9 comments/ 5593 views/ 2 favorites MORE CRAP By: SW_MO_Hermit I stumble from my bed into the dimly lit bathroom. Crap, fifth time I wake up to piss tonight. I knew better than to drink so much water late in the evening last night. As I get into the bathroom I look at the damn blue lights on the digital clock we have on the back of the toilet. Crap, it's already 8 a.m. We gotta go. I take a quick piss and turn all the lights on as I try to walk rapidly into the kitchen to make coffee and nuke a couple of frozen breakfast sandwiches. The wife groans when the overhead light hits her in the eyes. "What time is it," she asks as I pass through the bedroom. "Eight. Hurry up we have to get on the road in less than thirty minutes to make it to your doctor's appointment." She moans in duet with me. Damn old stiff muscles for me and residuals of her chemo for her. Crap. It hurts every morning but I think this one is worse. While the coffee maker does its thing and the microwave turns a moderately appetizing piece of rubber warm I rush back to the bedroom and throw on some clothes. As I pass through the living room I glance at the digital thermometer on the book shelf. Well, at least it's working today and transmitting the 'news' inside. Crap, the fancy thermometer says it's already 84 outside and 58% humidity. I sit on the edge of the bed and use my hands to lift each leg up so I can put on my socks. Damn, I remember when I used to just use my leg muscled to do that. Crap getting old is the pits. I stand up to put on my pants and get my foot caught, lose my balance and fall back onto the bed. Crap. Finally we are dressed for the day. We rush into the kitchen and fill our travel mugs, grab the rubber sandwiches from the microwave and head out to the garage and our car. Push the button on the wall and the door groans upward, it jerks and stops then the damn lights start flashing. Crap, they just adjusted the damn door and it's not working right again. Push the button again, down it goes. Another push, it jerks and wobbles but this time it rises all the way. Yippee. We can go now. I back out of the garage and push the opener button to close the garage. Since it's not working correctly I watch it close all the way. My wife sees the damn cats all over the front porch. She looks at me and says, "Did you feed the cats honey?" "No, I forgot it." I take my foot off the brake and start to back out of the driveway. "Stop. We have to feed the cats. We have time to do that if you hurry." Crap, I hate those damn cats and now it's my job to feed them. Damn cats. As I put the car into park I wonder about the "we" in that statement. She's sitting in the car but WE have time to feed the cats if I hurry. Crap. I push the door opener again and then open the car door. I duck under the slowly opening garage door and then go into the house to the bag of dry cat food. I take their ration of food out and open the front door of the house. In come the two youngest kittens right under my feet. Oh, yeah, you know what came next. I kick one of them and almost fall then they follow me to each of the two food bowls wanting something better than damn ole dry cat food. Ok, food is in the pans, now I rush back into the house. Well, hallelujah, I beat all but one of them. One of the damn kittens beat me into the house and I have to chase it down to get it out. Ok, cat out, front door locked, out the garage and into the damn car. Push the button, watch the door close, put the car in reverse and off we go. Fuck, the damn music stopped. I turn to the wife and ask, "Why did you turn off the music?" "I didn't turn it off. It just stopped." Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. I look over toward the wife and say, "Fasten your seatbelt and shut the damn bitch up (You know, that's the bitch that lives in the dashboard and talks back to you now). As I say that I see a message over the face of the radio display—fasten seatbelt to unmute stereo. Crap. I'm in trouble now. Yep, sure enough the wife says, "It's not MY seatbelt that's not on." Crap. Ok, we're still on the dirt road to our house so I am driving slowly. I reach for the seatbelt and the damn car decides to take a quick right. Crap, I let go of the belt and grab the wheel again. Ok, now we're straight. I try to one hand the belt. Damn road is rough and it locks up so I can't pull the damn thing to the latch. Crap. The car swerves again. Crap. Ok, now we're at the stop sign by the highway and I get the seatbelt locked. Ok, now we can play my song, "On the Road Again". We make it the next 40 miles ok and get to town. Crap, the light where I got rear ended is red. I have to stop again. I