood vessels in a dog’s tongue dilate, it causes the tongue to swell and extend? Just like a man’s penis?” asked Drew’s father.

The tip of Eros’ tongue was thrust into my hot hole. I gasped. I was so scared that every muscle in my body was strained taut. I was aware of every single thing happening down there. I could feel Eros’ hot breath against my inner thighs. I could feel Eros’ cold, wet nose against my clit. I could feel Eros’ long, flexible tongue inside my cunt. I could feel the Ben Wa balls being moved around inside me. I could feel myself becoming undesirably aroused.

And I could feel Drew and his father watching me.

This was sick…but, if I could forget that it was a dog doing this marvellous thing between my legs and if I could forget that Drew and his father were watching, I’m sure I could actually enjoy this experience.

I held onto the arms of the chair, closed my eyes, spread my legs wider and leaned my head back.

I could feel my nipples growing harder – so hard, they could cut glass.

The first thing I realised was that Eros’ tongue was much longer than Drew’s and was able to get to many places that I didn’t even realise existed. Eros’ tongue could reach all the way up and inside me. It was incredible. His tongue went in so far and so deep; and moved in ways that I cannot describe.

And there were nodules on Eros’ tongue…it felt better than Drew’s tongue. Fucking hell! I was fucking a dog’s tongue. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting my hungry cunt further onto his tongue.

My body was still overwrought from the effects of the Ben Wa balls and my terror of the dog. In fact, I was breathing like a bitch in heat. These circumstances and this experience were so intense that I was sure that this wasn’t going to be quick.

My orgasm started, like a powerful wave of blankness, and travelled all the way up to my head. But Eros didn’t stop. The constant licking continued as wave after wave overwhelmed me. I was thrashing about: I needed him to stop…I needed him to keep going. I don’t know what I needed. I tried to stop moving, as I was still afraid of those huge, white teeth mauling my obviously inviting cunt, but it was impossible. I hit my head on the back of the chair so many times; I thought I might knock myself out, yet my hips were still pushing towards Eros’ tongue. Every nerve in my flooded fanny was at attention – every stroke of Eros’ tongue caused me to climb another climactic crest.

Finally, Drew called Eros to heel.

And, although I just wanted to lie back and bask, I opened my eyes and stared directly at Drew and his father…and grinned.

Then I stood up, petted Eros on the head and walked out.

Paying For It

After another cold, sterile session with my toys, I still ached to be touched, to feel human skin.

Totally naked, I ran to my computer to Google ‘male escorts.’ Did you know that a male escort gets about $500 per hour? It’s ridiculous.

I leaned back on the couch, in the after-glow of my own orgasm, stroking my own skin and wondering how to fix this predicament. A thought struck in the back of my mind and ignited; but could I actually go through with it?

I didn’t really need a cock – I had a bag full of cock replacements: some with clit ticklers, some with flashing lights, a couple aimed at my G-spot and one with anal beads attached. I craved human touch, the feeling of some-one’s lips, skin and tongue. Did it have to be male?

Before I lost my nerve, I phoned a well-reputed brothel. Yes, they had ladies who performed girl-on-girl services…and at $200 per hour. Could I do this? Really?

Before my courage vanished, I drove to the parlour.

I surreptitiously looked around before getting out of my car. Quickly and covertly, under my hat and in sunglasses, I entered the building. The receptionist escorted me into a small room near the front door. Seven ladies pitched and paraded their wares: how do you choose a companion for an hour? Do I want to attempt this with as masculine a lady as I could find? Do I select a lady because I would like to look like her? Do I pick one whom I think a man would like?

Then Rebecca walked in – at least, that’s the way she introduced herself. She was tall and long and lean. She had generous, blood-red lips; pale, flawless skin and long, pre-Raphaelite red hair. She was stunning. She would have been stunning to either sex.

If I was going to do this, Rebecca would have to be my choice.

Rebecca held my hand and guided me down a long corridor to a room. She took my money and told me to have a shower. I waited until she had closed the door behind her and quickly took off my clothes. The warm water ran over me, slowing the trembling in my body. It was safe in the shower. I hadn’t done anything yet.

I heard the door open. I had spent too long in the shower with my thoughts. I tried to cover parts of my body – my body doesn’t look like hers did. I wasn’t ready for her to see me yet. But I wasn’t in my own domain now – this was Rebecca’s realm.

Rebecca peeled off her dress and stepped out of her heels. She stood naked before me, and then stepped slowly into the shower with me. I stepped backwards, against the cold tiles, as Rebecca allowed the water to cascade over her while she pumped some liquid soap into her hands.

