0 comments/ 21065 views/ 0 favorites Wake Me By: BM6ft4in It's raining outside. Your boss is yelling again and your computer is frozen. Out of frustration you leave your desk, head outside to grab something to eat and hail a cab. Despite your heavy coat a chill runs through your body as the winter winds swirl around you. A part of you wonders why you live in this god forsaken town. A cab pulls up to the curb and you hop in. The cab driver asks you if you would like another drink. The stewardess hands you your drink and out your window you see nothing but miles and miles of crystal blue water. Dolphins trail the wake of the plane as it makes it's way through the water. A gentle breeze flows through your hair seemingly massaging your temples as southerly wind fills the sails and propels the boat silently through crystal blue waters. You lean back in the lounge chair and feel the sun shed its warmth on your naked body. With the sun on your body, the sand beneath you . You look up at the clouds and feel their soft caress on your leg. Your mind focuses on the sensation of them traveling down your leg and back up again. You feel them as they round the curve of your ass, loiters for a moment on your hip and makes their way to the base of your neck. You feel a familiar presence start to caress and massage your breasts. It works them slowly at first, but increases pace as you feel a strong arousal start to build in you. You try to get a glimpse of what is causing the wonderful sensations but all you see is darkness as your nipples are being massaged and tweaked just the way you like it. Instinctively you thrust your hips back and are rewarded by the sensation of feeling a warm metal rod against the small of your back. The heat and firmness of the rod should be painful, but instead something about it arouses you even more. There is a familiarity there. You can feel your own heat starting to well up between your legs like a furnace. You feel a nibbling on your neck, sending gentle waves of pleasure though your body. Again you try to see what is causing it, but all you see is darkness. You feel the rod slide in between your legs. It's heat pressed against your heat slowly sliding back and forth. You can feel your warmth starting to part, welcoming the rod into your heat. Suddenly you are awake and aware that you are not on a beach anymore and that you are in fact in your bedroom. You also quickly discover that the dream of being penetrated wasn't just a dream and that the sensations you were dreaming about was me sliding slowly into your moistness. You hear me marveling at how wet you already are. I start to pull back slowly, savoring the sensations racing through me while I withdraw. But you are not having any of that and thrust your hips back into me, taking me back deep inside of you. We quickly get into a rhythm and the room is filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together. Wanting more penetration we quickly switch to our favorite position wit you on top. I put my hands on your hip and slide into your moistness. Moving just my hips position myself inside of you so that with every thrust the head of my cock cresses your g-spot. It stokes the already glowing fire deep inside of you. You can feel it starting to build up, ready to burst and spread throughout your entire body. Inside of you I can feel your orgasm starting to build. You mash your hips down onto me and add your own thrust with mine. The room once again fills with the sounds of our bodies coming together. At this point the walls could fall down and I don't think either one of us would notice. Feeling you aroused this way stokes the already blazing fires of my own arousal even more. You feel me starting to stiffen inside of you, a sure sign that I am about to explode. It is enough to send you over the edge feel your orgasm wash over you. It's too much for me to bear and my own damn burst deep inside of you. We collapse into each other, exhausted from the expenditures of our arousal. Your breast pressed flat against my chest, nipples still hard from excitement, and my hands reflexively caressing your back. To me this is almost better than the sex itself. You hear me say something about that was amazing and ask what were you dreaming about? While you tell me about your dream, still inside of you, I can feel the post orgasm tremors still running through you. I find this so arousing and you can feel me starting to get hard again inside of you. I slowly start to thrust my hips, careful not to pop out before I am fully aroused again. Once aroused we rollover so that you are on your back now. You rest your feet on my shoulders as I slowly work my way in and out of you. The sounds of our mixed juices can be heard in the quiet of the night. As the sensitivity of your orgasm fades away I can feel you starting to ad your thrust to mine and take it as a sign to increase my own pace. It's only a matter of minutes before the sound of our bodies coming together once again fills the room. However this time we are both wide awake and the sound of our passions is accompanied by the verbalizations of our pleasure to each other. It doesn't take long before we both explode again onto each other and collapse in a tangled heap of spent passion and affection for each other. Not a bad way to wake up if you ask me... Wake Me A soft sigh as I stretch in my sleep, a finger coming to rest on my bottom lip. My dreams are filled with images of the sun dappled leaves in the wood and stolen moments with you. Your fingers brushing my hair back from my face, which I raise to catch a kiss. Muted moans of pleasure as your lips touch my throat, a soft laugh as I feel your teeth nipping. I raise my hand to your face, palm grazing over stubble. Eye lashes flutter and I know you are here......... My arms slip around your neck, pulling you to me, locking my lips on yours I drink in the taste of you. "Turn over," you murmur against my mouth. Hands gentle as you turn me, fingers brushing the underside of my breast, caressing my hips. A soft little sigh as I settle into the pillows on the bed. "I...," the words start............ "I know," you finish. Your fingers tangling in my hair as you catch it in a knot, exposing my neck, lips brushing over the sensitive skin. My nipples stiffen against the cotton sheet, every breath rubbing the delicate nubs against the fibres. Tongue flicking against my flesh, you elicit a series of soft moans. Warm oil dribbled down my spine, that heady scent permeating the air. Your thumbs brush over the vertebrae in my neck and I feel like I'll melt into you. My pussy so moist, so hot that I part my thighs, releasing its fragrance. Your thumbs increase their pressure, stroking into my hair and then down to my shoulders. Fingers splayed as your hands smooth over my skin. Soft sighs and moans as you stroke me, my skin tingling under your touch. I feel your thumbs skimming over my spine, from the base of my neck to the dimples at the base of my back. Dipping into the dimples and working their way back up to my shoulders. My body moves under your hands. The pressure of your fingertips, the warmth of your touch, I love being explored by you, the goosebumps on my skin, the way I tremble. Your hands caress my back, stopping at the curve of my hips. Thumbs brushing over the crevice between my buttocks, fingers clasping my firm flesh. I feel the heat of your breath at the base of my spine, a soft lick, your tongue descending to probe between my cheeks. Hands grasping my arse as your tongue brushes over my rosebud. Feel my body, the way I shiver, the incandescence of my skin. Hear my moans, your name on my lips. Kisses, as your lips are replaced with your thumb, nail scratching over my sensitive skin. Working the oil into my arse, your thumb circles, slowly pressing, I moan as you slip into me. Leaning forwards, your lips grazing my buttock, teeth nipping, my hips thrust back against you. As you have me, your fingers slip into the wet folds of my pussy, pressing my clit as your thumb works its way deeper. I can't help but squirm against your fingers, my hands clutching the sheet, the fire in my blood blazing. Your finger eases in alongside your thumb and your breath makes my pussy spasm. The rasping of your tongue over my clit, flicking at my sensitised flesh, the feeling of your fingers in my arse. Take my hard pearl between your lips and feel me cum, flooding your mouth with my juices, my body shuddering, groaning your name into the soft pillow. My hunger for you inflames me, I have to touch you, to feast on you. Rolling over quickly I trap you between my thighs, my hands still trembling as I struggle with the fastening of your pants. Your soft chuckle as you assist me is the only thing that prevents me from ripping them open. Lips parting on a moan of delight as I slip my fingers under the fabric and grasp your cock, hard and straining in my hand. Pushing your pants down your thighs, I need to see as well as feel you. Tongue licking my bottom lip as your cock is exposed, hard and thick, my hand stroking the shaft. With the other hand I cup your balls, weighing their weight in my palm, rubbing over the skin with my thumb, squeezing gently as I feel your cock stiffen further. You know that I want to feel my lips stretched around your shaft, sucking you into the moistness of my mouth. Palms pressing over my nipples, you massage in slow circular motions, the sensitive bud blushing with darker colour. A squeal of protest as you push me, to lie flat on the bed, my hair tangled across the pillows. Pressing yourself down on top of me, your cock hard against my stomach and your lips hard against mine, your tongue slips into my mouth as you swallow my moan of desire. Tongues duel, lips crush, fingers grasp, so much longing expressed in one kiss. Lips trailing down my throat, your fingers brushing the sides of my breasts, my neck arching in response. The wetness of your tongue as you lick over my breastbone, pausing to place a kiss between my breasts. Thumbs now rubbing over my nipples, the hardened nubs tingling, your fingers kneading the pale flesh of my breasts, pushing them together. The heat of your mouth clapped around one nipple, sucking and tugging at the flesh. Arching my back, hands grasping your head, pulling you closer. Your mouth devouring both nipples, tongue laving them, sucking both into your mouth. A hand slips under me, fingers biting into my arse, rolling onto your back and pulling me to lie astride you. The dripping heat of my pussy pressed against your stomach, your mouth firmly attached to my nipples. The air filled with moans and the sound of you suckling my flesh. Grasping your cock in one hand I move back against you, pulling away from your mouth. Sliding the tip of your cock between my pussy lips, letting you feel my wetness, my heat. I bite down hard on my lower lip as your cock rubs against my pebble-hard clit. Over and over I use your cocktip to massage my clit, your fingers biting into my thighs, your hips thrusting. A growl rumbling in your chest as with a small thrust I capture the head of your cock in my cunt. I'm so wet, so hot, so tight, clenching around you as I start to fuck, my hand still holding your shaft, controlling how much of your cock I take. Slipping off your cock and further down your body, my hand once again grasps your hard flesh, fingers tight. Lips pressed to the tip, softly parted, my tongue flicking over your sensitive skin, licking the underside of your shaft in one long stroke. Flickering over the skin of your balls, eliciting groans of approval, then slowly kissing back up your shaft to draw the head into the warmth of my mouth. Cheeks hollowing, lips stretched around your cock, my hair tickling your balls with every move. One long moan vibrating around you and my lips descend forcing you against the back of my throat. Tightening my lips around your shaft as I draw back, before plunging you back into my mouth. Over and over I take you, suck you. Fingers around the base of your cock, thumbtip rubbing your balls, I can feel the tension in your body, your hips thrusting. Holding my lips against the head, my tongue fluttering against your responsive cock. I want to make you cum in my mouth, to taste your essence, to swallow every drop, but not just yet. I drop a kiss, a little nip, onto your stomach, shifting my position so that I once more straddle your hips, this time squatting, rather than on my knees. Seizing your cock and holding you firm I lower myself, so that the head of your cock presses against my asshole. Biting my lower lip and holding your gaze, I push down. Your eyes drop, absorbing the image, as I press down a little harder. A long low moan spills from my lips as I feel you breach my body, the head of your cock in the tight grasp of my ass. My breath quickening, tits rising and falling, I ease more of your cock into me. Slowly taking all of you, inch by inch, my tightness being stretched. There, I have all of you, throbbing