feel my ass pucker and I look all around for someone coming to hit me again. Finally the light is green and I can take off again. Whew, dodged that bullet. Well, finally arrive at the Oncology center. Hey, that's pretty good. We're only five minutes late. We check in and wait for the nurse to call my wife back. And wait. And wait. Finally twenty minutes after her 09:30 appointment she's called back. Ok, now we do the twenty question gig and, of course get the vitals. Oh, boy. We only had to wait about ten minutes after the nurse left us alone in the exam room for the doctor. We play ten questions this time. The wife asks her list of questions, the most important one is, "We have time scheduled in Florida beginning Tuesday. We planned to leave for the drive down Sunday. Is there any reason we shouldn't go? What about pools and hot tubs. Can I use them?" "Oh, no. You can do anything you are able to do now. Just don't overdo it and stay out of the sun as much as you can." Great, we can go! We quickly finish the visit to the doctor and go home. As soon as I get home I begin packing for the trip and loading what I can into the car. Man, I get to do something different for a short while. Sunday morning comes and I wake early then make sure the wife is awake. "What time is it," she asks. "A little after 05:30." "I thought you told everyone we were going to leave when we woke up? Why are you up so early?" "Well I woke up to piss and its morning so we need to go." "Can't we wait for a while? I'm still beat." Well, Crap. I'm wide awake and dressed. Crap, I walk into the kitchen and make coffee. I take my pills for the day and sit drinking a cup, looking around. Wonder what's on TV. Damn, 157 channels and not a damn thing to watch. I'm about ready to turn it off when the wife stomps out of the bedroom and glares at me. I look at her and say, "I thought you wanted to sleep a little longer? Why did you get up?" "Well I sure couldn't sleep with that racket blaring through the house." She fills her travel mug with coffee and picks up her purse. At the front door she stops and looks back at me and says, "Well are you ready to go or not?" Crap. Hell no, I'm not ready to go. I still have to turn off the water and water heater then I have to unplug the cable and computer and TV's so if we have a lightning storm they won't get burned out. I put my cup down and hustle off while the wife stands glaring at me. Finally I come back into the kitchen, grab the cooler and begin filling it with the snacks and drinks for the trip. After it is full I fill MY travel mug and clean out the coffee pot. Ok, NOW I'm ready to go. I put the cooler in its place in the car and we get into the car. I back out of the garage and the damn cats are milling around on the porch. Ok, you guessed it. My wife looks over at me and says, "Honey did you feed the cats?" Crap. I slam the car into park and head back to the house to feed the damn cats. I HATE cats. Ok, task accomplished, get into the car and take off. "Left turn ahead," says the bitch in the dashboard. What the FUCK? I look at the wife and say, "Why did you program the GPS? Hell, we make this same trip twice a year. I know where I'm going." "I know Honey but I like to see how much farther we have to go so I turned her on." Crap. Now I have to listen to the damn bitch moan and groan all day because I don't take the route she wants me to take. Ok, now I'm almost three fourths mile from home and I turn...wait for it...I turn RIGHT because that is the shortest route time wise to where we are headed. The GPS is programmed for the FASTEST route—HA! I have proven distance wise AND time wise my route is shortest AND fastest but the GPS wants me to stay on major highways and interstates so I can DRIVE faster. Ok, you got it. As soon as I turn right the bitch says, "Make a U Turn when possible." Of course I keep going. Hell, I know where I'm headed. The estimated mileage to our destination keeps rising as I go farther along the WRONG route. Every major intersection I come to I hear, "Right turn ahead." Of course when I don't turn where the GPS wants me to turn I then get another bitchy message. FINALLY, almost an hour after we start the GPS gives up and recomputes our route. Ok, great, now at least she agrees with the route I have chosen and surprise, surprise, the mileage to our destination has declined by almost 300 miles from her projected mileage when we left home. Of course for some reason the ETA stayed the same. Go figure. Ah, peace and quiet. I'm enjoying the silence as the scenery flows by. "Dring, Dring, call from Dad," says the bitch in the dashboard. Crap. Which one of these damn buttons