3 comments/ 13606 views/ 2 favorites Inspired By: melbclayman [ This was inspired by my memories of a friend's house after I read a story she'd written. I hope people like it, hope they vote on it, hope they comment on it, hope they email me and say hi. ] It wasn't so much a fantasy of something I would like to do as what it would've been nice to do. The birthday party was fun, people gradually getting sozzled and needing to be poured into taxis, or the back seats of cars of those not quite drunk enough to be drunk, but maybe a little nervously allowed to get behind the wheel. I was glad you convinced me to crash on the couch - heading home at this late hour was looking distinctly unattractive and I would have missed all the entertainment the late evening had provided. Me being me, of course, I hung around the kitchen, making myself useful... starting work on the dishes, plates, platters, upon which the evening's feasting had been despatched to the backyard, then the glasses as they arrived. Washing up I can do - cleaning up, well, not so much, not on my own, but an emu walk across the back yard (what little there is) and two or three pairs of hands and many garbage bags and cleaning up wouldn't take that long at all. If we separated out the beer and wine bottles from the rest of the rubbish, there just might be enough room in the recycling bin and the ordinary bin for the night's detritus to all fit in one go... I watch you from the kitchen as you farewell the guests. Your folks, mildly astounded at the (now) lack of washing up head home, your father leaving my hand with some feeling after a hearty, bonecrushing shake. Your birthday shirt was soaked a few hours ago from an unfortunately-placed glass of beer and you'd changed from your lady-of-the-manor glam into your chic-d'ouest trakkies, uggies, black t-shirt and cardie. You wear it well - your curves, that awesome butt and gorgeous boobs, mean it all clings just-so - and I think you look even more gorgeous than you did at the start of the night. You throw your head back with a loud guffaw as you farewell another guest. When you greeted me at the door tonight, you looked beautiful, dolled up, gorgeous. As you say goodnight to the now-trickle of guests leaving, you look relaxed, wired, raunchy. A contradiction, maybe, but that's you. And it's having an effect on me. "Where's the loo?" You point, not even turning, still caught up in your conversation at the door. I let my prick lead the way, as it does its best to push through my jeans. I waddle into the bathroom and close the door behind me, undo my belt and force my jeans and boxers to my ankles, sit down on the toilet and stare the the door and catch my breath. My cock, free from its confines, seems also to be taking a breather, although it continues to firm up as my thought turn again to you standing at the door. - If I have a wank now, I can continue to be the perfect guest and crash out on the couch and everyone has a nice restful night... I lean forward, my off-hand gripping my dick (since it'll take longer and feel better that way) and my right hand gripping the edge of the tub. I close my eyes, get my rhythm and soon I can barely hear my breathing through my open mouth. It's not the first time I've had a wank in someone's bathroom, probably won't be the last. Those lips, such red lipstick... the arched eyebrow then the grin that follows, that can hardly contain itself... mmm... At the door - to the bathroom - and you just lean against the door jamb and watch... Well, not just watch. You bite your lower lip and one hand goes down under the waist band of your trakkies... I imagine your fingers slipping under your undies and down to your clit... Our eyes lock and I begin to pick up the pace on my cock, my breathing now starting to become a little ragged. Now your other hand slips up under your t-shirt and finds your nipples, rolling one then the other between your fingers and thumb... The situation is more arousing than I realise - I'm cumming sooner than I expected, before I've had a moment to shift backwards on the toilet seat, aim down into the bowl - I'm cumming, so I sit up straight, catching the milky white spurts like liquid soap in my hand. Your eyes half-close and tear themselves away from mine, fasten onto my hand, my cock, the unexpected scene before them. Not as much as I have on other occasions but more than enough to fill the palm of my hand. You look up to my face and now I grin and wink. You look surprised, then surprise turns to shock? amazement? as I raise my right hand to my lips and suck the jism into mouth. I'm surprised your hands can move so quick - suddenly