and twitching in my asshole, my cock-filled ass and pussy on full display to you. Bracing my hands on my knees, I rise, until I hold only your tip, before lowering myself slowly. With each downward move I feel you filling me. "I have to fuck you, I need to." Your response I see in your eyes, a hunger, lust burning in your veins. Faster and faster I rise and fall, my ass consuming you. My tits bouncing with every move, glowing in the candlelight. Your growls and moans meld with mine in the air, filling the room. A fine sheen glistens on my skin. On the edge and so close, I can feel the tremble of my thighs, the clamouring of my body to climax. A fingertip slips over my clit, circling the sensitive nub, my fingernail flicking. Head thrown back I take your cock deep as my stomach clenches, muscles tauten and full to the brim with you I start to shudder. The spasms ripping through my cunt are so deep, so intense. My ass muscles clenching your cock so tightly, your hands grabbing at me as you feel the familiar tightening of your balls, your cock twitching in my ass as you flood me with your cum. A scream ripped from my lips, your name gasped onto the air. Taking every drop of spunk, my ass milking your cock as I fall onto your chest, still shaking. Your arms wrapped around me, your lips in my hair as with a final spasm you feel hot juices trickling over your balls. Wake Me in Pleasure The lights are dim throughout the house when you get home, so you know I'm asleep. As you stand in the doorway, there is enough light coming through to see me on the bed. I am wearing the white satin and lace nightgown you love. I am lying on my stomach in the middle of the bed, arms stretched above my head. One of my legs is bent, which has pulled the nightgown up to my ass. You can see I am not wearing any panties. Your cock starts to twitch and harden. You undress quickly and quietly. You slowly crawl onto the bed and gently lay down over me. You start kissing my shoulders and arms, lightly and sweetly. You run your hands up my arms, down my back, over my ass, and along my legs. You can feel me starting to stir. It shouldn't be long before I'm awake. Your hands start lightly massaging their way back up my legs and you stop to kiss and lick along the way. You rub my inner thighs, barely grazing my pussy lips. I've already started getting wet. My hips starting to move. Your hands slide along my back and reach around to my breasts. With one in each hand, you squeeze, rubbing my nipples hard against your rough palms. You lay your body on mine, thrusting your cock slightly against my ass. I turn my head and look sleepily at you while pushing back to feel you against me. You lean up and kiss me, our tongues lazily curling around each other. I love the weight of you against me, pinning me onto the bed. Your hands on my breasts shoot waves of pleasure to my pussy. You take one hand and move it down my stomach. You run your fingers through my hair, then cup me and press hard. A finger slips between my outer lips and starting teasing my clit. It is so wet down there. Your finger slides up and down so easily. One finger, then two, slip into my pussy, pressing against me. Your palm grinds against my clit. I groan and start rotating my hips. The sensation of your cock against my ass and your finger between my legs is making me crazy. As my moans get louder, you ease your fingers out to stop me from cumming. I growl in frustration. You chuckle and kiss me again. I arch my back and shift my legs out so that your cock falls between my legs and rubs against my pussy. The motion of my hips causes the head of your cock to bump my clit, sending electric charges up and down my spine. I try to angle my hips to get you inside, but your weight prevents me from moving the way I need to. I try to squeeze my thighs together to press you harder against me, but again you prevent it. Once more, as I am about to cum, you back away. The teasing has gotten to be too much. "Damn it, will you just fuck me already!" This was what you were waiting for. You put one hand on my stomach to lift my hips higher then shift your knees under me. The head of your cock pushes against my entrance. You slowly ease in, stretching and filling me almost to the point of pain. I start trying to get on my hands and knees. You press your weight against me, your hands holding onto mine to keep me pressed to the bed. Your tongue licks across my shoulder blade to the beginning of my neck. Your mouth opens, your teeth lightly scrape my skin. Your cock slowly pulls out, leaving just the head in. Suddenly, your teeth bite down as you thrust hard and get as deep into my pussy as you can go. I scream and push against you as much as I can. You thrust again, and again, keeping my neck between your teeth. The feel of you, all over me, thrusting, filling me so deeply. But it's not enough. "I need more!" You sit up, pulling me with you. My legs fall to the side of yours, giving me the leverage I need. With one hand on my breasts, the other across my hips, you help me lift off and slam back onto your cock. Our pace quickens, the thrusts get harder and faster. The hand around my waist moves to my clit. You stroke and pinch it. My body jerks in pleasure. I scream as I begin to cum. My pussy spasms furiously around your cock. You thrust a few more times, then begin to cum. As our orgasms die down, we fall to the bed. Our bodies still together. Oh god, it felt so good. I always want to be woken up this way. Wake Me Please As I found myself coming out of my slumber this morning I was thinking of you. I imagined that I was asleep in your bed, your scent surrounding me. I felt you come into bed, my body warm and welcoming to you. You slid in beside me and I nestled into the crook of your arm, my hand coming to rest on top of your heart and my leg draped over yours. I feel your fingers tracing a line down my spine and it sends shivers through me, making me press against you a little more. When I pull back to give you more room, your arm holds me where I am. I place a kiss above your nipple and let my hand slide down your body coming to rest on top of your leg; my fingers tracing circles up and down your leg finding their way up to your stomach. Your left hand reaches up and pushes my hair out of my face. It slowly follows my jaw line, then my neck, pausing for a moment above my breasts. Slowly your hand caresses the top of first one then the other, my breath catches in my throat. You pull away from me to give