Authors: C. Elizabeth
“Oh cheers.
So that’s what you think of me do ya?” I kid as Mark looks down.
“Oh shit, I didn’t
exactly put much thought into that did I?”
“It’s
brilliant, I’m just playing with you. Johnny’s great!”
I continue to remove
JC as he brings his arms back down and around me fiddling about with the clasp with clear intentions of confiscating my bra. Instead he has difficulty and leans in to tease and nip at my nipple through the lace. His cock now creating a tipi with his underpants and its tip jabbing into my pelvis.
Fuck me, that is long.
I
extend the elastic of his shorts slightly and pull them slowly down over his noticeably throbbing cock, freeing it from its grey cotton sheath. It bobs up and down enthusiastically a few times, hypnotising me before coming to its stiff horizontal attention. It’s absolutely beautiful. It truly is a magnificent looking cock; mightily voluptuous in every way. Who knew I’d ever actually consider a cock could be so marvellously bewitching. I can’t take my eyes off of it. Not only is it the perfect size – around eight inches of erect bliss, with a perfectly plump girth, but it’s light pink in colour, blemish-free, not unattractively veiny but veiny enough to unmistakably detect his suggestive exuberance pumping through it. And to top it all off, he’s taken the time to trim. He’s exceptionally well endowed. And clean.
Can’t get any better than this.
“You okay?”
“Oh shit, yeah, sorry. It’s just the most attractive dick I have ever seen.”
“
Jesus really? Well, thank you. I must admit, that’s a first. I’ve never been complimented on it.” His face reddens.
“Well, they weren’t looking properly then were they?” I quip
, still staring down at all its glorious cockness.
“
Then again, I have however been praised for my notable capability in using it in the most pleasure-giving possible ways,” he jokes in return.
I manage to
extricate from the mesmerising gaze that keeps me locked onto his protracted supremacy and quickly veer my stare from his penis to his sparkling eyes as I wrap my perspiring, heated right hand around his pulsating thickness.
“I guess I’ll be the judge of that Mr.”
I begin to massage it, slowly but firmly. His head falls forward and he watches as I unite my left hand above the other, both hands simultaneously working his manhood; his blood pumping violently through his bountiful dominance. Then he fully pushes down his undies to the floor and I concurrently remove mine, still leaving on my strappy panties. His body is insatiable. He’s remarkably toned, his triceps and biceps evenly built and powerful. No surprise taking into account he goes to the gym twice a day. They look like sand dunes.
I imagine driving my tongue
like a 4x4 truck up and over the silky-smooth ridges of his arms. He has an ironing board for a stomach and long slender legs.
Bumhead, I wish mine were as slim.
Literally, one of my thighs is the width of both of his put together, plus extra. He’s like a perfect, handsome, confident wild stallion – magnificently powerful and playfully energetic.
Oh god, I hope he’s like a bucking bull in the sack.
He
studies me, casually looking me up and down.
Oh shit, he doesn’t like what he sees. I’m too fat. I knew it!
I become embarrassed and cross my arms over the front of my body.
As if that would even cover anything!
“Oh no you don’
t, I want to take you all in. Every single sexy inch of you. Every curve, every dimple,” he demands as he unlinks my arms and moves them to my sides so I’m standing at attention like a limp soldier.
“Stop staring, it’
s embarrassing,” I giggle. I can feel my face become flushed.
“
Really? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I just think you’re stunning.” He sounds concerned and mortified.
“
Your body is to die for, you have such beautiful womanly curves, perfect breasts and your stomach is so sumptuous. You’re just fantastic in every way. Feminine. Sophisticated and incredibly provocative all rolled into one. As my poem says...perfection.”
“Oh, well in that case, stare away,” I tease.
“No I’m kidding, don’t. Come here rather.”
I pull his face to mine and
kiss him deeply, urgently as he places his hands under my arms. I giggle winching away from his embrace.
“Oh fuck, sorry, I’m
ticklish.”
Trust me to ruin the moment.
“Oh, okay
sorry.”
Now e
xpecting it, he moves his hands gently in this time and lifts me as easily as if I’m a size zero, forcefully flinging me backward onto the bed. I instantly become dizzy as my head bounces forward off the mattress and lands back on the softness again. It’s spinning. I guess it could be anything from the wine, the sudden lift-and-dump action or the uncontrollable pining I’m feeling towards him.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” I
say beggingly, eagerly awaiting his influx.
He
moves over me and hovers above me, frowning murderously down at me as he staunchly encircles his A4 sized grip around my neck. Yes, it might sound odd that I know how big his hands are, but I couldn’t help asking him during one of our in-depth, inquiring conversations a while back. Besides the already extensive inventory of partner preferences, I too have a thing about men’s hands. They can’t be dainty and weak looking. They absolutely must be clean and nails neatly maintained but also, they need to be masculine and strong. When I asked how big his hands were, other than getting back a hundred question marks, he obligingly went on to tell me that if he places his hand onto an A4 size sheet of paper and spreads his fingers with the bottom of his hand in line with the base of the page, the tip of his middle finger isn’t too far off from the tippy top with his thumb and pinkie touching the sides.
Mmm, such long strong fingers inside me.
“All in good time my sweet.
I want to relish you with my sight and touch first."
“Okay,” I say as my voice cracks with emotion.
Oh how long I’ve waited for this feeling.
His
lustful stare is captivating. Our eyes remain locked on one another as he kisses my cheeks, my chin, my lips and my nose. I wrinkle it and giggle softly. Then he closes my eyes to plant kisses on both eyelids before pressing his lips onto the middle of my forehead between my eyes.
