Making love?

We're lying in the spare bed together. Naked. Kissing. Our skin touching.  The air is hot and still. A soft breeze whispers it's way under the blind. Our lips intertwine. His tongue strokes my mouth, he runs his hand effortlessly over my skin. It makes me squirm. It feels amazing. My breath is short and soft. The skin feels electric. My lips feel tender. He sucks and pulls at them. Sliding his tongue against mine. I start to pulse in anticipation. 

He pulls me on top of him and spreads my lips apart licking me as I suck him. We trade positions and he jams his cock down my throat until I choke. He spits on me. Watching oozing white froth drip over my clit, sluice down my lips and pool in the bud of my arse. 

We switch again. We're pleasured. I'm wet. He's hard. I'm on my back. I reach my hand between my thighs and hold his sodden cock. I rub it against my clit and it feels exquisite. He edges away, takes back control and pushes effortlessly into me. 

I gasp. A roll of beautiful pleasure. He leans into me and thrusts slow and even. The sun shines down on us from the open sky light. I absorb his penetrations and pleasure rolls across my face. Smiles. Closed eyes. breathless pouts. The sky is a bright clear light blue. I stroke his cheek and he makes me feel beautiful. I comment that it's nice to see his face for once and he smiles at me. I look at his soft hazy eyes. The colour of the sky coming out of the sky light. I love him. This is perfect. I moan as he penetrates me again and again. 

We switch positions. He pulls me onto his lap. I squat over his cock and grin at him. My go. I rest him just at my opening and then push down. The muscle is tight and controlled. I repeat the action. He moans in appreciation. I drop onto my knees and ride him hard. Flicking my hips, watching his expressions contort. He holds my hips and controls rhe movements of my bottom. Vibrations stimulate my clit and the base of his cock. He slows me down. His breaths are hard. He's dictating the pleasure. I pull back up onto my tip toes. He smirks.

"You're teasing me"

"Just a little you know it's fun. You know you can stop me and do whatever you want".

"I know"

We catch each others gaze and I slowly slide down into him. Tight gripping flesh. Balanced. Fucking him. This goes on. Back onto my knees again. Riding. I stretch back, unclip my hair, ruffle it. Toss it back and enjoy myself. He squeezes my breasts. pinches my nipples. I'm pushing down. Really starting to ache now. I really want to come. I'm sure he can feel it in me. 

"On your knees now" he says.

No second thoughts. I'm there. Bottom up. Cheek pressed to the duvet he enters me. I ask if I can touch. He lets me. It's perfect. He strokes his hands down my back, over my hips. I ask breathlessly if I can come. 

"Mmm that sounded desperate. Yes you can".

I climax in shattering intensity. It's huge and I moan and he holds me tightly and pushes through. My breath is ragged and harsh. The build up has made the orgasm jellying and weakening. I drop my shoulders.  I reach behind my back and he grips my wrist. I form a "T" with my hands. It takes a few seconds for the request to hit him and when it does he laughs, pulls from my cunt and drops next to me. 

We are breathless, recovering, dripping in sweat. We lie next to each other. Our hands intwine. He rubs his thumb over his ring that I wear on my left ring finger. Our bodies whiten out. Ragged air returns to normal. I ask if I can suck him. He lets me. He hardens slowly in my mouth. I love to suck him from softness. I thrill to feel the rush from his body to his cock. The twitching blossoming rigidity. The turgid bloody flesh. 

I beg "Please will you fuck me again".

He obliges. Back on my knees. He thrusts deep. Rotates his hip. He reaches his hand up to the beam above our heads and grips it tight. He rocks on his knees and fucks me ruthlessly. I feel a hand reach down and he slides two fingers into my arse. I squeak abs push back. I ask to come again. He lets me.  Fuck, yes. I moan out. He works my through it, rutting and pushing past the spasms of muscle. Its stronger. Bigger than last time. Rolling and crashing through my like a rock. He leans over me. Wipes the sweat from him forehead onto my spine. We hold each other then separate. I curl into him and we kiss. I look into his eyes. I ask if he'll let me make him come. He looks vacant and spaced out. 