your hand better access; your right arm still lies around me, holding me close, as if I would leave you now. Leaning back I look up at you, my hand moving up to cup the back of your head and pull you to me. Before my eyes flutter closed, I see that grin you some times get when I am being forward. Gently my lips find yours, with a heart beat that quickens, my tongue darts out to trace the line of your upper lip. I can't help the little sigh that escapes my lips when your hands find their way into my hair and you press your body into mine. Very suddenly the mood has changed; your hands are still gentle as they travel up and down my body, only now there is impatience in them. You roll over so that your body is on top of mine; you are cradled now between my thighs, pressing into me. My sigh's turn to soft moans as I feel your passion for me; and even I am finding it hard to be gentle with you. Your voice is deep and husky as you say my name, and I wrap my legs around you, keeping you close to me. You pull away and I arch my back wanting to stay with you. Your lips find my neck and gently bite down on the most sensitive area your can. A gasp escapes my lips and my nails run down your back. I turn my head and take the lobe of your ear between my teeth, using my tongue I suck it gently into my mouth. This time it is your turn to gasp, a smile comes to my lips and I feel you reach behind me to pull my nightgown up over my head. I pull away from you, letting my legs drop to your sides as you free me of this barrier between us. As soon as I am free I wrap my legs and arms around you once more, I love the feel of our bodies together. Your skin warm against mine, the only thing that is better are your lips on mine when you are buried so deep inside. I run my fingers up your spine and into your hair, pulling you down to me locking my lips with yours. Our tongues meet and our passions meld. Reaching down you remove your shorts, and this time when I wrap my legs around you, you push up into me. The feel of you inside me takes my breath away and for a moment all that I can do is hold on to you. When I open my eyes I find you looking down at me with that intensity I have seen no where else; you smile at me and thrust ever so gently. My eyes close once again, the pleasure almost more than I can bear. My hands find there way into your hair and I pull your head down to mine sucking your lower lip into my mouth. This time it's you who whose hands find their way into my hair. You hold on to me with such a ferocity, pushing up into me, holding me close as you try to get even closer. I push you back to free myself, and just as your look turns to one of confusion I pull my leg up and rest it on your shoulder. That look turns to one of delight as you lean down into me. One of your hands moves down my body and cups my backside, pulling it up into you as you press down deep inside me. The other hand remains firmly entwined in my hair, your lips battling mine, our tongues entwined. My heart beat quickens with each thrust of your body. I wrap my ankle around your neck and press up into you just as shudders wrack my body. You feel so wonderful inside me, my body spasms and I clasp you to me. When I open my eyes I see you smiling down at me. "Does that feel good?" you ask. "Um, don't stop," is my reply as my hips press up into you once more. You groan deep in your throat and the mind blowing thrusts continue. I love to watch you as you do this with me, I can see the desire, the passion as it dances over your face. As your excitement grows so does the strength of your thrusts, you move my leg from your shoulder and bring my knees up to my chest. Pulling out just enough to make me resist your leaving me, you laugh when I beg you not to stop. Again you thrust into me, this time not stopping for anything, and for the second time you push me over the edge. Only this time you don't stop you keep pushing into me. The feeling of you is driving me crazy, I long to feel you come for me. I want to feel you loose all control the way that you make me loose control. I wrap my legs around you and run my nails along your back. Your body tenses in my arms and with all the built up passion you thrust one final time. I watch your face as the pleasure envelops you. As you come back down to reality I wrap my arms around you. Looking up at you with desire still in my eyes, I ask, "Does that feel good, baby?" Wake Me Up I didn't think I had fallen asleep, but I guess I had, because he woke me up. His hand gently lighted on my shoulder, the warmth of him reminding me that my skin was chilled. "Mmmmmmm that feels nice" I murmur. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." "Its ok, I was barely asleep." "Barely sounds good," he quipped, moving his hand down my back to caress one buttock. His hand moved gently over my backside, swirling slightly to catch the curves. "May I have your permission to touch skin?" "Yes," I chuckle, "of course you may touch skin." His fingers were sneaking under my nightshirt before I'd even finished speaking. They were warm with that inner heat he always seems to carry around with him, but his caresses were sparking fires that would blaze much hotter. Over and around my butt and back they swirled, moving faster now to a cadence I could only feel through his touch. Then suddenly, as if the song had ended, his hand stopped, cupping one side of my butt. He let out a low, barely audible groan. "Oh, this feels so good, " he muttered to himself. He gently squeezed one cheek, then the other. The he brushed his fingers lightly into that crevice between my legs, tickling my pubic hairs. I rolled completely onto my stomach, opening my legs slightly to allow him better access. "Yes, that is better, " he coached me. "Let me just inspect the goods." His fingers started to move through my hairs with more firmness and purpose. I obliged with some quiet murmurs of pleasure, those words that are not words but speak to a lover. One finger rewarded me with a dip down to the skin, caressing my lower lips along the slit. He was purposefully teasing and prodding, and it felt heavenly. His finger painted a path along and around my lips, sending waves of warmth which started to reach my toes. I shifted on the bed again, pulling up my nightshirt further and bending one knee so his access was more complete. He groaned quietly, putting one thick finger in between my lips and finding the moisture he was hoping would be there. "Have you been thinking about