Clit’rature: Down by the River, Pt. 2
I want to grab it by the base and shove it in as deep as it will go, right away, but I don’t–I hold it down on your belly and start with my tongue, in that spot where dick becomes balls, right in the middle–I twirl around there for a second and then lick your shaft from the bottom to the top–I take it around the base and slap it onto my tongue a few times, then turn my head so my lips are wrapped sideways around the tip. Slowly I move my mouth so it covers the whole head, and then I lower my face onto you and start sucking–you groan and your head rolls back, you wrap both hands up in my hair–each time I take you in a little more, each time you hold my face down a little longer, your cock muffling the sounds coming out of my throat. We’re in synch now, I’m moving how you want me to, your fingers are still twisted up in my hair, lightly pushing and pulling, firm and steady. I sneak a peek at your face while I’m sucking but your eyes are closed, brows furrowed in concentration, you’re trying not to cum yet.
All of a sudden, you snap my head up off your cock. I think you’re gonna cum but you don’t. I wanna fuck you now, I tell you but at the same time you’re saying, sit on this dick right fucking now–so I get up and turn around so I’m kneeling backwards over you, poised to drop it but waiting, waiting. You push me forward a little so you can grab it and rub it up and down over my pussy a couple of times, making sure I’m still wet–I am, of course I am, every molecule in my body needs to fucking feel you inside of me right the fuck now–then you put the tip in position and place your hands on my hips, pulling me low down down low.
This is what I’ve been waiting for, this is what I’ve been thinking about, on the train, at my desk, at the grocery store, constantly, easing myself onto your cock, feeling myself stretch out around you, how it hurts so good, this right now right here–oh FUCK–we go two strokes and then I drop it hard and swallow you whole, slipping and swiveling around on your dick like it’s a joystick. It’s on now, reverse cowgirl in full motherfucking effizect, you lifting me up by your left palm, nestled between my ribs with authority, fingers gripping around the underside of my right breast–your other hand gripped into the fat flesh of my ass, strong into soft, pushing me back down over your cock on the downstroke. I’ve got one hand in the wet dirt to steady myself, the other arm’s trying to restrain my tits, which were bouncing so hard at first when I dropped down that they practically smacked me in the face.
I’m turning my head around, saltsweaty strands of hair stuck to the sweat on my face, I wanna see what you can see, I wanna watch you watching your dick disappear inside of me and come back out, shinywetslippery, pushing and pulling–the sweet sting surprise, first one smack, then another, each one harder than the last. You like to make me holler, you like the way your palm leaves its red imprint on my ass, you like to make me ask for more. Beg for it. Keep fucking pumping. Keep fucking talking. Keep fucking squeezing me. Please. I need it. You do, you keep doing it, you’re grunting, I think I hear you ask me if I fucking like it like that, I think I say yes, but everything is a blur so I can’t be sure. The ground starts shaking beneath us: train’s coming. You tell me to cum because you know I fucking come when I’m called like a good girl–you reach around and start rubbing my pussy, real fast, and say cum on my fucking cock right now, come on girl, come on, and I do, I cum so fucking hard I leave tiny little red nail marks on your arms where I was holding them that will last for weeks afterward.
To be continued…
Dicks in Our Box: I sucked the essence out of his dick
I’m at work and all I can think about is riding him like a cowboy on a fucking bull. I want to lock my knees and hold on for dear life. I want to lace myself up in a corset that is far to small for my breast and heels way to high to walk in. He doesn’t care about any of that stuff but it makes me feel like a vixen so I lace up my boots. When he looks at me I know I am the finest Women he has ever tasted. I am almost a God. He kisses me sweetly like he always does and then he aggressively pushes me on the bed. I lay down and he slaps my ass and flips me over. I love getting fucked from behind.
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I make his black snake moan. When he cums his top lip rolls back and his crooked teeth stick out. I love those stupid fucking teeth. He makes me cum every time. I think my vagina tries to suck the essence out of his dick. NO, My vagina sucks the essence out of his dick. The tattoo on his chest lifts up and down as his breathing slows down. I roll over and I place my hand under my left breast in a puddle of sweat and cum. These sheets are dirty and so am I.
photo courtesy of Alex Risona
Clit’rature: The Treatment.
Every time it works the same. I wait until I really really need it, and then I call you, hang up, and start breaking up a Dutch, keeping one eye on the window, waiting for you to come through. Of course there are others, but sometimes I need to fall back on a good solid no-nonsense fuck, and you’re always obliged to handle me. Today it’s snowing, but I have a feeling you’ll brave the storm to show, and sure enough, just as I’m waving my lighter over the freshly-rolled blunt, I see your figure, dressed all in black, cutting through the white of the snowy street beneath my window. I feel the butterflies start to go off as soon as I go down to let you in.
I open the door and you back me up into my room almost immediately, hands guiding my waist, get my clothes off and out of the way. I can tell that you’re angry I’ve stayed away for so long. You knead my tits in your hands and kiss me, feel yourself getting hard. Trace my lips with your thumb, then push it into my mouth, parting my lips just enough for you to slide the tip of your dick across my tongue, feel my mouth wrap around you and take you in. Stroke the hair out of my face, wrap your hand around the back of my neck, watch my head move over you, all the way up, all the way down, until you can’t take it any more and start begging me to stop so you can fuck me. I tease you some more and then gladly acquiesce.
You pin me down, spread one hand over my ribcage, wedged right up under my tits, and the other across the small of my back, right above my ass, because you know I like to throw it back but it’s been a while and right now you just want to hold me down and give it to me hard and slow and feel me take it. Ask me how bad I need it, how much I’ve been thinking about it, lean your body down over mine, put your ear next to my mouth so you can hear my answer which comes out in garbled lovespeak. Take your hand off my back and wrap it around my throat, ask me to say it again. Then again. Then again: you make me feel so fucking good. Watch my eyes fill all the way up with love and then shut, watch my skin flush hot and my mouth open and close around your fingers and the skin on the back of your hand at the same time my pussy is sputtering all over your cock.
Once the aftershocks have subsided, you flip me over and pin my legs up, your big hands gripping into the soft arches of my feet as you move over me. Push it in deep and hold it, look at me like I’m a question you don’t know the answer to. Let me reach up and pull your face down close to mine, slide my tongue and the tips of my teeth across your earlobes, feel my hand stroking your stomach, hear me tell you how bad I want you to pull out and bust all over my tits.
And then you can’t help but do just that, and I bite my lip and giggle, and you pull me into the tightest stickiest spoonhug, and I trace my fingers through the cum on my chest and feel you bury your face into the nape of my neck, catching your breath against me. I pull the blunt off the dresser and blaze it up, the lighter illuminating us for three seconds, and then we smoke and bullshit and make each other laugh until we fall asleep all twisted together. I dip in the morning for work, leaving you to see yourself out until the next time I decide I need to get treated.
Words and picture by Tits Magoo.
Dicks In Our Box: Dicksucking?
I am rather shy sexually at first. I am not totally comfortable with my naked body and being sexual. However, when I do begin to get comfortable, good things can start to happen. I have never been a fan of blowjobs. For some reason I was never into it, never thought I had the skills, never was really requested of me, so I sort of ignored that they existed. My new boy however has an amazing dick and I couldnt keep my mouth off it. I woke up the morning after all night romping and just could not help from starting my day with a nice long blow job, followed naturally by some more morning romping. I fucking love dick sucking now. Hooray! thats all…Fucking is awesome too!
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