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Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire. Part One
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.
LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE part 1 of 2
by Sue
Today, like everyday, you are going to go out for a short jog around the
block. As you step out of your front door this hot and sunny afternoon, you
are thinking about me, and about the scandalous note that you posted on
alt.sex.stories. And you are feeling more than a little bit guilty about
making up all that bullshit. It was just a way to get some attention, to
provoke some controversy. But now your conscience is nagging you, telling you
that you have been naughty, that telling lies on the 'Net about real people
is wrong and mean-spirited. Being the bad boy makes you feel bigger, more
powerful, and that is a kinky sort of sexual turn -on for you. Just thinking
about it makes your cock harden in your tight jogging shorts, and your little
nipples also get hard and show through your T-shirt as you start to work up a
sweat within a block of your house.
A hundred feet in front of you is another jogger, a woman with long red
tresses that flow and bounce over her back. You are already aroused from
thinking about me, and this woman appears so strong and beautiful from the
back... what the hell, you think, you might as well follow her for a while so
that you can exercise your imagination as well as your other muscles. As you
get closer to her, you can see that she is even more sweaty than you are...
It must be 85 degrees today, and humid too. Her white tee shirt is soaked,
and amongst the strands of her fire-red hair that are stuck to her back, you
can see that she shows no sign of wearing a bra. And her skin tight bicycling
shorts smoothly follow her pumping, muscular flesh, showing no evidence of
panties. Mmmmm, you'd like to get to know her, but that seems so unlikely.
You're thinking that you might as well enjoy the view, and tonight you'll
call me and maybe we can get together and I can satisfy your raging need for
sexual release.
After a mile of viewing the redhead's back and especially her clenching ass
cheeks, you cross the street and increase your speed so that you pull up even
with her. Sneaking quick glances to the side, you can now see her heaving,
swaying breasts, and she certainly isn't wearing anything under her thin
shirt. It's like one of those wet T-shirt contests. You can see her big
nipples popping out from the heaving breasts. Your glances gradually become
longer. What the hell, you'll never see her again, so why not stare. After
all, if she wasn't trying to attract your attention, she should have worn
less revealing clothes for her jog! So you examine her swaying tits and her
large nipples as they bump and jostle inside the sticky transparent shirt.
You can see that the nipples are very dark and red, and that the stick out
like gumdrops. Looking up at her face, she is looking straight ahead, not
paying attention to your attention. Her face is beautiful and glamorous, only
partly hidden behind reflective sunglasses. Strands of that exotic red hair
stick to her forehead and cheeks and the sweat is pouring down her face,
dripping on to her pneumatically bouncing breasts. Her tight pants reveal the
pronounced mound of her sex, which appears and disappears behind her pumping
thighs. Perhaps you are imagining it, but you feel sure that you can see a
fold of the super-tight lycra creasing vertically through the center of her
mound. Perhaps her cunt is shaved, you wonder, although you also start to
think about red cunt hair getting stuck in your teeth.
By this time, you have been jogging for 4 or 5 miles, and you are surprised
to discover that you are back on your own street. You have not been paying
attention to your route at all, since your mind has been fully occupied with
the jogger. As you approach your front door, you wonder whether you should
continue following this beautiful woman, or should you call it quits. You are
confident that I will be home waiting for your call, so your stimulated
libido won't go unsatisfied. But as you approach your home, the jogger
absolutely surprises you by turning up onto your path and stopping right at
your door. Leaning back against the frame, she strikes a stunningly sexy
pose, with one hand raking up through her wet hair, and her other hand is
brought up to her face, with her first finger in front of her luscious lips,
indicating that she wishes to dispense with talk. That's all right with you,
and you stride up the steps to stand right in front of her, breathless from
both the running and the shock of the events that are transpiring. She is
brushing her back up and down against the door frame, and the knob is right
behind her, pressed into her ass.