this?" He asked, deftly spreading my moisture around and over my slit. "Welllllll," I acquiesce, "maybe a little." "Did you think about . . . . . this?" His now wet finger left my trembling lips to find the bud of my anus, caressing it lightly. "Oh, my, I've been thinking about THAT for a long time," I admit. His finger went back to my wetness, dipping and weaving around my labia, tantalizing and collecting moisture. Then he returned to my back door, taking moisture with him, painting it as if he were . . . . oh god, was he priming the pump? "Yes, you said you had been thinking about trying anal sex sometime. You've spoken to me about that on several occasions, but we always seemed to get distracted by the familiar." He spoke now with specific intent, as if he'd been thinking and planning this for a while. During his frank discussion, his finger kept up it's sensuous dance, dipping for moisture and painting my rosebud. I shifted again, bending my other knee slightly and raising my backside up a bit, spreading my legs to allow him better access to my nether regions. "Mmmm," I growl deep in my throat as he finally dipped that moistened finger slightly into my backdoor. "Oh, that feels good?" he asked, in mock surprise. His finger flew away again, swirling around my now parted lips, finding this openness to be alluring, even with the promise of something new beckoning him. But no, his finger returned, bringing more moisture and new determination. He slid his finger in further this time and left it there as I let out another quiet moan. I groaned outright when he started pumping slowly, moving his finger in and out. My knees bent of their own accord, lifting my backside up further from the bed in response. He chuckled at his success, and shifted his own body. I glance over, finally, to see him. I could see his smug look of satisfaction in the moonlight streaming through the window. I cast my eyes over his body and saw that this was arousing him as much as it was me. I reached out one hand to touch his erection. "Oh no," he said, moving my hand away from it's prize, "we are not going to be distracted this time." His fingers left my backside for a moment as he leaned over the side of the bed to reach something. He came back with a small bottle of lube and snapped it open. "I don't want anything to be the least bit uncomfortable for you, honey. You just relax as much as you can, and enjoy." I turned my head back to the pillow as he was starting to drip some lube on my hole. Drip Drip Like sweet, erotic water torture . . . until his finger came back, smoothing the lubricant around my hole and in. In the finger went again, finding the passage more accommodating this time. Soon, he coaxed a second finger in. I adjusted myself to prop my backside out even further, bending my knees toward my chest and groaning again. I'd had his one finger in there before, and we'd used a slender, smooth vibrator there before, but two of his thick, almost rough fingers was a new delight. He pumped them in and out, bringing more lube with every thrust. Then, in the blink of an eye, his fingers were gone. I gasped at the suddenness of it and looked around. He had gotten up on his knees behind me now, his erection quivering in the light from the moon outside, pointing toward my back door. I watched him pour some lube on his cock, stroking himself to apply it. Then he placed the head of his cock on my prepared opening. I could feel him there, asking entrance but not willing to take it. He moved his cock around a little, pouring more lube on and making circles around my hole. Then he was there again, knocking on the door. His erection was very hard, making me groan with the promise of what it could give me. I flexed my thighs slightly, and rocked back into him, begging. Slowly, he moved his hips forward and guided his dick into my anus. His fingers had loosened me just enough to allow the lubricant to do it's job. He made a pain-free entrance, putting his cock head into my canal. Oh my god, it was amazing. He had officially taken my anal cherry. He stilled there for a moment, allowing my ass to adjust to his size. Then he slowly pressed forward again, bringing another inch inside . . . and another . . . and another . . . slowly sinking deep to the hilt of his shaft. I could feel his balls against my wet, trembling lips, but the feel of him inside me at last, in that place that had been preserved for so many years . . . thankfully he stilled so that we could both savor the moment. Then . .. was it just a second or a whole day later? . . . he moved his hips back again, pulling out to the head, then slowly sliding back in. "Mmmmmmmmmm that is amazing" I murmured. "Don't stop." "Oh don't worry. I will not be stopping now until the fat lady sings." "What song do you request?" "Oh cut it out - you know it is just an expression. You aren't fat, my love. You are . . . . ample." I started to laugh at that, but groaned instead as he thrust, with obvious change of rhythm, deeper into me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back as he thrust again. Bracing myself with my elbows, I ground back into him, reveling in the power of good sex. "Oh, Mike . . . . oh god . . . that is amazing!" I shouted as he continued his purposeful thrusting. I stretched my arms out in front of me to use the wall as support. He was pounding me now, and we were both groaning with the startling pleasure and animal instinct it unleashed. My brain felt like small fireworks were exploding inside my synapses. Closing my eyes, I could have sworn I was seeing the sparks flying through my head. Holding my hands out to the wall for support I continued to push back into him with every thrust. "You are so tight," he grunted out as he was pounding me "so . . . very . . . tight." I reached one hand down and touched my clit. It was already swollen and throbbing, and my little touch sent an explosion through my body, creating an instant climax. "OH!" he shouted, feeling me clench and drip on his knees. "What did you just do?" I chuckled and told him that I'd touched my clit. "DO . . . . IT . . .. AGAIN" he panted, still thrusting. I happily obliged, having enjoyed myself. I put two fingers around my clit and started working it, so wet now and so stimulated. It almost immediately brought another orgasm and I groaned loudly. Now, I don't know about you, gentle reader, but there comes a point during sex for me when all rational thought ceases. That is a good point to pass. I'd passed that