Deactive

Taking a drag of my cigarette, I cross my legs as I sit on the couch naked. Waiting for you, I glare out of the window thinking, breathing calmly, contently. You walk slowly to the couch, eyeing me, wearing a full suit with a tie. "Detective Danovan, how is that case you finally figured out," I look over towards you with a smirk across my lips.
You stood in front of the couch looking down at me. "I finally got the killer, why?" You ask looking confused but keeping a composure.
I smile, taking another drag. "Are you sure you have the right person?" I take another drag, ashing into the glass tray. Watching the ash, you begin to get angry, "why wouldn't I be?!" You step closer, making me chuckle lightly.
"The plot was too briliant, you know something is off. The writter of that was way too far ahead." Before I could ash you stood over me, " the case is closed, no more of this shit." Rolling my eyes I stand up, putting out the cig in the glass dish already covered in ash. I make my way to the bathroom, pulling on a sheer silk robe. Walking into my bedroom, you stand at the door with your hands in your pocket, your jacket is laying across my chair. Looking at my dresser, you poke around at my many makeups and perfume bottles.
As I pull back my bed sheets, I tighten my robe tie and climb onto my high set queen sized bed. Sitting up against pillows, I watch you stand at the foot of my be as I put on my glasses and begin to read. "Cole, whats wrong?" I get out of bed and make my way to you as you begin to visibly get upset, your job taking a toll on you, "fuck". I lay you down on the bed kissing you, trying to take off the suit that was beginning to constrict you. Unbuttoning your shirt, you finally kiss back as I pull off your shoes and socks, starting on your pants. You pull me up to strattle you, as I continue kissing your chest and lips trying to comfort you. Making my way lower I slide off the bed kissing down to your already loosened belt.
As I slide your pants off, I continue kissing you everywhere. Scratching your chest I reach into your pants pulling out your hard cock. Admiring your size, I look up at you, to see you looking down at me, moaning and your hand touches my face. Pulling you into my mouth I hear you moan audibly, sliding your hands into my hair. The more my tounge moves around, the harder you became. I scratch at your chest lightly, making eye contact and keepibg it as I take more of you into my mouth. Lifting yourself onto your elbows, you watch as I quicken my pace as you begin thrusting into my throat. Panting lightly, you throw your head back and look down to continue watching. You lift my head, stopping me and lightly pushing me back to slide off the bed. My robe is in the way, so you untie it and let it fall to the floor, allowing you to look over my body. Leaning down, you kiss me then take a hold of my neck getting behind me and massaging my boob with the other hand. Bending me over, I put my hand on the bed as you take your hands and guide your cock to my clit. Slowly sliding it back and forth allowing yourself to feel the wetness youve created against my lips. I look behind me to watch your face as you tease me, seeing a stern, and still quite upset face.
I begin moaning as you continue massaging my clit and pushing only the tip into me then pulling out. As ready as I think I am for you, I immediately find myself pleasured and unable to take it. I try to push back onto you, but you dont allow me. You push me into the bed slapping my left ass cheek and holding down my neck into the bed. Reaching back, I try to grab some part of you to pull you deep, but my arms cant reach. I begin to whimper and beg but you cover my mouth and slap my ass again, going back to massaging my clit. "Your perfect little pussy gets so wet for me," you slowly slide in to me until your very end. I moan loud, arching my back taking all of it. Pulling out slowly, you slap my ass as one of your fingers makes its way past my lips and I begin to suck on it, wishing it was the hard cock you were teasing me with. Grabbing my arms, you slowly thrust in releasing a grunt, making me cry out even louder.
Reaching up you grab my neck pulling me backwards into you as my hands stayed on the bed grabbing the sheets for dear life. You gradually speed up, and by the time youre pounding into me I begin to cum squirting onto your hard cock. I bury my face in the bed, not wanting the sound to carry. You still never slow, causing my back to arch and my legs start to give out. With each thrust I can feel the tears build up in my eyes, making every moan louder than than the last. When you finally slow down, thrusting hard and deep, I have already came again, and feel the bext coming closer. You stop, deep inside me and lay on top of me, your hands grabbing at my hands, collecting them from grabbing at the sheets. Your heartbeat fast and hard and your breath on my neck as you slowly kiss across my back. Feeling your body come off of mine, your arms wrap around me picking my up gently and laying me on the bed, with my head on a pillow. Feeling your hardness slide out of my wetness made me shiver. Opening my eyes, you were staring, with one hand making its was down my stomach and back up slowly. You close you eyes leaving your hand on my hip, " i need to cum deep in you."
Before I could say anything, your body was hovering over me, and your lips take mine lifting my leg onto your shoulder, leaving the other bent next to you. Again you start slowly, deep and quick but pulling out slowly. Immediately my body responds back, and you take it in. You bend to kiss me, making hickies before standing back up. Reaching up to touch you, your hands grab my wrists pinning them to the bed. Speeding up you shorten the strides, eventually using only the tip, teasing me. Playing with my nipples, I feel your hands letting go of my wrists. As you slide deeper into my pussy, you hold my waist, using it to pull yourself deeper into me.
I hear you moan, then grunt as you start pounding faster with each deep intake of breath you make. Watching the pressure build across your face, my body releases again, sending cum dripping out of me as you never slow. Shivering as you release inside me, I feel it slowly seeping out as you feel my pussy slowly relax from my release. Pulling out, you move down to lay your head on my chest, allowing my arms to move up to your shoulders. Making sure your eyes are closed I move my arm off and reach under my pillow to feel for my knife, which surely wasnt there.

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The bar

Margret was having a bad night. Dressed to the nines, she found herself at the Wolf Pack throwing back Scotch after having an extremely hard day denying disabled men, women , and children their SSI and Social Security Disability payments. She had even denied some old widow women their widows survivors and maintenance payments . Margret is a very attractive and elegant red head in her mid twenties . She stands 5'9" and weighs in at a shapely 120lbs. But, to the poor , the disabled, and the needy Margret Leonard is a bitch.
Lynette was working tables that night and the tips were coming pretty slow. She knew it'd be hard for her to make rent and pay tuition if it kept up like this. Lynette is a characteristic blonde girl next door. She was a weight lifting champ in High School but since getting in to college she has not had as much time to work out. Lynette is taller than Margret at 5'11" and weighs about 145lbs. Her work costume of a skirt and apron were clean this evening as there had not been much to do all night.
As the night wore on, Margret was really knocking back the scotch. As the drinks went down, so did her manners. She started to get intolerant with the staff and become belligerent with other customers. Margret was accusing every woman she saw of being a whore , a bitch, the whore, or the bitch who was banging her boyfriend JP. The bartender, James , told her she had enough and this just made her worse. Margret told him to "bite her left nut. " James then ordered her to leave. Margret flatly refused. " Make me if you think you're man enough . I can buy and sell scum like you all day long and still not empty my change .
Lynette came out of the back and told the bartender she would handle it. She turned to Margret and said, "You really have to go. You have had enough". Margret sneered, "why don't you make me you man stealing whore ". With that Lynette grabbed her arm to pull her off the bar stool. But Margret slugged her with her free hand and sent Lynette reeling back.
" Ambidextrous Dyke" Lynn shouted, "so that's how you want it!". She charged at Margret who was now standing. But Margret was ready and as Lynette closed in, Margret side stepped allowing her fling past. Lynn went plummeting to the floor landing on her stomach. Even though Margret was drunk, she did not loose her adroitness, or her skill.
Lynette got back up and the two women tied up again . They began punching , kicking and slapping each other. Margret did get in a surprise sucker punch to Lynn's gut and then charged Lynette brining her to the floor. They rolled over a few times hair pulling , bitch slapping and biting each other before Margret managed to get seated astride Lynette's stomach. Lynette couldn't believe she was being pinned to the ground by this older and smaller lady. Lynn knew she had to keep her hands free and swung at Margret to keep her from getting too comfortable. Once she seemed to focus her attention on grabbing her wrists, Lynette planted her feet on the floor and strongly bucked upwards. This was enough to remove the woman from on top of her.
Lynette jumped up and when Margret started to climb to her feet, Lynette was ready with a kick to her midsection. This caused Margret to fall backwards. Lynette lunged at her and they rolled over and over each other. This time, Lynette got Margret in a leg lock and squeezed with all of her might. Her legs are quite strong.
Margret was struggling for all she was worth as she tried to twist and wrench Lynette's strong legs from encasing her. But the younger ladies' thighs were just too powerful. Lynette maneuvered Margret onto her back and sat down hard the smaller lady's stomach. Margret let out an "oomph" as she did. She was running out of steam as Lynette grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the floor. Margret tried to buck off the heavier lady but couldn't get the energy to remove Lynette from sitting on her belly, nor could she get her arms free.
When she stropped struggling, Lynette pinned Margret's shoulders with her knees and looked down at Margret's face as she asked, "so who is the bitch now"? Margret looked up and sneered, "get off me you bitch" which just made Lynette laugh at her. Lynette reached over the table right next to her and grabbed a half full pitcher and a bottle of beer. She l told Margret "you really need to cool off.. this is on the house" as she began to pour the beer over Margret's face and chest. Margret sputtered and yelled, "GET THE FUCK OFF ME" as the liquid soaked her face and hair.
Lynette continued sitting on her stomach and told Margret, "I won't get up until you apologize for acting like an ass". Lynette laughed and started slapping her back and forth and bouncing her ass on Margret's belly. Margret said, "OK! OK! You win. I am sorry you bitch". With that Lynette laughed and got up. Margret stood and looked at Lynette like she was going to resume. But she seemed to think better of it as she did not want to be pinned down for another beer shower. Margret grabbed her coat, gave Lynette the finger and walked out soaking wet and reeking of beer.
Lynette had no way of knowing soon she would be married to Margret's nephew . Hell, what a way to meet your in laws.

