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Because of the extreme pleasure you all took in piranah81′s erotic excerpts, I feel the need to provide one of my own, uh, masterpieces…
He began fisting the bitch harder and harder. As the saliva began to dry from his hand her chafed asshole began to bleed profusely, which he licked from around the stretched sphincter like drips from a melting ice cream cone.
And then she farted. His hand was pushed outwards by the blast, which angered him so much he removed it with a yank, the girl groaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Putting his arm around her waist to hold her still, he began furiously slapping her ass with full force.Spittle dripped from the ballgag in her mouth and her eyes rolled back into her head. “This will teach you not to interrupt me while I’m fucking your sister!” he shouted, his brow sweaty from the exertion of giving punishment.
the dingleberries bristol
yellow like your mom’s chevy
watch this, it’s heavy
i gunna break down your pants
fuckin’ rock yo sack, natch
up and down and on the ground
I fuck your bitch’s stinking mound
those who know me know me well,
and if they don’t then go to hell
Gramps and Wexley, featuring I
Posted by Spatula Presiding in Gramps and Wexley, Writing on June 15, 2011
Wexley smiled tiredly.
“We’ve been expecting you for some time.” He said, gently, as Dean stirred. It took the large man’s eyes a few moments to focus as he sat up; the first thing he noticed was the distinct absence of dimension or form. Beneath him was a featureless, textureless white that extended as far as the eye could see in all directions. It gave Dean the uncomfortable sense that he was floating. “Where am I?” he asked, his eyes moving to Wexley.
Something familiar about him.
Wexley did not answer immediately; Dean examined the older man’s face, criss-crossed with deep wrinkles, his skin marked here and there with liver spots. A shock of thick, stiff white hair swept back from a receding hairline. The old man smiled again, a little warmth creeping in. “This is where we all end up,” he explained at length. “All around us, the dead sleep.” Dean moved his lips to point out the clear absence of any dead people, but suddenly, as though they had always been there, he saw endless miles of naked bodies, carefully laid several feet apart from each other. Dean started.
Calm.
The presence spoke from all around, and whispered in their ears.
For you, I have designed a special purpose. It is almost time.
“What purpose? For who? Time for what?” Dean blurted, almost involuntarily. “What the fuck was that?” Wexley just smiled again, this time with a little sadness. “We have some distance to travel; we should depart soon.” He said, gently. Dean felt his body begin to rise, though he wasn’t entirely certain it was by his own will. For a few seconds, he tried to think of more questions, tried to pull together some memory of the past few days. Eventually he gave up. “But which way do we go? Everything looks the same.”
Wexley chuckled quietly, and lifted his palm towards a path through the bodies that Dean was sure had not been there before. “The way is clear to me.” That strange smile softened a little. Without another word, the old man rose from the invisible, intangible seat he had occupied, and began to walk slowly out of the clearing. Dean moved to catch up, walking wordlessly astride his new companion. After a few steps he glanced back, and found that the clearing and path had disappeared behind them. He stared for a moment, his eyes fixed on a body a few steps away, back the way they’d come. He opened his mouth and released a pathetic cry.
“I know this man,” he whispered, staring into Wexley’s dead eyes. He turned to face his companion, and came to a sudden realization. “It’s you.”
I am all of them.
Dean’s guide smiled again, as though he’d spoken the words himself. As the large man turned his gaze back to the field of corpses, he saw Wexleys at every age, in every conceivable state of mutilation; some were dismembered, some disfigured. A few were fairly pristine. Skeletons and bones littered the field amidst more intact bodies, some fresh and white, some fire-blackened, and others splintered, cracked and smashed. “What the fuck is this all about? Who are you people?”
“I was the first one, and now I am the last one. The others have been relieved; my service is coming to an end.” Wexley explained, unhelpfully. “We must collect another, and tend to my final duties.”
“What duties? To that crazy old man?” Wexley smirked and shook his head. “You will understand in time.”
“Did he kill all of these people?” Dean asked. “All of this… person?”
“Many of them,” Wexley replied thoughtfully. “Certainly thousands. Perhaps hundreds of thousands. I have not been here to observe him for many, many years.”
“How could a man possibly kill that many people in one lifetime?”