"That was more than enough for now. That felt very intense."

I mewl in pleasure and slight sadness.  He holds me, reassuringly. Pulls me into his body and feels the radiating warmth and afterglow of my satisfaction and our pleasure. He kisses my forehead and then we stretch out and bask in our glow. 

Relief

We're desperate for each other. The tension is high. We're kissing aggressively at any given moment of privacy. He slides his hand up my top and squeezes my breasts hard. When our guest has left we go upstairs and continue to kiss. He tells me to suck him which I do gleefully. He pushes his fingers into me. It's sore from the day previously. He begins to stretch my arse and it's painful. It's nasty. He tells me I'm dirty. I feel deathly ashamed. Too much shame. I'm scared again. 

I wrap my arms around his waist and start to cry. 

"Please why can't you treat me nicely. Please just treat me nice just for a while. I'm not sure how much more I can deal with."

He looks down at me. "Hey... It's OK". 

It's not. 

He lays me down next to him on the bed and kisses me softly. Running his fingers over the softness of my skin. He plays with my hair. I finally start to relax. He tells me to carry on so I slide him back into my mouth and he gently strokes his fingers over the pleasurable points between my thighs. 

I start to melt and enjoy myself. I suck him eagerly and lovingly. He grips my shoulder. 

"Stop"

My mouth is open 

"Why?" 

Spit drips onto his cock

"Because I need to take you now"

He turns and pushes into me and its exquisite and big in feeling. We play around with positions. Finding twinned areas of pleasure to enjoy. He almost burns inside of me. Our skin is so hot. He grips my breasts and my hands. I am so desperate and ready to come. When he tells me I can the relief bursts forth in a rupture of emotion and tension. My climax is deep and brooding and bodily. He holds my tightly and I moan and appreciate the closeness. 

We separate and I catch my breath. He then lets me make him come with my hands and my mouth. Relief in a nutshell. Calculated and desired. I fetch us a glass of water and we sip it and recover and I leak on the bed.

Saturday rape

It's the next day, Saturday morning, I'm asleep in our bed. Feeling like I've got the bends. Nauseous. Confused. He comes upstairs. Shakes me awake. I ask him why he's hard. 

"Because I'm going to rape you".

"Please don't."

Too late. He smears a little lubricant on himself and me and tips me onto my knees. He begins to raggedly fuck me. It's pretty painful. I kneel totally still. He tells me I smell like sex and like fear. Is that any surprise? 

He continues to fuck me and hurt me.  He pulls out and adds more lubricant. Momentarily rubbing himself against my clit and outer lips. A small spark is ignited. When he pushes back in I ask if I can touch. I know this wont stop until I climax. I know he'll carry on and on until he pulls that for me, until he mutilates something beautiful and cleansing into dirty bodily betrayal. 

I just want to come. I want it to be over. I'm hurting and over working myself. Please just make it stop. It takes a while. Relentless thoughtless penetration. It hurts when I come. It's like a painful punch. Unaroused and mechanical. He moans and chuckles and draws in breath and air like he's leeching something from me. 

He pushes me away from him and I collapse in a crumpled heap on the bed. The room spins. My head spins. I curl into him. 

Violence and fear

I slump onto my knees in front of him. He is sitting on a chair in the kitchen. I put my head in his lap and he strokes my hair, a whip of dark softness. I murmur and start to relax. He pushes his chair back a little and nudges my head towards the floor. I place my cheek on the cold tiles and straighten my spine. He puts his dirty feet on my back and leaves me there to think about it. I melt into the situation. Furniture, just a foot stool. Just relax. Everything's good. The floor is cool on my cheek. I'm in a light summer dress. I'm fairly comfortable here. I know who I am. 