teachers love

I chewed at a fast pace slightly nervous anticipating his each move as he skipped through the files containing who knows what some science crap I don't give shit. He adjusted those nerdy glasses while opening another file. I looked at the clock above on the wall centre of the classroom. I'm supposed to be jugging few beers this instance instead of sitting here waiting for this damn fucking asshole to give me a lecture in bad behavior. I twisted my blond locks and let out a breath in annoyance seeing start with yet another stupid file. I popped a bubble which made him glimpse in my direction for second indicating the ´take out the gum´ routine face to me. I smirked in return and blew up another bubble that made an even louder popping sound. He was now officially annoyed well now you how I feel.
´´Miss Johnson would you please take out that gum´´ he commanded as if he could. Professor Michael Dawson or as I liked to call him Dorky Mikey, was my Scientist Professor. Of course I never learned a thing in his class as did most others. He six feet tall always wore turtle neck sweaters along with those extremely huge grandpa glasses. To top it off his voice was soft and could put you to sleep in five minutes. I always knew him to be a total bore but never guessed he could have been as irritating as I had found out today. In the evening in the middle of a disinteresting lesson about atoms me, Missy and Jill were throwing paper air planes across the room. If you want know to why, well, it's done every freaking day in his class nobody gives a fuck If he's in front of us trying teach or wearing a pink to too. We only pay attention to texting guys, combing our hair or fixing our makeup. But something must have crawled up his ass when he told me I will be staying behind after class was over for interrupting his speech. Big deal Greg, who was one the hottest jocks in college by the way, tossed a secret dirty note to me in a paper plane. Apparently I was disrespectful for leading a choir of giddy whispering and chuckling among three of us. Like anyone was even listening to the rubbish about different atoms, Missy once threw a fit in the middle in of his pop quiz when someone sent her a picture of her on and off boyfriend making out with another girl. That was one piece of drama I that made everyone burst into laughter when Missy started shouting and launching her books, things I had no idea occupied her authentic Gucci handbag, at Dean. Dorky Mikey had to douche one book. That's what you get for trying calm down a raging woman scorned. At least the short teen soap opera saved us twenty minutes before the bell rang.
´´Well, Miss Johnson´´ he ordered this time much firmer never in that tone before.
"And put it where Mikey?" I asked coyly. Up your damn ass is where I would like to shove it.
"That's Mr. Dawson to you young lady. How about on your forehead since I had to tell you twice" he retorted angrily. Jeez he actually looks serious enough not to mess with.
´´Or maybe I could just keep it here´´ I opened my mouth showing the bubble gum on my tongue before going back to the churlish chewing. ´´You simply let me leave now and then I'll just drop in a bin on my way out. Okay´´ I smiled defiantly.
He bent his head for a minute shaking it what appeared to be frustration due my disobedience. Man, could only imagine the fun I was missing. Greg parents were away and he was throwing a party at his house anybody who was anybody was invited. So only logically I was expected to be there after all Greg broke up with his plastic faced girlfriend last week. Fresh meat was on the Caroline Johnson market I had to have it. We have been exchanging signals all day and that note he wrote explicitly expressing his admiration for the mini jeans skirt I wore today was the tie breaker.
"You know I didn't tell to take this job Mikey" I looked to the ceiling blowing up another bobble. In a flash he rose and I didn't notice a pen he used to burst it almost stabbing my lip.
´´Remove it…´´ his voice was low yet sounded like a lion getting ready to tear his prey apart. I was stunned and intimidated by the fury that engulfed his almond eyes. I quickly tore a page out a notebook to put the gum no way it was going on my forehead though.
´´There's no reason to get so uptight it's just a stupid gum you know´´ I stated rebellious once again. But he kept staring me down in anger which made me flinch in my seat.
´´Just a stupid gum you say. I guess everything is just stupid you Caroline. The tardiness, ill mannered in my class and the constant grades I can't say are 'bad' because not even that describes them! ´´ He barked I guess letting out some hidden stress.
´´And I thought you couldn't be informal, so you do know someone's first name I feel honored´´ I lightly chuckled at his outburst then continued.
´´Before your veins in your head explode lets clarify things Mr. Dawson, first of all, apart from the pack of nerds sitting in the front row, everybody in your class should have those complaints on their files´´ I retorted blatantly.
´´Well then I suppose you can be so kind as to tell me why everyone of you imbeciles even bother to show up to my class since your brains wished to remain empty´´ he spat making my eyes widened. Imbeciles! Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? I thought becoming really pissed.
´´It's simple sir, if some of your students aren't rich kids that don't require any college education whatsoever because they have handsome trust funds, they're parents forced them into Science despite their disinterest in it´´ I snorted indicating I was one of those persons.
´´From what potential I see in you I can hardly imagine what possible career someone like you who doesn't apply herself in anyway thinks she can achieve´´ he raised an eyebrow.
´´I intend on becoming an actress´´ he smirked insultingly at me.
´´I should have known another dumb blond chasing the Hollywood fantasy.´´
I jumped up almost knocking my chair over this jackass was getting on my last nerves. How dare he I've been called many names before but not by a professor and wasn't about to take it from this one. I don't care if he would report me to the school board or try to me expelled he definitely didn't have his professional hat on at the moment did he? I grabbed my bag then stamped my way to the door barely containing my anger.
´´I didn't recall dismissing you young lady´´ I stopped at the door and reverted my face to him.
´´Fuck you! I don't have stay here and take your useless scolding. I bet you´re hating on me because I was one the hot chicks you didn't stand a chance with, you were just another front row loser huh. Dorkey Mikey!´´ I sneered turning to twist the doorknob screw this, a nice party and hook up with Greg was waiting for me. A strong hand suddenly slammed it shut as I felt heavy breathing against the side of my neck.
"Look at me" he said with each furious breathe.
´´I said look at me you little bitch! ´´ He barked causing my heart to jump I quickly turned around and to my utter shock I found a completely different man. I don't where his glasses had gone but his face was clear with pure fury. His cheekbones were squeezed tightly his eyes were dark instead of the usual almond brown. He looked like a serial killer who would reach for his weapon any second. Call me crazy but he actually seemed hot I felt a chill deep inside, my knees began to tremble at his cold gaze.
´´Sit down! ´´ He pointed to a desk I rushed frightened and hopped on top of the desk.
´´You're right you are the same as those girls from my college days. Always dumped their homework on my lap while you all went out with the quarterbacks never knew I existed´´ he spoke sternly obviously revisiting his past. I sat there silent as a mouse I flinched when he snatched my chin.
"What's this, for once your quirky mouth is mute. You know one day you won't have this cute little figure´´ his fingers brushed on my curves through my blouse. ´´Or these long smooth legs´´ he lifted my right ankle and ran his hand up to my knee then further till he reached edge of my skirt.
´´Pull it up´´ I don't why but I obeyed his outrageous command.
He then placed his hand inside my panty and violently dug his fingers into my clit. I cried out at the shot of pain that abruptly consumed me.
´´Shhh. Here´´ he hushed rubbing the walls of my clit firmly but carefully. I exhaled slowly while he combed through my blond hair with the other hand. He went on massaging my cunt until I felt moistures growing as I couldn't suppressed the urge to moan. He took hold of my chin again.
´´You're not a virgin, are you? ´´ I gave him sly smile and shook my head. He then held my neck in steadily forcing me to look at him. ´´Good to know even though you are very tight, when was the last time? ´´
´´A month ago´´ I moaned feeling his torturous fingers circling hitting the nerves I wasn't aware existed. None the guys I've slept with ever did foreplay didn't sure they even knew how to we would always get drunk first then do it.
´´Is that so don't lie to me.´´ he tighten his grip on my neck I wasn't suffocating but it was too firm for comfort. His eyes pierce through me his whole demeanor seemed to have a strange control over my body.
´´I swear it's the truth´´ he heard how sincere my answer sounded and released my neck but then started to pound his fingers in and out of my cunt rapidly. I was about scream out until his hand blocked my mouth. ´´I wonder how you taste, cum for me. Now´´ a few seconds of liquid building and I finally had my orgasm as my juices flowed. He pulled out instantly licking his fingers clean. I watched him amazed at what he just made do and the fact that he simulated everything. He fixed his gaze upon me and came closer filling the space between us he looked so seductive so godlike who the hell was he? Definitely not the same geeky teacher I had ignored for two years. Perhaps this was all a dream and any moment I would wake up. His soft lips connected with mine possessing with a strong kiss I felt my blouse being unbuttoned. Holy hell is he really going take here in the classroom? That's so fucking sexy! I chanted in my head he slipped into my bra and caressed my hardened nipples. He moaned in triumphant satisfactory at the condition he found them in showing how aroused I was.
´´Do you want me in here? ´´ he whispered sucking on my bottom lip.
My mind was sent flying through the window at the intensity of his erected pressed against my bare clit. My body was aching for the return of his touch desperately I couldn't deny it.
´´Yes. Please take me now.´´ I said the yearning in my voice evident.
´´Not yet baby, if you want me to you're going to have to be completely mine. I will have you no other way´´
´´Huh? ´´ I murmured confused by his words. He bent to suckle on my full breasts while pitching my nipples making me yelp closing my eyes at the sting of sensational pleasure he was giving me. He moved downwards to my stomach circling his tongue over my belly ring.
´´I don't want anybody else touching you ever I alone shall do so. Understand? ´´ I opened my eyes and looked down to where he was savoring each ounce of flesh. He suddenly gazed at me seeing the blank expression on my face.
´´What why? ´´ I asked breathless he stood straight running his through my hair he scrutinized me seriously. I remained there sitting with my top unbuttoned and my skirt rolled up exposing my wet clitoris and teased boobs.
´´You heard me I must be only one fucking you´´ he told me sternly with his hands in his pockets.
His dark, predatorily look was resurfaced but damn he was still so sexily alluring I wanted jump on the man's bones right here and now. How could he be making me react his way? It's as if he was a sorcerer casting a black magic spell upon me.
´´You don't own me Mr. Dawson no one does´´ I declared shooting him an equally stern look I hope it was as effective.
He yanked my hair backwards without any warning and brought his face to mine.
´´Not anymore you´ve run loose like a little slut for too long Caroline´´ I swallowed hard his intense stare that could make a wolf runaway in terror.
´´This glorious body is no longer a play field for those punks you always let score. It belongs to me now´´ he traced his index finger over my decorated navel. ´´Every delicious part of you Caroline I will make mine and when I fuck you, you will forget about every other guy who was there before me.´´ He took my mouth so hungrily I thought he was going to bite off my lips. He shoved his tongue deep in my throat keeping my face in place firmly in the palm of his hands. He broke the kiss leaving me dizzy with a burning need I didn't want to let go I wanted him to take me in his strong arms. I gasped as he backed away slowly looking as though he was trying to resist the temptation that was delectably displayed before him. Yes I am quite arrogant every young attractive girl should be.
´´Get yourself together and leave I have papers to grade tonight´´ he said plainly. The surprise and hurt those words cause made me almost want to bury my face in shame. I watched as he sat down around his desk and retrieve his glasses from somewhere in the bunch of papers spread out. My blood was pumping frantically the raging hormones and lust consumed me but I found the strength fix my clothes. I quickly took my bag, got on my feet and not waiting for me to look my way I scurried out the classroom.