“He is not a man.” Replied Wexley, gravely.
“Then what is he?”
“He simply is. He has always been – or at least, he has always been here.” On hearing these words, Dean felt a chill run up his spine, and glanced behind him once more; the path continued to recede. He wasn’t entirely certain, but Dean thought that the bodies were becoming more consistently gruesome. He turned his gaze forward again, and noticed what appeared to be a vast expanse of light brown something in the distance. Enormous mounds of the same substance were piled high on the horizon, though Dean couldn’t guage just how high. The bodies were already beginning to thin out in front of them.
“What is that?” Dean asked. Wexley coughed and cleared his throat. “Ash.”
Some indeterminate time later, they trudged through that ankle-deep ash, a strange, warm wind blowing waves of brown from the tops of ash mountains. The air carried a slight metallic scent disturbingly similar to the smell of blood; it was far more pleasant than the pervasive and inescapable stench of burnt flesh. Dean covered his mouth, trying not to get a taste of the pungent grit. “How did these ones die?” He shouted, unneccesarily; the wind was silent. “In a variety of manners, I suspect.” Wexley replied, pensively. “The old man was briefly fascinated by nuclear technology. Perhaps we were part of some forgotten experiment.”
Dean glanced behind them once again, and remarked that the ash desert was now the only thing visible in every direction. As he turned back, he saw something new, far ahead: Huge, dark, inhuman figures lay motionless in the ash, resuming the path that Dean was certain they had lost some time ago. “What the hell are those?”
Wexley paused before answering, for the first time since Dean’s arrival. “I was the first, the original. When Gramps felt the need, I was frozen for preservation and used as a genetic template. I know that for some time he reproduced me for a variety of purposes, but I have not seen anything like this yet…”
Dean nearly interrupted with more questions, but bit his tongue. “Perhaps these are some of his later experiments.” Wexley shrugged as he finished his sentence, and continued walking towards the figures, now not quite as distant as they had seemed.
“This place is a real trip.” said Dean aloud.
That was the idea.
Gramps and Wexley, Apocrypha: Dilemma
Posted by Spatula Presiding in Gramps and Wexley, Writing on May 24, 2011
‘”How did his science fair thing go?” Dean asked, smiling tightly. The woman sitting across from him could have been a model; she drew air through an inelegant black tube, and, pursing her lips, exhaled a colourless, odourless blend of gases.
“Fine,” she said tersely. “He didn’t win or anything, but he made a cool little thing that makes some lightbulbs go on.” An awkward series of moments passed in silence; Dean absently tried to count them before obsessively second-guessing his estimate of the length of a moment. The woman puffed almost unconsciously on her tube. “So? Daycare money?” she huffed impatiently after a while. “I have shit to do.” Dean winced visibly; he glanced around, searching for familiar faces, sighed, and reached for his back pocket. He fumbled purposely with his wallet, stalling.
“Jessica’s getting more comfortable with that whole deal?” Dean asked, almost too quietly to be heard over the chatter of voices and fountains and grilltops in the food court; his voice flat and resigned, as though he didn’t really care to be heard. The woman made a distracted, vaguely affirmative sound as she twisted slightly to catch a glimpse of a trim man in Armani. Dean nearly said some very immature things, clenching his toes so hard that his feet cramped. He snapped a cheque out of his wallet – one he’d been fingering nearly a full forty seconds - and shoved it forward with a little less anger than he felt.
“Look, great having lunch with you, but I have shit to do. Tell the kids I love them.” He blurted abruptly as she snatched the slip of paper. “Tell them I’ll see them this weekend.” He stood, grabbing the small styrofoam box containing six grains of rice and a small, mangled flower of cheap wasabi. He punched it viciously into a nearby disposal bin, hurrying through the lane of mediocre ‘ethnic’ food. The stench of such delicacies, mingling with the aroma of a crude mockery of South American cuisine, nearly pushed him into a rage.
It reminds me of an easier time. The things we used to do. The way we didn’t really know anything about each other.
It reminds me that things used to be good.
It was all a waste. A complete waste. Six years. Six fucking years, and I even quit smoking and it’s never enough for her.
I never even wanted the fucking kids.