point with the first orgasm. But there is a point not too far beyond that (and sometimes, frankly, before that) when I can no longer discern which particular sensations are causing which reactions, and indeed, I'm not even sure what is happening specifically. This was one of those times. His cock was ramming into my ass, his hands were clenching my hips, guiding all the motions, and one hand came around and took over for my hand on my clit. I was screaming at this point . . . groaning and screaming and moaning and feeling so many sensations I thought my brain might start smoking. Every nerve in my body was quivering with stimulation. I have no idea how long it went on, nor do I know how many times I reached orgasm. Wave after wave of glorious climax washed over me, tumbling my gray cells into the abyss. I laughed out with sheer carnal bliss as he continued his relentless invasion. Over and over again I careened over the edge of the cliff only to discover that there was another cliff to be faced. On and on he ground and pounded and drove me, rubbing my clit, dipping his fingers into my cunt, filling my back door with his ever-growing cock. Then suddenly the motion stopped . . . . just for a second as he drove in as deep as possible and held my hips to his groin. "Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwd" he groaned. He loosened his hold on my hips for a split second and thrust again. His squirting sent be over the edge again, grinding back into himi with the joy of it. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssss" he groaned again. I could feel his load emptying into me, feel the throbbing at the entrance like it was my own heartbeat. Everything inside me clenched in orgasm again. Again he loosened his grip slightly only to grasp and thrust again, this time with his hand on my clit again, pulling me to him insistently. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he growled, thrusting with each exclamation. I climaxed again and again, feeling him fill me, and causing more yells from each of us. He stopped as his throbbing started to subside. We stayed there, still connected, as the stimulation slowly abated. Mmmmmmmmmmm that had been a very good first experience. "We'll have to try that again sometime . . . .." I said. "Sooooooooooon" he groaned, pulling out and falling to the bed next to me. "Oh my god, very soon." Wake Me Up The creak of the gate, that rusty thing, wrought ironed shaped into lines. She always wondered when they passed that cemetery, why they had a fence up, was it to symbolize keeping things within, or keeping things out. Silly costume, dragging the ground as she would lift the skirt. A simple toga, Greek in style, clinging to that ripe little body of hers, those dark curls let to flow about her features, exotic eyes, those deep pools of brown. Hand curled on his, that squeeze, as she would whisper, sliding closer to him. "Baby, I don't want to do this.." night time, Halloween, his idea to come wander about the cemetery, dared by his buddies. Of course, she was with him, inseparable they were. "Sweets, it's alright." His voice, that kind sound, baritone. More then a little bit, he always reminded her of a teddy bear. Big, imposing, but so soft in his nature. Maybe that's what really attracted her to him. Fingers curled into his far larger one, as she crept closer. "I really don't like it, Chris." soft voice as she would turn her head upwards, catch a glimpse of his profile in the moonlight. Leaves cracked underfoot as he turned her head, that grin given to her. "Oh is my little baby scared.." a teasing thing , as his large arm wrapped about her shoulders, locking out the chill. Funny, he had dressed as a gladiator for the party. The headlights from the car shut off behind them, his hand leaving her shoulder and waving to the idiots watching. Stupid dare. It always pissed her off, the way his friends when they got together, seemed to revert back to juvenile games, dares, truths. Always that, a few beers and suddenly the costume party had turned into idiotic games. A crinkle of her nose, as she would walk behind him, just a bit, leaned into him, every motion rubbing those full breasts against. Stupid dare. Walk to the other side of the cemetery, rub the inscription from this grave, walk back. Almost laughing, as she would shake her head, grateful for the whiskey she had drank, not like she was dressed for the cool autumn air, and she sure the hell wasn't going to hang out back at the cars with those fools. His arm wrapped back around her, a lean down, as he brushed lips to her brow. Meek mannered, he always was, that whisper of his low. "Thanks, baby, for coming with me, get it done quick ok, then we will go on back to Mike's." trying to sooth that little temper he knew was blooming in her. Leaves crunched, and the night air seemed to get a bit colder, that shiver that passed down her spine. His arm tightened, as he would almost stop, teeth nipped at the top of her ear. "Unless you are to scared.." Making it a bet between them, that lift of her face upwards. "Yeah right.." a playful thing, her hand moved to his side, that little push. "Come on." drunken giggle leaving her lips, as she would start to walk in front, stepping quickly around the grave stones. Large hand cupped her pert little ass, rubbing it as she walked in front of him. Naughty grind back to it, that turn to look at him over her shoulder. "Don't start something you don't want to finish, Chris." Teasing push back, that thin cotton rubbing at her flesh. A bit whorish, that she didn't wear underclothes to it, expecting to fuck him ragged after they left the party. Tipsy, as she almost stumbled into a jagged headstone, that tilt of it. Knee cracked into it, and as it stopped her, his hips pushed into her ass. "Shit, babe, you ok?" That concern, as he would help her right herself, her own little whimper given out. "Fuck, that hurt.." hand moving to her knee, even in the dark she could see the rip in her toga, the crimson stain of that blood from her knee. "I think.." Her words were cut off, that sudden movement of him. Large hands, normally so gentle grabbing her shoulders. She stole a glimpse of her fingers, wet with that blood, the shock of it, her eyes widening, as she would suck in a breath. Pushed down to her knees, tits mashed to the headstone. "CHRIS!" FUCK!" What the hell was wrong with him? Startled, as she felt it, his fingers gripping bruising the pale flesh underneath that cotton, fingers