Dirty Stories: Earth 3010, A Little Story, What to Do When the Power Goes Off...,The Office Visit, I had a Dream of You Last Night, The Tenant, Welcome Home, The Little Girl , Arrival

Earth 3010
 
I could feel the new one fluttering within my confines today.  I think I will be successful.  Garth will be pleased.  It is frightening to think of bringing a new life into this world, but I will be given additional sustenance for over two years.  Many girls have died while carrying a new one but I feel that I am strong enough to be successful, both for myself and this child. 
 
Our world, earth of 3010 is not at all like the earth I read about within the pages of ancient manuscripts.  I read that at one time, creatures roamed the earth and men killed and ate them.  I’ve seen pictures of cows, chickens and all sorts of other creatures that were used for food.  We have no such creatures here.  The gluttony of men caused the extinction of many species and the animal plague destroyed all the rest.  The unfiltered sun warmed the rotting bodies of animals that littered the earth, felled in one swoop of a pandemic of death, while maggots and bacteria flourished.  They could not dispose of the rotting flesh quickly enough, and a plague washed upon the earth, spread through their global air travel, decimating the population of earth within a matter of weeks.  Few of us survived.  Garth said it was the fittest that survived.  I wonder to what end…
 
I do not know if there are any other groups who huddle together and create a living environment as we have.  There are thousands of us within this barren village.  The waters came after the plague and washed away the bodies, of animals, men and illness.  The soil has remained dry and unproductive and so we carefully cultivate the hardiest foods.  Kale, collards, root vegetables.  We have a regular supply of amaranth, millet, buckwheat and rye, but there is never enough for all of us.  Garth rations out our supply and we must be frugal, ignoring our constant feelings of hunger.  We must give some of our rations to the new ones, once they have been weaned.  No one speaks of hunger.  No one comments upon the bony protruberances of our bodies.  I once saw a picture of a group of people in an ancient camp called a concentration camp.  I thought it was our tribe, but for the nakedness.  Well, almost. 
 
We need to be careful to move and stretch each day.  Garth insists because otherwise we will develop extreme pain in our joints from what he calls percentage hydrogen.  It is too low because of a contamination in the water.  Our huge water distiller cannot make sufficient water for the whole tribe, and so we drink from the waterways.  I have been privileged to have the distilled exclusively ever since I was chosen to breed.  There are many good things that I now experience because of my status & fertility.  I’m grateful that he chose me, even at this late stage of my life.  I’m 26 years of age.  Our lifespan is between 30 and 35 years of age, if we don’t die prematurely from starv..  well, we’re not allowed to use that word.  If we die from not being the fittest. 
 
I have wondered about how it was in the past, why our ancestors found procreation to be such an enjoyable endeavor. Garth has very specific instructions as to how we must procreate, because of our physical limitations.  We are all chronically thirsty and dry.  We are of limited energy and have few desires.  We try most of all to cultivate the desire to continue on, for one more day, one day at a time.  I was prepared for the fuck by 5 girls of my choosing.  I didn’t really care, and therefore let Garth choose those most familiar with the procedure.  I lay upon the bed while they rubbed my chronically dry, paper thin skin and manipulated my sleeping breasts.  They rubbed something between my legs, called a clitoris and I felt a little bit of an enjoyable twinge.  Enjoyment is so foreign to me that it frightened me.  They whispered, over an over, to relax, to calm down.  My legs were spread and I saw one of my 3 mates being manipulated in the same way on the bed next to the wall.  The girls were kissing him all over his body with dry lips and scratchy tongue, while pumping his flaccid penis rhythmically.  I lost focus upon myself as I watched in wonderment as is penis began to grow.  Garth stood by the door and the girls looked up to him in questions.  He nodded yes, and my mate stood up.  The five girls surrounding me immediately spit what saliva they could dredge up into their hands and each of them smeared it upon and within my dry vagina.  He mounted me and slipped his penis into me and began moving rhythmically back and forth.  I clenched my vaginal muscles as I had been taught by Garth when he demonstrated with his fingers what was to occur, and I relaxed my other muscles at the same time.  I needed to relax in order to produce lubrication.  Garth said it can be done, even though we are all chronically thirsty and dry in all our orifices.  The first one is the most difficult.  While this mate was doing the fuck, the second mate was having his penis manipulated so that he would be ready.  I focused on relaxing as I held onto his neck, experiencing the closeness of another’s breath upon my face for the first time.  He didn’t kiss me.  He was focusing on his task, knowing that if he was successful, the tribe would continue.  He made the sounds, and I remember Garth instructing me, and so I made the sounds as well.  Finally, just as I was about to cry out in pain from the rough scratching, he stiffened and released.  He collapsed upon me for just a moment and caressed the few tufts of hair I had remaining on my head.  I will never forget that caress.  None of the others did that.  I’ve never seen that mate since, but he remains within my memory because gentleness is foreign to a society where survival supercedes everything.  The next mate mounted me and slid in with ease, now that I was lubricated with semen.  We danced the fuck dance once again and I felt proud, knowing that Garth was pleased.  When the third mate had ejaculated as well, the others were given another chance.  The first, the one I had an emotion about, could not perform again.  The second and third came again to fill me up.  Afterward, the girls mounted my lower torso upon pillows so that the semen would trail deep inside me, and I lay there for 3 hours, immobile but for food and water that was fed to me.  I had been told that I must not urinate during these three hours.  I thought that sadly ridiculous admonition, as we rarely urinate in our society.  There simply isn’t enough water to exit. 
 