You have neighbors that are too inquisitive, so you decide that this had
better proceed indoors... and right away, for your erection has been
straining at your jogging shorts since you first stepped out onto the street
30 minutes ago. By now it is aching, and its shape is clearly outlined
through the wet nylon. Your silent friend has let her gaze drop down and she
is now staring straight into your groin, which is both a turn on for you, but
also somewhat disquieting. Anyway, you reach your hand out to slide it around
her moist waist, squeezing it behind her firm derriere so that you can grasp
the doorknob. As you turn it, the door pops open, and you both tumble inward.
As you reach out to embrace her, her slick body slides out of your grasp, and
she prances away, into the dining room. You give chase, enjoying the tease,
but really ready for more direct action. But she stays just out of your reach
as you pursue her through all the rooms of your house. She is fast and wily,
and anticipates your zigs and zags perfectly. She reminds you of a cat.
Finally the chase leads you both into the master bedroom, which is a mess.
You haven't been entertaining your women friends there recently, and dirty
clothes are piled up everywhere. But you don't care too much, for this is a
perfect place for the chase to end up. At least your sheets are clean, for
the time being. You stand in the doorway, and know that she has no way to
escape. She stands up in the center of the bed and shimmies her body in the
most seductive dance you can imagine. Then she points down at the bed and you
can tell from her body language that she wants you to lie down on the bed,
which you do immediately. Crawling between her spread legs, you position
yourself with your head propped up on the pillow, and watch as she continues
her feline dance, straddling your shoulders. The bottom edge of her shirt
pulls away from her body and you can see the undersides of her breasts swing
around. Her skin-tight lycra pants hide very little, for you can clearly see
the split down the middle of her cunt, and the two half-moons of her swollen
lips. The only sign of pubic hair is a ridge right above her cunt that shows
the texture of the bristling hair, so you are pretty sure that the rest of
the area is smoothly shaved. This is all so exciting, and you reach your
hands up to caress her sweaty calves and knees.
When you start to reach up higher, she wags her finger indicating that it
isn't time yet. And with that, she jumps down from the bed and grabs one of
your neck ties from the bedside stand. When she starts to tie it around one
of your wrists, you pull your hand away. This isn't what you had in mind! She
stands up straight and stares right into your eyes for at least 60 seconds, a
stern and sad look on her face. She's still got her shiny sunglasses on, and
you can see the dual reflections of your aroused body on the faces of the
glasses. Then she slowly turns around and starts to walk toward your bedroom
door.
You can't stand the idea of her leaving now. So you call out to her, and tell
her that you'll go along with being tied up, just as long as she promises to
fulfill your needs. She stops with her back to you and then slowly, ever so
slowly, turns on her heels and stares at your face again, then down to your
tented shorts. She seems to be weighing her alternatives, and as she ponders,
one of her hands reaches down between her thighs and she starts to rub her
cunt through the lycra. That apparently helps her decide to stay, for she
walks back over the side of your bed and resumes her task of tying your hand
to one side of the headboard. Then the other hand. You are having second
thoughts about this, and you test the strength of the knots. But she stills
your experiments with another stern gaze that calms you down. She goes to the
closet and gets two more ties, which she uses to fasten your feet to the
footboard. You are now spread-eagled, face up, and it crosses your mind that
it would have been advantageous if you had removed your clothes first. And
the ties she has used were expensive silk. It would probably be better if you
didn't pull too hard and damage the material.
When you are fully bound to the bed, she again mounts the bed and straddles
your head. She grips the bottom edge of her shirt, and pulls it up over her
head, revealing her wonderful breasts and the hard nuggets of those nipples
which you ogled earlier through the wet shirt. Her skin is still covered with
a bountiful sheen of perspiration, and she glistens in the light from the sun
streaming through the window. She is utterly magnificent, and her body can't
stop swaying and shimmying. You lick your lips in anticipation.
Then she steps forward until her feet are just on either side of your head.