just nothing but

I basically don't know what to do anymore. I can run away; I can put down everything behind me; but is it in truth the finest and equitable most thing to do. I heave a sigh out as I mull over and reflect as regards all this, to some slight modest bit of degree feeling a bit piece worn-out and pooped in. Damn it! It is not like things have to be all the time and inescapably be like this or do they? I plainly don't know. I am so baffled up and mad and gnashing my teeth and heart-rent and cast down and distraught with all this deep down the very base and footing of my heart. For sure! Dammit a second time! I don't know how I can actually assist and help this out.
His lips tap and graze and sweep over mine. Bit by bit but slickly good and finicky. I am in love with it, I am so stuck on it, and I relish it what's more; that is just this purely and nothing more. Stian! I love him like nothing else in this complete world. He is mine; and I am utterly lock, stock and barrel his as well. For a speck while, he pulls back from kissing me to gaze and gawk at me smoothly and quietly. The look and phrase in his eyes strokes and rouses and stirs me like nothing else. It is as sufficient and more than enough on its own as to prove to me just how much he loves and cares about me. I avow and give your word on it. Stian loves me bad and sincerely. Really!
"Ragnhild," he murmurs and whirrs out my name in that gracious and easygoing way that I cannot help but be fond of and helplessly and strongly fall for. His pitch has got a particular pleasurable and saccharine feeling to it that makes my skin prickle and itch and tickle with glee and delight. I almost laugh out, only affording to smile warmly and welcomingly. Stian's eyes beam and lighten up at this. He is rather fairly awed and impressed and lured by my behavior and manners. Screw him for it, I say.
"Yes, Stian," my voice is wan and in poor vigor and resonance as I say this. Arghhhhh! That at least sounds so much better than if I had aimed to be a bit noisy and shrill with him. Yes. It reverberates sweetly and beautifully to some minor point.
"I love you so much," he makes known to me, cool and meek faced. I only grin at him lightly and lovingly before he progresses on to stir closer towards me and carry on kissing and snogging and canoodling me. There is just a certain craze and infatuation to his kissing and snogging that I find to be a little bit what sugary but hard to clarify and explain. It is just there even though I cannot simply and straightforwardly explicate and put it in plain clear words. Certainly!
I inhale in for a momentary while before I consent to him taking full and overall sway of me. He tows and hauls me into his tender armrests and shoulders, doing everything so fast but yet so calmly and mildly at the same time. This is admirable; this is brilliant and dazzling indeed! I love and adore it so, so, so very much-don't you yourself? Never before have I felt more appreciated and prized, more secure and more confined and sheltered than right now. Nothing can hurt and harm me in Stian's adoring and tender arms and shielding shoulders.
His kisses are concentrated and strong and forceful with excitement and enthusiasm and keenness. I can feel it to the very heart and deep. It is addictive and neurotic on either hand to be frank and sincere with you. The way that he feels and handles and strokes my hair, and in addition to that move about his balanced, calm, and hassle-free hand down my back and behind-or hips in more perceptible words-it amazes and flabbergasts and overwhelms me. I grunt and whine out cheerfully and contentedly. Stian sounds contented and pleased and thrilled in the approach and manner that he is grunting and growling out back at me. Yes. We will be making love today; we will be shagging and banging and hammering each other right here on this settee. Not the way that prostitutes and whores do it; but like factual and genuine lovers do it.
His lips burrow and plow deep and more deeper down my neck and throat, making me raise my head up straight away and sigh and moan and heave out a great lot mad deal as I do so. Gosh! This is amusing and exceptional. I feel like I am about to orgasm solely from these gentle, avid, and outstandingly kisses, but then I do not. Do you yourself?
We gaze and stare each other in the face as we punch and smack our lips and mouths against the other's. It is so sweet…it is so brilliant and breathtaking. I like it; I love, love, love it way, way, way too far. "Are you enjoying this, baby?" Stian puts to me thoughtfully and unperturbedly brief. I only nod and wink an eye at him without saying anything out loud. Then, speedily and hurriedly quick, I carry on to brush and sweep up and slap my lips over his. He groans and growls out noisily and ecstatically, but then he gets used and familiarized to it until he is cuffing and hitting his lips back against mine. Arghhhhh! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! This is enjoyment and contentment merged and mingled together. I swear!
I go on to seat and settle myself on top of him. Somewhere down there inside his pants, I suppose that I start to feel his dozing penis become stiff and straight. Yes. That must be it. It is it for sure and indisputably! It sweeps and brushes and strokes me quietly and agreeably in such a way that drenches and wets my vagina. Crap! I cannot be soaking drenched so soon, can I, much less this simply! No! There must be more stimulations and rousings before I come to this phase. I will do my best to not get damp this too soon.
"Is everything okay?" Stian solicits and requests me. He is apprehensive and bothered…somehow…perhaps so it seems.
"I am faultlessly fine, Stian," I state and assert out to him. That calms and quiets him down a little. Why has he asked that? Is it because of his penis stroking me fad and I myself becoming all of a sudden edgy and restless and fretful? Is it because of it or what closely?
"Well, I thought that…made you somewhat itchy and uncomfortable," he mumbles gleefully and with joy as he smirks and beams at me.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh! There we go yet again. Just like I had envisaged and seen coming. It is the penis matter that got him this concerned and fussy. "What do you think it is that might have got me to become this unexpectedly uncomfortable?" I ask him intentionally and on purpose. I just want to hear his answer to that. That's just it!
"Well, my John Thomas. You seem a bit shocked and terrified. You shouldn't be worried of his size and range. It is common and average for him to be this large and giant you know, Ragnhild?"
"Oh. I get it. Is that it in fact?"
"Is not it, precious."
"What makes you suppose that your penis is so giant in this world?"
"Come on. Are you trying to scoff and laugh at…him?"
"No in actual fact. It is factual and precise that he is big; but he isn't all that full-size and huge actually."
"What if I tell you that I have the most biggest penis in this whole town of Rovich. True, we do have thousands of men out there with joysticks and penises. But none of them come as near massive and well-formed as mine is. Do you have doubts about this?"
"Who told you that flattering piece of lie? I mean you are good at complimenting and buttering up yourself, you know?"
"This is an unearthing based on an assessment, Ragnhild. We did the assessment at Rovich Hospital and the finding was rather scandalous and shocking." This makes me a bit green-eyed and jealous. Stian claims and brags he has got the biggest dick in town. A fucking damn hospice research executed at Rovich Hospital establishes and confirms so, he alleges. For this, I will entitle him Mr. Big-giant-monster Penis. I myself have got what exactly in contrast and comparison with him? The largest and biggest boobies (breasts) in Rovich? Come on. That is not what I even yearn for! Well, he has beat and crushed me on that one. He is a record breaker when it comes to the penis and male genitalia stuff…while I myself am…totally nothing at whatever thing!
"Are you annoyed with me, Ragnhild?" He is taunting and making fun of me. I don't answer him directly and straight away. "Come on, babe. Be mad with my penis then. Will you please, my beautiful one?"
Pin-nail him for it! I glower at him and as I am about to shift away from him, he tows and lugs and drags me all the more closer and tighter towards himself. I can feel his record smashing penis jab and punch and strike me all the more closely and intimately. Pin-nail it too for what it is! Screw everything! Du------uh!
"Let me go, Stian, I beg you," I implore and entreat him.
He promptly snaps back at me, "I won't let you go anywhere until after I have fucked and hammered you up, Ragnhild, do you hear that?"
Fuck him for it! I am livid and irate with him right now and all I want him to do merely is to free me and let me go. Is that stiff and solid enough for him to achieve and get done? Is it really and truthfully? Too late, I become aware of it. He has placed his hand down into my short skirt and he is fingering and brushing and stroking my pussy even right this very second. It feels so good and pleasurable…I cannot resist or stand firm against it. No, I cannot!
Holy sh*t! This is all too quick and unforeseen. Since I like and take pleasure in it, I let him do and keep on with it all the more leisurely and laid-back and cheerfully. I groan and howl out, thrilled and contented with him and his sexual exploit and accomplishment towards me. Yes! This is exceedingly implausible and enjoyable. It should be after all, don't you imagine and agree so yourself? With one hand inside my vagina and pussy, Stian budges and moves his other free hand towards my breasts and nipple, and having grasped and gripped them, he amuses himself and has fun with them as he sees healthy and fit. I like it. I love and enjoy it what's more!
"Yes; yes," he tones out to me, grudgingly and with pleasure, "Cry out the louder and piercing, baby. Cry, my baby, cry. Yeah…just like that. Weep out loud, will you please?"
I groan and sob and howl out. Not because I am hurt and wounded and injured. I am glad and delighted and contented. What could be any better and preferable than this, huh? What exactly? The pleasure…the joy, the bliss, the ecstasy…it thaws and softens and melts me up. I am all sugar and ice cream and vanilla and chocolate merged and coalesced. Yeah. Everything is so amazingly and brilliantly sweet and sugar and syrupy. He is thumping and nudging his fingers deep into my vagina quickly and more swiftly and hurriedly; he is clutching and grabbing hold of my nipples and breasts all the more firm and pleasantly and delightfully. I am going to come…I am going to come…a few minutes away from now…I am going to surely come…
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Even the air I breathe in is all too saccharine and pleasant and enjoyable. Yes. My vision itself is all the more fine and exceptional and pleasurable. It truly and in fact is! What is this verily? Dreamland or what emphatically? I am puzzled…I am glad and content too…I am nervous and petrified at the same time. Stian is good at this-sex; he is so, so, very superior and excellent at it. Yeah! I love and adore him for it! Don't you as well? Don't you in truth?
In good time, I unfasten and untie the zip of his pants so that I can fetch and draw out his big penis and beautifully knob itself. It is gigantic; it is unbreakable and upright. I like it this way, don't I? Yes, I utterly and of course do. Stian himself shoves and pushes my skirt further up so that he can eye and stare at my uncovered vagina itself before I go on to settle and seat myself over his cock and penis. Arghhhhhhhhh! It is a spectacular and breathtaking feeling indeed. The feel of his cock inside my twat is so great and pleasurable that I have to shut and close my eyes so I can feel and sip and suck up all of it. Yes! I mean-why shouldn't I do such a grand and breathtaking thing. Why, I solicit?
"Fuck me, Ragnhild," Stian mumbles and mutters softly out to me. "Ride me like a wild, gone-nuts horsewoman. I am your horse right now. Ride me, baby, will you?'
I do just that. Bit by bit and at my own leisure at first, and then raising and boosting up speed and momentum as I go on. Ashoo-oooooooh! This is excellent and brilliant…this certainly and unquestionably is…my head twirls and twists and revolves. I enter into paradise straight away. That is what it veritably seems like.
Whenever I haul myself up myself solely to plummet and dive myself down on Stian, there arises and booms out an earsplitting slap and spanking sound that is all too sweet and sugary to express and give a portrait of. Yes. He is gawking and gawping straight at me; and his gaze itself is so authoritative and prevailing enough to make me orgasm and come-all too hastily and rapidly and out of the blue. Arghhhhhhhhh! I sob and whine and howl out. I can feel him spill out and leak semen and loads more of sugary semen into me. Yah! This is it…this is indisputably it and nothing else! This is it for sure!
Shit! I like how male jism or cum feels inside the shelter and fortification of my pussy twat vagina itself. That is its own dwelling and residence. That is where it must be for Stian and I to formulate and manufacture and bring into being babies of our own. We have no aims and objectives of having children right now. For now, we just want to savor and take pleasure in sex. That is just solely it and nothing else!