on the steering wheel do I push to answer the damn phone? Nope, not that one. Crap, that one made it louder. Ahhh, that one got it. "Hello." My 85 year old Mother is on the phone (Dad is too good to make a call or something. At least he never does. You call him and he'll talk though) "Jim. Jim did you feed the cats before you left?" Well, crap. "Is there anything we need to do at your place today? Your sister wants to go to town to see her grandchildren so she needs to know if she needs to go to your place before she goes." (My divorced sister is retired and lives with my parents now) Crap. "No you don't need to do anything at the house." "Well did you remember to feed the cats?" Crap, I hate cats. "Yes I fed the damn cats." "Well you don't have to use that kind of language. I just wanted to know." "Sorry. Yeah I fed the cats. Just have her check things every couple of days like we talked about and we'll be fine." "Well what about the cats? Don't they need to be fed?" "Not really. They're outside cats. They can hunt mice for their food and the creek is less than 100 feet from the house so they can drink there. There's tons of mice in the barn. They'll be fine." "I'll have your sister go down every day and feed them then." Crap. "She doesn't have to do that mom." "OH, it's no trouble and they'll be hungry." "Ok, whatever you want to do. Look, traffic is getting heavier I have to go." "OK. See you when you get home." "Call ended." "Thanks bitch." "Jim, that's no way to talk about your mother!" Crap. "Honey I was talking to the car." "What?" "Nothing." Ahhhh, blessed silence. It sure is pretty and green here. Look at that view. Beeeeeep, Beeeeep. Roar. A black flash zooms past. Hey, the long haired punk driving thinks I'm No. 1. He's waving his middle finger at me. Crap, speed limit is 45, I'm doing 50 and some pissed off punk buzzes past me and flips me off. Asshole. Ok, finally at the town for our overnight stop. We've never stayed at this hotel before but it looked nice on the internet and the area has been pretty when we drove past it in the past. I check in. We go to the mini suite. Very nice room and best of all it's free! (I used some patronage points to cash in for a free room this time). "You want to eat first or hit the pool and hot tub honey," I ask. "I'm hungry. Let's eat first then we can relax the rest of the night." I go to the front desk as we pass through the lobby and ask, "Can you point me in the direction of the most restaurants?" "What do you want to eat?" "I haven't really decided. Not fast food but nothing too expensive either." "Well, there's nothing really close. Go to the road you came in on and turn left then go back on the interstate. There is an exit 6 miles down the interstate to the west. Take that exit and turn left. There are several places to eat there." Crap. "You mean there's nothing close here down the road we're on? Hell I drove past that exit when I came in." "No sir, not for about seven or eight miles. Well, unless you want to go on the other side of the interstate. There's a convenience store that sells chips and stuff like that." Crap. "Ok, thanks." We jump in the car and off we go. I hit the interstate and hear ding, ding. I look at the instrument panel and the display is flashing 48 miles until empty over and over. Crap. I meant to fill the tank at the convenience store in the morning before I left. Well crap, I'll just fill when we eat tonight. I make the exit as directed and turn left. Crap. Nothing but fast food stores and convenience stores. Oh, there's an Outback Steakhouse. No other sit down type restaurants in sight. I guess we go to Outback. WOW. That's great. That convenience store has fuel 8 cents a gallon cheaper than most of the others. I whip in and slide the ole credit card into the reader. The pump is chugging away. Man was the car empty or what? Ten gallons plus in the little fifteen gallon tank and we're already at $34.30 total cost and climbing. Whoa, what's the deal here? The damn sign says unleaded gasoline is $3.359. The pump says it is $3.439. Crap. Damn misleading advertising. I'll be damn if I pay that. The advertised price is what I should pay. Finally the tank fills and I stomp off to the store with my receipt. I walk in and a long haired bearded punk looks at me than says, "You need something?" Crap, what happened to polite employees. "Yeah, your pump is set wrong. The sign says fuel is $3.359 and the pump charged me $3.439. I need you to give me a credit on my card." "No sir. That's the cash price. It's 8 cents a gallon more if you charge it." "That's not what the sign says." "Yes it is. It's marked clearly on every pump sir." "No, it's