they cover your mouth, then just as suddenly you cross the four or five feet from the door to the toilet, push me back against the cistern by my shoulders and kiss me hard, your tongue hot and wet against my own, the taste of cigarettes and wine mixing with the salty tang of my cum in my mouth. I'm surprised that I'm suddenly hard again, without even thinking about it, and I stand up, trying and finally succeeding at kicking one foot loose from my jeans, my shoe one the floor hard up against the bathtub. Still we kiss, my right hand wanting to grab your arse but me fighting to keep the sticky cum-covered palm away. My left hand, however, has no such qualms, is cum-free (though a tad sweaty) and snakes around your waist, under your t-shirt to the small of your back, pulling you tight against me. The head of my dick presses against the elastic waist of your trakkies, the sensation making it twitch all by itself. You break off the kiss, looking left, searching for the hand held out to my right, then grab it and pull it to your mouth. I groan as you lick the cum from between my fingers, sucking on each digit like a musk stick, swirled around in your mouth, then pulled out with a soft "pop" and replaced with the next one. You lick them clean, lick them dry, then turn back to me to kiss me again. My left hand reaches all the way around to your left hip and spins you around to your left until you have your back to me. I hug you close and your head snaps left, right, looking for where my mouth is waiting for yours. "Here," I murmur, craning my head over your left shoulder, and we kiss again. Your left hand snakes up behind my head, taking a fistful of hair and directing nothing in our kiss should change, but I feel your sharp breath as my right hand makes its own way up the front of your body, under the cardie and the t-shirt to your breasts. - No bra! Hmmm... and I feel the glorious, bountiful weight of them as I tease first one, then the other nipple, rolling them like pencil erasers between my warm, slightly sticky fingers. As my left hand dives below the waitband of your trakkies it is less surprised (pleasantly nonetheless) to find no undies after all... your right hand directs my left where you want it to go, where it was going in the first place, the warm, slick, pulsing nubbin of flesh between your lips, between your legs... We both groan, both breathing ragged but in unison, still kissing hard, and your right hand, satisfied I know what I'm doing, reaches behind you, between us, takes my cock firmly at the base and begins to tug in rhythm with our breathing. Mine quickens, we're out of synch, but not for long. My fingers flick past your clit, leaving my thumb to take their place, as they delve inside the silky smooth, slippery, hot depths of your pussy. You're too wet for there to be much resistance, and in fact my fingers slip up inside you as if they're being vacuumed up your hot cunt. Scissoring together, thumb outside and fingers inside, I massage your pussy from both ways until I touch that spot and the hair you're gripping in your left hand is almost pulled out at the roots. "Uh-h-h!" you groan, pitching foward slightly as the shock spasms your body, but my right arm holds you tight to my chest, keeps you up as your legs weaken slightly - And then we are back in concert again, tongues wrestling, hands keeping one another close while others hands threaten to tear us apart with the pleasure rolling through us. Your hand almost feels like it's ripping the top off my cock and it'll hurt like hell in an hour or two, but right now the pain is pure pleasure. Your pussy is dripping wet, my fingers now slipping, now gripped like a vise as your muscles begin to spasm in waves of ever-growing intensity. Again, I feel a churning in my balls I'm surprised by but this time I don't care about keeping my cum off your clothes - all I'm interested in is bringing you to the point I've already reached - and suddenly you're there too, and I'm holding you up as your legs give way and your pussy gushes its juices all over my hand and down your legs. I pull my hand from under your top and flip the lid of the toilet seat down just before I sit down heavily on it, cradling your hot, hot body (burning up on my chest, I can feel you through my own shirt), your head lolling back on my right shoulder as my own lolls forward onto your left. It takes us a while to get our collective breath back. My hand is still down your pants, and as you twist left on my lap, I pull it out and begin to lick my fingers. Your right hand slips up and slaps my cheek, then pulls my fingers from my mouth and guides them to your