boy toy

I admired myself in the bathroom mirror as I finished applying my make-up for the night ahead of me. I had stunning features, with a thick head of gorgeous black dreadlocks that I put up in a big bun, narrow face, beautiful silky brown skin, big bright brown eyes and big full heart shaped lips; you could say I sort of resembled Lisa Bonet in her younger days. My black curve hugging knee high dress showed off my curvaceous curves with black pumps. I was definitely ready for a night of fun and dangerous adventures at the night club nearby.
I swiftly walked out of my apartment, got in my car and speed down the highway, heading toward one of the local male strip clubs. I was looking gorgeous and breathtaking as always and I decided tonight I was going to get some cock action. I pulled into the parking lot of the night club and parked my BMW in one of the empty parking spaces. I got out of the car, straightened my dress and clicked my six inch pumps down the pavement, heading inside the night club.
Inside the club was filled with naked male strippers and female customers. I found a seat at the bar, ordered a Bloody Mary, then one of the very handsome and gorgeous male host came up to me and asked me which one of the very hot male strippers I would like to see perform tonight. I shrugged and answered that I would like to see Eric tonight. I told him I have been here before and every time I was here, I would catch Eric in his performance. He had caught my eye from the beginning. The male host said I was in luck because Eric was performing next tonight. He told me to enjoy the shows and walked away. Eric was a very beautiful well-built young black man with gorgeous glowing brown skin. Whenever I would see his performance with him wearing his usual tight white speedos, his bulge would be huge and throb out of his underwear. I would wonder about its hug size that it appeared to be; I myself loved huge black cocks. I don't fuck small dicks. I like to fuck big twelve inch anaconda snakes. It was what I preferred and I felt dam good when I did.
Just then I heard a warm female voice boom through the very vast speakers that surrounded the night club. "Yawl, give it up for the very handsome and talented Eric Rough." The crowd of women surrounding the center stage went wild and started getting excited and screaming to the top of their lungs. A very gorgeous Eric walked up to the stage with his fire man costume on and holding his fake water hose. He did a couple of routine dance numbers while playing with the hose between his legs. He then looked through the crowd of hormone raging women and spotted me. The rest of the time he was doing his routine he could not keep his eyes of me and I could not either. A couple of times I tried to tear my eyes away from the burning desire in his eyes, but I just could not.
Eric looked through the crowd and spotted a very attractive curvaceous woman. She had a full head of gorgeous dreadlocks on her head and the biggest bright brown eyes you have ever seen. She was breathtakingly stunning. He had seen her here a couple of times before and she had caught his eye every time, but he never had the chance or courage to talk to her. Tonight was the night he would finally get a chance to show her how much he was really worth. After his very powerful routine; after he had picked up all his money from the floor, which the horny women had thrown at him, he made his way to the bar.
"Hey lovely, what's your name?" asked Eric firmly as he extended his right hand to her.
"Hi, my name's Abbigail," I said, shaking his big strong hands.
Eric sat down on one of the empty bar stools next to me and asked, "Do you come here a lot. I swear I have seen you here a couple of times watching me perform."
"Oh…. Well yeah. I have been here a couple of times before."
"So are you here for business or pleasure?"
Um, Pleasure," I replied then burst out with giggles.
"Do you find that funny?"
"Um…. Yeah a little. I have never done pleasure before. This would be my first time."
"Great. I guess I'm lucky then….. I've got a virgin."
"Oh, I'm not a virgin."
"I mean you said you have never gotten fucked by one of the male escorts here and I'm glad I'm going to be the first."
"What makes you think I want you?"
"I can see it in your eyes and the way you study my body as I perform every night you come here."
"Well, how much are you charging, because I really need some cock tonight?"
"A Hundred dollars per hour."
"Okay what are we waiting for then….let's get this party started."
"After you," said Eric as he took my hand and led me towards one of the backrooms in the far corner.
When we got inside, he locked the door and pushed me against the wall; he then told me to relax and enjoy myself. He got down on his knees and pulled down my black lace panties. He grabbed my crutch with one hand and proceeded to eat my moist pussy. With his one free hand, he placed my left leg across his shoulder. As his mouth devoured my cunt, I started to relax and enjoy what he was doing with his tongue techniques in my swat. I had not shaved my pussy that night, and my prickly pussy brushed against his face as he ate me out. I started to moan and groan as his sucked on my clitoris. I felt a hot wave of heat come over me and my knees felt weak, then suddenly my cum filled my cunt and his mouth. I could feel him accidently swallow my cum. He then released my vigina and came out for air. He kissed my stinging skin with delicate kissed from my torso up to my lips. As his mouth reached my mouth, my lips parted and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I could taste the sweet taste of my cum. Dam I tasted good, I thought. He kissed me deeply with passion that I did not to want to let go ever again. His mouth tasted like alcohol mixed in with my juices and I devoured his mouth completely. He pulled down his speedos to reveal a very hard and erect cock. He grabbed my big firm ass and pulled me up against his hips. I rapped my long legs around his waist, and I pulled him inside me. He fucked me hard and rough, I guess that was how he got his name, because he fucked very rough. I could tell he was very serious about his fucking skills because he took me into an orgasmic dreamland that I thought I could never reach. I exploded on the inside with orgasm and fever as he rammed my pussy and my pussy juices leaked out of the corners of my open wound. He then started to get weak and started cussing. I knew he was coming. He grabbed my hair and yanked it out of it's perfect up do; he then started to cum hard and fast. My slit filled with his cum and mine that he could no longer hold his cock inside. His cock slid out of my pussy and went soft.
"That was great," I said as I took a tissue out of my purse and cleaned myself up. I slid my panties back on.
"Well let me know when you need me to do that again."
"Oh I definitely will," I said as I straightened my dress.
"Maybe next time we can try to back door. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"
"Um… no, but I'm willing to have that kind of sexual experience with you."
"Okay just let me know. I'm going to fuck you so good, that your ass hole will cum."
"Can't wait," I said as I placed a hundred dollar bill in his hand.
Eric and I walked out of the back room and parted ways. A week later, I came back to the club and we had another nice sexual adventure, this time better than the first. We tried he back door and I ended up coming twice in my ass hole. I would come to the male stripe club almost every night5 just to get a sexual fix from Eric Rough, my new boy toy.

do you?

As Stian Elberd slams and seals shut the door to our bedroom, I know what it is that he is specifically going to do to me. Which is spank and smack me carnally and sexually till I am all condemned and certainly and dreadfully ill-stared and ill-omened. Yes. He is vaguely going to do that and so much more. That, I cannot doubt or question about in any way probable. Buy into it or not. I do not give a damn at all No, I do not in any way thinkable.
I sigh to myself as I turn over to gaze at him. He is all pleased and cheerful. Which, to me, by all likelihood and potential, is one comparatively and relatively good sign indeed.
My inner vagina and womb does her blissful could-nine dance. I am so glad and relieved that she has done that. To me it is all a bitchin' capital and magnificent and symptom and indication that she is still animate and living. Yah! I love and adore it to the very hilt and drop. I really and completely do. I am not versed in as regards you.
"Stian?" I whoop and yell out, blinking and winking my eyes apprehensively and speedily.
"Yes, sweet baby," he answers harmoniously and beautifully.
My goodness! That almost thaws out and dissolves me. I love and adore it so very much indeed. For sure. Didn't you yourself? I myself indisputably and with conviction did. Yeah, I in fact and in truth did. I don't know about you. I forthrightly and candidly don't. Phew! It is time to ask and press forward that much-longed and much-craved question of mine, don't you consent so? I do so myself.
"Stian, are you really and truly going to fuck and ramp up my anus tonight?" I raise this to him and his consciousness warily and circumspectly. Why? I simply and plainly am afraid and terrified of the answer and reaction that he is going to give me. Truly have a word with you. My goodness! He quickly and gamely grins at me in that iniquitous and irreverent way that he is all the time fond of carrying out. Does that mean he is going to have us do it? I can't exactly tell. My anus is relieved and thankful about it on the other hand. Yes-she surely and beyond doubt is.
"Yes, Ragnhild, we'll actually and in fact do that. Don't you like the idea and thought of it?"
I don't. But then I do on the other hand. So what now? Duh! I can't make out which is which now. Damn me for it! Censure and scold and slap and nag me for it if you feel like. I will cheerfully and blissfully accept and receive it.
"I like it, Stian," I confess and disclose it to him. Though I am afraid and scared on opposite hand and side that…he may leave and be dissatisfied with me if I tell him the whole truth about this topic and affair. Yeah. I truly and earnestly am afraid about that.
"Good," he tells me coolly and properly well.
I shudder momentarily and shiver at where all of this is going. Where to exactly? Disaster or goodness and bliss all in all? I cannot exactly tell-much less this too soon.
"Curvature yourself down, Ragnhild, will you?" Stian orders me in a slightly tow-fisted, rugged, but churlishly nice voice as well. I tremble and get quite thrilled and keyed up about it. So? Duh! I do like I am told to. I kneel down before him, wagging and shaking my behind or ass when he asks me to do thus so that he slaps and smacks it well and nicely. Arghhhhh! This is so nice…and enjoyable indeed. I wish I could be in this delectable and enormously delicious state of existence all day and night long. Yuh indeed!
Suddenly and hurriedly, he puts his long, charming-shapely fingers into my ass and starts to dance and whirl and sway and jig them inside there. Arghhhhh! I cannot feel the pain. Only the pleasure and delight! Hip-hip-hurrah! Asho-oo-ooh! Life is great and enjoyable indeed, aren't you of the same mind and opinion with me? Crap!
As Stian fingers and jabs and stirs his finger inside of my anus, I feel all the pleasure and kick bounce and bound and spring up and leap and jump inside of me. Cool. This is oh…so…delicious and lovely indeed, don't you agree and coincide with me?
"Ragnhild," he ultimately sighs and words out to me, relatively nice and coolly. I wish that I could emulate his honey-like sweetened voice or speak in just about anything close to it.
"Yes, Stian," I retort sweetly and softly, hoping that I have succeeded in making my voice as amiably and harmoniously best as I can make it. Or have I?
"I am going to blow and release air into your ass. So I want you to prepare and get ready for it. Will you?"
"Why do you have to say that, Stian?"
"I want to lick and thrash my tongue your ass real mad and real nuts."
"Actually?"
"Aha. Now pull your legs farther apart and furnish and present your ass to me real hard and real good."
I do just that. Then his tongue is suddenly and quickly wagging and wiggling inside of my arse. My goodness! I was not expect him to be this much quick and speedy. Wow. He took me by absolute surprise and shock. Goodness! As his tongue moves and stirs deep into the deepness and profoundness of my arse, I open wide my mouth in total incredulity and downright skepticism. This is utter and sheer pleasure-satisfaction in its deepest and most finest ever form. Whah! What a life and a night indeed? Glorious and idyllic for sure.
"Ragnhild," Stian buzzes and whirrs into my arse, and even though I am taken aback and winded out of my breath and senses as his air drones and hums through me, I make out the words that he is saying and airing out to me.
My goodness! This man will kill and butcher me with too much pleasure and enjoyment. I have no any other alternative but to stand and bear and tolerate all of this. I honestly have no other selection and preference here. No, I don't at all. Do you yourself?