almost spanning her throat. Knee to the soft earth, the crunching of leaves, as his far larger form held her pinned cheek turned to the stone that raked it. On her knees, that painful breath taken in. No answer from him, that writhing as suddenly she would feel a push of the back of her head to the stone itself. "Don't fucking fight me, whore." The voice, it came from behind her, came from Chris, but it wasn't. Cold, cruel, lacking compassion, something like hunger in it. Shiver ran down her, that scream, arching from her lips, as hand moved from her shoulder. A harsh sick slap of it to her face, that stinging pain bringing tears upwards in those doe eyes. "What..I.." unable to speak, stammering in horror. Had he gone fucking crazy? Maybe it was the passing of the clouds over the moon, maybe it was something more, but it seemed instantly to be pitch black. Cold the very air, so cold, her nipples hardening, against the bite of granite. Scratched against with every heaving breath, cheek stinging, bearing his hand print. Fear, drunken stupor, as her lips parted. The stone, now she saw it, where her blood had hit it, glowing soft red spreading over the inky solid surface. Sudden as it had come, she couldn't speak. Voice stolen, transfixed in fear, and pinned against the thing. Feeling it, that strange sensation her chin pressing to the top, the shadows taking form locking her to. Binding her. Those lashes of darkness, sweeping from the stone, her wrists grabbed, tightened to the outer edges. Shadowed locking down her movements. Screams that wouldn't come, trapped inside herself. Eyes widened so frantic, so scared, those tears streaming down her cheeks, as she gurgled on the retching tightness in her stomach. Feeling his body behind her, dropping to his knees. Harsh the fingers that normally were so caring, so soothing, such an attentive lover, ripping that cotton from her form. The air was so cold against, creamy lines of spine, the way her ass crested so pale in the moonlight. A ribbon of shadow, it wound itself over her eyes, like some satin tendril of taint, taking sight. His hands moved, those bruising touches, down her sides. Writhing thing, on her knees, that toga taken from her, leaving her exposed to the very bite of chilled stone, to the way his motions forced her own. Arms outspread as if hugging that stone, his hands grapping her full fucking hips, and pulling her back. Strange position, her tits hanging free now, slapping to the granite glowing with her blood. Nipples perked, his fingers moved there now. Couldn't be Chris, he would never do this, never. Shock sinking into her tear stained form, into that mind, as fingers so rough took those nipples, twisted them plucked them out to distend her breasts, stretch them, then release to let them snap back into shape. Growling, coming from behind her, unable to see now, unable to scream, only to weep, and feel. Terror devoured her, as shuddering made her hips move, that brush and grind of ass to the hips of Him behind her. "Good fucking whore." spit out at her back, as his head lowered. Raspy sound, his facial hair, her Chris's felt against her back, the way of his tongue to arch out, writhe down her. "So fucking sweet. Tell me, cunt, does that whorish little pussy taste as good as your flesh." It wasn't him, couldn't be. Frantic as she tried to move her thighs, lock her knees together. Couldn't the fucking idiots in the car see this. No fuck, they had walked so far. What..her thoughts taken, as that sick writhing of tongue, familiar but not his moved. To the crack of that plump little ass, his hands suddenly felt there, slapping those cheeks together. Stinging blows, making flesh jiggle, dance for his eyes, as he watched. She could feel it, the heat of his gaze, as he pushed ass apart, the sudden heat as spit ran down that crack. "Such a pretty little ass, my cunt has." Merciless tones, that spoke of evil, sounded out. Just then, she felt it, the movement of something, not a hand, not flesh against her cunt lips, bare as they were. Stroking over it, softer then satin, strangely cold, so cold, her flesh shivering underneath the sensation unable to bear it. No hand upon her now, but she could feel him, the looming presence behind her, all splayed, and displayed. Thighs spread, the blackness of it. Unable to see, unable to speak, drooling spit down her chin, from racking sobs that overtook her. Scraps against that creamy flesh on her tits from the stone, the way it rubbed her chin raw where she was lashed down to it. Fingers clenched, never ceasing that slow touch there between her legs, dancing against those velvet fuck petals. Into her slit, that strange sensation, swelling inside, pushing inside. Walls clenched down, and felt nothing, but it was there. When she trembled she could feel it, swelling up, pushing at those churning walls, spreading that snatch of hers wide. So cold there, to the heat of her, forcing her hips to move, as if to push it out, whatever it was. Tears tasted in her mouth, gaping open, trying to shove scream out that wouldn't come, as she felt another touch. This one heated, moving where spit had slicked her ass. No love in this. No tenderness, it wasn't Chris. She knew that now, trying to rationalize. Pain rendering her stunned, locked down as she was, some sacrifice to the grave, to that 'thing' pushing and fucking her tight little cunt. Harder now, filling with such a swelling pinning sensation, the scouring of those puffy tight walls, dripping with slick honey. She couldn't stop it, the disgust that her body betrayed her like that, to the sensation itself. Slowly whatever it was heating, warming to her. Sudden violence thrust inside her pucker, like some throbbing cock fed into that pucker, ripping the tender tissue of it. Distended, thick, full as it rammed in and out, that low growling heard in her ear. Unable to move her head to turn, she could only feel it. Strange pushing pressure, slicker then that which was in her pussy, rutting her like some beast. One thickness pushed in cunt, spreading it, as the other retreated from her ass. Some sick see-sawing, as if they were playing deep within that whorish core of hers. Driving pumps, all the way out, to pop inside those gashes, reduced to just that, some place for those dark things to burrow in. Constantly swelling, spreading her more. Pain, god it hurt, her lips parted, arched in silent terror, as she was ridden by whatever it was, double pumped, fuck filled and leaking. Chilled air kissed