own. I nuzzle your neck, kissing everywhere I can reach, as you lean back and begin to purr in contentment... Inspired On the night of my 24th birthday, Marc took me out to my favourite restaurant. It's a tiny, unremarkable place, but the cuisine is to die for. In true Montreal style, we brought a couple of bottles of wine with us. Upon arriving, the server took our coats, opened our first bottle for us, and lit the candle on our table. With a wink he said, "Let me know when you're ready." I took Marc's hand and said with a grin, "I love this place." I found the quirky decor charming, and the bizarre music entertaining. We both scanned the menus, even though we already knew what we wanted. I watched as he poured the wine, and admired how handsome he looked tonight. Not your typical 'Tall, Dark, and Handsome' type, but handsome nonetheless. He was wearing a collared shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and blue jeans. His smile was genuine, as usual, and his hair was messy. To me, that's the sexiest a man can be. Relaxed, honest, and inspired. After a glass of wine, we signaled to the waiter that we were ready to order our meal. After ordering, Marc took both my hands in his, and looked me straight in the eyes. He didn't say anything, but that was one of those moments when silence is much more powerful than words. The lambent light from the candles bounced across our table causing shadows to dance to and fro, and the din from the kitchen seemed to blend with the chatter of the other guests creating a soft haze around us. For a moment there was nothing more than my hands in his, and my eyes, locked with his. Simple and complex, effortless and divine. It was a wonderful birthday dinner. The food and the conversation were both fabulous. When we left the restaurant we were both pleasantly drunk, waltzing down the street arm in arm. I didn't want the night to end. When we reached my front door, I sweetly kissed him goodnight before fumbling through my pockets for my keys. I found them eventually, and after sorting out which key was which, I put it into the lock and turned towards him to say goodbye. Before I knew what was happening, I was being thrown up against the door. Marc kissed me passionately and with one swift motion, unbuttoned my shirt, leaving my black lace bra visible to the world. "I've been dying to do this all night," he growled, reaching around to undo the snap on my bra. "And I can't wait anymore." When the cool night air hit my breasts, my nipples hardened immediately. I could feel myself dripping with excitement as he kissed my neck, and pulled my skirt up around my waist. I completely forgot that we were standing outside, as Marc began to run my throbbing clit through my moist panties. I moaned and dug my nails into his back. I had never wanted him so badly before in my life. Marc got down onto his knees and pulled my panties off with his teeth, tormenting me with his adorable smile. He kissed his way back up my legs and towards my pussy, hovering only inches away and making me squirm with anticipation. When he finally licked my clit I let out a gasp of delight, and curled my fingers in his hair. There I was, receiving head on my front step, completely naked save for my skirt bunched around my waist, and more aroused that I could possibly remember. I felt an orgasm welling up inside of me, but stopped Marc before I got too close. I pulled him towards me and said, "I need to feel you inside of me." He pushed open the front door and scooped me up in his arms, leaving my clothes in a trail on the ground behind him. He lay me down on the sofa and ripped off his own clothing, exposing his rock hard penis. He pulled me to the edge of the couch and lifted my legs up into the air, so that my feet wrapped around his head. With one thrust he was deep inside me, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through my body. I raised my hands above my head to push against the back of the sofa, knowing that he was going to throw his weight into me and really let me have it. It wasn't long before I was brought to the verge of climaxing again. "Marc, I'm going to cum!" I screamed, grasping frantically for something to hold onto as he fucked me like he was never going to stop. An orgasm exploded within me, causing my muscles to seize and my hips to buck. My contractions were so intense that they caused Marc to climax with me. Every time I pushed him out he thrust himself back inside, determined not to stop, until finally he collapsed by my side in exhaustion. We lay on the sofa intertwined in each others' arms, gasping for breath and falling even more in love. He