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Ramping it up
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Ramping it up The on-line conversation with my new friend (from my last post) continues ... Turns out she's quite the inspiration. What follows is may latest erotica effort. It's probably a bit rough around the edges, but I hope you like it anyway  You’re just home from grocery shopping and starting to unpack, when suddenly you feel my arms slip around your waist to give you a squeeze. I’ve given you a start. You didn’t hear me come up behind you, but you relax as soon as you realize. When I lean down and start to kiss you on the neck, you start to suspect that it’s more than just a hug I’m after. Your suspicions are confirmed when I slide my hand up to cup your breast and I start to squeeze your nipple. You don’t mind. Boring day. You need a little excitement. With that thought you take my other hand and slide it down the front of your dress in between your legs and you start to sway on the balls of your feet, pressing your bum into my crotch. You’re pleased and a little surprised to be able to feel that I’m already getting hard. At that, you try to turn around, but I hold you a little firmer, not letting you change position. A quick reach around behind you and it’s suddenly obvious why. I’m naked. No wonder you didn’t hear me come up behind you. And then your attention switches back to my hand. I’ve lifted up the front of your dress and my fingers are starting to gently rub your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties. You move your feet apart to improve my access and tilt your head back as the firm pressure of my fingers starts to get you excited. The gentle rocking, your nipple being squeezed, my hard cock pressed against your back and the soft kisses on your neck and combine to make you wet surprisingly quickly and you’re sure I must be able to feel the wetness soaking through. To your disappointment I suddenly remove my hand from between your legs and then use it to push the still un-packed groceries of the way. “Bend over for me.” You hear me whisper in your ear. You’re happy to comply because you think you know what’s coming next, but as it turns out, I have a surprise for you. As you lean forward, you feel the coolness of the bench top under your torso. You reach around in front, turning your head to the side, using your arms as a pillow and close your eyes. You can’t see what I’m doing … you can only feel, hear and smell me. This lack of control excites you even more, and when I lift up your dress to expose your shapely behind, panties all wet through, you can’t help but shudder with excitement, like someone has run a feather up your spine. And then you sense (as much as anything) that I’m kneeling behind you, my face level with your hot and slippery sex. This is not quite what you expected and you can’t wait to find out what I’m going to do next. You feel my tongue running up your inner thigh, first one side, then the other, stopping just short of where you really want me to be. And you know I’m studying you, enjoying the view, breathing in your scent. Again more licks and then a little bite with my teeth to your bum, just a playful little pinch, and then you feel my hands run up your thighs, my fingers hooking into the waist band of your panties … and then slowly I peel them down … unwrapping you slowly like a long-desired present. You can hear me breathing deeply, lustfully as your knickers falls to the floor. You step out of them and move your feet apart, opening yourself to me in anticipation of the attention you’re about to receive. You feel my hands on your behind, opening you up like a book, exposing completely this most intimate part of you. And then I begin … Slowly … again running my tongue up your inner thigh, stopping short on the first pass, but with the second run up the other side, to your delight you feel my tongue finally start to tease your labia apart, seeking out the source of your delicious wetness. As the intense pleasure starts to fog your mind, you can feel me swirling around your clit, carefully avoiding it for the moment. Then my tongue is inside you, probing, licking, kissing, taking all of you in my mouth, massaging your pussy. And then I move a little further up, spreading your wetness around,<b> tickling </font></b>and teasing your anus with the tip of my tongue. It feels good and you push back a little, encouraging me to penetrate you there. And I do, just a little … exploring … and then I shift my attention back down again, pushing my tongue deep into your vagina, then down again, finally, to your clit where I flick that little button gently at first, swirling around, then sucking you … and ever so gently using my teeth to introduce a new sensation for you. You’ve been getting very worked up, moving around, pushing against me, wanting me to bury my face in your glistening wet pussy, to push hard against you … and when I get it just right, you cum … A hot thrill, starting between your legs, rushes through your body. You tense up as your orgasm peaks, your body vibrating like a tightly strung wire, moaning in ecstasy … and then you start to come back down, your breathing settling. It’s only then that you notice that I stopped what I was doing while you orgasmed, letting you enjoy the moment without distraction. And then, when you’ve relaxed (to your delight) I start again. Once is not enough … Again my tongue and lips work their magic, my hands squeezing your behind, adding to the overall sensation. Vaguely you notice that I’ve moved one of my hands, and a moment later I pull away – to your mild disappointment. Is it over? It's not. Before you’ve had a chance to move, you feel something hard and a little cold between your legs. You know it can’t be my cock, I’m still kneeling behind you, but this hard thing feels really nice as I play it along the length of your pussy, coating it in your juices, pressing it for a moment against your clit, rolling it around. And then you feel it at the entrance to your vagina, and ever so slowly I start to push it inside you. You don’t know what it is … maybe one of those big, thick carrots you bought at the shops earlier? … You don’t care. It feels wonderful as it slides inside you, filling you up, stretching you. The nerves in your groin are humming. And then, when this deliciously hard, thick thing can go no deeper, you feel me start to twist it and move it around inside you. That movement amps up the sensation a notch, and then I start to fuck you with it. Slowly at first, gently in and out … and you find yourself moving to meet my inward thrusts, pushing whatever it is as deep as possible, seeking out that divine pressure, that fullness between your legs. Your brain registers that I’ve moved again, maybe sort of standing up now, you can’t really tell. And you don’t really care. You just want the feeling to keep going. Then again you feel my face close to you while I continue to fuck you with whatever it is. You feel my tongue between your butt cheeks, and once again I start to tease your anus. Tickling and probing, a little more insistent now. You can feel your orgasm building up again, but because I can’t properly reach you, you decide to help yourself along. You reach down and put you hand between your legs and start to play with yourself like you do when you masturbate, and with that combination you start to feel it building again. When your second orgasm hits you, you find yourself up on your toes, the muscles in your legs taught, pushing your behind against my hungry tongue, forcing that thing deep inside, pressing your fingers against your clit. This climax rolls through you like a wave. Not as sharp as the first, but deep, heavy and satisfying. You breathe a deep sigh as you suddenly realize you’ve been holding your breath. You feel a second, then a third jolt as you start to come down again, each less intense. And then you relax onto the kitchen bench top. Totally spent, unable, and not wanting to move. You feel me slowly withdraw that lovely thing from your pussy, gently so as not to spoil the moment. To your slight surprise, you become aware that I’ve pulled your dress back down, covering you. “We’re not done yet babe.” You mumble to me. “Give me a moment. I want to take care of you too.” |
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