|
Deliberate (mf)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Subject: Repost: Deliberate (mf, anal)
Date: Mon Jul 17 13:46:21 1995
This is an adult story. Don't hurt yourself. All rights reserved,
and I have been trained to use them. Purest Fiction.
Let me take you now to a garage in Canoga Park...
Deliberate (mf)
The days since I discovered IQ, without exception, have been the
best - particularly in terms of sheer debauchery. In all my
previous relations, I felt compelled to restrain my less
honorable tendencies. With IQ, I am shocked more often than
shocking. She tasks me.
The path which has led me into her lusty embrace has also led me
to become one of the world's great cunnilinguists. (I hope to
represent our great nation in that event, should some form of
international competition develop) But I am more than a mere
pussy licker; I am a man of many perversions.
(...and then, he screwed her asshole...)
It was several years before I finally fucked IQ in the ass - much
longer than has frequently been the case, but I didn't simply
want to nab her anal virginity. I wanted to make IQ crave the
feel of my cock buried in her butt.
I have a theory, yet undisproved, that if you'll suck a woman's
clit with regularity, she'll let you screw her ass, and perhaps
grant you a number of otherwise unmentionable erotic liberties.
It is also my experience that most women orgasm more rapidly and
more intensely from head with a finger up the bum. The latter
will invariably lead to the former.
It was in this manner that I licked IQ's slit, until eventually
few thing aroused her like a little goose would.
IQ has a beautiful ass, a round meaty bottom that can fill a pair
of bikini panties, black leather skirt, blue jeans or running
shorts with equal lust inspiring grace. After firing her up with
a orgasm-filled digital penetration of her derriere, I would fuck
her savagely, filling her wet cunt with jism as I promised to
fuck her ass.
Promising to make her love it; promising to make her beg for it;
promising to fuck her ass.
There was no question the conflict within her was growing, fear
giving way to fascination, for she began wanting two and even
three fingers in her ass, caring less if I played her vaginal
orifice (which I preferred to save for my cock's thrusts) and
humping those analistic fingers to faster and more wild orgasms.
I talked frequently about fucking her ass, but never pressed the
issue. I knew she couldn't resist, and I am a man of great
patience.
What's more, I am an unrepentant voyeur, watching obsessively for
any random glance of bras, panties, curves of flesh, red-brown
nipples and hairy pink cunts - a pre-occupation seldom rewarded
except in the thrill of the rare but occassionally discovered
flash. Women have never been sufficiently demonstrative of their
sexuality, in my opinion, but I take whatever I can find.
IQ and I are cut from complementary molds, and I cannot help but
be forever grateful that I have found a lucious exhibitionist,
eager to fulfill the destiny of intense sexual power by arousing.
It was a Saturday night and she invited me upstairs.
I knew she had been shopping, and I also knew that once she
finished her womanly magic, I would get the opportunity to see
the new teddy. There are few things more erotic than a woman
showing off lingerie she has acquired just for you. I sat back
on our bed in a pair of silk pjs, and bided my time.
She started the cd of lusty dance music, and wiggled her lace
clad body before me. Black fine stockings, fastened to garters,
gave her long legs a shimmer. I licked my lips and she smiled.
IQ's blue eyes had acquired a lacivious gleam, and she cupped her
hands around the swell of her breasts.
When she slipped the straps from her shoulders, and brought the
white mounds from their lace prison, I was into the vision. My
dick lifted the silk from my lap. IQ squeezed the thick nipples
until they jutted hard, and used the music to turn away. Saucy
vixen. Quick hands slid the rest of the purple adornment down
her hips and I told her I loved her (freshly exposed) ass.
The curls of blonde hair fell over my belly as IQ took me in her
mouth, with a flurry of eager passion. Her tongue rippled along
the length as she took my cock down deep.
The heat was beginning to lead into explosions when she abandoned
her oral ministrations, and slipped my hardened meat into her
wet, warm cunt. I fondled her swaying tits, sucking hard her
nipples as she rode with a fiery rhythm.
"I want to try something," she said with uncharacteristic
timidity.
"Anything you want." She doubled her speed, speaking between
strokes.
"I want you to fuck my ass," IQ said, "but let me do it at my own
speed." I smiled with as much evil as my smile could contain.
"Anything you say." She bandied her clit quickly against my
crotch and pulled herself free from my stiff cock.
I held my dick upright as she guided the moist pole into the
tight crack of her ass. Her legs held her precariously aloft as
she slowly descended. The tightness was unbelievable, but after
a few minutes of slipping slowly between the tight muscles, her
asshole relaxed, and she was full of cock.
"Oh, my," she said with a gasp, and lifted herself again. The
grip of her strong ass squeezed my dick relentlessly, and she
again began to lower herself.
"What an ass," I said sincerely.
"I've been dying to do this," she said cautiously. Another
stroke kept her silent. "I can't believe how horny this makes
me."
The rhythm started to increase, and I was holding on for dear
life. The sensation of her asshole was divine, and nothing but a
herculean feat of will could prevent me from shooting my wad at
once; the first hundred strokes were so powerful. I did my
damnedest to keep my cool, and eventually the intensity quieted.
Normally I can hold back the orgasms that tempt a man into a
quick shooter. (there is a time and place for everything) But
the thought of fucking a woman's ass can shoot my wad almost as
quick as good head - and actually penetrating her bottom can
bring the most incredible sexual minutes known. I was
particularly proud of myself for maintaining during the first
stage of IQ's ass fuck. I wanted her to take the time to let a
cock in her bottom send her into a sexual frenzy.
It wasn't too long before she was pounding my dick in her ass
with all the fervor of a wild pussy fuck. She knelt on all
fours, and I slipped into her ass with a bestial frenzy, ramming
her with madness as her fingers diddled her bulging clit. IQ let
loose with an orgasmic scream, and my self-control vanished to
inject her with a fountain of cream.
Since that day, I've been fucking IQ's ass with delightful
regularity, mixing things up with a heady dose of cunnilingus and
never neglecting to give her cunt the lion's share of cock. But
she rarely objects when the hard head starts knocking on her
backdoor.
In fact, IQ has leaned over, picked up her skirt, dragged down
her panties and in a sultry voice begged; "Would you please fuck
my ass?" I've almost hurt myself attempting to comply.
--
Power belongs to those who dare...
--
Power belongs to those who dare...
=END=
|
|