kissed me on the forehead and whispered, "Happy Birthday, baby." Written By Belle Roberts, 2010 Inspired By... (Thanks to a couple of friends who helped me with this one. Especially a special kitten whose pic started this whole idea up.) * It all started with a picture. A beautiful picture of a beautiful woman laying on her back on a bed. She wore a black panty and bra set. The things that set off the picture the most though was her smile. It was bright, betraying her playfulness as she looked into the camera. It is still a beautiful picture, one that I looked at prior to laying down last night. As the memory of that picture was still fresh in my mind, I stripped down to my boxers and turned the lights off. I then laid on my own bed as I thought about why the picture attracted me so. I started to imagine what would have possibly happened if I was the lucky guy who took that picture. The woman in that picture was and still is one of my closest online friends and I also know that she is still hopelessly devoted to her boyfriend. So the thought of her actually doing what I was imagining made it feel slightly more fantastic than it would be in reality. There I sat, my dick growing inside my boxers envisioning this goddess before me as I click the camera. She would lean against me on the bed to look at the display window to see the picture. I could feel her breathe on my neck as she looked at the masterpiece her body and my camera would have created. She would then ask me to download the picture as she would whisper into my ear, causing my dick to grow larger than it did last night. The thought of her whispering in my ear made me grow larger. I am a sucker for sure. I imagined her sneaking up behind me as I worked on the down load and feeling her kisses pepper my neck as her bosom wrapped in that sheer bra would press against my back. I would imagine her wanting to slink over until she would sit on my lap. My dick grew in my hand as I imagined her kissing my neck. My lips would meet hers and we would kiss for what seem like hours. The action in my mind was getting so hot that I had to slow down on my stroking just to ensure I didn't end quicker than my fantasy in my mind. I then imagined her slowly slinking her cat like form down my legs until my dick was within the reach of her tongue. I could imagine her smile again, but more seductive as she would allow her fingers to graze the sensitive member that would already be dying for her attention. Her fingers would be soft as I would grow in her hand similar to the way I was growing in my own hands. I watched her curly hair as she flipped it dramatically before she would stick out her tongue like a kitten drinking milk, but the milk she sought was still in it's container. Her tongue began at the tip top of my member, slowly licking its way painstakingly down towards the base where her silken hand would be. Her point finger and thumb formed a circle around the base of my dick although for no reason I could fathom at that moment. It was at that moment that I felt a vice like grip right where her hand was in my imagination. I could feel it gripping tightly to quell the maelstrom that threatened to corrupt the moment as her tongue continued its journey back up towards the tip again. I felt in my mind's eye that I was in the presence of a master of her craft, toying with me almost daring me to fire even though she kept a guard on the trigger. In the real world, my quick movement ensured that the mess about to beget my bed linen would wait for a while longer as my breathing quickened. I close my eyes again into my dream like state again as my hands slowly began to massage my shaft again as before. In my dream, it was her massaging it, yet she used her lips to surround my shaft as there was a gentle suction drawing forth from her throat. Her eyes were closed as if pondering on the task at hand. She was deep in her meditation, deep in her task of bringing me to one sided erotic bliss. Unknowing in her mind that the very thought of her aura in the same room was just as effective. I could feel her mouth pushing me closer to the point she sought, the point where I would lose control of my own destiny at this point. The fantasy was getting close to completion as I started stroking my piece faster and faster, imagining that she was taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth almost to the point of inhaling me versus sucking. I could feel the ammunition begin to rise inside the shaft as my mouth opened in a circular shape as I was about to moan. In my fantasy, she was about to pull me out briefly to ask me if she was to complete the job with her