Cherry.Taste

The Mahogany Light

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 09:56:23 GMT

I awake into darkness, distantly aware that you are inside of me. Aware, only vaguely, groggily, of your nails digging into the flesh of my back; of the deep probing of your penis, of the burning in my pussy. We are sweaty. The weight of your body presses me into the mattress, breasts first.

You grind into me and, slowly, I fade into the waking world. I can make out shadows and dim clock displays and dark, twisted sheets. I can hear your heavy breath and the air conditioning clicking on somewhere far away.

You hold my hip with a sweaty, sturdy hand and thrust into me, plowing us into the sheets. You lean your head between my shoulders and the sweat beaded in your hair runs down my neck. I twist to watch your hips roll into mine. Again and again.

And all the while, I feel as if I must be bleeding from the rough, dry fuck. But, as I fully wake, I begin to buck my ass against you and my natural lubrication kicks in. You grab hold of my shoulders, grunting as you pull me into you; you into me.

You pull my head back, sucking on my neck, then searching out my lips with your tongue. With each hard slap of your abdomen into my ass, I push back, chasing your penis as you withdraw, preparing for another blow into my cunt. Soon, our hips are warring, pounding back and forth into each other, fighting for territory, eager to mash with the other.

You pant hard and fast into my ear. Sweat falls from us, saturating the sheets, rolling between our two bodies. You grunt, clutching my arms with your nails and I feel that familiar tremble. I feel your whole body grow rigid around me and you give it a last pump or two before you release with a heavy gasp.

When you come, a brief, hot flush races through me. It perks my nipples, and warms me from elbows to knees to pussy, and sends a tingle deep into my toes and back up my spine. When you collapse over me, regaining your breath, I rest with you, feeling a little like I came myself.

With your naked flesh pressed against mine and sheets soft against my face, I fade back into the neverland I came from.

Bath Time

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 04:38:47 GMT

I am masturbating when you come in and don't hear the door opening. I'm on my knees, facing the dresser, gripping the drawer handle tightly. I am working my pussy hard, teeth buried in my lip, when I see your shadow. I turn to look at you. You smile as you always do and pat my head. Though you've watched me a million times before, I'm slightly embarrassed to be caught in the act.

You kneel behind me. "Enjoying your little fuck, Sweetie?"
"Mmhm."
Your hand comes around my hip, sliding down over my fingers pumping in and out of my own cunt. "You're a naughty little girl," you whisper in my ear.
"I can't help it."

My body stiffens as I come closer to orgasm. You pull on my hair, tilting my head towards the ceiling. This nearly pushes me over the edge. You bite my shoulder and continue to pull my hair. The harder you pull, the more excited I get.

When I'm about to come, body stiff and shivering, you get up abruptly, pulling me along by the hair. You drag me over to the bed, leaning me over it, burying my face into the blankets. "Put your hands behind your back," you say. I twist in your grip, trying to get my bearings on what's going on. You thrust your hips against mine, smashing your belt buckle into my ass. "Come on," you say. I can't reply, I can hardly breath. You slap my ass, hard. My pussy is getting hot and wet all over again. I squirm against your grip, trying to twist away. You yank back on my hair, placing a knee between my shoulders.

"Put your hands behind your back."
My body being pulled in two different directions, I oblige. You use your tie to bind my arms above the elbow. There's a pause and I hear the hiss of your belt sliding off your pants. You use it to tie my wrists together. The position, I have to say, is not even remotely comfortable. You stand and undo your fly.

In another minute, I can feel your breath on my neck and your fingers at my pussy. "What am I going to do with such a dirty girl?" you whisper. You grab me by the hair again, pulling me off the bed and forcing me onto my knees. You slap your dick against my cheeks and rub it along my lips. "Be a good girl," you say. You slip a finger between my lips and pull my jaw open. I welcome your cock into my mouth.

I roll my tongue along your shaft as you grip the back of my head. I feel your fingers digging into the back of my neck as you lean your head back and moan. I look up at you the best I can with a dick in my face. I'm afraid I'll fall over as I don't have my hands available to stabilize myself.

Looking back down, you run your hands across my face. You trace a finger along my lips where your cock enters me. With your thumb you smear the mascara from my eye across my cheek. You smile and pull my head into your hips, roughly. I almost gag as your dick unexpectedly slams the back of my throat.

