Ajattelinpa vaihteeksi kirjoitella tämmöisen eroottisen 'novellin'.
Jostain syystä teki mielenki kirjoittaa se englanniksi.
Haastetta vartenko?
Antakaahan sitten kommenteja. Ei tämä toki ensimmäinen tarinani ole, mutta aina on kommentit tervetulleita.
Niin, ja olen pahoillani, en suinkaan kirjoittanut tätä tähän pieneen viesti-ikkunaan, vaan wordpadiin, joten rivitys voi olla pielessä tänne kopioinnin jälkeen, mutta en toisaalta osaa sitä tässä parantaakaan sillä en tiedä miltä se näyttää loppujen lopuksi. Joudutte vaan kärsimään jos rivitys on pielessä.
Kultamitali tulee.
"Survivalprophecy is the individual's own view and expectation of what he will achieve in his life. Let's everybody think about this and write down where you think you are going to be in, say, twenty years.", said our teacher of psychology, an about 40-year old, small, bearded feller with a better than average sense of humour and a very lofty view of teaching. I didn't like his teachings that much, he left too much to be unclear.
"I'm going to be a nun.", said I, managing to keep my voice at a quite basic level. He laughed, and said I should write it down then. It wasn't meant for him though. I was glad to see, that the target audience - a redhead I had been feeling a bit of a crush for - noticed it. She laughed at me. Her smile was the prettiest smile I'd seen to date, not even mentioning her laugh. She wasn't at all bad anyhow, quite beautiful, with a better than average body, not one of them posh sexbombs we have hanging around, though - I didn't much fancy them. All bra, and no -in. (get it?) She was rather a more silent person, not really participating in conversation, though when I could catch her attention, maybe by cracking a joke, or by any possible other means available, I could see an open person, with an obvious sense of humour - even for my lower-than-average jokes - a positive attitude and a warm soul. You know, the kind of people one could get along with nicely if you treat them right. "What are you laughing at, think I couldn't do it?", I replied to her laugh, with a defiant smile.
"Mm.. Dunno, but it'd be hard. Nuns are usually of the other sex, you know?". I loved her voice, with a small twist of amusement in it.
"I'm flexible.".
We continued the smalltalk, 'till the teacher interrupted. "You can keep amusing her during the brake, mr. Mäkinen."
We laughed a soundless laugh between us, and turned to our tables, and the clock ticked away. Being as I am, I could of course not refrain from a few quick remarks and dry jokes during the remainder of class, at which se allways gave one of her enchanting smiles. The huge class slowly dribbled out of the class, while some remained to play around with some interesting reading they had found from the back of the class. Next was art class. She wasn't in it, though.
For some reason or other, I couldn't but think of that smile of hers for all day - Screwed up my artwork at art class for that, too. Freak chance that I met her just as I was stepping off the school premisis after school. She was standing in the corner of a street doing apparently nothing.
"Hey", I said, coming from behind her.
She started a bit, and turned quickly. Her face turned into a smile - Did I tell you I loved her smile allready? - "Oh Hi!", said she. "On your way to the convent, sister?", she asked with a tad of teasing in her voice
"Nah, it's a kind of a long project trying to get in. They keep rejecting my applications.", I answered her joke. "My name's Anssi." I said, and offered her my hand, and smiled.
"Heidi." We shook hands. And smiled yet again.
"Yyeah, I kind of spied that out when you wrote your name on the list of who was in class."
She said nothing, but smiled, the twinkle in her eye was even brighter than before.
"You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen on a human being.", I said, a little startled at having the courage to say it.
"Well, thank you." she said, after a small giggle.
"What're you doing here? I mean.. Schools over for the day and there isn't even anyone around."
"That's the problem. My boyfriend was supposed to pick me up but he hasn't shown up. Guess I'll have to walk.". She eyed me intently when she spoke of her boyfriend, and I guess she noticed the passing grief in my eye. "But, thanks to you, I'm saved of a long, boring walk, right?"