mouth or if her face was my intended target. I imagined that I was so overcome with pleasure that I simply moaned before she took just the head into those pretty lips again and sucked one final time before the explosion. I began to release into my inspired fantasy, imagining her lips containing all the semen that chose to expel itself within the confines of her mouth. I imagined seeing a partial seepage around the corners of her mouth as they upturned into a smile knowing full well that she had pleasured me fully. Back in reality, I open my eyes to see the stains of my personal exploration cover my boxers, the sheet under where I was laying down as well as my hand that was playing the part of my picture girl. As I turned over to find a towel to clean up, I remember the camera that I had set up earlier to document what I did for the fantasy girl. After wiping up my hands, I slowly went over and pushed the button to stop the recording and then replayed it just to see what my playing around had brought forth. The video was short, but it showed exactly what I intended. As I walked back to the computer to download this present, I began to imagine what my fantasy would send in response. Inspired by GIFs Hi, I'm the lucky guy that got this all started. Just call me Harry. The best part of this is that it is a true story. It all started with some animated files (GIFs) that I forwarded to a female friend... I'll call her Abigail. Abigail sent them on to very close personal (female) friend of hers, We'll just call her Dee. Here is how it all played out in our e-mail correspondence. Enjoy ********************** On Thu, Aug 25, 2011 at 1:56 PM, HARRY wrote: Wonderful GIF's here Abigail... From: Abigail Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2011 2:16 PM To: MN Subject: girls will be girls ... I just watched those GIF's you sent!!!!! HOLY FUCK MIKE, YOU MADE ME CUM. I couldn't stop rubbing myself. damn, now I have to use the ladies room quick. GOSH DANG IT. From: Abigail Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2011 3:30 PM To: MN Subject: Re: FW: girls will be girls ... They were all HAWT, but that first one was INCREDIBLE. On Thu, Aug 25, 2011 at 3:31 PM, HARRY wrote: I have been chatting with Dee today and I told her of your response. I forwarded the gif's to her just now. To: MN Subject: Re: FW: girls will be girls ... From: Abigail Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2011 3:47 PM Oh ok, so then she will know that I'm horny. lol This ought to be fun. :) On Thu, Aug 25, 2011 at 3:53 PM, HARRY wrote: Oh yeah, Dee KNOWS!!!!! I copied your HOLY FUCK reply to her From: Abigail Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2011 3:56 PM To: MN Subject: Re: FW: girls will be girls ... LOL, oh this is going to be a fun our wait for class to start. I wonder if we'll find a nice quite place to enjoy each other, or just another parking garage. lol On Thu, Aug 25, 2011 at 3:59 PM, HARRY wrote: Oh good, find a quiet place where you can do her right. From: Abigail Sent: Thursday, August 25, 2011 4:01 PM To: MN Subject: Re: FW: girls will be girls ... Probably the parking garage will be best, very top level. MMMMMMM soooo horny. On Thu, Aug 25, 2011 at 4:09 PM, HARRY wrote: Dee says to tell you she is 'ready for you' and her 'fingers are ready for your wetness'. Kisses -- Have fun From: Abigail To: HARRY Cc: Dee Sent: Friday, August 26, 2011 8:44 AM Subject: Re: FW: girls will be girls ... OH GOSH, Dee was ready alright. So ready we were nearly late for our class. We went to our normal spot on the top floor of the parking garage, and found a spot clear of cars and parked. Dee climbed into the back seat as I quickly pulled my panties off and followed her, climbing between the seats into the back seat. Dee had removed her thong and lay on the back seat as best she could, but certainly better than the front seat. I climbed through and sort of landed on top of her, making us both laugh. We immediately kissed deeply, with each of our hands going to the wetness of the other. I think I was the wettest of the two of us, but that would soon be of little consequence. :) Dee quickly slipped in two fingers into me, as did I into her. As I have learned over the years of my time with girls, I quickly curled my fingers up and began rubbing her while my thumb rubbed her clit. She did the same to me as we both moaned our acceptance of the others fingering. We continued to kiss and finger each other for perhaps ten minutes. We then removed our fingers and put them to our own mouths and tasted each others' juices. Dee of course tasted lovely, but I wanted more. I repositioned myself