Suddenly, Dean felt calm, and a little ashamed. He slowed his pace, turned another featureless corner, and realized with mild shock that he was already back at the store. He pursed his lips as if to whistle, but failed and tried to pass it off as an unusual facial expression. Nobody else was watching; nobody else was present. Had this occurred to Dean, he might have felt that he wasn’t quite present either. He knocked on the door, a little aggressively, and a chubby girl with cat-eye glasses stopped reading and rose laboriously from an enormous cushion in the display case.
She ambled around to the door, slid away the flimsy metal security gate and unlocked six latches before returning quietly to her post as Dean turned the knob and shuffled inside. “How was that?” she asked, not sounding altogether interested.
“Fine. She’s a bitch.” he growled, stalking past her and towards the back door. “I’ll be in the back smoking.”
The girl smiled a little sadly and almost made a clever comment about the bottle of Ballantine’s she could hear cracking open in his hands as he kicked at the door’s security bar. As she heard the door slam closed, she immediately burst into tears and ran out of the shop.
Dean regained consciousness, and instantly remembered what had transpired since his last nap. He relived the first gunshot, and then the second, the third… he felt the warmth of the bullets as he frantically dug them out of the boy’s flesh. He stared at the circle of rope hanging in the middle of his bare cell, and suddenly the moment felt very real as the memories melted away. He walked towards the rope.
They’ve left me in a self-hanging cell. I’m never getting out. I won’t even get a lawyer. They set me up.
I can’t go back to the labour camp. I can’t… the kids.
I can’t see them this weekend. I fucked up. I really fucked up. It’s their fault. Fuck.
I can’t do this. I can’t handle this.
I can’t
Lonny the Conman
Posted by Spatula Presiding in Poetry on May 18, 2011
Lonny was a conman
Who enjoyed watching Conan
This poem is really going downhill
What rhymes with orange
One show says it’s door hinge
What the fuck is that crackhead on anyway
Buttholes come
Buttholes go
Buttholes come and go. There. I said it.
Isn’t it incredible lonnywhatbuttholes?
A Tale of Buttplugs
Posted by Spatula Presiding in Poetry on May 18, 2011
O’ Holy Night
I got in a fight
With my dearest old aunt
Jemima tonight.
She yelled
She screamed
I cussed her ass good
But in the end
I got a lickin’, good.
Also something else that is good.
Well try as I might,
I put up a fight (again)
But old Jem would not have it
… any other way (?)
By the end of that eve
Filled with lube, as well as sleaze
My rectum was filled
To the brim with good will
Till I had a bad case
Of the Red Christmas Rears
So I wrote me a poem
Don’t say I don’t know’em
Cause some folks just don’t understand
Though the tale lacks in meter
All that it lacks in rhyme
And still…
O’l Jemmy was kind,
To open my mind,
To the pleasures of vicious anal rape via fisting and similar activites, as outlined in the Merriam-Webster definition of ‘kink’.
Thank you, thank you.
Shadow Bacon
Posted by Spatula Presiding in Epiphanies and Rants, Food on May 18, 2011
Okay. So I recently bought a pack of bacon – this a thing that really happened, gents – and at 2.61 it was the cheapest pack around. This is at Superstore. Anyway.
I go to pick up the bacon. ‘Shadow Bacon’, a sparse collection of strips of what appear to be the flesh of a pig. I don’t really know. The name alone almost stopped me. I mean…
What if there are ninjas in this fucking bacon?
What if, upon opening the package, the darkness of our alternate universe floods in and annihilates the reality we all know and love?
But on the other hand, I needed some bacon. I thought about it for about forty five minutes, eating Cheetos and Iced Tea mix out of the bulk sampling bins… they are sample bins, right? I saw some kids eating all the hot chocolate out of the hot chocolate container, had their fucking heads right in there, so I assumed it was just for sampling. Which sucks, cause I wanted some fucking hot chocolate.
Anyway. I needed some bacon, so I grabbed the pack after a while. I don’t remember what else I got. I found a seven pound yam. This thing was the size of a baby, seriously. I don’t think I bought it. I did get some pears, which gave me food poisoning somehow.