He moves his foot to my my chest and urges me up, I look at his eyes, he kicks me hard in the collar bone and I hurtle across the smooth cold floor to a spot half under the stairs. I scramble the rest of the way under. I'm utterly shocked. My chest throbs from the impact. I don't know what to do. I sit there quietly for what feels like forever. 

He remains seated. I peer around the corner like a little rat and watch him. I am pretty nervous right now, half cut and confused. Where did that come from? I hear the slide of his chair on the tiles as he quickly gets to his feet. I pull back into the corner. I try to make myself as small as possible. He strides towards me and throws a cold glass of water in my face. He leans in and spits on me. I shake and snivel. He walks up the stairs and leaves me alone to digest. 

When he returns to the kitchen he refills his water glass and resumes his seat. I sit quietly in the corner and wait.

 He throws his cup across the room. At me. Smash. Water and fragments of glass shatter and fly around. I burst into tears. Whats happening. I try to make myself even smaller. I look down at my hands and feet which are pooling in light red blood, a mixture of water and little skin nicks. I don't realise the superficial nature of the cuts at the time. My panic is blind. I am fearful and breathing raggedly. He throws a lit cigarette at my feet. I flinch away initially. then scrabble in the water and glass To pick it up. 

I raise the damp and crackling burn to my lips and draw on it. My hands are shaking violently. I pick up pieces of glass with my spare paw and then drop them again. Up and drop. Fantasising about cutting and blood. Looking at them. I try to settle myself but I can't. I'm crying and shaking and terrified. I hear him get up from his chair and I cower piteously in the smallest part of the corner I can find. I rap my arms tightly around my face. I sob breathlessly. 

He picks up the dustpan and brush and clears some glass from around my soaking feet. He holds out his hand to me. 

I start a new fit of tears. Scared of what he may do next. I beg rabidly. Uncontrolled. Drunk and afraid and desperate. 

"No please leave me be. Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me anymore. I don't want to touch you. Please dont touch me. Please just stop. Please don't throw things at me. Please don't hurt me, please George please!" 

He continues to hold out his hand and smiles at me hazily. I can't look at his face. 

"Come on. Let me help you". 

I don't want to touch him. My body shakes relentlessly. Snot and tears pool and cool on my face. He grips my wrist and firmly begins to pull me too my feet. My knees bend and buckle. My dress is soaking and cold. He takes it off me. I stand naked and stare at the floor. He motions me to go sit back in my chair. I do. I shake. I gaze at the side of the countertop. My body pulses and vibrates with adrenaline. My limbs are limp but tight. He pulls a fresh cigarette from the packet and puts it in my mouth. He takes another for himself, sparks it, rests it between his lips, smiles at me and takes a long draw.

Relaxing

We're lying together on my bed. He flat on his back, me on my side. Face away from him. His arm is wrapped around my ribs. I softly run my finger tips up and down it, touching the bone in his wrist, moving lower to the round of each knuckle. As I stroke him I catch slithers of my own skin. My waist, the tip of my breast. My breathing slows and I start to blend into the sensation. I close my eyes and feel a wash of colour spread through me. Pink, wet, blushing arousal. I am relaxed and drifting. I change my position and curl into him, his arm trails down my back, he strokes the curve of my spine. Our lips come together in a kiss, it's delicate and soft and exciting, he pulls at my lips and licks them. I turn my cheek and he kisses the side of my mouth and trails his lips to my neck. He runs his tongue up and down the smooth curve. I pull our bodies closer. I can feel wetness begin to ooze from me. I am incredibly aroused and very spaced out. He tells me to take off the last of my clothes, to slide him into my mouth. I lick and suck and pleasure him in absolute doting compliance. He pushes his fingers into both my holes. I am soaked as suggested, wanting and ready, when he strokes me I moan softly into his flesh. 