sleep imposible

Sindrah spent the remainder of the day in the saddle with Ordis. He secured her to the pommel with the rope around her neck, looping it on the horn, then around her waist and back to the horn again for a few more turns. Often he rode with his arm around her, his beefy paw on one breast or the other. Several times he commented how much he enjoyed watching her ass bouncing on his crotch. He used the adjective "lovely" once, and "perfect" another time -- compliments that were completely wasted on her.
At some point she dozed off, waking with a start, surprised that she had been able to drift off and dismayed to see that the shadows were lengthening as the day waned. Fresh panic began to rise in her, as whatever abuse they would visit on her and her sister while in night camp became imminent. She no longer looked behind her in hopes of seeing her father leading Ironhall knights to the rescue. She had not entirely given up hope, but wished to avoid the wrenching disappointment that had accompanied every backward glance.
When Moran called a halt the sun had long set, and the last of its light was quickly fading from an indigo sky filling up with stars. Sindrah could already clearly see the constellation that Eastlanders called The Lovers -- Amivar, the god of war and virility, of martial and sexual prowess, in hot pursuit of Clea, the goddess of fertility and the hearth. One could clearly see Amivar's running legs, the helmet with its plume trailing behind, and the outstretched arm very nearly touching the graceful curve of Clea's back. One could also make out long curls streaming as she fled. Romantic tales were told of Amivar and Clea, but this night Sindrah saw it with different eyes. Perhaps Amivar was motivated not by love but by lust. Perhaps men used the former to disguise the latter. Why else would Clea be running away?
The terrain had changed from the fertile farmland found around the Ironhall fortress to rolling plains, and now they had reached the foot of The Barricade, soaring peaks that marked the boundary between Ironhall and Wolfrune clan lands.The camp was located in a jumble of boulders, some as large as huts. There was a weathered post of ironwood that appeared to have been there a while, planted deep in the rocky soil. nearby was a circle of fire-blackened stones. The location was in a hollow so that a fire built in the circle would not be seen at night from a distance, while the boulders all around provided good vantage points for lookouts.
From the camp could be seen Bloodroot Pass, one of the few ways through the soaring mountain range. Sindrah had never been this far from home, but had heard of the many legendary events which had occurred in the pass. She knew that it was named for the bloodroot plant, which grew clinging to rocky surfaces with its maroon roots covered with hair-thin, needle-edged fibers that held and drained the blood from insects and even small reptiles and birds. A person, if laying long enough in a thick patch of bloodroot, could die from desanguination.
Sindrah stared bleakly at the pass while they approached the camp, wondering what horrors and humiliations awaited her on the other side, knowing too that once she was in Wolfrune lands rescue would be far more difficult. Then she was dragged off the horse and marched to the thick post, and she began to weep quietly, knowing that she faced another ordeal before she even reached the other side of The Barricade.
She was relieved when Buco removed the rope from her neck. The rope that bound her wrists was cut, and she was pushed up against the pole with her back to it and told to sit down and reach her arms around it. She did so meekly, her big wet eyes pleading with the dark, muscled slaver but he didn't notice, lashing her wrists together again behind the post. Karissa was secured in the same manner on the opposite side. The sisters were able to entwine their fingers as a rope was wrapped round the post and both their necks several times, then tied off in a double knot. The back of her skull pressed against the post, Sindrah could scarcely turn her head without feeling the rough hemp abrading the tender flesh of her neck. Her gag, at least, was removed, and she was grateful for that. She drew her knees up against her breasts, and tucked her feet in so that her heels touched her ass. Ten strides away, the men going about making their camp and building a smokeless fire. They kept glancing over at the two naked girls on the post, talking and laughing among themselves.
"Karissa," she whispered, assuming her sister was also free of a gag. "Are you alright?"
Karissa was slow to answer. "I'm so sorry, Sin. So very, very sorry," she sobbed, her tone filled with self-recrimination and wretched hopelessness.
Sindrah was shaken to hear her usually bold and optimistic sister in such a state. "It's not your fault."
"Yes, yes it is! You would be safe at home if it weren't for me."
Sindrah squeezed her sister's hands. "I don't blame you. Please, don't blame yourself." An instant later she hissed, "That man... the captain ... he is coming over!"
Moran arrived, wrapped in his black cloak. The night was cooling rapidly at this elevation. He checked their bindings and was satisfied. "Soon you will be brought food and water. You will eat and drink all of it. With luck, by middle of day next, you will be in Wolfrune."
Karissa began sobbing softly, and the sound brought tears to Sindrah's eyes. Somehow she managed to hold them back, only because she didn't want to give Moran the satisfaction. She met his gaze -- for a moment -- but he continued to look at her, with curiosity, as though he were trying to read her mind, and finally she looked away.
"The more I think about it," murmured Moran, "The more convinced I am that Tycho Bellam will want you two for his own slave garden."
Sindrah could not stop shivering, and it was not entirely because of the quickly cooling air. "Why?"
Moran kept staring at her, which made her quite nervous. "Why? Aside from the fact that you are young, pretty and ..." He grinned wolfishly "...I expect, a virgin? And because there is something about you that will convince a discerning man that you can be made into a valuable slave girl. But as for Prince Tycho, all this will matter less than that the blood of Rycard Greve flows in your veins."
Sindrah blushed and looked quickly away at mention of her virginity. "But why?" she cried, pulling her knees up more tightly against her breasts. "Why does he hate my father so?"
Moran tilted his head. "You don't know, do you," he murmured, amused. "Well, girl, I had better leave it to Tycho to tell you himself, in his own way." He gathered the cloak more tightly round him. "It will be rather cold tonight," he observed, then grinned at her as she huddled there, shivering.
"Please," she said, "if you have two blankets ... or something...."
Moran shook his head. "A slave must earn a blanket on a cold night ... with obedience." he turned and walked away.
For a time Sindrah and her sister sat silently, floundering in their misery. Sindrah had not spent a single night away from home. She had always awakened luxuriating in the silk sheets and down coverlets of her soft bed. Heartbroken and homesick, she mulled over Moran's parting words. Through obedience a slave earned a blanket, or perhaps clothes, or the privilege of not being bound. Of this she already aware; slavery thrived in her own clan land and, as far as she knew, existed in the whole world. She just had never dreamed that this fact of slave life would ever apply to her.
She looked up to see Buco and Sorn approaching. Each carried a small wooden bowl in one hand, a handle-less wooden cup in the other. Stopping in front of Sindrah, Buco said, "I got this one." Sorn circle round to Karissa as Sindrah glanced nervously up at Buco's face. "Cap'n said to feed you." He bent over to put the cup of water on the ground, then, still bent slightly at the waist, put the rim of the bowl to her lips. "Salted meat boiled in water, some spices for flavor. Drink it up." Sindrah wrinkled her nose. It didn't smell very appetizing, but she realized she was starving, and took a sip. It was much too salty and spicy for her taste. She made a disgusted sound and turned her head, spitting it out. Some of it splattered on Buco's hand.
Scowling, Buco tried to push the rim of the bowl past her clenched teeth. Half of the contents spilled over the rim and down her chin and onto her breasts. His temper flared. "Bitch," he snarled. "Wasting perfectly good food! Not to your liking, then, princess?" He poured the rest of the broth directly on her. Chunks of the salted meat slid down the slippery curves of her breasts, splattering on her belly and running down into her patch of soft golden hair or was carried off in a rivulet of brown fluid down her sides. "Maybe I have something you'll like the taste of better!"
Heart lurching, Sindrah flinched when Buca's fat heavy cock slapped her in the face as he freed it from his trousers. She made a high-pitched sound that was half disgust and half panic and clamped her jaws shut. Buco grabbed a fistful of her tangled hair in one hand then pinched her nose tightly. She struggled in her binds holding her breath as long as she could. Buco kept the helmet-shaped head of his cock to her compressed lips, chuckling. When she could hold her breath no longer, her lungs aching, she gasped and he stuffed his member past her lips. She writhed violently as his cock, not yet fully erect, slid down her throat, gagging her. Buco groaned with pleasure and released her nose to get a second handful of hair, which he wrenched hard enough to pull strands from her scalp. "I feel your teeth, slut, and you will find out what real pain is," he growled. Her nose was pressed into the thick forest of his curly black pubic hair as she choked on his cock. Booted feet planted wide apart, legs bent at the knees, he began to fuck her mouth in earnest.
Sindrah heard a loud slap, followed by a cry of pain from Karissa, whose fingers tighted around her own. Sorn had slapped her sister, and for the first time in this horrible ordeal Sindrah felt anger. A moment later she heard her sister making a wet sucking sound and knew that Sorn was using her mouth. Then Ordis appeared -- she saw him fish his long cock from his trousers out of the corner of her tear-blurred eye. He was grinning as he watched her lips round Buco's member. "Belly is full!" he declared, rubbing his paunch. "Now time to empty my seed bags!" Sindrah groaned on Buco's cock.
In recent years Sindrah had sometimes wondered what a cock would taste like. On that day with Andor she had wanted to put his member in her mouth but her nerve failed her. Her first thought was that this cock now gliding back and forth on her tongue, gagging her as it hit the back of her throat, had been buried in her ass not that long ago. Her nose wrinkled as she could smell the pungent musk of his crotch. She tasted something slightly salty that coated her tongue, a fluid leaking from Buco's hard, throbbing manhood. But the cock itself didn't have a strong taste of its own.
What she hadn't expected was that for the second time she felt that swirling tingle of heat down deep in her core. It had happened before when Ordis had played with her pussy while she helplessly bounced on his cock during the ride of the day just passed. Again this shamefully exquisite sensation seemed to radiate through her loins as Buco pleasured himself in her mouth. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, too. She tried to convince herself it was because the broth spilled on her had quickly cooled in the chill night air.
The muscles that sheathed Buco's thighs flexed as he rocked his hips more urgently. The hairy balls that slapped Sindrah's chin became hot and tight. Sindrah closed her eyes as he groaned and pulled his cock from her mouth to rub it over her face, smearing her saliva and his precum on her flushed cheeks and across her lips. He barked at her to open her eyes and look up at him as he pushed his cock past those lips again. Not wishing her hair to be pulled out by its roots, she obeyed. His grunting became louder and more frequent. Then his body tensed and he hissed through clenched teeth as his cock jumped on her tongue and began spewing ropes of cum. She tried not to swallow, tried to hold it in her mouth. She was surprised that it didn't taste bad, being rather sweet, and slightly salty. Buco kept stroking his cock over her tongue a moment longer. She did swallow a little then tried to be patient until she could spit out the rest, but as soon as he pulled out, Buco clamped a hand roughly over her mouth, bending over her and growling, "A good slut swallows the gift a man gives her." Having been witness to his violent temper, Sindrah swallowed.
Smirking, Buco buttoned up and returned to the fire without a word. An eager Ordis immediately took his place and caressed Sindrah's face with the knob of his cock, which already oozed precum. "What a lovely slave," he crooned, gazing down at her admiringly. "I will carry to my grave the memory of you in my lap all this past day."
Sindrah was startled by his gentle tone. She had braced herself for more violence and pain. It occurred to her then that Ordis had never struck her or shouted at her. Her eyes swept the considerable length of the cock whose mushroom-shaped head brushed her soft lips. Then she closed her eyes -- and opened her mouth.
Now it was Ordis who was startled -- by this unexpected compliance. He slowly introduced his cock into her warm wet mouth, and her lips closed round the shaft while she massaged the underside of the crown with her tongue. Ordis gasped and began stroking her tangled golden hair, a beatific look on his face as he slowly moved his engorged cock back and forth on that facile tongue, trying not to make her gag.
Sindrah felt Karissa' grip on her fingers relax, and a moment later Sorn came into view, peripherally, stroking a cock slippery with her sister's saliva and his own semen and lecherously watching her service Ordis. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about him, focusing instead of what she was doing. In moments Ordis was shaking, groaning, and then filled her mouth with another prodigious load of cum. She swallowed immediately.
Reluctantly removing his throbbing member from her mouth, Ordis touched her chin. "You see, girl, being a good slave makes everything so much easier." He looked at Sorn. "No need to be rough with this one."
Sorn smirked. "I don'tneedto be rough. Iliketo be rough."
Ordis glared at him as he tucked his cock away. "Whoreson," he muttered, as he walked away.
Sorn walked up and slapped her face with his sticky cock, then with his hand, a brutally hard blow that nearly knocked her out. "Open," he growled. "Open that slut mouth!" She did, looking up at him with eyes filled with tearful resentment. Her fingers now gripped Karissa's tightly, and her sister responded with a squeeze, Sorn shoved his cock to the balls past her lip and as Sindrah choked and spluttered, her body tense and trembling, every thrust nurtured a helpless outrage flickering inside her. Sorn raped her mouth for what seemed like an eternity and when he came he growled "There's MY gift to you, little whore," having overheard Buco's previous instruction to her. He made her swallow. She glared at his back as he turned and walked disdainfully away.
"Sindrah!" gasped Karissa. "You're hurting me! Breathe!"
Sindrah felt her sisters fingers trying to escape her white-knuckled grip, and remorsefully let them go, taking her sister's advice and drew deep breaths, exhaling them slowly.
"You must survive," whispered Karissa fiercely. "Whatever you have to do -- survive."
"Our father will come for us," said Sindrah.
Karissa fell silent and Sindrah realized that her sister had lost hope. They sat there in morose silence, holding hands and bound to the ironwood post, the taste of cock and cum in their mouths. As the night deepened, a cold that crept into their very bones made sleep impossible.