I got this bacon home. And you know what I did with it? I left it on the floor of the kitchen, like any responsible husband, and went to my booty call’s house for a harsh rogering and some sweet bondage play. That lasted for about three and a half weeks, the majority of the time I don’t think that bitch was even in the room. I got pretty hungry, so I ate the scarves she tied me up with. Later found out that two of them were made by her great-great grandmother. My bad.
So I go home. And this bacon is sitting there, covered in pill bugs. They’re curling up and dying cause the shit is so rancid. I figure, at this point, the bacon must be totally saturated with Shadowiness or ninjas or whatever, so I stuck it in the freezer ever so carefully – so as not to pierce the packaging – and that’s how I saved the world from a vicious baconian assault.
Excerpt from …‘The awakening’ A Princess Of Darkness saga..
Excerpt from …‘The awakening’ A Princess Of Darkness saga..
(An underground secret society exists beneath the city of London, running parallel to the city that never sleeps..)
She walked into the room and was aghast by what she saw. With her hawk-like eyes, she scanned the crowd & found her exit. Averting her gaze from the naked limbs and body parts, was easier said than done as she quickly moved through the big hall. Never had she seen the likes of this before. To be honest, she leaned more towards being a prude. Carnal pleasure between two people bound together was a beautiful thing, but this was just obscene! More than that, it was shocking her to her bones.
She tried to estimate how many people were in the room & if they would be a threat to her. Trying not to make eye contact with anybody she moved with a fluid grace that shocked her, considering how appalled she was by what she was witnessing. The large hall was dominated by mostly men. Swety horny men. If she was to guess, she would have said that there was a definite military order to their behavour. Looking closer at the woman, they didn’t seem to be very aware of what the men were doing to them. Her senses going into high alert mode, if she had to hazard a guess she would say it was five men to every two women. Watching them with a close eye, she couldn’t quite place why their behavior seemed to be familiar. Where they drunk or drugged? Watching intently she couldn’t decide.
As she finally reached the person she sought, a hand reached around her waist & pulled her against a rock hard chest and that wasn’t all that was rock hard, as said hand settled on her breast. Not content with just the feel of her supple mounds through her shirt, the owner of the hand, slipped his fingers through the gap & under the thin silky material. His fingertips caressed her gently, but seeking her nipple with a well-rehearsed ease. As he roamed her body, she felt him growing against her hip and could tell that he wasn’t a small man.
She knew she should resist or at the very least see who the hand belonged to, but was terrified to give her position away. The other women would have reacted in a similar way, as they all appeared to Basque in the glory of their passion. In all honesty she was enjoying the anonomity of the situation. Nobody would know her true identy. Ever. Today she would become the best actress that this society had ever paid homage to. For she had a role to act and by the gods she would deserve an oscar and a medal for her valiant efforts by the time this adonis had finished with her.
She had to admit though, that whomever he was, that was pleasuring her, knew what he was doing & performed very well. Closing her ever searching eyes, she went with the flow, as she took comfort from an intimate touch that she hadn’t felt in quite some time. He had a skilled touch that was making her burn for him right down deep inside her core. If the talented stranger kept it up, she would be completely at his mercy, like putty in his hands.
He pulled out a piece of cloth from his pocket with his free hand. Slowly and reluctantly he pulled his hand away from fondling her breast as he secured the blindfold. He couldn’t wait to taste her breasts and feast upon her sensitive nipples that puckered to his caress. She would be very responsive to his touch, he was sure of that, as she wriggled closer to him. Grinding her sweet, firm ass against his crotch. All the time his only thought of the thin material that seperated them, as he dry humped her.
He knew that the stranger wasn’t one of his regular girls, but if she was prepared to play along with this charade, so be it, so was he…
To be continued..
Random writing…
This isn’t actually part of any stories I’ve written yet..(Although does contain main character from ‘The Awakening’)
I may well squeeze it in somewhere.. but for now i’ll share with you guys…
As she walked into the busy room, she scanned frantically for a familiar face. Anybody who might be able to help her to relax, just a little bit, that’s all she needed to get through this. She was so tightly wound she felt like she would spin out of control. Concentration was her only ally, her friends appeared to have left some time before. So she did the only thing she could, looked at the place cards & found her seat, just in time, as the ceremony began.