We switch positions. He pushes inside me. I am dripping. It's deep and hot. His fingers slide into my bottom and he begins to stretch me. I am drifting in a sea of pleasure. Relaxed and spaced out. I open up to him, let him use my body how he wants. He pulls himself from my soaking cunt and pushes into my bottom. One easy gliding moment. He's deep. I stutter a gasp. My fingers grip the cool metal of the bed stead. He uses my own excitement to ease his intentions. He thrusts into me. I ask in a whisper if I can touch myself, I ask in another if I can come. I ask if he'll climax inside me, if he'll use me. He says he will. These responses are soft sweet music to my body. I begin to build and quake. He pushes deeper and harder. He thrusts in and out of me. I come in a series of gasps. And heavy breaths. Trying to stay quiet. My voice cracks from a squeak to an exhalation. My body shakes and pulses and contracts against him. He holds me close, I can hear him sucking breath through his teeth. He thrusts powerfully through the pulses of pleasure that radiate out and climaxes deep in the hole. A gruff grunt. Quiet laboured satisfaction. He leans right down over me and rests his head between my shoulder blades. I hold his hand with mine and I am very happy. 

Desperate Sunday

It starts. He has been making me edge all morning. Sitting at my desk has been excruciatingly difficult and work has gone undone. He's sent me to the bathroom several times to touch myself. He knows the time scale he offers is not enough for me to climax in. He knows the atmosphere is not conducive. He knows I want to badly. 

He smiles at me when he picks me up in the car. He asks me how I am. I just "mmm". It's hard to focus. We drive home. I don't talk that much. The car is hot and I smoke cigarettes until we get there. My hands are shaking. 

When we get into the house he smiles at me again. I look up at him, pull his lips into a kiss. It's desperate. I'm desperate, my mouth seeks and pulls at his for sustenance. He licks my lips with his tongue. I moan and melt and drip. 

We go upstairs. We take off our clothes. I continue to kiss him. His mouth, cheeks, neck, collar. I want him so badly. I tell him as such, he grips the back of my head and pushes it down towards his thighs.

I suck and lick at him eagerly. Moaning, mumbling into his groin. He tastes like latex and the pussy he fucked earlier. I like that. He starts to stroke and stretch my cunt and arse. I make him hard. I wet him up. I want it so much. I want to feel him fuck me.

He enters me I'm on my knees we begin to fuck hard and fast. I moan and clench and buck and keep steady. Oh god please. More. The room is boiling hot. I can feel his sweat dripping onto my back. His palms are scalding. The slip all over my sodden skin. Sweat drips down my own face, it salts my lips. My breathing is desperate and ragged. I hear him gasp as we hit on a mutually pleasurable angle. Fuck yes. We're rutting and I'm desperate and he makes me climax and I moan and soak us in my fluid. We separate. Boiling. Sweating. Breathing. The room is heavy with sweat and sex. 

We take a break. Then I start to suck him again. I politely beg for him to sodomise me. For him to take his own orgasm from the dark dank flesh. He needs little persuading. Positions are reassumed. He tells me to cram my face Into the effluent stains left on the bed by his previous fuck. I gnaw at the sheet and he slides in to me. He mutters

"This is mine. I'm going to use you how I want. This may be quick". 

He fucks me so so hard. My skin is pummelled and pulled. My hole is stretched. I am desperate to come again. My whole body aches. He uses me with abandon. He makes deep awful primal noises. My body flexes around him. His nails dig into the soft skin on my hips. It's painful. He releases into my me. The power is huge. The energy. The pleasure. It rolls like a ball of fire through both of our bodies. It radiates out. It's toxic, septic and oozing. He is crying out, breathing hoarsely, shaking with the intensity of the climax. I rub against him hold him deep. He stays inside me bucking and twitching until he softens and sates. 

He drops next to me on a crumpled heap. He's dripping with sweat. His body is limp and lifeless. I softly. Kiss his cheek and lick some sweat from his neck. My hand is still between my legs. Feeling the pulse. The longing. Those close enough you can almost taste it feeling I cannot deny. 

He recovers slowly. Quietly. I ask if he can induce my climax by stretching my bottom with his fingers. I know he likes to take me in this way. Persuasion is minimal and unnecessary. 