in a 69 position and moved her skirt out of the way and buried my face between her legs. She also wasted no time in pushing her tongue into my pussy. Once again her juices tantalized my tongue, making me dig it in even further. We seemed to duplicate each other's movements as best we could in the cramped confines of my back seat. I would not normally cum with just a tongue inside me but Dee had managed to maneuver her hands, one over my right thigh and just above my ass cheeks and the other underneath me. Her left hand rubbed my clit as best it could, again, in the cramped confines of the back seat and her tight hand found it's target, my asshole. heh, heh, heh At first Dee just rubbed her fingers between my cheeks then, with just a little force managed to push one finger into my asshole. This certainly garnered a moan on my part as my cheeks tightened around her probing finger. She then slipped her thumb into my pussy as her tongue moved more to my clit. It was hard to concentrate on Dee at that point. She has in the past gotten me to cum rather quickly by just sucking my clit and fingering me. At this point I was moaning more consistently with her tightening of her lips on my clit and with each time she sucked on my throbbing clit. The finger in my asshole wasn't in very far, but it did provide some stimulation that would eventually put me over the edge. She continued to suck my clit and "thumb" my pussy and finger my asshole for what must have been at least 10 minutes. All the while I was barely able to manage a lick or two of her clit or pussy. I had begun moving my hips a bit, which only heightened the feeling of the finger in my ass and her mouth on my clit. I knew with her current position she would make me cum very soon. Within minutes Dee had my body tensing up. I was ready to explode and I told her so. This of course only made her continue what she was doing to me, but with more force, if you can believe it. I came quickly and she then removed her finger from my ass and moved closer to my pussy and sucked my wet pussy clean. It was an incredible feeling cumming and then being sucked and licked clean by the one that made it all happen. As she sucked and licked me clean I lay my head on her thigh, catching my breath. We eventually cleaned each other and moved around a bit and were able to slide into the front seats when we noticed the time. It was 5:20 pm and our classes were supposed to start at 5:30 pm. We quickly cleaned up, which of course meant deep kissing and licking of each others' face. LOL I prefer to lick Dee's face and her mine rather than just wiping it clean. I know it may sound silly, what we will do for each other, but you have to expect that among two women that are so attracted to the other. Don't get me wrong, we don't lick the entire face, just around the mouth and chin, you know cleaning it of the 'juices'. :) By the time we pulled out of the parking space it was nearly 5:30 pm. We got to class and weren't the last to arrive so that was good. We sat towards the back of the class. And believe me, it wasn't all that easy to concentrate on after our little experience. :) I love you like Crazy Dee. Kiss kiss all over. Oh, and Harry, thanks again for those hot GIF's. Abigail From: Dee Sent: Friday, August 26, 2011 9:15 AM To: Abigail ; HARRY Subject: Re: FW: girls will be girls ... OMG, Abigail you are incredible, what a wonderfully written story. You know I don't normally touch myself like you do at work, but this story got me doing just that. I think you owe me a 'you know what' dear. Hope you have a happy TGIF sweetie. Love you right back! Best, Dee On Fri, Aug 26, 2011 at 11:16 AM, HARRY wrote: Hi girls, I think Abigail will be quite happy to pay off that particular 'debt', Dee. So, does TGIF become "Thank God I'm Fingered" now? From: Abigail Sent: Friday, August 26, 2011 11:21 AM To: MN Cc: Dee Subject: Re: FW: girls will be girls ... LOL, oh I love it Mike. Well, Dee, do you like that TGIF version better than the norm? heh, heh, heh On Fri, Aug 26, 2011 at 1:53 PM, HARRY wrote: I imagine you are going to be 'doing' Dee??? Can I edit the note about last night and submit it to Literotica after you approve? Dee says she's fine with posting it. Kisses, Mike From: Abigail Sent: Friday, August 26, 2011 1:57 PM To: MN Subject: Hawt Blonde and Brunette Yes, I'll be DOING DEE, this weekend. On Fri, Aug 26, 2011 at 2:17 PM, HARRY wrote: Kisses From: Abigail Sent: Friday, August 26, 2011 2:21 PM To: MN Cc: Dee Subject: Re: FW: Hawt Blonde and Brunette And as for Dee :) I really really, really need her now, I'm soooo horny... omg, I want Dee NOW!!!! To be continued???