It is hard to see much now, except for the tips of her nipples that project
out enough for your eager view. Otherwise, you see only her calves and knees
rising up in pink columns, disappearing into the black lycra. And those
bulging cunt lips and the junction of the muscular thighs. She reaches down
to the top of her shorts and starts to roll them down over her hips, and
further down her legs, toward your face. As the black lycra comes closer and
closer, it becomes all that you can see, until the crotch of her pants is all
the way down forming a tight bridge stretched between her ankles, pulled
tightly against your eyes and nose. You can't see anything, and the smell of
her crotch is so strong as you breath it in. It is a wonderful mix of her
vaginal juices (so sweet and arousing) and her accumulated perspiration (sour
and tangy). You like this, and begin to probe into the folds of the wet
material with your tongue, tasting and smelling the pungent scent of this
incredible red-headed cat-woman.
But it is a little hard to breath like this, so you are relieved when she
finally puts one hand on the wall over your head and lifts her right foot up
so that she can remove the bike shorts. When your eyes readjust to the light,
you are again staring up into her crotch, and she gradually spreads her
knees, thereby spreading her thighs. Now you can see her uncovered cunt, and
you have another big surprise. You had expected her patch of cunt hair to be
bushy and red, like the fiery mane atop her head. But it is not red, it is
blond and fairly sparse. Strange, you think. But there is not much time to
think, for her cunt is descending further, and the rest of her cunt (shaved,
as you expected) is spreading open like a flower, revealing the hanging,
purplish lips of her cunt, and then the wet pink flesh of her inner lips. The
dark recess of her vagina winks open and closed as she clenches her inner
muscles. Just "north" of her vagina, there is the twist of flesh hiding her
piss hole, and then above that is the clitoral ridge, with a couple of rings
of skin surrounding the tip of her engorged clitoris. It's a little whiter in
color than the rest of her cunt, and it is even twitching slightly. You can
see everything so clearly, for she has stopped just inches above your face.
Now she closes the gap, and you reach your tongue upwards to greet her cunt.
She takes both her hands and rests them on the bed just to either side of
your head, above your ears. This forms a gentle trap that makes it clear that
you shouldn't move your head. She now begins to move her crotch forward and
back, dragging her wide-spread cunt over your entire face, from your chin to
your forehead. You can feel the bump of her clitoris ride over all the
features of your face, top to bottom. Then she focuses on your nose, thumbing
her clitoris side-to-side over the ridge. She hasn't stopped sweating, and
you can feel drops falling into your hair from her swinging breasts above
you. You have stopped paying attention to the odd taste of her mixed juices
and sweat... it is all acting as an aphrodisiac for you, and your again probe
upwards with your tongue, finding her open vagina as she continues to mop her
clitoris onto your nose. When she feels your tongue reach its target, she
tilts her torso back a little more, so that you have full access, and can
push your tongue deep. You then make your tongue long and hard and rigid. And
she bounces up and down on it as if it were a cock. The loose outer lips are
swollen and sopping wet, and they form a cushion that keeps your lips from
being bruised against your teeth. Moaning and raspy gasps are emanating from
her throat, and it is obvious that her orgasm is nearing. You push your
tongue further forward within her vagina, as if your were trying to reach
that patch of blond hair, and it is easy to tell when you make contact with
her G-spot, for she immediately goes over the top, riding your tongue and
nose into a canter and then a gallop. Her moans become a series of sharp
grunts and squeals. Then you feel a flow of liquid surging out of her cunt
around your tongue and into your open mouth. Your first thought is that she
is peeing on you, but immediately you know that the taste is wrong. This is
sweet and a bit syrupy, and you remember reading somewhere that some women
actually ejaculate from having their G-spot stimulated. That is obviously
what is gong on, and you eagerly lap up the wonderful nectar.
When her orgasm finally abates, she swabs her wet cunt up and down your face
a couple more times for good measure, and then rolls off of you and stands on
the floor. She has a wonderful look on her face, and you are glad that she
promised to make sure that you got off too. It's about time. Every woman --
and this woman so much in particular -- is so beautiful in the afterglow of
an orgasm, and you look up and down her body with appreciation and
anticipation. Your cock has been rock hard for maybe an hour and a half, and
it is really starting to ache. As you look her over, your eyes again alight
on her cunt, and again you wonder about her blond pubic hair. It looks so out
of place. You have met and loved women who have dyed the hair on their head
blond, but the pubic hair is always the giveaway as to what their natural
color is.
CONTINUED IN PART 2
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