He lifts his body. Stretches me. Begins to sodomise me with his hand. I'm thrusting and fucking it. Lost in deep and barren abandon. Totally focused on the tension in my body. He stretches, twists, pleasures me, his breath paces with me, we become one again in our energies and I come and it's beautiful and I cry it all out and I needed it so badly. We drop next to each other. Both sweating now. Both breathing hard. Completely together. This is our bubble, where skill and desire meet lust and desperation. Where I meet him. When we come together and it's perfect. 

We recover. Warm. The heat is so low and pendulous. It swings over us. We pulse. I lay my head between his legs and suck his soft and spent cock. This is worship. It isn't meant to go anywhere. It's submission and love. It's thanks and gratitude. It's soft and wet and pleasured. Its everything. It's over. 

I don't fantasise very often but...

I fantasise about violence constantly. The total lack of control, the fear. I think about you. Your power. What you could do to me. What you may do to me some day. If I'm lucky.

I fantasise about us having dinner. Or drinking. Like we always do. I say something or don't say something. Or nothing prompts it, but there is an out of body change. An aggression or expression. You drag me from my seat by my hair. Yanking me to the floor. I lie in a heap, you spit on me and kick my ribs. You tell me I'm a worthless fucking slut, a waste of space, always desperate for sex, a slave to my desires, not yours. You tell me I'm nothing but a piece of shit and push your shoe down onto my cheek to prove it.

 My head is pinned to the cold tiled floor. You yank up my dress. Pull down my knickers. I try to keep my legs closed. You try to prize them open. Your nails sink into my flesh. You push your foot down hard on my head. I feel like my skull will crack. You pull at my thighs again and I relent to the pain, you thrust several fingers inside me. 

My cunt is dry and unreciprocating. Tight with fear. You laugh at me from your crouched position. It's a dead, flat cackle. You rub at me and hurt me. You remove your fingers from me and jam them down my throat. I begin to gag as spit is racked up from my insides. You repeatedly push on my tongue until your fingers are oozing with white froth and vomit. You pinch my nose hard. I start to splutter and gasp and wiggle and try to free myself. You let go and smack me across the face. 

You remove your fingers from my mouth and jam them into my arse. I yelp. It's painful. You laugh at me again. 

"Such a filthy little arse hole, You're a disgusting little bitch". 

You remove your foot and yank me up by my hand. My legs are weak and dizzy.  You throw me over the table. I hear you unzip your slacks. You knock my thighs wider apart with your knee, you pull the cheeks of my bottom roughly apart and slide into my arse. I feel the searing burn of splitting skin. You growl at me, thrust hard. Deep and aggressive. 

"I bet you're even enjoying this. You're not good enough to fuck." 

You hold still for a second. Im shaking. I feel that familiar warmth of urine start to pool inside me. It stings from the ravaged cuts you've made. Tears flood from my red, ugly face. You pull out. Smearing excess effluent onto my dress. 

You yank my head up again and spin me around. You repeatedly smack my cheeks and cunt and it's confusing and painful. I catch sight of your cock, hard and glistening with blood and spit and effluent debris. You catch my gaze. 

"Is that what you want you filthy whore? My shit covered cock in your mouth. You're fucking priceless". 

You clip my legs with a flick of your foot and I drop to my knees. Bang on the hard tiles. Your hands are instantly at the sides of my head. Holding my skull. The pressure makes my head ache. You guide me towards your cock. I won't open my mouth. You hit my face. I gasp. You slide yourself into me. You hold my nose with one hand and pull down my jaw with the other repeatedly thrusting deep into my throat. I can barely breath. Vomit begins to trickle down my chin. Spit foams in my mouth. I'm desperate to escape. I can't breath at all. Is this real? I piss myself in fear and from repeatedly retching. I hear you breathing hard from above me, lusting for release. You cover my throat in come. It shoots straight down to my stomach. 