“
It’s said that if your loved one kisses you on your third eye; your pineal gland, it activates the gland opening up its reception and creating peace and enlightenment.”
“Wooow,” I muster as I sigh in a spiritual pleasure.
Loved one? Did he just say loved one?
“Well, something to that effect anyway
.”
Then h
e courses the tips of his lengthy fingers along the contours of my hip bones – up and over, dipping into the last remaining concaves of my tummy. He slowly and teasingly slides down one of my panty straps, however not all the way. He lightly kisses my hips and moves his sensuous lips further down to my pelvis. My breathing becomes shorter and faster. I’m aching urgently for him. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him. My extreme need for him is irrepressible and I find it difficult to breathe.
With one hand I run my fingers through his perfectly styled hair. It’s stiffened with gel but I scrunch a thick chunk of it into my hand all the same. I grip onto his bulging tricep with the other, as he holds himself up above me before looking back into my eyes.
I
list both my hands and gently stroke them against his cheeks as we stare deeply into each other’s souls. He looks at me with love and adoration whilst I’m positive it can’t be possible for him to love me. Not so soon anyway. But then again why and how do I already feel like I love him? Of course, I don’t utter such words. I lose myself in the moment savouring his every touch, his every caress and I’m grateful for the time that he’s taking to delight in me.
I feel his
bony hips arrive between my thighs, his slimness hurts slightly on my groin but the sensation of my clit being teased and stroked by the tip of his cock invades my mind and completely takes it over. His stubble brushes against my cheek as he moves his mouth from mine to my neck. Still not entering me.
Then he
trails his wet tongue down along my neck, over my chest and through the pleat of my cleavage, arriving down the centre of my stomach, into and out of my bellybutton. He looks up at me. My eyes still piercing down at him and our eyes meet.
“You okay?” he asks
considerately from below.
“I’m in absolute heaven. Don’t stop.”
I’m enjoying his sweet tenderness but now I’m ready for him to savagely exploit my body in any way he’d like.
“Just so we’re clear, you don’t have to be gentle the entire time. Whatever you want won’t scare me.”
“I know. Glad you consent to a bumpier ride. But for now I’m just easing you in before I completely take over your body and mind.”
“I’ll be honest, you’re not far from doing that already. This feels amazing.”
He buries his head between my legs and
launches into an amazingly pleasurable tongue-swivelling action at the tip of my quivering clit. The warmth of his breath and the heated wetness of his tongue almost burn at their touch. A finger skilfully and softly slides around the entry before piercing into my soaking pussy. I contract.
“
Mmm, quite the talented one ain’t ya Ms Bentley?” Mark teases.
“Indeed
,” I say in breathless anticipation as he slides in another, and then another. I tighten some more. He continues to finger and lick me for ages before coming up for air to kiss me as I lick off my own taste from his lips. I wheeze at the torturously tantalising touch of his hardness teasing my clit as it massages against me. He quickly crawls backwards and I watch him pick up his jeans to retrieve a condom.
“
So much for not assuming anything,” I rag.
“This is a just-in-case-packet. The
metre-long assemblage of condoms that are in my bag confirm all assumptions,” he laughs, quickly changing his tone to that of sudden concern.
“Sorry, I could always stop if you’d prefer?”
“Don’t be fucking daft!”
I watch as he rips open the plastic and pulls the
slippery rubber over his shaft before moving back in toward me. The safe trustworthy Missionary: he’s on his knees and my legs are hung over his thighs as he enters me.
“
Ho-ly h-e-ll.”
Once again my breath is stolen
away. He’s bigger than I’ve ever had before. Not quite unbearable but my god it’s not much further off from being almost intolerable, for me anyway. Not only is the skirting of my petite ingress being stretched to the max but I feel the pressure from his tip as it touches parts of my insides I never knew were reachable.
Shit, I hope my coil is still intact! Better take a morning-after pill tomorrow, just in case.
The thought of a
large chunk of meat re-enters my mind. He fucks me slowly at the start, tenderly and thoroughly. Our bodies fused together as one. I bite his shoulder and he casually adjusts his speed. Then like a beat boxer, he quickens his pace.
My legs still flopped over his,
I press my feet down hard into the mattress and lift my bum into the air so I can feel him even deeper inside of me. He straightens his upper body, clamps both his hands onto each of my hips and pulls me closer as I cooperatively propel my body towards him until we affix into a physical paradise. I feel light trickles of sweat drizzle off his powerful body onto mine as I burrow my nails into the top of his back and drag them slow and hard along his shoulder blades bringing them down along his sides. He winces and grabs onto my arms gently lifting me forward until my face is in line with his chest. His hairs tickle my nose.
His grip
becomes harder as he lifts me and rolls himself onto his back, his cock still buried inside of me, re-jigging our positions to bring me on top of him.
Just the way I like it. It’s time for this here cowgirl to take the libidinous reign.
I
try to get comfortable as I straddle him, tactfully wriggling about in an attempt to impede the sudden pinch of cramp that shoots through my thigh. I lean in and caress his forehead, then his nose. A higher passion inflames me as I assiduously and hungrily kiss his lips and begin to play rodeo with a dominatrix clout. I contort about some more not yet allowing myself to fully settle on top of him. His cock is just so big that it pushes into the insides of my stomach. For now I lean back giving myself time to ease him in and granting him a full frontal flash of my assets as I rest my arms on his shins, hanging my head back and brushing his ankles with the softness of my long loose hair. I massage my breasts with one hand then slide it slowly downward over my pussy and up to my mouth as I taste myself before moving it back down again. It’s not something I’m fond of doing much but I know that it turns him on, so I’m more than happy to please.