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Come See Me

By: Allygirl69



The initiation is over and I'm just chilling in my room waiting for something exciting to happen. I'm sitting at my desk listening to music when I hear the door open and close. I think that it is Bri so I think nothing of it and continue to browse the internet. You come up behind me and place your big hands on my shoulders. I turn around quickly and am so excited to see your face standing behind me. I quickly stand up and give you a big hug. While my body is pressed to yours, I feel a bulge start to grow in your pants. I look up at your face and I can tell that all you want to do right now is to fuck me and suck my twat. You reach around and grab my head from behind and pull me close in and start to kiss me. I pull away and give you a flirty smile.

I go and sit back down in my chair. You start kissing the back of my neck while your hands run along the sides of my body. "God baby I have missed those curves of yours, your soft skin, and the way that you smell." you whisper in my ear. I start to shudder as I feel your warm breath on the back of my neck. You lift up my shirt and start rubbing my titties. I open my legs slightly and you start moving your hand down to my pussy. But I quickly shut them. I can tell that you are getting anxious.

I spin around on the chair so that I am facing you. I can tell that you want it so badly, but I want you to get overwhelmed and start ripping off my clothes and fucking me like a savage. So I wait. And tease. 

As I am facing you I pull your body in closer and pull your head down and kiss you gently, licking your lips and the corners of your mouth. I run my hands over your chest and down to your cock in your pants. You grab my hand and hold it on it, but I move it away. You reach for the buttons on your pants and start to undo them but I move your hands away. Finally you just can't take it anymore. You pick me up and throw me on the bed. I am so turned on right now. I love it when you take over. You get on the bed with me and start kissing me harder and harder while your hands run wild all over my body.

I can feel my pussy get wetter and wetter. I want to be fucked so badly but I don't let it show. You lift my shirt above my head and tie it to the bed post so that I can't move my hands. Then you slow down and start to tease me. You rub tickle my chest then move your mouth slowly down to my nipples and breathe on them then flick them with your tongue. I can't move. I can feel my clit getting hotter and hotter. Then you start sucking on them harder and making my body wriggles with pleasure. Then you slowly take off my pants and instantly you can smell my pussy. I can see your cock getting harder and harder by the second. You open my legs and spit on my cunt. Then you take your finger and work it in circles on m clit. I start moaning and trying to move my hips so that you do it harder and faster. But I can't move. You tease me a bit more before you pop a mint in your mouth and go down and lick up my twat. God baby I want it so bad right now, but pussy is so wet just thinking about it, imagine how much wetter you can make it. After licking it a few times you start sucking on my clit and I can't control myself.

"I want to suck you cock right now." I say. You just keep going and sucking my pussy, making it cool and then hot again. Then you start to finger it really slowly working all of your fingers into it. As you finger me, you use your other hand to take your pants and underwear off. You start fingering me harder and harder until I bust all over. You take my juices and rub them all over your cock; I keep telling you how badly I want to suck your cock. So you put it above me so I can get at your balls.

I start licking them and then sucking on them and I try to get at your cock but you won't let me. I want to suck it so bad my mouth is salivating. You slap your dick across my face and I try to get at it. Then you go back down and put the tip of your cock against my clit and rub it. My pussy starts to get wet again. Then you start working it in and out of my pussy and I want to be fucked. And I mean FUCKED. Soon you just start pounding my pussy harder and harder. You flip me over and fuck me from behind. Then you untie me and we move to the chair and I am on top. 

My tits are bouncing as I am getting off on your cock... I can feel it so deep inside me... I move up and down on it then I move my hips in circles and reach around and rub your balls. You just sit there and watch me. Then I move around so that my ass faces you and you slap it so hard that it leaves a hand print on it. I keep going harder and harder. Then I get off and sit on the desk and open my legs for you to see my pussy real well. You scoot up the chair and start eating my pussy. I throw my head back as you lick my twat real good. Then you stand up and start fucking me on the desk. I can tell that you are about to cum and I know that I am going to cum for the 3rd time. You keep going harder and harder. Then right when you are about to cum you pull out and I jack you off as you finger me. I spray my cum all over you and you cum all over me. Then we get up and head to the shower where we wash each other off and say "HI".