nicely

Uh! Stian Elberd is going to fuck me in my anus today. As I bang and thump shut the door to our secretive for not-more-than-two exclusively bedroom, I turn and whirl around to see him completely and fully nude and uncovered and undressed. He is dressed in nothing but in his most sexy and seductive and alluring underwear. I love it! And I find it irresistible so, so, so very much. The way and manner that his thighs are exhibited and flashed about and vaunted and made a great show off of, it all mesmerizes and hypnotizes me. My goodness! Is that his giant and bulky and fuck-off like hard-on penis I am seeing swelling out and puffing out with my own two eyes-like I am supposed and even ought to lick and lap and taste and brush it about with my ecstatic, jolly, rapt and blithe-filled tongue. Is that it? Yeah. I am going to enjoy and revel in doing this so very much. Yeah, certainly.
To be straight with you, this is what Stian Elbert has me do. He has me get down on my knees and bow before him perfectly well and nice so as to stroke and caress and knead his brilliant, massive erection itself. Oh my go-o-sh! It feels all so pleasant and enjoyable and pleasurable indeed. Yes. I am enjoying and loving and reveling in this so very much. It is all pretty darn wonderful and ace at the same time and so out of this world indeed. Before I go on to lick and take a taste of the super jim-dandy, awesome dick itself, I proceed to grab a razor blade that is lodged and laid on a puny-sized, polished and flawlessly glassy suave table not any farther from where we both are, gazing and gawping at each other powerlessly and vulnerably. Yeah. Tonight is going to be a very good and delectable night indeed. That, I can assure and warrant you.
As I slit and nick and slash the cloth and fabric of his underwear with my knife-edged-like razor blade, he murmurs and mumbles to me in such a smooth and silky and velvety like voice-which weirdly and eccentrically-makes my veiled vulva and hermetic pussy shiver and quiver and quake from a certain kind of happiness and delectation that I cannot clearly make clear or plain. "Yeah, baby," he mumbles sweetly and wholly icky and treackly to me, "Go on with it…Yeah…You are on the right track indeed." Why is it like that? Stian's voice is so enticing and irresistible that even if he tells me to make love to him right this moment while I lie down on pellets and spherules of beady, intensely glinting-like glasses and specs, I would not disagree and take aboard onto any sort of disavowal with him. I would with pleasure and enthusiastically do it, even if it is worth the price and rate of my very own life and wellbeing and soundness-all in all.
Once I am done and through with the notching and slicing, I grip and seize his full-size erection in my hands and begin petting and caressing it with my innocent tongue and lingo. Yeah. It is all such a blissful and enjoyable experience indeed. It is the perfect and suitable thing to do. Or are you not in agreement and conformity with me? Are you not truly?
In no time, he sets free and undoes out fills and crams and lades of semen into my mouth and my face as well. As he hurls and projects out more human seed and jissom at me, I lick and lap and brush wildly his giant dick all the more harder and faster, gripping and clinging on to his bottom and perfect ass behind that is clothed and rigged and arrayed well and nicely appealing and come-hither with his flirtatious, alluring make of underwear. It is labeled 'San Gogol' and I love and adore that brand well and nicely. Don't you? Oops. It must be an odd and peculiarly out-of-the-way trademark and logo brand name to you, or is it not?
Once I am through with licking and brushing about his dick, having cum and jissom all about my face and mouth-uh, it is so sweet and syrupy and honeyed-like in case you didn't know-he has me bow and kneel over our bed so that my buttocks and bums behind are in his grip and catch. And with that having taken place, he slaps and boxes and spanks them with his very own hands. My goodness! The feeling is topping definitely and so out-of-this-world. Bodacious even. And I love all things bodacious and boffo-most.
Ah. I am all set and ready to have his phallus and big wang romping and gamboling and sporting about and nicely in my backwards and rearwards. What other better proposal or suggestion than this? There is no other-or is it not so? I do suppose so myself. I am not sure and certain about you. No, I am not. Indubitably.
As Stian places and sets his huge and immense thing into my arse, I feel a particular guff and slight and poppycock sort of pain and ache afflict and rack me. For a while; I am all weepy and howling and sobbing low-pitched and inaudibly. Then following that, as Stian gently and carefully shifts slightly but glowingly about, making a move like he is about to switch his dick out of me and return it quickly again, I shut my eyes, hovering and eating up the delight and delectation and satisfaction that he gives me. Yeah. This is it…this is it for sure.
"Stian," I wail and mewl out his name, mislaid and disappeared in happy and lascivious randy thoughts of my own. Yeah. I don't want to come or revert back into reality again. This is a fairy tale come true indisputably; slightly painful but really and incredibly satisfying and pleasurable indeed. I love it so very much. I surely and definitely do. Don't you?
Whenever Stian smacks and hits a butt of mine while having fun and frolicking about with my behind-entertaining and amusing himself about with my flesh-and-bones to be precise, or even when he just caresses and cuddles and strokes a boob or titty or breast of mine, pinching and squeezing my mammary glands and nipples themselves occasionally and now and then-I can't help it but go into an inexhaustible, undying phase and state of sweet-most, sugary-like orgasm.