I hold my slightly bulging tummy and watch the sunset.  The sunset was one of the few things our ancestors were unable to destroy.  I wonder what kind of life this new one will have.  I hope I don’t bond with it too much, but I’ve heard that it does happen.  I will be suckling for two years, both Garth and the new one, and any other new ones that need additional milk.  We have a difficulty obtaining sufficient protein and some have died from kwashkiorkor, a disease of our ancestors in underdeveloped countries, indicated by swollen tummies and starvation.  But Garth, as our leader, must be kept strong and so he drinks of the leftover milk from each breeder.  It is the only time he touches us, other than during examination.  The colours of the sunset remind me of pictures I’ve seen of fruit.  I wish I knew what fruit tasted like.  The waters destroyed the trees that were upon the earth hundreds of years ago.  My body has been craving foods or substances that I cannot fathom, that do not exist.  I hope that I do not become one with the earth because of this pregnancy.  I want to continue on and I want to become strong with the good food and carry this new one to birth. 
 
I must retire now, to my designated berth with the other carriers.  We are all silent.  There is nothing to discuss.  Garth will be here soon to examine each of us before bed.  It would be wonderful to have a completely successful group for once.

A Little Story
I had this fantasy today that I'd come back from the gym.   I was wearing an outfit I'd just bought.  I have a pinstripe mini skirt with belt.  Demure, except for the short length.  Panty hose, of course. I can't wear a slip, as it's too short.  I bought a top that is utterly outrageous.  It's earth tones, similar to flesh.  It has some vague, soft design to it, but is utterly diaphanous.  But in such a way that you have to look twice to notice that it is.  It is skin tight.  My cleavaged breasts look huge & my waist looks small when I tuck it into my skirt.  High heels, of course, and loose hair. 
 
I walked home from the gym.  You were still in the middle of a meeting, and you got up from the table to let me in when I tried to use my key, as the chair was in the way of the door.  I was somewhat surprised, and your guests were even more surprised.  You let me in & I noticed your typical professional composure.  You were utterly business like.  You introduced me & I shook the hands of the 2 men, in my strong handshake fashion.  A 6' tall woman doesn't shake hands like a goldfish.  One man looked at me with politeness, the other couldn't seem to stop his eyes from wanting to dance to my cleavage.  They were both polite, a little rough, and a little taken aback by my perfumed presence.  I apologized for interrupting your meeting & sat for just a moment upon the couch, opened my gym bag & got out my water.  I didn't want to go into the kitchen, so I just took out that bottle.  I told you that I'd be getting to the computer station, and suggested you just ignore me.
 
Before you returned to the drawings on the table, you asked if I'd had a good workout.  I told you that I'd had a spectacular workout, that every muscle of my body was still coursing with adrenaline.  You could sense it, as could the 2 men sitting beside you.  I reached down & rubbed my ankle in feign, just as a movement to entice the 3 sets of eyes upon me.  I knew exactly what I was doing & revealed in it.  I took my water & went over to the computer, knowing that each of you had a bit of distraction upon your minds. 
 
The men left shortly thereafter.  I'd shaken their hands & told them what a pleasure it was to meet them.  As soon as the door closed, you drew my tiny waist to you & looked up at my towering figure.  I bent my head to kiss you & said, "I want Jonnie boy to fuck me", using the term we use when referring to the horny, sexually promiscuous man you were before being harnessed by one forever female.  I asked you to put your fingers between my legs, clad in crotchless pantyhose.  When you touched me, the wetness that had been awaiting you, I told you that the pussy juice you feel is for Jonnie boy, a cunt that desperately wants to be fucked.  I told you, reiterated that you KNOW I need to be fucked.  Hard and fast.  You released your instant erection & climbed upon me, all my clothes still on, hiking my little skirt up & shoving your penis into me in utter abandon & determination.  Pure, lustful sex.  Those 2 men could have sensed what I'd come for, and they realized it a moment later.  They'd forgotten something at the office & came back into the building, stopped at the door but decided not to knock.  They could hear what was going on. 
 
That beautiful woman was getting the fuck of her life, writhing in pleasure, emitting gasps & groans that made them wish they could just once experience such lustful joy.  You came inside me, and I came at almost the same time, your body on top of mine, pounding like a young boy, unrelenting.  I whispered some of the dirtiest words I've ever uttered, over & over, demeaning words that were purely erotic because of the trust & comfort we have with each other & our fantasies.  I felt like I wanted to blow up because I'd ejaculated, but had not asked you to withdraw.  And I had to cum again.  You said you were swimming inside my swollen pussy, your cum mixed with mine, surfing upon my ejaculate waves. 
 
The contractors outside in the hall decided to return the next day for their forgotten item.

What to do when the power goes off.....

Just two girlfriends spending a Friday evening at home, harnessing our female energy, the strength of a hurricane.

Sexual Fluidity, Lisa M. Diamond, Harvard University Press (April 15, 2009)

The Office Visit

I had a wonderful workout yesterday at the gym.  I’m on a working vacation with my  husband, visiting California.  Left to my own devices, I spend my time working out, enjoying the sunshine & thinking of ways to make him miss me. 

 

The gym is a few blocks from his temporary office, and I prefer to walk.  I really love getting dressed up after pummeling my body with weights, stretching it with yoga & circulating every internal inch with a gentle but long run on the treadmill. 