Come See the Game



"Why don't you all come and see the game at my place on Saturday?" invited Eddy.

The consensus was that this would be a fine idea. Eddy had converted his basement to what he called a media room, but what anyone else would call a man's hideaway. He had mounted a big plasma screen on one wall and put in a pool table and a fridge. We had to supply our own beer of course, but with six of us contributing we'd be able to mix the drinks up a bit.

I was the first to arrive on the Saturday, and so I copped the initial chill. Eddy's wife, Jasmine, hadn't been asked about the little get together, apparently, and had made alternative plans that Eddy had ditched without a qualm. She was livid and Eddy was oblivious.

When I arrived Jasmine invited me in. The words she spoke sounded reasonable, but there was a chill in them that made me look up at the sky to see if snow was falling. Jasmine was being icily correct, directing her husband's guest down to the media room. (You may have noticed I said her husband's guest, not hers.)

Jasmine, what can I say about Jasmine? She was about twenty five, slender but with a pair of prominent attributes. When she was walking away from you, you found your eyes automatically following that swaying bottom and wishing. Today she was wearing yoga pants and a tight top. It was an odd situation. She was walking around looking like a Playboy fantasy, while icicles formed in the air around her.

When I met Eddy downstairs I thought that maybe I'd imagined the chill coming from Jasmine. Like I said, he seemed completely oblivious to it.

Then Brian and Mark fronted up, Mark winking to me, hitching a thumb in Jasmine's direction and making hot, hot, hot, signs. They didn't seem to notice any ice.

Shortly after the others arrived and I put Jasmine out of my mind while we settled down to watch the game, which soon proved to be rather boring from my point of view. It's odd, but I always get bored watching a game where my team is losing. Does that ever happen to you?

Just after quarter time I needed the bathroom, but the one in the basement was already in use, so Eddy told me to just run upstairs to the main bathroom. So I went, went when I got there, washed my hands and started to return to the game. That's when Jasmine struck again.

As I stepped out of the bathroom Jasmine swept past me and in. Conspicuously straightening the towel I'd used and checking the room generally as though I might have turned it into a pigsty in my brief visit.

Now the correct way to handle a situation where your host's wife is being rude and obnoxious, is to smile politely and pretend you don't notice anything is amiss.

So I smiled politely and said, "Jeez, Jasmine. What is your problem? You're snarling around the place like a bear with a sore tooth."

"I'm sorry?" she comes back at me. "I'm not sure what you mean?"

"I mean that you're acting as though I'm carrying the plague and that the slightest bit of civility will cause you to catch it," I said.

"I am being perfectly polite," she told me, ice literally forming on the walls as she spoke.

"Why bother? You're not fooling anyone. If you want to have a go at someone, go right ahead, but if you're thinking of trying it on me take a friendly bit of advice. Don't."

"Or what?" she challenged. "You'll run crying to Eddy?"

"Now why would I bother Eddy about a silly little thing like you being rude and disrespectful?" I asked. "No, I'd just smack your bottom and tell you to behave and leave you to go running crying to Eddy for protection."

It appeared I'd finally got through to her. She wasn't trying to hide the fact that she was angry and spoiling for a fight.

"You wouldn't dare, you great oaf," she said. "Eddy would kill you. Not that I need him to handle the likes of you."

"Eddy would laugh," I told her, "and say it probably serves you right. And you couldn't even begin to handle me, so don't get carried away by your fantasies."

"Ooh, big man," Jasmine sneered at me. "All talk and no action, I think."

Have you ever noticed how some people have to learn the hard way? You can give them a gentle hint and it will be ignored. You can flat out tell them and still they'll push. It seemed that Jasmine was in that sort of mood.

I pressed against Jasmine's shoulder, getting her to turn to face the bathtub.

"Bend over and put your hands on the side of the bath," I told her.

Jasmine did so, thinking she was calling my bluff. We'd see who backed off first.

So there we were, Jasmine bent over, pretty little tush temptingly presented and her head turned to look at me, daring me to do anything about it. If she was expecting me to just give her a quick smack to the bottom or even to back off, she must have been disappointed with what followed.