You dig your nails into my shoulders, sharp enough that I groan around your penis. With both your hands on the back of my head, you fuck my face vigorously. I lose control as your cock thrusts in and out of me. My tongue can't keep up with your rhythm. I begin to feel dizzy with how hard and fast you pull my face forward and back, gripping onto my ears like handles. Your breathing gets harder and you push the back of my head against the bed, trapping me between the mattress and your bucking hips. My lips and neck ache from taking the strain of your pounding. At last, your breath catches and you pull your dick from me and shoot your cum across my face and neck. I feel a hot stream running along my collar bone and down between my breasts.

I keep my eyes closed, afraid that cum will drip into them if they're open. You know that I hate cum on my face. A panicky feeling rises inside me because I can't see where you are or what you're doing now.

I can hear your feet on the carpet moving around the room. I hope that you will bring something to wipe the cum from my eyes. A minute later, I feel something soft across my face. It comes over my eyes, but, instead of using it to wipe the cum off, you wrap it around my head, tying it in the back. I pull away from you, rubbing the material against my shoulder, trying to pry it from my eyes.

You tsk me from somewhere close by. "That's not being a good girl," you warn. Your hands are cold on my arms as you pull me to my feet and lean me over the bed once again. With one hand, you press my shoulders into the bed, with the other, you slap my ass. I'm usually impervious to the pain of spanking when you've done it before, but this time you hit me hard enough and long enough for my ass to sting and ache.

When you turn me over, the blindfold covers one eye and I only barely catch a glimpse of your hand coming up to pull it properly into place. Next, you pry my mouth open, fingers cold and rough. You stuff a soft and lacy fabric in, like a thong. Following it is another tie wrapping around my head from my mouth to the back of my neck.

The air grows colder and I know that you've gone away again. I lay there for several minutes, wondering what is next. I'm so horny at this point, I could fuck the floor. You're doing this, leaving me here, pussy empty and starving for your attention, to tease me. I twist onto my stomach to take the strain off my shoulders.

It's an agonizingly long time before I can feel the heat of your body near me again. You run your fingers along my pussy tickling me. Then, your hand is pulling on my ankle, dragging me across the sheets. You turn me over again, and I have to arch my back so that my body doesn't lean so painfuly onto my arms and shoulders. You raise my ankle about a foot off the bed and I feel the cold wood of your bed post against my skin.

I feel a new kind of fabric against my leg, rougher than the others, like rope. You bind my ankle to the post, the rope pinching my skin. Then your cold hands are pulling on my other ankle, stretching me out across the bed. When you lift it up to the same height on my other post, it pulls my ass off the bed a little. I cry out for the first time as my whole weight is now on my elbows at a horrible angle.

I can feel your breath on my pussy and your fingers pull my lips open. You 'hmm' to yourself several times. I'm trembling from the strain. You stick your fingers inside me, exploring my entrance. "You appear to be very... wet," you say. "I can't imagine what to do with this."

I want to tell you to fuck it, but I'm out of breath. I feel something cold, much too cold to be your penis against my cunt. It's soft, but solid enough that you easily press it into me, stretching me open. It's too big and I cry out again. You slide it in and out of my pussy a few times. Pain racks through me in more places than I can name but it's all so delicious that my pussy is dripping in excitement.

When you pull it out, it only takes a minute for it to be replaced by your warm, wet cock. You pull me open with your hands and sink your dick into me. I moan, and buck my hips against you. You grab the top of my thigh and pump into me. I'm afraid my shoulders will fall right off from the pressure of our rocking bodies.

Your nails dig sharply into my ass as you begin to pound my cunt. You slap my aching ass again and again as you work my pussy. You grunt as you slam into me. You lean forward, holding onto my back as you hammer me again and again. It doesn't take long for your cock to twitch inside me, spewing your cum into my pussy, sending it dripping out my opening. After you take a minute to rest, you untie my ankles and I roll gratefully onto my side. Following my ankles, you undo the ties at my elbows and wrists.

We lay together, tired, wet, still tingling with orgasm. You wrap your arms around me, hugging our naked, sweating bodies together. When I pull the blindfold off my eyes, I'm strangely pleased to feel your sticky cum on my face.

Clothes Pin

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 15:25:38 GMT

Fiction:

There's no attendant guarding the dressing room entrance.

She pulls him in, throwing glances over her shoulder, but no one is looking. They giggle, finding an empty stall near the middle. They rush in, locking the door behind them.