 

Quite honestly, I have to tell you that I’ve been banned from the office except during my husband’s lunch hour, from 1-2pm.  He has carefully & lovingly explained that I’m simply too much of a distraction during these important meetings of a major merger within the company.  The principles were to meet for preliminary discussions the day before, and follow-up later this afternoon. 

 

After my workout, I had a refreshingly warm shower & applied the heavier makeup he prefers.  Just a bit more around the eyes, and never without lipstick.  My skin is as fresh as it was in my teens, thanks to an exceptional vegan diet.  I blow dried my waist length hair & applied the ever present Chanel No. 5 to my ankles.  With me, it’s about subtlety, my intensity held in check for only he that is worthy.  I pulled on chocolate colored pantyhose, adjusting them carefully.  Ladies, please don’t EVER wear pantyhose with panties!  I used to do that in the cold Scandinavian country I originate from, but my  husband has allowed me to see how Americans prefer their women.  Absolutely no panties under pantyhose, and lots of lace & slinky nylon slips.  This opens up a level of sensuality that augments my already enjoyable orgasms, as does his introduction of hedopleasure toys (more on that later…).   Gosh, I do wish I’d known about this little pantyhose adjustment the day my female university roommates & I went to a parade.  Through necessity & lonely Saturday nights (it’s true that the prettiest girls never get asked out for dates, gentlemen, so smarten up!), we learned to pleasure ourselves with a foray into temporary bisexualism.  On parade day, Veronica & Doreen decided to make me cum in public, surrounded by a crowd.  What an unforgettable experience that was!

 

 

Back to the story…  I pulled on my pantyhose, adjusting the open crotch to allow my labia to breathe the gentle breezes as I walk.  I have some crotchless pantyhose, but also prefer to carefully cut out the crotch from my extremely silky hose, the highest quality, softest caress known to man.  I donned a conservative, straight, herringbone skirt, a modest length above the knees.  I slipped my feet into Mephisto mobiles.  Not the sexiest shoes in the world, but the finest walking shoes.  You see, I love to walk.  My legs are a full 41” of my 6’ Nordic height, and I love to stride with determined, long steps.  This gives me a glorious breeze between my legs that creates a lubrication that seems always ready for my beloved. 

 

I pulled out my bra, a khaki push-up that matches the tiny top I’d chosen.  Unfortunately, I’d forgotten that this particular top requires a camisole for modesty.  I had no camisole & was frustrated that I was revealing more cleavage than I care to.  Regardless, I needed to get to the office by 1pm.  I walked the 4 blocks carrying my gym bag & tiny Gucci backpack, my waist length hair bouncing in the warmth & sunshine.  I kept glancing down & adjusting the infernal décolleté – it seemed to open up just a little bit too much each time I moved.  I arrived at the building, slightly out of breath, not from exertion, rather from anticipation.  Have you ever had days where your body simply insists that you ejaculate?  My labia had been catching my anxious lubrication, letting it dry as I walked, even while the movement of my legs created ever more.  I needed to squirt more than I needed to do anything else that day.  I would be tortured until released, and so I was a woman with a purpose.  My victim (ah, I mean my husband) opened the door of his office & stood in stunned silence.  I’m still surprised at the spontaneous reactions I elicit from him, even when I’m modestly dressed.  I imagine that I’m dressed like a librarian, while his eyes belay the knowledge that should he inch his fingers up my leg, he would encounter easy access to a beseeching pussy, anxious to engage his intimate attention during his hour of respite from work. 

 

Perhaps this is exactly what I had anticipated as I walked down the street with a light, determined step toward his office, oblivious of people around me, focused only on my need to release, but not without him.  He grabbed me roughly & drew me in.  He locked the door & buried his face in my neck.  What is it about you American men?  You are so utterly playful!  He turned me around & sucked on my neck (hidden by my hair) until I knew I’d have a hickey.  This is an American thing, no?  And perhaps a 13 year old American boy thing?  Regardless, it began a laughter thread that would permeate our lunch hour.  I caressed his cheek & explained that I desperately need to ejaculate.  He understands when I get like that.  It’s not so much a sexual thing as a desperate, sensuous, physiological thing.  A primal drive.  Once you’re learned how to ejaculate, your body demands it on a regular basis.  It is extremely healthy & healing in all aspects. 

 

He brought me over to the couch & lay me gently down.  He removed all his clothing & carefully folded it, glorious in the nakedness of his hard, well toned body.  We love naughty sex but not slovenly attire.  He knows the urgent sexual protocol, my beloved teacher & sensuous guide.  He lifted my legs & immediately began a thorough, expert cunnilingus.   Sometimes (especially the 11^th time in a row, ha ha) it takes awhile for me to cum.  But the Lelo Gigi has made ejaculation so fast that it leaves us in stitches (is that where lilo & stitch came from???).   And so I came.  It wasn’t volcanic, but that’s because we were in his office, and I have to hold back my extremely vocal responses.  Despite the fact that we appear to be a conservative couple, we love to make love wherever we find the urge to glorify the wondrous earth we exist upon.  But the executive offices were not to resonate with the sounds that have bathed California’s redwood forests or the antique car show in Laguna Seca.  And so I held back, but released just enough to swell my g-spot, or female prostate.  This is the answer to a quick ejaculation – have a clitoral orgasm first, and then work seriously with the Lelo.  My sweetheart was already saturated & his eyes radiated delight.  I had brought my Lelo Gigi with me & pulled it out of my tiny Gucci backpack.  I love that little purse.  Just big enough for a hairbrush, vibrator, credit card, lipstick, perfume, & tiny package of Kleenex.  What more does a woman need?   When I’d first obtained the Lelo Gigi I felt it was over packaged, as it contained a lovely white satin drawstring bag to hold it.  I didn’t understand the viability of this until I began to travel with it.  The bag was to come handy in yet another way as well, to feed my mischievousness. 