I ran my hand lightly over her bottom and then hooked my thumbs in the top of her yoga pants and started pulling them down, slowly, so she had plenty of time to protest. I'm not sure which of us was more surprised as I just kept pulling them lower, firstly starting to expose her bottom and then, by collecting her panties on the way down, stripping her from the waist to the knees.

Now Jasmine was bent over with pretty little naked tush temptingly presented, and because she had been standing with her legs slightly apart, her bare pussy was also on display. 

Her head was still turned to watch what I was doing and this time when I ran my hand over her bottom she flinched slightly, and when my hand drifted slightly lower and cupped her mound she jumped slightly.

"I thought you said you were going to smack it," she reminded me.

I just grinned at her, and then my hand came down with a swift spank on her bottom. 

"Consider that a warning to behave yourself," I told her.

Sarcasm ruled her answer. It was a case of "Oh, wow. You smacked my bottom. I am so upset. I must go and complain to Eddy. I've been hit harder swatting a mosquito that landed on me," she derided.

"Don't let it worry you," I told her. "You'll find you're getting it a lot harder in a few moments."

As she was watching me she could see that I was now undoing my zip, and she started to blush as I pulled out my cock, half erect and rising fast. She looked at what I was now revealing and then her head snapped to the front, not looking.

But she didn't move, nor did she protest. She stayed there, bent over the bathtub, presenting her bottom and pussy to me.

I rubbed her pussy, feeling its heat. Slipping a finger inside I was surprised to find that Jasmine was already wet. I rubbed inside her any way, waking her pussy up a bit more, reminding it of what could happen.

Withdrawing my finger, I used both hands to spread her lips slightly. Moving forward I pressed the head of my erection lightly against her lips and pushed in. Just a little. Just enough for her lips to be able to close on the head of my cock. Just far enough to signal earnest intent and if she was going to say no, now was the time.

I don't know why Jasmine didn't say no. Did she think I was bluffing and get taken by surprise, or did she want it as a counter to her anger and frustration? Whatever the reason she stayed silent, but her body responded, starting to press back against me, demanding I enter.

Instead of pushing forward, I pushed Jasmine's top up. Up and over those lovely breasts that were suddenly dangling before me, waiting for my hands, and my hands accepted them.

Holding her breasts firmly, I started to press forward more forcefully, sliding swiftly into Jasmine. As I moved fully into her, my groin pressing forcefully against hers, she finally broke her silence with a drawn out "Yessss" and a loud gasp.

I withdrew slowly then drove forward with a hard thrust, our bodies slapping together. 

As I thrust into Jasmine, I reprimanded her for her behaviour, every comment I made being backed up by a hard slap of body meeting body. She seemed to be in agreement with this mode of lecture, as she willing offered herself up to me, her hips adding impetus to the way our bodies slapped together.

We were both a bit too excited and a bit too eager for it to last long. (Probably a good thing, because the game was still on. It might be a bit embarrassing if someone came upstairs because it was half time.)

I was enjoying the sensation of thrusting my cock into Jasmine's willing pussy. She was tight and hot, wet and eager, and we came together as though we had done this a hundred times before. Too soon I was coming, and I considered myself fortunate that Jasmine was coming at the same time. I slammed hard into her, spilling my seed and feeling her shuddering with her own climax. 

Jasmine squeaked as she came, the noise escaping her despite an attempt to be silent. The full blooded scream that she wanted to give would have been a bit hard to explain away.

Finally we were both standing still again, still joined but no longer moving. Slowly I withdrew and laughed to myself. At least we were in the right place for a quick clean-up.

Standing Jasmine up, I turned her to face me before she dressed herself.

"I want to see you first," I told her softly, my eyes running over her nakedness.

"I have to go back to the game, or they will wonder what's keeping me. You need to tidy up and relax a little. Make yourself a cup of tea or come down and have a beer with us."

I headed back down to joins the others, and it appeared the game was now a lot more interesting. (My team was winning.)

Eddy quirked an eyebrow at me. I told him I'd stopped to chat with Jasmine for a minute.

"I told her she needs to bend a little," I said. "She makes things hard for herself at times. She needs to relax and take what comes, meeting it half way. I also invited her to come and have a beer with us."

Eddy grinned. "She's more likely to have tea or coffee. She was feeling a bit irked as she had wanted to go shopping or something and I wanted to watch the game. She'll cool down."