They kiss inside and his pants are down in an instant. "What if someone sees both our feet?" she says.

"Lean onto the seat," he says, and she does, placing both hands on it. He grabs her by the thighs and lifts her up against his hips. Between the two of them, she balances.

He pushes her skirt forward to find a bare, wet pussy. He plays with it for a minute, running his fingers up and down her lips, inside and out.

She looks over her shoulder. "I'm hungry," she says. She pushes against the seat, trying to align her pussy with his dick.

He repositions them, resting his cock against her thigh. He continues to stroke her pussy, just narrowly avoiding her most sensitive, wanting, areas. He lets his fingers run from her lips, to the tops of her thighs, to around the curve of her ass. One hand roams forward, under her shirt, searching out a tit. She squirms. "Oh my God, stop teasing me."

He pushes her hips down onto his cock, searching her hole out. She arches her back, raising her pussy up to him. He spreads her lips open with his hands and presses forward.

Outside, they hear voices. Girls, chattering amongst themselves.

She looks at him over her shoulder, suppressing a giggle. He shrugs and continues to try to fit his cock into her small opening. He submerges both thumbs inside her, and pulls her cunt open wider. She shudders as his dick penetrates her and his hands move back to her ass.

The girls outside enter other stalls, talking while they change.
"I can't believe that they don't make this in my size."
"I can't believe I thought I liked these pants."
"I wonder if I should get this in a small."

He pulls her hips inwards, grunting, barely audible, as her pussy swallows his cock. He bites his lips and rocks her hips in and out. She uses her grip on the seat to thrust against his body in time.

He leans forward and licks down her spine, sending shivers across every nerve in her body. With one hand still on her ass, he grasps her shoulder with the other. He uses his grip to drive into her. He pumps her cunt forward while jerking her shoulers and hips back onto him.

They fuck quietly while the other girls go about their own business on the other side of paper-thin walls.
"I wonder if they have this in blue."
"Hey, that looks good on you!"

He digs his nails into the soft flesh of her ass, grinding her hips into his own. She grits her teeth, resisting the urge to moan or call out some dirty phrase. He begins to pound her, knocking her head against the wall.

Involuntarily, she lets out a breath and her pussy tightens around his cock. Her cunt squeezes him again and again, pushing him over the edge and he bursts inside her. He leans back, face tilted to the ceiling, biting his lip as his cum rushes into her. She is watching him over her shoulder, her arrousal heightened by his orgasm.

He smiles when he looks back down at her, sweat running down his cheekbone from his brow. He leans down and fondles her tit while he relaxes. He stands, for a long time, head resting on her back, listening to the girls outside, wondering if they will leave soon.

"Did you see that new guy?"
"Which one?"
"The blond, you know. The cute one..."

Her legs are still wrapped around his waist and her wrists and knuckles have long since turned white. She switches from letting her head droop below her, to watching him over her shoulder. He raises a brow at her. She smiles and whispers so he can barely hear, "should we just go?"

He laughs and looks back, towards the sound of their voices, staring at nothing but the door. He turns back to her, "what do you think they would do?"
"Tell their friends about it."

He lets her down and grabs his pants from the floor. He fumbles with his junk, stuffing it back into his boxers before zipping back up, while she straightens her hair in the mirror.

When they leave the stall, there's only one girl looking herself up and down in the outside mirrors. She catches their reflection and spins around to look at them emerging from the same stall. She stares at them for a minute as they wave. She smiles and the words, "oh my God," form on her lips without sound. She knocks on her friend's door as they exit.

Raisin Bran

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 04:28:39 GMT

My hands on your knees, I lean into you. I dip my head and find your cock with my lips. The skin on your head is smooth and soft, slipping over my tongue like a marshmallow treat. I drag my tongue along the bottom of your cock, the way you showed me to. The way you like. I bob my head back and forth over your dick, fully, nearly choking, and back again.

When you place your hands on the back of my head, I feel myself growing hot and wet. I want to serve you. It gets me off when you take what you want.

When you grab me by the hair and pull my head into you, I try to silence my gag reflex as your hard shaft explores the back of my throat. I dig my nails into your thighs, leaving my mark behind in your skin. I catch your excitement, contagious as a disease, as you grip my hair and thrust into my mouth.

I want to come with you. I'm wet and ready, turned on by the sound of your heavy panting and the way you fuck my face, the way you hold my jaw at just the angle you want it.