not. You'll have to prove that to me." "Come on then." I follow the punk outside to the pump I used. Right over the little slot you stick your credit card in is a faded rolled up label about the diameter of a pencil. The punk points at it and says, "See. That notice plainly says the advertised price is the cash price." "That's nothing but a rolled up piece of plastic." Heavy sigh. Asshole reaches out with both hands and unrolls the little slip of plastic. There very plainly is 'Adv r ce is c sh pri . cr d pric 8 ts ore.' Crap. Fucking ripoff. I take down the name of the station and address then get into the damn car. I'm going to write someone and get revenge on these assholes. Well I am if I can find someone who cares. I drive onto the side street and up to the main drag. I turn on my left turn signal and sit waiting for a break in the traffic. A horn blares behind me. I turn and glare at the asshole then turn back looking for a break in the traffic. I hear a thumping on my window and roll it down a little. Another young man is standing there looking very angry. He says, "Can't you read? This is a Right turn only intersection. The traffic's too heavy to ever turn left across it." I look where he's pointing and see a 'Right Turn Only' sign nearly completely obscured by hanging foliage. Crap. The man walks angrily back to his car and I change my signal and turn right. I have to drive two blocks before I find a street with a stoplight. I turn down it then turn around so I can go the direction I need to go. Finally, we reach the Outback Steakhouse. The parking lot is almost full and it's only about ten after 5. Crap. Well, in we go. I stop and smile. Nearly half the tables are empty. Thank gosh, no wait. The hostess does the "How many in your party?" question and my wife says "Two." Smile. Pretty smile from a pretty young thing. "Just have a seat. It'll be about ten minutes." "What? Ten minutes? Can't we just have one of those empty tables?" "I'm sorry sir. Our wait staff arrives for the evening trade on a staggered basis and we don't have anyone to wait on you yet. It will only be about ten minutes." She turns away and begins talking to another dark clad young lady. Someone comes up and speaks to them then leaves. The hostess says something else to the girl she was talking to and turns to us. "Sir if you would rather sit at the bar we can serve you now." "Look, I've been driving all day. I need a comfortable chair to sit in, not some bar stool." Smile. "Oh, that's no problem. There's some empty booths in the bar sir. Just sit anywhere you like." Crap. What the hell is wrong with people today? Into the bar we go. Crap. Two empty two person booths in the bar, one on each side of a thirty something woman with maybe a 6 or 7 year old girl bouncing around on her seat. We sit and surprise, surprise, a waitress shows up almost before we are settled. "What can I get you to drink?" "Water please. It's been a long day. Lemon in both." Back she comes in only ten minutes. Whoopee. "Are you ready to order?" I mumble, "Oh, HELL Yeah." "Pardon me sir?" Crap. "Sorry. Yes we're ready." We order and get the spiel. Our free loaf of sawdust arrives—oh, excuse me, our bread arrives then surprisingly enough here come our salads. I must admit they look good and taste even better. I'm munching away on my salad when I feel something brush against my right shoulder. I turn my head and hear, "Hi, I'm Chrissy. Are you having supper here? My mommy and I got to come out to eat. Daddy had to work late today." Crap. "Hi." I turn my attention to my salad. I hear step, step. "Hi, I'm Chrissy. That's my mommy." My wife looks over at the young blond haired girl and smiles. "Hi honey. How are you?" "Fine. I like it here do you?" I feel a presence and look up. Mommy is standing beside our table smiling. "I'm glad she remembered to introduce herself to you. We've been working on that. Come on Chrissy. You need to finish your dinner." "OK, bye." Crap. Her parents want her to introduce herself to strangers before she talks to them. Crap. "Hi Mr. Stranger. I'm Chrissy. Ow. Hey, where are we going? I want my mommy." Poor girl is a kidnapping waiting to happen. Wow, finally back at the nice hotel. "Well honey, you ready for the pool," I ask. Thud, bounce, bounce as the bed shakes. "No. I'm too tired. I just want to stay here and relax. You can go." Crap. I undress and crawl up on the bed with her then pull out the ole laptop. Maybe some of my favorite authors posted something on Literotica or SOL. Hey, this free breakfast is great. A whole darn buffet instead of just a few cheap items. Move over tubby, it's PIG OUT TIME. Well, after the great