 

So.  I’m laying upon the executives’ office couch, legs  spread, clad in chocolate silky pantyhose rubbing against his neck, ears & shoulders, my skirt hiked up to my waist, one breast popped out of its under-wire encasement.  He said the magic words, those words I always love to hear.  “I want you to cum all over my face.  I want to drink it, smear it all over me…”  Obedient wife that I am, I got straight to work.  The Lelo Gigi is quite a remarkable little toy.  I have used cheap g spot vibrators, and there simply is no comparison.  This unit is smaller than I’m used to, but extremely effective.  My last g spot vibrator seemed so harsh & rough, as I did most of the work.  The vibrations of cheap vibrators are almost an irritant, and I found myself most often using the vibrator without vibration.  It sucked my batteries dry if I forgot to remove them (even with the power off!) and had a hard, plastic body that was fine only for learning, not for sensuality.  The noise was irritating as well.  If you’ve ever used the Thumper massager & compared it to other back massagers, you’ll know what I mean – the Thumper resonates deep within the multiple layers of tissues.

 

By now you may have realized that the Lelo Gigi is of a completely different class than most vibrators.  Don’t you dare consider this unit to be expensive!  When you see it, touch it & understand it, you will not only justify buying it, you will consider, like me, to buy additional ones!  The pink (insertion) end is of a material that I’ve never felt before.  It feels like velvet!  Utterly soft & luxurious, so sensuous that I brushed it against my face when I initially opened the package.  It has a softness but also a grip that I knew would press firmly against my g spot, without slipping.  It is a precision instrument, and completely washable!  This is a rechargeable unit.  Honestly, until you’ve lived with a few battery operated units that have reduced their purr in the middle of pleasure due to weakening batteries, you cannot appreciate the hard work this little fellow puts in to please you. 

 

The Lelo has various intensities for its 5 modes of vibration.  It took me awhile to get used to this aristocratic fellow.  Comparing it to my last g spot vibrator (which was crushed in a well padded suitcase en route to the Montreal blues festival) is like comparing a handsome truck driving lover to a gentile, charming, uxorious mate.  Certainly, the truck driver may have provided a good time for the short period of time where he proved useful & fun.   But any woman who is intelligent & sensitive enough to teach herself how to ejaculate deserves the Porsche of vibrators.  And if you’ve ever driven in a Porsche, you know how it hugs the road.  In the same way, the Lelo hugs the walls of your vagina, a true Formula One machine, speeding you through orgasm via your pelvic & pudendal nerve highways, to the point of no return.

 

Speaking of, let’s get back to the office.  I reached over for the Lelo & inserted him.  I have come to prefer using the Lelo over my husband’s fingers, even though he’s quite adept at stimulating me at precisely the right spot & with expert intensity.  The reason for this is because he loooooves to have me squirt upon his face & in his mouth.  He drinks my juices as if parched in the desert of romantic lust.  The Lelo is very quick & intense, without being crass or rude.  He’s subtle but knows exactly how to do his job, and he does it well.  I need only lay back & hold him gently, unlike the last one, that I had to grip tightly for fear of slipping due to the excessive amount of lubrication required. 

 

It usually takes less than 2 minutes to complete a full series of ejaculations.  About 1-2 minutes of prep time.  My husband lay between my legs as I pleasured myself, sucking gently on my swollen clitoris as I pressed Lelo against my need.  In just a moment, I groaned “stop!”.  He withdrew, as did  the Lelo.  I gushed downward a substantial amount of ejaculate.  He laughed like a kid, as he always does when I ejaculate.  Yikes!  I’d forgotten to bring pads to sop up the cum!  I reached over into my gym bag & drew out the large towel.  He folded it under my legs.  My skirt was drenched, as I didn’t eject with enough force to push it away from me.  I was laying in a puddle of pussy perfume, as he likes to call it.   I inserted the Lelo again quickly, and within 15 or 20 seconds, my second gush arose.  This time I pushed.  It flew out at an angle (which sometimes happens) and hit him square in the face.  We began laughing & laughing, and I inserted once again.  Again I squirted, still always shocked at how much fluid can be ejaculated over & over again.  Again it was at an angle, and covered his right arm, face & chest.  We were laughing so hard that neither could remember in hindsight how many times I’d cum.  It doesn’t matter.  There’s always more…

 

My beloved is learning the various levels of orgasm that  woman experience, and so I have no problem with him asking me if I’ve cum.  I may not be screaming each time, but it doesn’t mean I’ve not cum with extreme pleasure.  And so he asked me (cumming & ejaculating are different physiological functions, even for men – hence tantric exercises for both men & women).  My answer?  “No, I didn’t cum – I was too busy laughing!!!” 

 

“Classic answer!”, he said.   He then got dressed without wiping his wet chest or face & shooed me out in order to prepare for his next meeting.   Lunch.  Delivered to your door…  I left the lilo in its satin bag upon my husband’s desk.  I guess I should call & tell him before the meeting begins…

I had a dream of you last night:
 
Rain & wind all night.  I'm exhausted.  Woke up numerous times with the same dream, or was it a fantasy?
 