With one hand, I stroke your chest, running my nails across your soft flesh. With the other, I find my own pussy. I work the pad of my finger roughly against the front of my opening. I focus on the taste of your skin, on the weight of your hands, on the sound of your eager breathing. I focus on the force of your cock plunging into my open mouth and rushing back out again... and in again, to challenge the confines of my throat.

You let one cool hand drift from my head to my breast. You touch it softly first, then, as you pump in and out of my mouth, you squeeze it, hard. As you get closer to climaxing, your hand shifts rapidly from fondling my tit to using it on the back of my head as leverage as you pound into me.

With a gasp, your semen floods across my tongue. You bury my head between your legs, fucking the last of your cum into my throat. Your abdomen, your thighs, your hands, are trembling.

My fingers are slick from my pussy, which now makes a slight sloshing noise while I play with it. I rub my own cunt hard as your orgasm dies down. You return to petting my breasts, dick still in my mouth, while I masturbate.

I concentrate on how aggressively you had fucked my face seconds ago and come, trying not to bite you in the process. I buck my hips, involuntarily, against my hand and gurgle around your semen. I shake for a minute and, when I'm done, you pull my head back. I look up at you, mouth full and dripping a little. You hold my jaw shut with one finger.

For the finale, you just smile. And wait.

Pillow Talk

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 03:07:09 GMT

Fiction:

He started by kissing my neck. We were sitting alone in my best friend's bedroom, watching the smoke drift across the wall. She was passed out on the bed, stoned off her ass. My world teetered, drifting back and forth. Her brother buried his face into my neck. He licked me up and down, lifting up my skirt and petting my pussy through my thong.

I brushed him off. "What're you doing? Stop."
He pushed forward, wrapping a hand around my jaw. He nibbled on my neck, snaking his tongue up to my ear. He bit my ear lobe.
"Stop." I pushed his face away.

He smacked me and grabbed hold of my hair. He pulled a knee out from underneath me and pushed me to the floor. He smothered my head into a pillow. He leaned his weight against me and whispered into my ear. "Sh-sh-sh."

I struggled against his grip and he pulled my head up by the hair. "Don't be so fussy. I'll only be a minute." He pulled my thong to the side and burrowed a single finger into my pussy. I yelped and bucked against him.

"Excited, are we?"
"Oh my God, please stop."

He worked his finger in and out of me, pushing hard against the walls of my vagina. After a minute, he pressed another into me, stretching my cunt. They were the first things to ever be inside of me. I could feel him growing against my leg, through his pants.

"Ever been fisted?"
"No. Don't. Don't, please."

He jammed the last fingers in forcefully. I felt like it was pulling me apart. I never knew it could be so awful, so painful, having my cunt stretched apart like that.
He pumped me, hard, grunting as he fucked me with his fist. I cried and writhed against him. "Oh, please, this can't be happening," I gasped, crying.

He pulled his hand out of me and fumbled with his pants. Barely, as I heard him unzipping, he was thrusting his hips against me. I felt his penis slap against my ass rhythmically. I cried and stretched away from him, despite the pain from him pulling my hair.

"No. No. Please don't. I'm a virgin. Please just stop."

I felt the warm, wet pressure of his dick against my pussy lips, scouting out for my hole. He seperated my lips with his fingers, then stretched my cunt open with them. He fit his cock between his fingers and shoved through. He grabbed both sides of my hips and pushed, tearing through the resistance of my virgin pussy.

I screamed as he sunk deep into me. He sighed and pulled back. And then pushed forward. And pulled back...
He gained speed and started hammering my pussy, slapping my ass at the same time.
He grunted, "oh God. Mmph."

He slapped my ass several more times, then wrapped his fingers in my hair again.
He pulled it back as he thrust into me. I felt like he would break me in two. He used my hair to pull my body against his as he pounded me. Hot tears dripped from chin onto the pillow below. I was covered in his sweat, filled by the sound of his grunting and moaning penetrating the air around me.

His body tightened and he plowed into me like a jackhammer. My tits bounced painfully against each other, faster and faster. He jerked my hair as far back as it would go without pulling my head off and I felt his hot semen pour into me. My thighs were drenched from the both of us and I felt something wet streaming down to my knees.

He collapsed on top of me, pushing us both into the ground. I tried to breath evenly, my face buried into the pillow. I watched my best friend's still sleeping body only a few feet away.

I passed out like that.

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Wed, 28 Mar 2007 22:19:39 GMT

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