buffet we hit the road on the last leg of our journey. I don't care about the darn rain, the ole car needs the mud washed off it anyway. Orlando, here we come. Man, Orlando, Florida in the off season. Bright sunshine, nice pool and hot tub and best of all, the kids are in school so the pool will be quiet. We're finally at Orlando. "Honey why don't we stop and get the groceries on our way in so we don't have to get out tomorrow or go out to eat tonight?" "Ok." We hit our favorite Publix supermarket and spent over $80 on groceries. Back to the car we go and out onto the road. We drive less than a block and my wife's phone rings. It's the credit card company. "There has just been a suspicious charge to your credit card account. Please call this number x-xxx-xxx-xxxx to verify these charges if they are yours. When you call refer to case number xxxxxxxx. If you do not call to verify these charges in less than thirty minutes your credit privileges will be suspended until we verify your account." MORE CRAP Crap. We're driving here. "Honey you need to call and verify the charges." The wife sighs and digs her phone out of her purse. She has already put it away. "I don't know why they call me when they want to verify a charge to your card. How did they get my number anyway?" "Crap, I don't know. Just call before they cut our card off." She calls and presses buttons after listening to a recording. Another recording. More buttons pressed. "How much was the charge Jim?'' "Hell, I don't know eighty something. Why?" "I have to input the amount of the questionable charge or they will suspend the card." Crap. I dig around in my shirt pocket where I've put the days charge tickets. Finally I find the one we need and look at it. "It was $81.90" The wife puts those figures into the phone. The computer talks some more then the wife closes her phone and puts it away. "Did you get it taken care of?" "Yes. Everything's ok now." Less than a mile to go. WTF why's traffic stopped? The damn light is green. Ah, it's moving now. Crap, stopped again. Light changed. Move. Stop. Crap, fifteen minutes to go a little over a block. We're at the light now. Crap. A damn 6 lane road cut down to two lanes because of construction. Crap. Well, we're finally at the resort. What do you know? Check in went like clockwork. I guess things are looking up. Yep, the room is perfect, just like it was in March when we were here last. Unload everything, cold stuff in the fridge; throw the rest of the stuff on the chairs and bed. Where's my swim suit? Oh, here it is. Off with the clothes and on with the suit. "Come on honey let's hit the hot tub and pool before we make supper (the unit has a full kitchen so we cook most days). Scream, stomp, stomp, stomp, SPLASH. I stand at the gate to the pool enclosure and stare. It's a little after 4 p.m. on a Tuesday. There must be 15 kids in the pool and three family groups at tables around the pool. All the young adults are sucking on some brews while the kids terrorize the three other grey haired people in the pool. Crap. We find a table and put our things on it then move slowly into the pool. Ahhhh. The water's perfect. SPLASH. Crap, the little shit actually jumped over me and cannon balled into the pool right in front of me. My glasses are completely water spotted. Finally just after five thirty the parents gather the little darlings up saying, "Come on. We need to hurry. It's time to go eat." Wow. Well now I can relax for a few. About quarter to six the wife says, "I'm getting hungry. Let's go fix supper." Crap. "OK." Our room is really nice. It's comfy looking and close to the pool so we don't have to walk too far. Unfortunately I can hear the noise from the damn kids in the pool. Ahhh. Finally it's 10 p.m. Quiet time has officially started. Crap, wonder why the noise is still going on? At 10:30 I give up and call the front office to complain about the noise. The sweet young thing says, "Oh, I'm sorry sir but quiet time begins at 11 p.m. If they are too noisy for you after that time please call and we will have security check on the problem for you." Crap. Crap. The first 6 days of our 8 night stay the freaking pool is filled with kids that should be in school. I ask one of the parents about school and if it hasn't started for the kids yet or what. She looks at me and says, "We're home schooling them. We have night school while we're traveling." Crap. I bet. Finally Monday comes and we hit the pool early. No one else is there except another older couple we've never seen before. It's after 4 p.m. before anyone else except resort employees comes into the enclosure. Except for the trash they call music the pool