“Can we all put our hands together for an extremely talented young lady.. A lady whom we are very lucky to have working with us..Miss Ana Alucard..”
A round of applause enveloped the large room, where mostly employees of the media company she worked for, sat at well dressed circular tables. This was the boring annual presentation of all the good work recognised by the selected four judges. She sat with a table full of people that she didn’t know. The man sitting next to me, she recognised from the fourth floor. He sat so nonchalantly and appeared without a care. The usual rubbish was churned out by the speakers. The man sat next to her and passed her a note. As she opened it, she realised that he was inviting her up to his office. The stranger whom she didnt even have a name for, put his hand under the table, sliding it up her inner thigh. Today she wore a skirt suit & stockings. Realising she had the slinkiest of panties on, he allowed his fingers to brush against the dainty little triangle of crisp hairs that separated her from the flesh he seeked. His fingers slid with an accuracy that would rival no other. Her body convulsed as he ran a finger from her clit to deep inside of her. She was so wet for him, she was sure she would come straight away. He explored her & smiled as the hot sticky juices from her wet pussy coated his fingers. Dipping them deep inside her & flicking them as he located her G-spot, he longed to taste her. Pulling them out & tasting his fingers, she had become his slave..She was so willing & able, she wasted no time in reaching under the table to undo his zip, the sight of him licking the taste of her off of the finger, he had just used to pleasure her was more than she could handle.. She put her hand inside of his jeans & appreciated the thickness of this man. She couldnt wait to get him in her mouth..To taste his salty goodness, to lick his tip, all the way to his base. She loved nothing more than a hard stiff cock in her mouth. Other than being pleasured at the same time that is! She leaned in & whispered her desires, then got up to leave the room. Getting up from the table, she discreetly inched her skirt back down.
Knocking on his office door, she didnt wait for a response. Impatiently she opened the heavy oak door & strolled upto his desk where he sat. She didnt say a word, as he took in her slender form & long legs. Her curves in all the right places, her hair bounced around her shoulders as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a red lace bra.. Unbuttoning her skirt, she let it drop to the floor, before stepping out of the blue satin material.. Leaving only her bra & matching lace thong, she stepped out of one of her black stiletto heals, only for the stranger to holt her..requesting that she leave the shoes & underwear on.
He circled around her & cupped her breast as he pulled her against his swollen groin.. Wanting a release above all else, but he wouldnt be selfish, not yet anyway.
He bent her over the desk & pulled apart the material covering her modesty, with a Sharpe pull. Aghast that he had just ruined her favourite matching set, she was about to tell him of her displeasure, when he dropped to his knees, pushing her over to a 45degree angle. Pushing apart the folds & spreading herself for him, she seductively looked at him over her shoulder, as she revealed herself for his viewing pleasure..
He wasnt sure who this woman was, just that she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen & he would enjoy making her beg for mercy, by the time he was finished with her. His tongue danced across her clit with such awe inspiring technique, whilst his fingers delved deep inside, she tasted of apples & woman. She begged for more as his fingers & tongue worked their magic on her. Screaming out for mercy, she pulsated & wriggled as he rung every last tremor from her orgasm, before he rose to his feet.
Pulling gently on her hair, to lift her head back to him, his other hand found her hips. as she stepped back & slid herself onto his already hard and willing cock.. He gasped at how easily she slid onto him, a perfect fit.. Her hot & moist she was ready to be claimed. She pounded herself against him, as he allowed her to set the pace.. This beauty matching his own thrusts with more passion than he had ever known. He soon found his piece of euphoria, as he pulled out of her and released over her ass and spine.. Completely spent he fell back into his chair and watched the beautiful temptress that had just taken him to pleasures beyond anything he had ever experienced before..
Without saying a word, she dressed herself in just as an exotic and alluring way as she had shed them. Reaching into her purse, she removed her lipstick. Sauntered up to the wall of windows that exposed his office to the outside world & used the reflection to reapply her smudged red lipstick. As she made her way to the door, he asked her if he could see her again? Still not answering a word, she simply turned, dropped to her knees before him..