I was wearing one of my expensive La Senza bras.  Asked if you would kiss the area between my breasts, my sternum.  Asked
if I could unbutton one button.  You said yes.  I asked if I could unbutton another.  You said yes.  I didn't need to
unbutton the 3rd, but I asked anyways.  I opened my shirt, just the top area & parted it for you.  You kissed me gently. 
 
Then you asked if I could kiss you somewhere.  I asked if I could kiss you on your splenic flexure.  I was standing
in front of you, our bodies touching in almost all capacities.  I asked if I could unbutton the button on your pants. 
You said yes, and so I did.  Then I asked if I could unzip you.  You agreed.  I reached behind & put my palms upon
your buttocks as I slid down your pants.  You reached over to adjust yourself.  I then trailed my fingers down your
chest to the area just below your right pelvic bone.  I told you that this was where I was going to kiss you. 
 
I crouched down in front of you, my cheek inadvertently brushing your penis.  I kissed this area with sweet innocence
& a slightly naughty tongue, but with much moistness & slow sensuality. 
 
Then I looked up at you & asked you something. 
 
I cannot tell you what happened next...
 
2. Don't read until later...
 
I don't think you want to hear what happened next.  It's not nice, not in the way I'm nice (as in "nice girl"). I am a very nice girl - you just affected me a bit more than I had anticipated.   I may forever regret sending you this.  I blame it on the hurricane - I become insane in wild weather.  Cannot sleep for the dreams, but you're only the 2nd person who has been in my fantasies.  Usually it's just a masturbatory release for me, no actual face.  I guess a writer has to write...
 
I was on my knees in front of your almost naked body, focusing on your splenic flexure & looked up at you & asked if I could kiss you  "there".  You said yes.  My lips were already very moist from contact with your skin, and I gently kissed your shaft, extremely slowly, just feeding off your energy.  You were very quiet.  I was very sweetly enjoying my gentle, careful touches with my tongue, just in a small area, and determining your responses & pleasure.  I thought you were pleased.  Then I looked up at you & you moved some hair away from my face & I asked if I might do something else.  I asked if I might put the head of your penis in my mouth.  You gasped "yes...".  I put my head down & breathed upon you gently & then looked up & asked again, just to reiterate.  I explained that if I do, I might want to put my lips together & create some suction with a great deal of moistness.  Would that be ok?  You said yes, even more quietly... 
 
I am excruciatingly slow in some respects.  I inched toward the head of your penis & very, very gently touched the head with my open lips.  I was very soft, as if I were eating an ice cream.  I held it in my mouth for what seemed like forever, not moving, (remember, I was up all night with this fantasy/dream).  Then I closed my mouth a bit more & began to apply a bit of suction.  Very, very gently.  I could sense a change in your breathing.  I was still at the very head of your penis.  Then I flicked my tongue & opened my mouth & put you deeper into my throat.  Not too deep.  I wanted to feel you, not impress you.  I felt my vagina almost in spasms from the oestrogen reacting to what I was doing.  I took my fingers & ran them between the indentations of your buttocks, gently pushing in, but not too far.  Just a sensual touch.  I reached as far as I could down below, but in my fantasy I couldn't reach your perineum, as you were standing in front of me (anatomical perfection is so integral to my fantasies).  So I kept touching that area that so few realize is quite sensitive.  All areas are sensitive.  I felt that you were really enjoying it, and were glad that I wasn't inhibited in any respect.  
 
I did feel that my slow sucking was driving you slowly to distraction.  Ha ha.  Good.  That's what tantra is about.  I couldn't sleep, so why should you?  I'm on my period right now & couldn't masturbate, so I had to make do with non-contact orgasm (it's been a natural part of my life most of my life, I cannot really explain it).  So I came & came, lightly, deeply & languorously.  Enjoying the fantasy of pleasing you. 
 
And then something happened.  I don't think I should tell you...
 
3.  Conclusion
 
This is part 3...
 
I know you are gonna ask.  So I have to continue...
 
I'd been having this dream/fantasy all night long, being kept awake by the wind & rain of hurricane Ryan.  I kept rolling from one side to another, kept having this dream. 
 
And then, at one point , I had to touch myself and, in my fantasy, I asked you if you felt cold from my saliva on your "you know", that I had a warm place for you to go.  You asked me to show me where.  We were suddenly on the ground & I opened the lips of my vagina.  They were utterly soaked, awaiting you.  I climbed on top of you & removed my bra.  I inserted you, again just by one inch.  I left you there at 1" insertion as I kissed you & reveled in your sucking of my nipples. 
 
We both wanted more, it was obvious.  But, loquacious person that I am, I had to talk yet again.  I asked, while your cock sat waiting at the crest of my vagina, if you loved me.  You said "yes".  I pounded myself into you.  And then begged you to roll me over & even may have used a bad word to ask you to do what I wanted you to do.  I came 3x last night with that fantasy. 
 
Screaming cums...





The Tenant

We were standing in our room at resort, gazing into each others' eyes.  You noticed the little twinkle in mine & waiting with a smile to see what I might tempt you with. 
 
"Would you like to play a game?"  You smiled & nodded your head.  "I'm going to be a prospective tenant, seeing your house".  I dressed in my short white silky nightgown, as pretty as a summer dress & a provocative bra, my legs clad in nylon stockings & feet in high heeled sandals.  I tousled my hair so that it appeared a little wild & applied smoky kohl to my eyes, plum lipstick & blush, much more than I normally wear.  I tottered just a little bit on my sandals as I walked toward you.  Was I a little girl trying to act grown up, or was I intimating that I wanted you to catch me if I fell into your arms? 
 