sexy

Triple Crap. Tonight, I have my hands solely bound and interlaced and knotted to the burly, virile-like, and sinewy rope and cord and hawser that is hitched and pinioned to the ceiling high up there overheard me. An adherent, gummy, icky, and claggy shred and wodge of cellophane tape is placed and settled and propped over my mouth, tethering and lashing and making fast my lips in a manner that I cannot switch and carry and stir about my frame and flesh-and-bones as I feel and desire like. Yeah. It is all so unfavorable and troubling and unpleasant indeed, but what I find lekker and delectable about it is that in no time Stian Elbert will be spanking and fucking and rapping me up as he feels and has a hunch about. Yeah. That is what is exactly and for sure going to happen. Sooner or later. Don't assent so or even feel thus yourself?
I fifty per cent or incompletely naked. Meaning? I am actually and in fact starkers or undressed but then I am not that all entirely and every inch buck naked and without a stitch on like I was in the bare-scud on that fixed and particular date that I was born into this heartbroken and gloomy wretched world of ours. I am having on a swarthy black brasserie and an attractive shred and bit of stygian-murky frillies or simply women's undies or lingerie which for the chieftain and baas part is uncovering and laying bare the extremity of my thighs and the lower part or pedestal of my buttocks and behind in that very charming and enjoyable-to-look-at way. Yeah. Stian will be fucking me up in this, I presume and imagine so-don't you?
He is nestled and straightened up before my eyes and face beneath there in an implausibly soaring and steep and elevated chair that looks more of a throne and monarchial stool for an overlord and a His Majesty. Is he? Boo-hoo! He has a regal and sovereign expression about him that makes me wonder to myself in just-the-ideal-thing and faultless silence on whether there lives and has in existence any kink and sexual eccentricity and pervetedness about him. Is there really? Appearances and bearings can be leading astray and misguiding, do not overlook or fail to bring that to mind please!
"Stian," I itch and thirst to murmur and rumble under my incessant breath-but then this adhesive and gluey sellotape thing won't green-light me to do so. Du-hhhhh! When is he precisely going to get up on his feet and step over to start and finish this balls-up-ing stew and imbroglio of ours? I cannot keep up and withstand tolerance and calmness any longer.
He rises and finds his feet as I weigh up all this in my mind, making me so, so over-the-moon and thrilled and sunny that if it was not for constituents and stuff detaining and keeping within bounds or limits my flesh up, I would without any sort of difficulty and pain-in-the-butt and uphill cavort and bob up and down just as I ache and set my heart out on doing. Hurrah!
Once Stian makes it to me, he sneaks and ghosts his hand into my underclothes and undies themselves, filled up and swelled and bloated with libido and lechery and lasciviousness and lustfulness for me, so that, once he has his hand tracking down and ferreting on my pussy and cunt, he immediately starts to pet and caress and rub it, a stroke at a time and one in a go simultaneously and synchronously. Yeah. This is it. He better keeps on and presses on with this. He better and to a greater degree must persevere on with this, don't you believe so? I esteem and opinion so myself.
Yeah. It is all nice and lekker. Once he is done with this, dressed in nothing but his topping and outstanding-like lechery-triggering-and-sparking-off underwear, he inches closer to me for a solid and rocklike and involved fuck. Yeah. This is all heaven indeed. I like how he explores and works over his jumbo and titanic-alike penis and dick into me until I am all giddy and light-headed and weak at the knees that I almost feel like passing and blacking out. Will I?

the penis

I feel bored to tears. I feel fed up and tired with life itself and everything else. I am all by myself here at my house and dwelling, totally and figuratively doing nothing at all. Stian has departed off for work and I know that he will come back back any moment in a little while. Yes. I have to cook and steam and heat up dinner and evening meal for him. It is murky and gloomy outside with little if not any slim flicker of radiance and luminosity and the forest bordering our house is all this dreadful and chilling and bloodcurdling. I am not terrified or frightened or worried of it nevertheless. Why, you might probably question. I love this place. It is hushed and belle natural and harmless in every revere and esteem in similarity and dissimilarity with the earsplitting and congested and crammed-full that township house places are. Phew!
In a hurry and hastily-before I start to cook or bake up anything, I snatch and grab my phone that is lodged and put down on kitchen slab and I type this coming wording message to Stian. Of course! He might be busy finishing and wrapping up stuff and chores that he has been toiling and working on since the day commenced, but I don't care in any case. He has to seek out and make up time for me. He certainly and specifically has to do so. Yeah-he has to do it! Oh Stian, my poor love!
Hi, angel! I am missing you. What would you like for ceremonial dinner anyway, huh?
Before I hit 'Send' to him, I reflect and weigh up things carefully and charily and then in conclusion make up my mind to send the text to him as a Multi-Media Message (MMS) rather. And that is what I vaguely and beyond doubt do. I take a photo of myself while I blow him an indiscernible kiss inside our large kitchen itself and then lay in the words that I typed beneath the snapshot itself and mail and onward over the whole thing to him. It is 165 kilobytes in bulk and dimension and it reaches him in less than ten seconds. Yuppie! There we go….
Five minutes soon after, my phone dingdongs and peals sweetly and I know even without confirm it out that that is Stian Elberd coming back to me. I at last verify the…MMS…and yes, it indisputably and in fact and beyond doubt is him!
Simmered (or boiled) eggs and baked chicken and fried carrots and unprocessed cabbage sliced and muddle up with mayonnaise and a filled tumbler of strong, sugary juice and a plateful of grapes and cut apples. Will you get ready this for me please, my sweet angel?
I type and note down to him:
All heard and understood, chief.
He inscribes back speedily again.
What would you like I myself to bring you home, huh? What, treasured one?
I counter:
Come dish up your penis for my exceptional dinner. It is all I really and solely want. Is that plain and elaborate enough to you?
He answers back.
All heard and comprehensible. I will be on my way back there any minute soon from now. Take care please…
I smile to myself cordially and brusquely. Stian will be here any minute now to serve me up exactly what I ordered him to and I must hand him out what he demanded me to as well. Don't you think this is great and brilliant? Don't you? I definitely and certainly and somewhat do think so myself. Dummy!
I cook. Fast; with awareness; cautiously and with great and lots of care and concern. I slash and hack up the cabbage into tiny and miniature pieces, then merge and mix it up with mayonnaise and a bit salt and vinegar. Having placed and accumulated it into a large and spacious glass-crafted basin, I lay it on a huge tray and only wait for the moment when I am going to serve and dish it out. With this said and through, I get grapes and chock-full size apples, the apples of which I slice and hack them up before I set and put them together with the grapes. The strong, sweet orange juice is not any tricky and complex to make and serve up. I just need two big, magnificently shaped glasses for it. Yes! Tonight, Stian and I will be toasting and whooping it large and big time. Will you come join us as well? Will you please? I stir fry the carrots, then roast the chicken, then boil the eggs and make up a separate bowl of soup to eat along with them. Good! It is all at last deal done and carried through!
Just when I have ceased serve up the meal, the door pings and dings, and I know it for positive that it is Stian who is already there and waiting for me to open up for him. I dash and speed my way there. When I haul the door open, I see and learn to my thrill and glee and great anticipation that it is in fact him and no one else. Fine-looking and handsomely dressed he may be, he seems a little bit tired and worn-out and dead beat
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"Stian," I greet and welcome him, seizing and nabbing up his briefcase work carrier for him. He kisses and pecks me lightly and smoothly on the cheek. I like it! I love it and am so stuck out on it! I smile warmly and benevolently at him as he footsteps into the house, all joyful and famished and energized at the same time. I shut the door…and then we eat and munch up our snack…and then we chat and natter temporarily…and then now to finish with comes the time and hour for me to get a hold of my preceding appeal. Yes! Stian has already showered and changed his clothes. He is all spanking new and full of life and bouncy and cheerful and strapping looking and carefree. My breathtaking and first-rate and dazzling Stian! I love, love, love him! Don't you yourself?
He looks at me bashfully and timidly. Why is he becoming indecisive now to give me my…? I mean I must get what I applied and asked for, or must I not, huh? Must I not really? "Come on," I tell and let know to him, "Don't give me that withdrawn and introverted look, hubby! I want my penis for banquet! I want to devour my fucking goddamn banana penis as my special dinner! Give it to me now already, will you?"
"Who told you it is your penis?"
I toss back at him furiously and heatedly. "Who told you it does not belong to me?"
"You are such a witty girl, Ragnhild. Where do you want me to dish it up anyway?"
"Right here on this very plate." I even shift and move about the salver that is seated on our banquet table right close and nearer to him. He looks at it in stun and astonishment. I tell him, "Put it here already, will you please, Stian?"
"What? You want me to fucking slice my valued and beyond price John Dong and put him here on this plate for you to eat and devour. You are mad, Ragnhild. I didn't know you are this crazy and foolish-"
I climb up on the table straight away and inch towards him silently and inaudibly. He falls quiet and noiseless this exact moment, staring and gaping at me like he has see a living ghost or zombie creep and edge straight after him. When I make it to where he is, I gaze down at him lustfully and raunchily and then brush and sweep and budge my lips against his aggressively and intensely. He is taken back and shaken at the same time. I crash and run and thrash my lips against his all the more brutally and viciously and ferociously. It makes him grunt and weep out, pleased and contented and satisfied deep inside with all this and everything else that I carry out. Stian-yes, yes, yes him; I love and adore him-so, so much as a matter of fact!
He holds me with his hands and pulls me toward himself, smooching and canoodling and snogging me all the more faster and energetically and sadistically. I groan and cry out this time around. This is fantastic…this is glorious and magnificent. Yes. Like that, honey. Keep it going, Stian! Don't make it come to an ending! Don't please, Stian! Don't please!
Hurriedly fast and illogically and crazily, he climbs and mounts up on the massive, gigantic table before he carries on to throw and thrust me down to its facade and face before he eyes and glances at me lustfully and lasciviously. Then he quickly and hurriedly crawls after me and twists and bows himself down to kiss and smooch and snog me down here where I am lying and resting down. Yes…yesss…yessssssssssssss…this is it…this is it for sure and big time! This is it, Stian!
I put and place my hands straight into his hair to feel and fool around with it. He curves and crooks himself down until he is at long last reclining and taking it easy and tilting himself down against me. Yah! With this said and finished, he stirs his hand to the fly or zip of his trousers, which he loosens and unfastens, and then he fetches and heaves and snatches out his penis to toy and doll and game about with his very selfsame hand. This is good…this is awesome and breathtaking…I like it, don't you yourself relish it as well?
"Take your panties off, Ragnhild," he shouts and states to me. I do just that with my very own possessed and individual hands. I remove my panties off, bit by bit and leisurely, and then I let him rub and press and nudge his penis right into and outside my cunt before he to conclude with and at length last rams and bashes and pokes and positions it straight deep inside my vagina. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh! I am enjoying and delighting in all this. Are you not yourself? Are you not really? I close and shut my eyes momentarily, doing my very best to take in and collect all the immense pleasure and sweetness and contentment and gratification that Stian is bestowing and furnishing me with. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What is he? Paranormal and mystical or just what in particular? The way his penis makes contact and touch with my pussy twat makes me want to faint and pass out. Really! I am not telling cake lies here but the authentic and indisputable truth!
It is good…so good indeed…I can't imagine and even suppose that anything could be more good and pleasant and enjoyable than this. He is inside of me right now as I put in writing this to you, whipping and spanking and lashing pitilessly about, dancing and jigging and swaying and swinging and bending this side and that other. Yeah. Just like that. I reach for his buttocks behind and grab and hold them harder. It feels so awfully nice and enjoyable and pleasurable too. I mean it. I am about to orgasm…I am about to come. As I hold them all the tighter and more tighter, I draw closer and more closer towards my sexual ecstasy and climax, and the greater and more elevated and lofty my bliss and enjoyment becomes. For sure!
Oh my! This acute pleasure is too, too much; this glee and enchantment is for sure too high and sky-scraping for me to withstand and bear up. I am not cracking jokes here. I am so glad and in high spirits and cheerful I don't even know what will come off next and when and convincingly why. All I know and realize is that this pleasure is too great and grand for me to surrender and lay down my arms on.
As Stian places and sets his huge and immense thing into my pussy cunt, I feel a particular buzz and sort of thrill thump and have power over me. For a while; I am all weepy and howling and sobbing low-pitched and inaudibly. Then following that, as Stian gently and carefully shifts slightly but glowingly about, making a move like he is about to switch his dick out of me and return it quickly again, I shut my eyes, hovering and eating up the delight and delectation and satisfaction that he gives me. Yeah. This is it…this is it for sure.
"Stian," I wail and mewl out his name, mislaid and disappeared in happy and lascivious randy thoughts of my own. Yeah. I don't want to come or revert back into reality again. This is a fairy tale come true indisputably; slightly painful but really and incredibly satisfying and pleasurable indeed. I love it so very much. I surely and definitely do. Don't you?
Whenever Stian smacks and hits a butt of mine while having fun and frolicking about with my behind-entertaining and amusing himself about with my flesh-and-bones to be precise, or even when he just caresses and cuddles and strokes a boob or titty or breast of mine, pinching and squeezing my mammary glands and nipples themselves occasionally and now and then-I can't help it but go into an inexhaustible, undying phase and state of sweet-most, sugary-like orgasm.
"Do you like it, baby?" Stian inquires me whilst amusing and capering and frisking his hands about with my ass and my much-loved and priceless ass pit itself as well as my inestimable and dear vagina and clitoris itself. Holy goodness! It all feels and tastes so brilliant and divine indeed. I do not ever want this to break off or nip in the bud. Not at all. Hello? Is someone poring over these Warringal, nuts, and unfettered words of mine? Is someone scanning and deciphering all this?
In and out, in and out, Stian gently and coolly stirs his finger into and outside of my muff and pussy, burdening and ailing me with that fierce and excessive want and hankering to catch and seize and haul and wrest viciously and roughly that ever great and huge and gargantuan dick and humungous penis of his so that it strikes and batters and bashes and whacks and swats and belts into the very deepness and profundity of my crack and punani, bestowing and supplying me with all too much delectation and contentment that I cannot wholly and totally absorb and swill up. Or can I devour and consume it all? I don't think so myself…
"Stian," I weep and mewl out to him, all tears and wailing.
"Yes, Ragnhild," as he responds and takes the bait back to me, he talks and natters in a very treacle-like and euphonic voice that smashes and bursts and implodes about all my faculty and aura. My atmosphere and sensibility is so shattered and knocked for six right now that I don't ever think that it will be workable and feasible for it to mend and patch up again. Or is it?