Turning hard again as he anticipated those magical full lips coating his cock with her smooth mouth, just like she had described in the presentation, she removed her lipstick & wrote her cell phone number, Winked, Then, suggested he write the number before he lost his erection, then he would never have another chance at such a meeting again.. Her body oozed her sexual presence as she promised more nights such as this…
Excerpt from; ‘The Awakening’..by Alana Rymer
Hello Peeps.. This is just a little taster from my soon to be published story.. Its an Paranormal Erotic Fantasy saga.. This is from book 1 – The Awakening… Hope you like.. (“,) ..there’s more to come..(Pardon the pun) This is only the first draft..so please feel free to give me feedback..i’m trying hard ‘not’ to go for ‘mills & boon’ style sex scenes, but more Sherrilyn Kenyon, if I had to choose a likeness..
Alexander traced his kisses along her jaw until he reached the nape of her neck. Flicking his tongue over her sensitive skin, he felt himself grow from her reaction. A passion & hunger that he hadn’t realised had awakened with this naked minx in his arms. Encouraged by her moans, he took her breast into his mouth and flicked the nipple with his tongue. He loved the taste of this woman. Gently massaging her other taught, pink nipple with his thumb & forth-finger, he teased & circled her now very erect nipples, with the tip of his tongue.
Her flesh so silky smooth, felt good beneath him. Alexander tried to suckle on her fingers, but Ana (pronounced ‘Arna’) simply smirked at him & shook her head no! She traced his muscles with said finger.. along his pecs and mirrored what he had done to her nipples. Arching her back, she drew him into her by pulling him down with her legs. Scraping her fangs across his skin, she licked danced her tongue along his sculptured chest, muscles built from centuries of battles & training.
Ana rolled them over, so that she was on top now. Alexander groaned as he left her moist heat. Ana revelled in torturing him, as she ran her tongue down his abdomen all the way down to his inner thigh.. She was a woman who knew what she wanted & by the gods he was laying naked before her & she intended to take her pleasure.. Not in the mood for toying with him, she dipped her head & flicked her tongue over the salty tip. Looking up at him as she did it, she ran her tongue all the way to the base of his shaft & back up, to take him, fully in her mouth.
Alexander felt like he was in heaven, at the hands of this temptress touch. Ana had always known his needs & likes. She never seized to amaze him with her technique. She gently cupped his balls, than ran her tongue back down to the base, taking his balls into her mouth, she gently licked & teased the most sensitive part of his body, a body she intended to devour.
It was all he could do not to come, but he wouldn’t leave her not pleasured and fulfilled also. Moving her to the side, he moved his body so that he could gently move the folds of flesh apart with his fingers. She groaned in anticipation of what he was going to do.. Dipping one finger deep inside her, he was amazed by how wet & ready for him, she was..
Ana continued to tease him & loved the way his hard pulsating cock, involuntarily flicked her, according to her touch..
Alexander’s breath caught in his throat, he couldn’t believe the ecstasy that such a simple touch could bring. Incredibly turned on she gasped as he took her into his mouth. He sucked on her clit whilst he inserted two fingers deep inside. His tongue flicked across the little silver hoop, that she had piercing the hood. The small ball rubbing against her, every time he moved his mouth. She could feel him reaching for her G-spot as he circled & sucked, bringing her to the edge of her release at the same time as him. They booth peeked & spasmed, both continuing until every last flicker of the orgasm they had shared was gone..
Nothing gave her more pleasure than sharing an orgasm with her lover..
A knock on the door, pulled them from their reprieve. A young woman no older than twenty, walked shyly into the bedroom. Alexander made no move to cover his naked & spent body as he watched her every move.
Ana moved to curl herself around his side as she came back down from the high of her orgasm. Her very being tingled from the taste of the divine euphoria she had just sampled.
The young woman looked at her lord, with lustful eyes, until she saw the woman draped across his fine body. Alexander had never taken any woman to his bed but the whore who lay beside him. It was no secret that she had fucked his brother, yet he still lay with her.
No woman had even come remotely close to him, apart from her. If Ana hadn’t have come back, she would be the woman there now riding him, not this bitch.
Alice allowed her mind to take her back to that very night…
Alice had been bathing in the towns hot spa about a month ago. It had been very dark in there. Aware that no body else would likely be there. She arrived late, as she knew Alexander often frequented the place after midnight. It was common knowledge known by all the woman of their community, of whom he was a total enigma.