You shook my hand after I introduced myself & gave me a tour of the house.  I walked ahead of you at times, knowing that you were stealing glances at me.  I opened the back door & a slight breeze blew my short hemline up for a moment, allowing you to see my upper thighs & the lacy garters holding up my silky hose.  I stayed at that door for just a moment longer than I should have, my legs spread apart, pelvis slightly tilted forward, and we both knew that it was because I was enjoying the feeling of that breeze against my vagina as I allowed nature to caress me & entice wetness.  I closed the door slowly, knowing it would give you time to compose yourself & draw your eyes away from me; stop your mind from wondering if I was wearing underwear.  I turned toward you & you noticed a slight blush on my cheeks, a moistness in my eyes, which appeared darker & deeper than they had a moment before.  You knew.  You just knew that I was having a difficult time keeping my glance focused on your face.  Oh, how desperately I wanted to glance down & see if you craved me.  But instead I asked to see the kitchen.  You reached out & touched my back slightly in order to direct me to the kitchen.  We were both surprised at this little, forthright gesture & alarmed at the motionless, electric reaction we both felt in that instant.  I walked ahead of you & babbled in order to regain my composure.  I told you that I did the cooking for myself & my 2 female roommates, that they were quite young, but were obedient girls & we were all very close. 
 
I took it upon myself to open a few cupboards, reaching up & revealing the the tight muscles of my legs that you ached to touch.  I then went over to the stove & bent over, legs straight, while opening the over door.  My legs were slightly apart & you were far enough back to see that I was indeed wearing no underwear & that my labia was pink & swollen with moisture.  I continued talking, deceptively ignorant of your increased lung capacity & attempts at silent breathing.  "I love to create good food that nourishes the body.  It's very sensuous to eat something that is offered with love, don't you think?"  Still bent over, I turned my head toward you as I said this, my back straight & the muscles of my buttocks begging to be spread so that you could enter my vagina from behind.  It took every ounce of your being to refrain from from thrusting your rock-hard penis into me at that moment.  My demeanor was so innocent that you knew that you might be misunderstanding; misreading my body language.  Perhaps, you reasoned, I was simply a sensuous creature who is lusted after by every man she meets.  You did not want to overstep, or frighten me, or (perhaps more importantly) lose a tenant. 
 
We walked through the living room & the bedrooms.  You explained that you'd spent a couple of nights here, and this was why there was an air mattress on the floor, piled high with pillows & soft bedding.  You mentioned that you needed to have access to the house for legal reasons, and hoped it would not inconvenience or scare me.  I told you no, that my roommates & I were very friendly & hospitable & would welcome you anytime.  But then I told you that I didn't have a good credit score.  I saw a change in your face & I quickly said, "But I have something else that I think will guarantee a good business relationship".  You looked searchingly into my eyes & I lifted my left foot & stepped aside, spreading my legs slightly as I stood before you, strong, powerful & sure of my sexuality.  I lifted the skirt of my little dress with my left hand & touched myself with my right hand, my eyes never leaving your face.  I could see you were trapped in erotic bliss, unable to tear your glance from the subtle changes occurring in my face as I began to sail through an erotic tide of wet waves.  You swallowed & glanced down, just as I was removing my finger from deep within my feminine softness.  I stepped slowly toward you & raised my hand gently toward your face, tracing my wet finger across your lips.  You drank in my pheromonic scent & wrapped your lips around my finger.  You closed your eyes & allowed my cum to titillate your taste buds & your erotic imagination, allowing my juices to nourish a deficiency you'd never known you had.  A spiral of sexual energy began to uncurl itself from the deepest reaches of your lower torso, a dangerous, wild animal that had been sleeping for so long, now ready to devour with beast-like ferocity & selfishness. 
 
I turned my back toward you & rubbed my body against yours, slithering like a snake while reaching around & pressing your buttocks against me.  I whispered, "Mr, no one has ever made me want them the way you have.  I have obsessed about wanting you from the moment I saw you outside this house".  You took advantage of my innocence & your maturity & said "Yes, I know, young lady.  I can sense how much you want me to release the orgasm that is torturing you right now."  You had both of your hands softly rubbing my quadriceps, inching ever so slowly to my inner thighs, up & down, sending shivers down my spine & vibrations through my reproductive organs.  "Do you want me to touch you, young lady?  To make you understand what it feels like to be loved by me?"  I groaned & moved my hips in answer, moaning in a desperate cry as your fingers entered me.  My lips were so swollen that you could barely feel my clitoris.  You knew this was because I was fertile, my female hormones obsessing about coitus with an appropriate mate.  You used your palm to cup my pubis, pressing my backside against your penis as it struggled in spasm to escape its fabric confines.  You removed your hand, knowing you were leaving me aching for more.  Much more.  I put my arms around your shoulders & earnestly beseeched you..
 
"I really want to live here.  I'll take care of the place & you can come by whenever you need to.  You don't have to love me, but I'll always be there for you if you do.  Please let me show you how sincere I am..."  I began unbuttoning your shirt as I looked at you with innocent eyes, searching for any sign of rejection, yet knowing that I had you utterly captivated.  You saw something in my eyes that you couldn't quite identify, but decided to give me what every sensual woman wants.  I unbuttoned & unzipped your pants & you stepped out of them, removing your shirt.  You stood before me naked & I glanced down upon you in unbridled lust. 
 