my second

I woke the next morning at around 7.30 to an empty bed. I couldn't remember whether Chris had set his alarm for an early morning surf, but either way he'd managed to sneak off without disturbing me.
A quick shower found me emerging naked from the bathroom again. After yesterday you might think that was a little risky; but I knew the surf was better this morning and in any case my care factor about Ben getting a peak as I slipped into the bedroom was pretty low. Plus if the boys - or at least Ben - weren't home yet I had plans that didn't involve clothes.
The unit was still empty, so dropping my bathroom bag on the kitchen's island bench, I slipped still naked out onto the balcony.
The boys had done pretty well for themselves unit wise. The east facing balcony had a beautiful view across the road to the ocean where I could see a large cluster of guys riding the point break. It was an older style unit with the balcony surrounded by one of those lattice work brick walls; offering enough privacy to sunbake naked while still offering good views over the top of it while you did.
And it had to be conceded this morning was a glorious day for sunbaking. While I take care of my skin, at this early hour, especially allowing for daylight saving being in operation, I was willing to steal half an hour of indulgence. As for the boys, I'd be able to see them crossing the road so if I didn't want to get caught naked, I didn't have to.
I settled myself down on the sunlounge with one of those tourist magazines they leave in holiday units and motel rooms. But the fact was, although I tried focusing on it, I was too distracted. If I'd suffered from an initial disappointment at discovering Chris was a virgin, that had long passed. While Chris might not be capable of the marathon thrusting sessions more experienced guys can do, the fact was he was one of the most thoughtful and satisfying lovers I'd had in a long while.
With that, the animal magnetism towards each other we shared and the fact he was a really nice, entertaining guy, just thinking about him was enough to give me the hots. This morning with the sun warming my pussy at the same time, I was soon simply too aroused to focus on something as ordinary as a magazine; or at least a travel one.
Guys like Chris were always a problem for me. The more I found myself drawn to them, the more I found myself regretting the approach of their departure for home, the more I had to fight back a growing tide of fear of commitment or getting too close. It always tended to take the edge off what should have been a wonderful time.
He was only here for another five days. I was determined to make the most of it. But even more on that beautiful summer morning as my crutch ran hot and wet, I was desperate for him to come back to the unit; alone, preferably naked and rampant with an erection.
I was just fighting back a temptation to put my fingers down between my legs when the front door of the unit opened. I craned my head around to find it was Chris; dressed just in speedos, carrying a damp wetsuit and towel over his arm. Surprised I hadn't seen him cross the road and trying to find out if Ben was with him I asked "Hi, what are you doing home?"
"I got a fin chop in my board. I've been down fixing it so I'll have the board ready for tomorrow"
"That's a pity, but don't you have a spare board?"
"Yea, but this one's my favourite for this surf."
"Did you get some good rides first?"
"A few."
By this time Chris had crossed to the kitchen sink to wash the resin dust off his hands and I'd got up and gone back inside. As Chris bent over the kitchen sink, I came up behind him, wrapped my hands around his hips, lightly fondled his cock where it sat prominently in his speedos and asked "How'd you like another good ride?"
With the first touch Chris's cock had exploded into an erection. I'd amused myself by guiding it out horizontal over the kitchen bench instead of bringing it to an upright position, so now it was trapped that way by his swimmer material, stretching the material to bursting point.
Shaking the excess water off his hands, Chris spun around in my arms to face me, slipped his outstretched erection between my legs to bring it up against my naked crutch and embraced me in a prolonged kiss.
I'd just spent half an hour mentally taking myself half way to an orgasm and was about to stick my fingers between my legs to finish the job. This wasn't a time for a long foreplay. I was running hot and in need of some quick action. I slipped my hand between our bodies, pulled the drawstring on Chris's speedos and with a bit of effort given how it was jammed up against my crutch, pulled his erection out of his swimmers to let the latter drop to the floor and the former bounce back up against my crutch.
Then with our bodies still locked together, I dragged him over to the short edge of the kitchen's island bench.
From the moment I wrapped my arms around him and fondled his cock, I'd already planned my next move and measured him up for it against the bench. At an overall height of a tall 6'2", the base of Chris's cock fell a few inches above the height of the bench. As I reversed into the island bench, I hoped up onto it, lay back far enough to reach a condom out of my bathroom bag, sheathed him, guided him into penetrating me, and then lay back along the bench; initially wrapping my legs around his hips as he still stood on the floor.
Chris is as fast a learner as he was at dealing with my sudden sexual attack on him. Sliding his hands down over my breasts, across my stomach and down over my mons, the fingers of one hand quickly found my clit while the other returned to my nipples; alternating between them, while he started a slow thrusting movement.
Once I knew he was settled, one leg at a time, I unwrapped mine from around his hips and brought them up over his shoulder, letting me feel Chris penetrating me so far I thought he might start hitting my cervix. All the while he's holding himself deeply into me with the arm wrapped around my thigh as its hand fingered me and his thrusting grew harder and faster.
OMG it was good.
I'm ooh'ing and aar'ing away on the point of coming when Ben suddenly flings open the front door. Chris and I both turn our head to see him enter; but all I can think about, all I can say is "don't stop now". In fact at the time I didn't even know what Ben did after the initial sighting. Turning back to Chris I started vigorously thrusting and bouncing my hips against him, getting him to refocus on me and making sure he didn't lose any of the momentum of our lovemaking or the rigidity of his erection.
A moment later the most glorious orgasm burst into my clit and spread through my whole body, causing me to arch my back high into the air as I let out the most soulful prolonged "ooohh". This was no show for Ben, no exaggerated effects this time; everything was induced entirely by my uncontrolled bliss. I'd forgotten Ben might even be there. Giving myself a moment to savour my orgasm I then started bouncing against Chris again until he too exploded forth with an almighty groan and some massive thrusts as he emptied his loan into me.
Exhausted and drained by his efforts, I slipped my legs outside Chris's shoulders to let him bend over me and rest his head on my breasts until we both started giggling at our performances.
It was only about this time I thought "hang on, what happened to Ben". I suppose I just assumed he'd have the courtesy to close the door and wait outside until he was sure we'd finished. But no, as I turned towards the door, there he is standing in the open doorway, the top half of an erection peeking over his low slung boardies. As his eyes met mine he had the audacity to ask "I don't suppose you'd do a threesome?"
In unison Chris and I both let out a "no"; Chris not even looking up from his head's position between my breasts as he did so.
I wasn't going to let Ben spoil the tail end of such a wonderful experience or send us running naked into the bedroom, so I held Chris's head between my breasts, playing with his hair, until I felt him start to soften. As he pulled out, I pulled him up over me and give him a kiss, before releasing him to go to the bathroom and let him deal with the now full condom.
Chris was probably half way to the bathroom before I decided it was time for me to get up from the position I was in sprawled out on the kitchen bench like a side of beef about to be carved up. So I sat up, put my feet down on the floor and hoped off. Then acting as if Ben wasn't there, I walked over to the sink and had a glass of water.
Only then did I really look directly at Ben to say with a smile and a wink "we'd thought you'd be a little longer. Don't worry, I'll clean the bench down."
Finally, more with a wiggle of my bum than a false attempt at dignity, I ambled into the bedroom to put my bikini on.