is quiet and serene. Heaven. Crap. 4 p.m. and here comes a man and 6 year old boy. Crap, there's a couple with a 7 year old girl. Splash, splash. Daddy stands on the edge of the pool and glares at me then the kids. Crap. He says, "You kids settle down and be quiet." I float in shock. The little boy says, "But" "But nothing. You obey the rules or you'll have a time out on this chair. For the next hour we hear laughter and giggles but quiet ones. These kids are the exception to the rule. They're actually quiet and well behaved. Crap. Our time in paradise is over. Time to head home. Off we go. "Turn right and take the freeway. Keep in the left lane," says the dashboard bitch. "Whatever bitch." The wife looks over at me and says, "Why don't you just be quiet. You know you can't talk back to the GPS." "Yeah, whatever bitch." Quick head jerk toward me and a glare. Oh, crap. Did I just say that? Crap. It's already 90 degrees outside but it's freezing in this damn car. Wonder how long it will take me to get home? Finally home. I turn into the driveway and push the button. The door jerks and jitters but opens and I drive into the garage. Fifteen minutes later the car is unloaded and cold stuff put away. I find my recliner and turn on the TV. Crap. Nothing happens. Oh, crap. I still have to turn on the water and plug everything back in. Whew. Back in my chair. On comes the TV. Crap. Not a damn thing to watch. 157 channels and nothing good on again. Well, grab the ole computer and see if some of my favorite authors have posted on SOL or Lit. I'm just logging on when I hear, "Honey have you fed the cats since we got home? Crap. I hate those damn cats. "No I haven't. I'm sure Trish (my sister) probably fed them this morning." "Well they're all on the porch and they act hungry. Why don't you give them a little in case she didn't." Crap. I get up and walk to the food sack then out onto the porch. Crap, there in the entryway is a big pile of mail. I sigh and pick it up and carry it back to my chair. That's not too bad. We were gone two weeks and there's only three bills. 90 percent of the mail hit the trash unopened because it was obviously junk mail—advertisements of some kind. How damn many times will GEICO mail me something wanting me to buy insurance before they give up? Or how about AARP? Crap, I'm already an AARP member. Why don't they clean up their mailing list and save postage?" Ok, I'll pay the bills tomorrow. What's on TV? Oh, yeah, not a damn thing. Back to the computer. Crap. Wonder when we can take another trip? Not for a while. It's Friday and the wife has a doctor's appointment Monday then she faces six weeks of radiation. Hummm. 78 miles a day five days a week. I think I'll need to buy a new car before I take another trip. Damn warranty will be up on the one we have and with all this new electronic crap I sure don't want to be on the road and have it break down. I hear repairing some of that stuff will set you afoot. Crap. More Cream? You sit, naked, on the edge of the bed, smiling as you see me produce the clotted cream from my pocket. The smile widens as I remove the lid, and then lay you back on the bed. The cream is cold from the fridge, and you jump slightly as I start so smear it across your nipples and in wider streaks onto your breasts. Some cream is left on my fingertip, which I run around your lips. I lean down towards your face as if to kiss you, but divert at the last second to lick away the cream. Your tongue sneaks out to taste the cream yourself. Once your lips are clean, I start to work my way down your neck, to your breasts. I start to tease your left breast with the very tip of my tongue, quite gently to begin with, but building up into full sucking and nibbling Once the left tit is clean, I stroke and play with it with my hand while starting work on the right one Some of the cream is quite stubborn though, so I need to lick quite firmly Once both tits are nice and clean, I would work my way slowly back downwards, kissing your stomach, and down the gentle curve, before plunging my lips over your clit, and sucking it hard into my mouth Then lifting your legs, I would work my way downwards, teasing your lips with my tongue, before sliding inside you, burying my face as far into you as I can reach. I'd lap hungrily at your pussy, pausing briefly to slip back to your clit, and then back down after a few seconds After the first couple of times moving up and down, I may have to slip a little further down, and tease your ass with my tongue - gently at first, almost tickling Then a little more firmly, feeling you grind against me Finally, I would slip my tongue back into your pussy and hold