You pull out from my mouth and rub any excess I may have missed into my hair and face. You spit on me one last time and I hear your zip slide up. I'm hazy. I'm not sure what's happened. Im breathing hard. I hear you walk away. You flick the light switch off. I'm on the floor in complete darkness. Im aching and bleeding and I smell like vomit. I hear you climb the stairs into the living room. I hear the scratch of your lighter. Cigarette smoke coils its way into my nostrils. I'd give anything for a cigarette. I remain on the floor. I'm afraid to get up. My tears start to settle. I'm cold and I itch. I hear you climb the second set of stairs and shut the bedroom door. I hear you settle in our bed warm and safe. You don't come back. 

Cups and glasses

We're sitting drinking in the kitchen. My head is warm and fuzzy. He tells me to go upstairs and insert an anal plug. I lay on our bed gently easing the glass toy into myself. The central push past the muscle, is always the hardest point. 

I settle myself back in the kitchen. The plug rests against sensitive nerves, I can feel that I'm starting to get very wet. He watches me, control  flickering in his blue eyes. He encourages me to make conversation. He's loving this. I am made to sit and chat plugged for what feels like forever, he then tells me to go and remove it. Insert something into my cunt instead. I do as I'm told and come back downstairs. Conversation continues, a little easier for me this time, I'm getting into the rhythm of the game. Half here and half somewhere else, he's getting a lot out of it. The way he's talking to me has changed, he directs the conversation, he leaves heavy deliberate silences to make me more conscious of my circumstances. I don't know how long I'm wearing this one for. It blurs. 

He tells me to go and remove my toy and fetch the cupping kit. I do as instructed. He contorts and moves my body until he's got a cup attached as he desires. He makes me hold and pump repeatedly drawing the sensitive genital skin into the cup. It makes me wince but I can't lie  it did get easier. Foolish thoughts. 

He gets up and unbuttons his slacks, stands next to me, a faint flash of excitement shoots through my groin. The thought of sucking him right now, oh that would have been exquisite, but no. He pushes himself between my lips. 

" I don't want to miss a minute of you hurting yourself" 

His urine starts to flood my mouth and I breath and swallow heavily. It starts to become difficult and painful  after a while but I don't miss a drop and swallow until its over. 

Back to the pumping. The discomfort, the contortion of flesh, the pain of trying to keep conversation flowing, my mind is getting tired. 

"Lets go upstairs".

I undress and lie on the bed. He rubs lubricant into my cunt and I moan in despite of myself. He smacks me playfully. He starts by attaching two cups to my lower labia. He pumps hard and I moan. It's deep and painful. I cry out and settle into it. He adds another two cups to my nipples, now this is agony. I yelp and wail piteously. Tears itch in the corner of my eyes. I'm boiling hot and sweating. It takes every ounce of self restraint in my stupid little head not to take these off. 

He holds me by my wrists. Pinning me down with the weight of his body. He spits in my face. He repeatedly reassures me that he isn't going to stop, like this is comfort, like this is the thing I want to hear. 

The final cup he adds is beyond any pain and discomfort I could have imagined. It completely covers my clit and inner lips. He cranks the pump repeatedly, the flesh is pulled dramatically into the cup, stretched, contorted, bulbous pink and engorged. I scream, bloody guttural agony. I can hear his breath is ragged. Mine is dramatic and short. I repeatedly beg. 

"Please take these off, please take these off, please George please, I love you don't hurt me."

"Sure" 

He removes the cups from my nipples. Oh god not those they don't even matter in comparison! He wiggles the cup on my cunt around, taps and flicks it. 

"It feels like your going to have your flesh ripped off, doesn't it?" 

He grins at me manically. I look through him. There's no one there to even beg to really. I feel weak and defeated. The pain is black and oozes through my body a sludgy polluting trail. 