"Do you want to suck me, young lady?"  I kissed you passionately & whispered in your ear, "No, my darling, that's for later".  You didn't question me.  I led you to the mattress & asked you to lay down.  I rubbed my body across yours, a horizontal dance of wet kisses, silky gown, nylon stockings & sweet smelling hair covering every inch of your pulsating body.  I still hadn't touched your cock with my hands or my mouth, and it ached & moved toward me, anxious to find sweet succor from deep within me. 
 
"I love the way you taste," you said.  "Let me drink you..."  I inched up across your body until my spread legs were positioned over your face.  You caressed my nylon clad legs & waited for me to lower myself upon you.  You buried yourself in my soft pubic hair & inserted your tongue into my vagina, running it along the length of my clitoral shaft.  My breath was coming so quickly now that my breasts heaved uncontrollably.  I squeezed my pubococcygeal muscle in rhythm to your cunt kisses & you had the remarkable experience of my vagina actually kissing you back. 
 
That was the moment you understood that your life would never be the same again, and would never be without me.  I lifted myself up & your kundalini wild beast forced me onto my back.  You knew instinctively how I love to be fucked & you pulled a pillow under my cheeks, lifting my legs high into the air, as wide as they could be spread.  You thrust yourself inside me, almost wanting to rip me apart.  We fought & screamed & gasped & fucked.  Techniques of pleasing seduction forgotten, we just fucked & fucked & fucked, sweating & caring for nothing but our own selfish pleasures.  You felt me climbing higher & higher.  No orgasm of mine was good enough for you.  You would give me no respite, despite how many times you noticed my breathing stop momentarily as I reached another orgasmic crest.  Until you heard me begin to scream.  Then you knew that you'd pleased me as much as I wanted to be pleased.  You felt yourself release the harness upon your cum & you climbed with me to the top of the screaming summit & we both careened down in an explosion of nuclear kundalini. 
 
Despite your experience as a lover, you knew that you had experienced something remarkable.  You buried your head in my damp shoulder & whispered, "Will your roommates mind if I come visit you often?"  I replied, "No, they would be quite pleased, as pleased as I am". 
 
"What do mean, exactly?"  you asked.  I explained to you that my roommates & I loved to touch each other & keep our sensuality alive.  We would often spend hot afternoons in bed, drinking each other, kissing & caressing until we were spent.  You sat up on an elbow & traced an invisible line on my neck & clavicle.  "Tell me more..." 
 
"What we do miss the sharing of a superior cock & the drinking of the cum of a worthy one, a truly masculine male who would enjoy our games of sharing & cumming together."  "But why wouldn't you put me in your mouth?"  you asked.  "I was waiting for you to invite my roommates inside.  You looked at me confused, and I asked you to look out the window & motion them inside.  You glanced in surprise & saw 2 beautiful young women glancing inside.  You realized that they'd been watching us throughout our passionate encounter.  You motioned them inside & your penis remarkably sprang to life, harder than before.  These 2 young women came into the bedroom & I asked you to lay back as they drank in your cum.  You watched as they caressed my legs & tummy, removed my dress & bra, one removing each stocking slowly while the other licked my pussy with sweet suckling noises of absolute delight.  The other one playfully pushed this one away, wanting to taste the remarkable flavor of our mutual juices as they oozed out of me.  While one sucked at my hardened nipples, the other whipped her tongue around my vagina & clitoris & I looked at you as I climbed once again, ready to release myself fully.  Wet with my juices, these young women, who had not been named, began to work in earnest.  One removed her blouse, revealing tiny breasts that she manipulated as she looked with you.  She kissed your mouth & caressed your chest while I sucked delicately on your earlobe & inserted my finger into her vagina from behind.  The second young lady, now also unclothed, bent herself over your swollen cock.  She was rougher that I might have been, using her hands & mouth in rough, primordial fashion, and your penis hurt from the friction of our lovemaking.  But she would give you no respite.  We played a sexual game of musical chairs & moved our positions, so that I was now positioned at your altar.  I urged you to bend you legs & open them wide, as this is how I love to suck, with free access to all areas of your testicles, perineum & abductor muscles.  I was gentle with you, know what power lay beneath.  I flicked & sucked your cock while teasing your testes with my lips.  The girls never stopped kissing you, covering every inch of your body with their lips, hair, hands & skin.  Before you came, I stopped & we changed position once again.  This girl made little mewling sounds as she caressed you & nibbled the length of your member.  She was smaller than the 3 of us, quite petite, actually.  She used her tiny hand to grip the shaft of your penis with surprising strength & sucked the head of your penis, unable to put more into her tiny mouth.  I gently caressed her body so that she was turned around, still sucking you, but in a 69 position on the side of your body, her buttocks swaying to the rhythm she was creating.  I positioned myself backwards over your face, whispering that I needed to feel your tongue inside me again.  The third girl knelt on your other side & I kissed her passionately, our hands running through each other's hair & upper bodies.  You reached each of your hands over to my roommates & inserted your fingers into their vagina's, rubbing & flicking as we all moved our mouths in rhythm.  You thus carried us all away, with your hands, your cock & your mouth.  You listened to our crazed breathing with absolute delight.  The petite one almost hiccuping with her joy at being the chosen one to release your luscious cream.  The other one was growling at the things you were making her feel between her legs while I stuck my tongue deeper & deeper into her wet, incoherent mouth.  And I... I revealed in the feeling of your mouth, searching & pleasing every nerve cell between my legs as my roommate caressed & squeezed my breasts & nipples. 
 