The soap bubbled into large suds. Rebecca began to wash my shoulders. She looked into my eyes and with barely a nod, moved her soapy hands to my breasts. She carefully, almost maternally, lifted the weight of them to wash beneath them. I was still staring at her face as she started circling my nipples with her long fingers. Her slippery fingertips skated over the tiny bumps of my pink areola. The muscles in my pussy had already started contracting and releasing. This situation was already beyond my control. She pinched one of my nipples and heard my gasp.

This seemed to be a signal for her to taunt my tits further. Slowly, slowly, she stroked each boob, then she squeezed…hard. She soothed that quick pain by returning to a gentle massage. I relaxed. Rebecca squeezed my tit again…harder!

Rebecca’s hands floated over the curves of my waist to my hips. She pulled me closer and held me against her body. It felt strange to feel the softness of breast against breast – not bad, just different. Her hands danced across my butt cheeks until I felt one soapy hand slide into my crack. I gulped and hid my face in her shoulder. She slowly inserted something into my asshole – was it a finger? Two? I don’t know. It felt filling but comfortable. I couldn’t believe that the soap made it so easy for Rebecca to finger fuck my ass; because that’s what she did – her hand was moving faster and faster; and harder and harder. I was clutching onto her. I even bit her shoulder. I was going to fall if I didn’t hold onto her.

With her magic hands, she turned me around so her tits were pressed against my back. I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my ass cheeks. And the warmth of her hands found the lips of my cunt. Found those lips and then buried her fingers within them. Holy shit! Her hands were oh-so much better than a clit tickler and vibrator.

I could feel two of Rebecca’s fingers encouraging my cunt open and inviting themselves in. Her fingers found my G-spot. With the water, soap, my own wetness, I could hear the squelching, squishing noise coming from my pussy. Rebecca stimulated that spot by rhythmically pressing against it. She kept pressing her fingers against it, over and over, with the same kind of rhythm as if a man was sliding his dong in and out of my so-so wet pussy.

Once again, the movement of her hand increased in speed and intensity. I could hardly stand up: my legs were trembling. I tried to find something to hold onto but there was nothing in the shower. I was grabbing at nothing. Rebecca was speed-sliding those two fingers in and out of my hole. Pumping it faster and faster, and increasing the force.

When she had increased to slamming her fingers straight in and out of my cunt, Rebecca thrust a finger back into my asshole. This time I couldn’t stop myself from screaming. It wasn’t water dripping from the shower head; it was a tidal wave breaking over my body.

I leaned against the tiles trying to get my breath back. Rebecca slipped to her knees. She opened my cunt with her fingers and lapped at my still quivering clit. I still wasn’t over the first wave of delight so I was ready to explode again. Rebecca just opened me wider, now using her tongue like a small, penetrating shaft.

Now I really was fucking her face. I couldn’t help myself…I was grinding my hips on her face.

Rebecca opened me even further. Was she going to tear me apart? My pussy lips were being spread farther than they ever had before. She inserted three fingers, then another one, then, all of a sudden; her entire fist was inside my open, gaping, wet cunt. I was afraid to move. I felt that I could break at any time. Rebecca plunged her forearm in and out. I was being fucked by the hugest cock that had ever been inside me.

This was too much. There were too many sensations. I was frenzied. It was too tumultuous.

I heard a buzzer.

Rebecca slid a finger over my clit as she removed her arm from inside me. FUCK! I collapsed on the floor of the shower.

Rebecca left the room.

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FUCK

Oh, to have a fuck right now
I am so on edge
I would do anything
Of this I can pledge

I want to attack your lips
With a force so blunt
And gyrate against your hips
To rub my hungry cunt

It doesn’t matter that
We’re surrounded by a crowd
It’s a huge party
And it’s good that it’s loud

I want you to kneel before me
I’ll hold your head in place
Lapping at my wet pussy
As I fuck your face

One hand on your throbbing cock
One hand squeezing my ass
My breathing getting faster
Your tongue inside my gash

The music throbs around us
The crowd is over-heated
The beat is primitive
Our actions are repeated

I am so horny that
When you stand and bend me over
I do not protest of
The over-exposure

Then I feel your knob
Knocking at my back door
That’s not what I want
But my screams you ignore

The rhythm is primal
The party has its own beat
The house seems to throb
My cries do not compete

You spread my ass cheeks
And plunge inside your cock
The pain takes my breath
But then I am shocked

As I get used to the feeling
I feel the pleasure rising
I feel myself start to cum
This really is surprising

It is absolutely delightful
My body, the band is pounding
Complete carnality
And totally astounding

I said I would do anything
To fuck right away
I just didn’t realise
It would be so risqué