I am in agony. When he removes that cup it is such a pure moment. Im drifting around being conscious. I can hear a little ocean sounds, I am struggling to really stay with the situation. He turns me over and pushes himself into me. My cunt feels numb and strange and distended. He repeatedly fucks me. It takes me a while to even realise what's going on. I suddenly start to feel blood in my groin, a faint pulse, a tentative whisper of feel good satisfaction. I moan softly. He pulls from inside me and rubs his soaking wet cock in between the lips of my cunt, rubbing my clit with his piercing. I moan, it's fucking exquisite, it's really good. He growls above my head, it obviously feels good for him too. He comments. 

"It's like I've made a whole new hole to fuck. You're so swollen". 

He pushes back inside me. I ask if I can touch myself and I ask if I can come. I burn and feel numb and try to sift through the discomfort to find the pleasure. It isn't that hard. My climax is strange and alien, good and painful. I wail, it hurts. I'm thankful. 

We continue our evening. My clothes hurt my skin. I cook him dinner. We chat. I come down. At bedtime he says we can play again. I'm excited. He makes me stretch the cheeks of my bottom and rims me, licks and touches, taps my clit with his finger tips, that's pretty uncomfortable actually. He fucks me aggressively, viscerally. He yanks my body around so that he can get his pleasure how he wants. I am thrown about and held down and repeatedly penetrated. My orgasm bursts forth in climactic desperate pleasure. It's deep. My fingers and toes burn. We are both covered in sweat. He rides me through it and I clench and squirt and cover us in satisfaction. I'm in pain today. Thanks.?

Skipping work

We have skipped work for the afternoon. We're lying on my bed together. It's summer now, the air is heavy and hot, clothes are restrictive and unnecessary. We're naked. My body relentlessly pulses with need and sexual desire, it's my soundtrack. Well it's more like a skipping record. 

He knows I want him, badly. He knows how restless I am. I'm lying next to him, he's drinking a cool beer from a tall glass. He begins to run his finger tips across my upper body. I breath hard. The touch is stimulating and electric. It dances across my skin like a spark. He pinches and twists my nipples. Watches my soft expression screw into a wince. He's smiling about this I'm sure. 

He tells me to turn around because he wants to touch my legs. I do as I'm told. The caress of his hot fingers begin to stimulate my thighs. He moves his hand in an arch gently stroking the lips of my cunt with each path. I am twitching and desperate. I can feel that I'm absolutely soaking. My brain is really somewhere else. 

He tells me to pull up my knees and spread my legs. Heat and liquid begin to ooze from me. He strokes his finger tips over the flesh. I moan. Please god please give me more. My brain is flooded. He slides his finger tips into my bottom and begins to tweak muscles. I twitch. 

He says something, that it's a pleasure to be using my effluence to lubricate his actions. 

Im breathless and not in any position to respond to that. He beckons for me to turn around and suck him while he continues to touch me. I eagerly take him in my mouth. He tells me we're going to fuck. Yes thank you. Thank you god. Thank you so fucking much. He pulls my lips apart with his finger tips and thrusts dramatically inside me. I moan or fuck I don't know if I do. It's hard to remember anything but the sensation. I mumble "Please again?"

He pulls completely from me and then again thrusts. This game is great fun.  The in and out. The aggression and drama in each penetration. I could come right now, but I hold it together. 

We start to rut and rub and join closer, fucking each other. His hands are so hot. They're holding the dip of my waist. There's so much fluid, effluence, sweat. Fuck. So much. The heat in the room is intense. I feel completely entrenched in the pleasure. Its smothering. Its deafening. I can't see his face but he seems pretty gone. His body has connected with mine. Our passions are entangled, energy and pleasure passing between us. He's holding me like we're stuck together, like we'd never come apart, a grotesque and inseparable beast, rutting and fucking and making a mess. 

I can't hold onto it anymore. I can't stop the pleasure escaping. 

"Can I come?"

 Please don't say no. Please don't make this the time that I can't. It'll destroy me. I'd drown. Id die in a pit. He purrs yes. Relief is orgasmic in itself and then I come so hard. Shock. I can't even make a noise over this one. 