her tits, that stinging scraping, those wet sounds of fucking, as her body was used. Taken there on her knees, always in her ear that growling. The weight of eyes upon her flesh, felt even if she couldn't see it. A sound, the leaves moving, swirling at her knees, as suddenly inside those things rammed, filling her to some painful radiance. So hard her ass lifted more, her throat jerked to the edge of headstone. It was then, she felt it, the smooth line of cockhead, plumed, rubbed over her lips. "Such a good fucking whore. I can see your juice, bitch, running down those thighs. You know, I wonder, does he fuck that tight little ass like I am? Does he make that cunt ache, so loose it is now." Words coo'd out from that bass, boomed like lightening in a storm traced sky. All she could feel, that within, piston fucking her like some bitch in heat. Making her body shake, making it jiggle. Ripping into her, both sides, both holes. Hungry now, her body set on fire with every swirling churn of that thickness within, pushing against walls. Shock, as she would scream, try to wail out the pain, try to force the emotion of it, terror from her lips. Sudden gagging, as thick cockflesh, scented like Chris's sex rammed down her throat, raping into that tightness. Retching around it, to much, to quick, drool coated chin feeling the humiliation as balls slapped to it, heavy swaying orbs. A hand felt on her head, clenching those dark curls, wrenching her head upwards a bit. One felt on her throat, wrapping between headstone and her flesh. Squeezing. "Good girl. Drool on that cock. Such a sweet little cocksucker." The violence in the words, the depravity in how soft they were, how low. Throat squeezed around the thickness of head, rammed back to her throat. Throbbing flesh, that invaded, pumping slightly in and out. Every push making her retch, making that drool run out, sloppy little mouth used like a surrogate cock. Even then, those things inside her, burrowing, as if to fucking meet inside, touch in those depths, fucking ass and cunt, as she writhed bound thing on her knees, that strange cock driving in and out of her mouth. Insanity, her suckling, tongue pushing at the underside, as if to make it leave her lips, stop gagging her with its steel slickness. So messy, so wet, her lips distended into tight seal, as he raped the very back of her throat. Tasted, the heavy salt of precum, drizzled on her tongue, slathered around. Thick lines of drool running down, as his hips rammed forwards shoving it deeper making her swallow to even think about breathing. "That's it bitch, make me cum and maybe, just maybe, I might let you walk away. Suck it. Good girl, such a good cunt." Growls almost animalistic heard, as cheeks pushed out, tears running down mixing the stain of her spit on his balls, slapping in cadence with their fucking to her chin. Barely able to breath, as his hand tightened, constricting about her throat, making her feel the slide of flared fuck head fed to her, gouging her. Sucking to save her life, that frantic twisting as she rutted hips back, piston pumping those things inside her, in and out, sloppy cunt, her ass drooling a bit of crimson. To full, never this, never taken like this, those tears flowing like rivers, as she lashed her tongue out at the underside. Every time he pulled back, if she tried to close her mouth, that slap to her cheek, harsh, humiliating. "Open" so kind the sound of it, so controlling, her lips parting to take that thick meat inside again, work it in that mouth. Unable to stop it, unwilling as her cunt started those spasms. "Good whore, good whore, cum. Does girl's little pussy like being fucked, see how you needed it. Oh Fuck bitch, that's right keep sucking." Fingers tightened in hair, twisted, as she came, those things inside rammed in further, swirling forcing her to ride the waves of bliss that made her leak, made her tremble in convulsions. Truthful now, that cock sucking. Her mouth nothing more then some surrogate pussy, suckling, wrapping about it. Needing his cum, wanting it, blind as she was, bound as she was, bleeding as she was. Thighs stained, that change in it, as the swelling bands in her shrunk down, almost like lashing tongues now, cleaning those dirty little fuck holes, as they trembled. Cooing around that meat that fed inside her, mouth all gaping, those sensations as he would jerk back, his hand on her head, wrenching her face upwards. Thick fucking heat, the cum that sprayed her lips, parted praying for it. Cream splashed over the lines of tears, salted gift that, pearly cream to slide down features. Horrified with herself, as she would whimper, beg for more, soundless with every spasm of her cunt, of her clenching ass. Face all creamy heated. A slap of his cock against her cheek. "That's a good fuck doll, knowing her place. Kiss my balls, thank you." Unable to move, the way of lips to curve, as if to try. Blind suckles to the underside of thick cock, rubbing that cum all over her cheeks, as she tried to obey, tried to suckle those puckered sacks. Finally managing, that harsh growl from somewhere. Only it, as she would feel those things lapping suckling at her petals, so sweet now, as if to sooth the aching raped parted. Little sucks, slight laps, her body shaking, exhausted. Only the, that harsh grip to her throat, felt, as cock would slap over and over to her cheeks, wet resounding stings. Degraded but for the first time, alive. Terror turned into something else. She felt lips brush her temple, even as fingers on her throat squeezed. Air forgotten, the dizzy way of it, starting to fall into that blackness. "Good. Girl." Praise from that demonic voice, even as she blacked out, those cum soaked lips curved into blissful smile. It was morning before they found them. Chris and her bodies passed out on one another on that grave. An old thing, the headstone there, the name long since erased by time. His cock inside her, as if she had fallen asleep riding him. Naked, and cum filled. His friends had passed out drinking, waiting for them to return, when awakened, they stepped out into the cemetery in search. Not a word was said between Chris and she. Never would it be spoken of, both knowing the other 'knew'. Playing it off, as if they had gotten drunk and a bit wild there in the cemetery. Funny thing though, every Halloween there after, they always made sure to make their way to that grave, feed it a bit of pain, and wait for what happened. Some things are best learned in action.