Always the leader & always obeyed, I let them know that the time was coming to come.  I got louder, noisier, more out of control.  Your hands worked furiously as the 2 girls gushed relentlessly.  Your cock began a series of seizures, utterly uncontrollable, until you finally released a sound indicative of the most primitive release of sexual tension & energy.  In chorus, we all came together, in spasms over & over again, holding each other & melting into one, huge, universal orgasm.  A supernova.





Welcome home....
 
 
And still, you have not cum.






The Little Girl

Would you let me play this little game with you?

I have a top, a little sleeveless black top that is very tight on me. It says Gucci written across the front. When I put it on (without a bra) it squishes my breasts, which are normally a nice handful & a half, and flattens them, making them all but disappear. An almost flat torso with my nipples jutting through the thin stretchy fabric. My nipples are still tiny, as I've never had a child suckle them, nor have I ever been pregnant.

I'd like to wear this top for you. I would don a flouncy short skirt I have, in dark green. I like to wear this skirt in tropical weather - it's cute & girlie & soft. It's the kind of skirt a girl doesn't want to wear without underwear, when there are mischievous boys around. But it's so hot outside, and those bad boys down the street are not around. And I'm just at home with my cute "boyfriend". Mom & dad are gone for the day.

I put my hair up in 2 high pony tails, above each ear. I have a couple of bows I tie them up with, new bows that have sparkly things in them. I'm a little bit silly & put on some lipstick. Silly little girl, trying to look older.

We're laying on the bed watching TV. Some dumb after school show that is pretty boring. We're cuddled innocently in each others' arms, in spoon fashion, almost falling asleep. You remove your leg from my thigh & I turn to face you, laying on my back. The air conditioning is making my nipples hard. A commercial comes on TV & I grab the remote & press the mute button. Then I turn to you & ask innocently, if you like my "Gucci". You look at my chest & my two baby nipples & you trace your fingers across them very lightly. I giggle & giggle. Then I push your hand away. You get up & I think you're mad.

"Where are you going?" I ask. "I have to pee..." you reply.

I ask, "Can I do it for you?" You smile that cute mischievous smile that has caused me to have a crush on you for so long, and you beckon me to follow. You stand in front of the toilet & lift the lid. I stand behind you & press my torso into your back. I reach around in front & unzip your pants. I'm not really sure how to do this. I reach in but I'm fumbling a bit & it doesn't look like there's much room to pull you out. I don't want to hurt you. So I pull down your pants & underpants to your ankle & stand up behind you again.

Ahhh... This feels better for me, because I can feel your bum against my crotch & wrap my hands around your thighs for a fleeting moment, before I reach over & hold your penis. I cup your testicles with my other hand. I want to feel what it feels like to have pee come out of a penis. I've got my chin on your shoulder & am looking over as I say, "OK". You begin a stream of urine & I try my best to aim in the middle of the toilet bowl. I want to show you that I can do this precisely, but then I begin to play a little, making circles with the stream. I get some outside the bowl. Oops! I giggle.

I really like touching you & feeling your penis moving slightly, up & down. You finish your stream. I'm not sure how to shake or tap or whether toilet paper is involved. You put your hand over mine & remove the last drop with a quick flick. I have a brilliant idea.

"Can I wash your penis now?" I just want to discover more & more about this body part that I know nothing of. I'm not sure, but I think I'm going to be doing some big girl stuff, and I want you to be clean. And I also want to do it in a way that will prevent you from thinking I'm a loose girl. You let me fill the tub 1/2 way with warm water & you sit down. I'm outside the tub, bending over you. I soap up my hands & begin to gently caress your testicles & penis, sliding my hands daringly behind your balls & over the the top of your penis' head.

I feel your penis grow hard, and I know what that means. I splash water on you to wash off the soap & you stand up. I remain on my knees & I press the towel upon your now hard penis. It's soooo funny! I start to giggle again & you grab one of my pony tails & you pull it. Hard! "Hey, stop that!" "Well, stop laughing at me!" "I'm not laughing at you! Look, do you still want to play or do you want to watch that stupid TV show?" Contritely, you respond, "OK. I still want to play. What do you want to do next?"

"I want to put baby oil on you, since you're acting like such a little kid!" I instruct you to lay down on the bed, over some towels. I find the bottle of calendula baby oil that mom uses to make her skin really soft. I squirt it all over your penis, like I'm pouring maple syrup on pancakes. It looks so silly now, your red cock glistening in the sunlight. My giggles begin again. I take my hands & begin to rub, deeply & thoroughly. You're not going to pull my pony tail now, I know.

Everything is so wet & oily. It's dripping everywhere. I have to sop up some of this oil. So I jump with silliness over you & spread my legs. My skirt is a canopy, so you cannot see my vagina, so I must still be a good girl. I insert you & begin an utterly silly jumping, up & down, on top of your penis. It feels so good inside me, I begin to giggle. And then I really begin to giggle. There is no sensuality involved, just fun. My pony tails are bobbing wildly & my breasts are anchored firmly against my chest as if I'm 18 years old. Back & forth, up & down. I'm laughing & laughing, in a voice that gets progressively higher & higher & more & more breathless. But I can't stop giggling. It's making such a funny smooshing sound, and I keep losing my balance.

It's so much fun!

Look at me! Weeeeeeee!" Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

You've been laying back,enjoying this with your perpetual, sexy, half smile. And suddenly you grab the upper part of my thighs, just under my pelvis. And your strong arms clamp me down upon you & immobilize me. I lean forward & give you little girlie kisses all over your face as I listen to you exhale in orgasm. You said the "f" word as you exhaled.

Game over.

Until next time.








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