I hear him gasp "Fuck". He's holding onto me so tightly. My body clenches viscerally around him. He growls at me, low and deep. Begins to buck against me in ragged thrusts. I cry out and moan as he moves through my contractions and I gush fluid all over the bed. We are hot and sweating together. He pulls from me and nudges me out of his way. Settles next to me on the bed. I can't focus my gaze on anything much. The energy and intensity swirls and rumbles through my body. Beads of sweat drip down his face. My brain feels fried. The heat is heavy. I try to get my brain back in the room. 

He puts his hand on me gently "You don't need to come back. Stay there for a while". I whisper a thank you because here is good.

Annie and Sam

We're lying on a pile of blankets out in the sunshine. Fox gloves bend in the breeze behind us and wild strawberries litter the ground. She has some brown long hair and low large breasts, I can see them through her dress. I'm thinking about how they're going to feel later. We are drinking a little wine, smoking a joint, her and I are chatting avidly, her partner lounging next to us. He's one of those men, silent and comfortable, just happy to be there. 

She asks if I am comfortable if she takes him in her mouth. I say of course. He pulls off his shorts and he's hard. I watch her take him deeply between her lips. Spitting, drooling, giving him doe eyes. He looks pleasured, the sun shines through his blonde hair and his abdomen flexes like a bug. She pushes back and smiles at me. I ask if I can lick the spit from her lips, taste him on her mouth. She leans in and we kiss, soft, tentative, deep. I lick and smooth off the spit. She pulls back and purrs at me, we make contact with our eyes. I know its game over for her, shes enraptured. She mutters some expletive and pushes her lips hard into mine, absorbing the kiss, pulling in the energy. She tells me to taste him. I do with enthusiasm, he's thick and long and twitching. I slide him into my mouth and suck and she watches my style intently. She gasps at points. Buzzes like a bee. Shes an enthralled audience. She pushes her fingers into me and I moan and he comes in a burst down my throat, looking a little sheepish. He breaths a thank you. I shrug and smile as I didn't do the ground work. 

She excuses herself. Off to piss in the woods. He asks if I'd like him to return the favour and I smirk at him and lay down. The sun is so strong and so hot. My skin is pale and reflective. I feel his fingers sliding into me, rubbing and touching. I tell him to lick me. I feel his cool lips touching my groin. Exquisite, gentle, I start to build a little it feels good. The sun is on face. I can see red through my eyes. 

She comes back, moves him and attacks me with her mouth. Her style is harder, more abrasive, I'm aroused and away in my head. She releases so much fluid from me, burst upon burst of flushing sweet liquid. I hear her choking and swallowing it and I hold her head tightly so she can't pull back. Flickers of cruel thrills flash in my mind. I think about my Sir as I climax against her hands and mouth. 

We all settle and sit up. Smoke a little more. Talk. I undress her. I kiss her lips, her neck, her breasts are heavy, I hold each with two hands, one at a time. I start sinking my teeth into her. Bite after endless bite. She purrs and moans deeply. She's enjoying herself. Or I am? 

I kiss and stroke and enjoy her body. The skin is feminine and endless. I breath deeply and think about burning and hurting it, ripping it off. I bite her more. He watches my mouth slide around. 

We come together again. She has told me a fantasy. Sharing him with her. Both indulging him with our mouths. He certainly doesn't seem adverse. We suck and lick him, he's hard and covered in spit. We kiss each other as well. Lips rubbing against lips and flesh. 

She tells him to fuck me. I'm pretty happy about that. I lay her in front of me caressing her breasts, kissing her, gnawing at her. He pushes himself into me from behind. Thick, it's painful. Fuck it's good. His thrusts are aggressive and relentless and I moan and melt into the sensation. She pulls me into her and holds the back of my neck, while he repeatedly fucks me hard until he comes. Her fingers find my holes and she ones again insists of covering her picnic blankets in my effluence. 

We are all sparkling. Alive. Hot in the sun. Sweating. Breathing. The smell of fresh air and grass is beautiful. Im having a pretty pleasant morning.