Young Writers Society

I could feel his twitching cock pushing into my abdomen. Calling me. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly. The breathing, the pulsing, the desire was overwhelming. Even the smell of his flesh as his neck was buried into my face whilst we kissed.

The taste of his salty, wet lips pressing against mine. I wanted this. "I want you to fuck me," I whispered. He reared his head and grinned at me. That cheeky, devil's grin that said: "I want you too." It felt comfortable in his arms. Touching the back of his head with my delicate fingers. This was it.

I pushed him towards the sofa, my eyes devouring his torso as he swiftly removed his shirt and made a low grunting noise in the back of his throat. As I approached, I straddled him and as my wet pouch touched the hard baton that was his crotch, I felt the familiar gushing sensation down there.

He pulled at my shirt as I was undoing the buttons; and tossing the hem of my skirt up and down playfully. So ready. The shirt fell to the floor. Leaving behind it, my large, plump breasts, spilling out of the lacy black bra that barely contained them. We smiled simultaneously as he pulled me into another kiss and I appreciated the warm wetness of his mouth, as it simulated a similar

sensation in my own cavern. My long hair rippled over my shoulders as I leant over him, inspecting his body as he devoured mine with his eyes. The large, cream breasts that hung, freefall on top of him.

"Take off your skirt and panties," he growled. I would do nothing but obey, because at the same time, I could watch him removing his trousers; and his boxers to reveal the prize package underneath. The penis. Its long, cylindrical shaft. The mushroom shaped glans; and unforgettably the tip. The pleasure dome. I would tickle it for the fun of watching him writhe in

pleasure; almost squealing like a suckling pig and begging for mercy.

"Stop please, it's so sensitive!" Just like he was doing now.

But he got his revenge. His finger tickling my erotic bulb. His large hands completely covered the pink, thick flesh of my vulva, pressing against it, squeezing the juices like a ripe orange. I almost couldn't stand it. If not for the entrapment of the kissing, the sounds of my screaming would have filled the room with ecstasy. It was so pleasurable it was almost painful. I writhed under

his grasp, unable to escape. But not wanting to leave his touch either. The ecstasy built and built…

"I can't take anymore, stop... stop..." I begged. But he continued. He was taking me there, dragging me, literally kicking and screaming. By force, my orgasm, rapidly approaching, felt almost like doomsday. There was no stopping it.

The familiar tingling sensations, the erect nipples, my breasts fluctuating with energy and my mind... wrapped entirely into a sinewy of nerves... "Yes, yes, yes..." I could feel it in my legs, my arms, the tensing of my pelvic region and then...

I exploded into a beautiful reverie of euphoria. As he removed his wet fingers, licking my juices from them, he grinned. "What next?" he inquired.

"Fuck me," I replied instantly, and clambered onto his naked body. He repositioned me with his meaty hands, clamping my waist onto his groin, before pushing the thick shaft of his penis into the tight walls of my vagina. Like a weapon, it pierced the soft, fleshy undergrowth of my womanhood. Making me gasp slightly, before my face rolled into a yielding smile.

He pounded me. With each thrust, pushing the hair out through my throat, and as he adjusted the angle, long squirts would come out of my vagina. Queefs. Queefs that vibrated on his cock, but he didn’t mind. In fact he smiled. “Good girl,” he called me as he fucked me. And I could feel his wooden member coursing through my walls.

It was almost touching something and the pressure was enough to make me cum again. I could feel it tingling, and rising. Playing with the idea of another beautiful orgasm in my head, I could feel myself beginning to tense on his dick. And he was moaning. With shallow grunts ccompanying them. An orchestra of pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum,” he growled, but I was in too much ecstasy to reply that I was too. A final crumple of his facial expression and he exploded, showering into me. Filling me with his juice, with his effort and in return I gripped onto the end of his cock, sucking up every last inch of his delicious fruits.

Our bodies soaked in sweat; we disentangled ourselves from one another and lay there breathing. Just breathing and basking in the remnants of pulsing pleasure coursing under our skin.