She had pretended that she had not seen him under the water watching her as she took her clothes off, very slowly.. Peeling them off her supple curves, the silk of her blouse sliding across her pert breasts revealing erect nipples. She appeared to be getting aroused by her undressing.. Her movement in the water had broken his trance and he broke through the surface. Looming over her, tall & muscular in comparison to her petite curvy frame. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eon. She smiled seductively & to her amazement he returned her gesture. She stepped closer, her nipples grazing his chest ever so slightly, they hardly touched, yet the electricity that radiated off of them was the stuff of legends.. Alexander stood so still, that it took her a moment to realise he was completely naked in the pool as well. She gasped with anticipated pleasure as she reached & cupped him with her slender fingers..
To her utter disappointment he stepped back out of her reach.
“So your more a voyeur, then Alex? You like to watch? Lets see what I can do..”
Alice stepped back towards the edge of the pool, looking Alex in the eye the whole time. Not breaking her stride she hitched herself up onto the side of the pool. Still facing him, she stretched out one leg & then the other. Shadows fell over them both, but she had no fear that Alexander had a very good view, from where he was standing, of her exquisitely beautiful & naked, supple body.
Heat grew inside her & she grew wet at the thought of them both being naked together, but not touching.. She opened her legs & bent her knees, leaning back on her elbows. She began to stroke a line from her knee, down to her inner thigh with one finger. With the other hand she suckled on her forth finger in a phallic motion.
Her fingers danced across her skin in a seductive & teasing manor.. And yet she still didn’t break eye contact, licking her lips & the same finger, she rubbed the part of her that needed release. Wet from her saliva, she flicked the mound before plummeting two fingers deep inside herself. Crying out, from how good her own touch felt, she hoped that she encouraged & aroused him, as much as he did her?
She wanted his hard cock deep inside her & she wanted to fuck him until neither of them could walk from it.. But, for now she would be content with fucking her self with her fingers. She rode her fingers imagining his touch. Alice ran her fingers covered with her hot & sticky juices over her clit, then dipped her fingers back, deep inside, then back to circle her clit. Repeating this a few times, she slowly brought on her release. Her orgasm gripped her & made her body convulse from the pleasure.
Her heart pounding in her chest, as her full breasts bounced & wobbled to her movements..She realised that Alexander had been touching himself. They were so close now, unknowingly he had been inching closer during her masturbation. She was so sure that he wouldn’t be able to resist her now, that she reached out & guided his fingers to where she wanted him most.
She slid, his middle finger, which was so much larger than her own, over her wet clit making her shudder.
He enjoyed the show, that this temptress had put on for him. It was different from any other experience he had ever had. Pushing his finger inside her, he suddenly wanted to taste her creamy wetness. He could almost taste how magnificent she was going to be. He was so hard, it was starting to hurt. It had been far to long since he had fucked such an exquisite piece of ass.. Adding two more fingers he immediately located her G-spot..enjoying the mixed look of pain & pleasure as he stretched her, in preparation for his long, thick cock. He was going to really enjoy her..
She rode his fingers as if it was his cock. How she had waited to long for this man. She wanted to explore every inch of him with her newly pierced tongue, but feared to take the lead in case he left her.. Alice’s body exploded into spasm for the second time, as her orgasm enveloped her..
He savoured the touch of her satin soft pussy. She was already wet when he first touched her, sending him wild. He intended to fuck her hard & fast, until they both screamed from their pleasure. The creamy wetness from her orgasm, coated in fingers & he couldn’t resist taking a sample before he pulled her legs up, angling her so that she was open & exposed to him. He wanted her with a need he had never known. Dipping his mouth, he let his tongue delve deep inside her, flicking & teasing. Savouring every part of her, he licked her juices away, replacing them with his spit. Wanting his own release, he turned her over on to all fours, so that he could hold her hips, as he slid his swollen cock into her very willing pussy, sending shivers all over them both. Just as she was sure that they would both come, he pulled out of her & retreated into the water.
Leaving her frustrated & on the brink of orgasm at the pools edge, he swam back to where he had left his towel. Simply without looking back, he walked out of the room & that had been the last time she had spoken to him, until now.