both of your hands, to pull you towards me This would allow me to thrust my tongue inside you as hard as possible As I lick deep into your pussy, I can feel your hips starting to move. As I lick harder and deeper, the motion begins to match my movements. The harder I lick, the more you rock your hips. A soft moan escapes your lips, and builds into a shout as the first orgasm (of many) sweeps through your body. I pull slowly away, and stroke your upheld thighs as you relax and recover your breath As you relax into the bed, I trace a doodling hand in swirly patterns up your thigh, and draw a line down one side of your pussy, and then back up the other side I trace a soft line down your other inner thigh, feeling the tension drop back out of your hips as I head towards your knee. As I turn and trace back up again, I can feel your thighs and hips tighten again. As I get close to the top, you raise your pussy towards my hand, urging me to play with you. I will, but not quite yet The swirly patterns are slowly reducing now, and moving in decreasing circles towards your clit Just brushing across it, but only very softly Just enough for you to feel me touch you As I approach your clit again, your pussy raises again, and your eyes roll backwards. Your lips part a little, you pull in a deep breath, and lift your hips from the bed, trying to get my to play with you I can wait no longer. I allow my fingertips to trickle across your clit, and drop my little finger gently down the central crease. I can feel the warmth and wetness building now, as my fingertip creeps just inside you, curves upwards, then slips back out again I lower the rest of my fingers now, and without warning, thrust my middle finger straight inside you. Another gasp slips from your mouth, as the tip of it grazes your G spot My thumb comes to rest on your clit, and begins to move it in small circles As I feel the rocking motion start to build again, my middle finger heads back to your G spot again. I increase the speed and pressure to match the rocking motion in your hips again, but this time, as I feel you build up, I stop my hand completely. The lifting motion starts again, as you try to move yourself against my hand I match your movements with mine, just to tease you a little more Then, I go back to playing harder and faster, making you cum, not just once, but twice in quick succession I slip my hand back out, slowly, and give you a moment to prepare yourself Then, I place the blindfold over your eyes, and turn you over. As you lie face down, you listen intently, trying to gain some idea of what is happening. You feel your hands being moved, and your wrists tied to the metal bedstead, together, above your head Moving your legs apart, just slightly, I place the tip of my cock against your trembling pussy lips I can feel the warmth beginning to envelop me, as I slide, oh so slowly into your tight pussy As I slow the movement, you think that you've got all of me inside you, when suddenly I lower my whole weight onto you, and drive the final two inches inside you I slide my arms around you - the left, above your arms and across the top of your chest to hold you tight The right, underneath your arms, to play with your right breast I rock back and forth, moving just small amounts, but making your pussy so sensitive to movement After a couple of moments of doing this, I begin to build up the speed - still staying as deep inside you as I can , then back, and in again I can't hold back for long, being so turned on by the image of your tied and caned body lying beneath me, and have to fuck you as fast and hard as I can manage I can feel it becoming too much for me - you struggle to control your breathing, and begin to pant as the orgasm builds inside you As I feel the orgasm hit, I throw my hips forwards, and pin you to the bed with my full weight, driving my cock all the way down inside you I can hold on no more, and cum inside you, deep, shuddering and long My head collapses onto your shoulders, and I hold you tight against me As I feel my own orgasm subsiding, I can feel you doing the same Our breathing slows, until synchronised. I reach up and untie your wrists. I slip out of your sopping wet pussy, and lie next to you I remove your blindfold, and hold you close to me - feeling your breath matched with mine You keep your eyes closed, as they adjust to the light and I hold you close to my chest, feeling you rise and fall in time with me As you open your eyes, you look up at me and smile. I lean down towards you, and plant a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. Then I settle back, stroking your hair, as we drift off to sleep together.