"Er.. I guess so." - No-one could resist the look in those beautiful, big eyes. "Where do you live?", I asked, hoping that it was far enough. I'm truly rather hopeless in this way with women. I fall for them in a big whoosh without much any need for encouragement. Can't resist 'em, free or not.
"Downtown, 3 miles off. Shall we?"
It was a rather long 3 miles, I should say, but I enjoyed it, perhaps more than I should've, if you understand. We hit off, our senses of humour were a perfect match, and she seemed exactly my kind of girl. Anyway, when we had only about a few hundred meters to go, she proposed that we go rent some movies and watch them over at her place, she had no-one at home and it'd be a long day. I agreed, of course, and off we went to the local Film Town, it wasn't long off our track. We spent allmost an hour in the shop thinking about what the hell we should get. We had great fun choosing them though, so who would mind? We took the 5-movie-5-day -package, and carried on.
Her three-member family lived in a regular flat at the third floor of a regular multistoried house.
"You can leave your shoes there. There's a bottle of coke in the fridge in the kitchen, first door on the left. Why don't you get it and a couple of glasses, and join me in the living room. I obliged, and found her fiddling with the subtitle menu of the Pearl Harbor DVD when I came in with the coke and the glasses.
"Do you need subtitles, our should I turn them off?", she said, turning her head to look at me.
I didn't answer. She was stooping in front of the TV, presenting quite a royal view.
"Hello? Subtitles?"
"Mm? Huh?", I said, when I gained enough willpower to rip my gaze off her curves. The gaze did not move willingly, and attempted to linger where it had found a pleasant spot.
"Silly. I said, do you need subtitles?"
"Oh.. Oh! No, that's okay, I understand english enough."
"Good."
She turned them off, and set the DVD for Play. I took a seat at the sofa, and poured us glassfuls of coke while she adjusted the Dolby Logic. She went and dimmened the lights, and then she came and sat next to me.
The movie passed away quite uneventfully. We hadn't seen it before and it held a good grip, we didn't have much other conversation than a couple humouristic remarks about some of the funnier things in the flick. I noticed at one of the dramatic lovestory -parts of the movie that she had - at some unnoticed point - moved herself to lean at my side. Her head was on my shoulder. She looked up into my eyes, and soon we were kissing softly, my right forefinger slowly drawing a wavy line in her neck. She shuddered. I put my left hand behind her neck. It must've been the longest kiss I've had. Our tongues mingled, and the magic of the feeling carried us away enough not to notice that Pearl Harbor's credits were allmost ending.
She took the remote, and pressed a couple of buttons - I found myself thinking, 'Why didn't she use the remote earlier' - and suddenly the TV showed a picture of a hardbodied blondhaired man kissing a silicon-breasted woman. He was unbuttoning her shirt as they kissed. They made a lot of wet noises and "Umff"'s and "Mmmh"'s. 'Overacting, Pah!", was my passing thought. The man was now groping the woman's breast.
"Err.. The clerk must've put that in the bag by accident.", I said out loud, and started to blush quite a bit.
"Oooh no she didn't!" Said Heidi, laughing as she threw her hair behind her head. She moved to sit on me with her legs on my either side, and she kissed me again, now with quite a lot more demand in her attitude. I felt her warm fingers sliding under my shirt, beginning to lift it up. I had a 'What If' -thought in my head, with the added image of a 330 lb bodybuilder boyfriend. The image vanished with a puff when I noticed she had allready tore off both our shirts, and had guided my hands to her breasts, the erect nipples of which were demanding attention to theirselves. In the DVD the actors were allready going at it, in and out, in and out with a big dick and lots of shouting and squealing. They had no need of foreplay.
I had better things to watch than the TV though.
Heidi had allready gotten rid of her pants, they lay now in a crumpled heap with our other clothes on the table in front of the sofa. She was well away now at seating herself on my chest with her slender legs over the back of the sofa. She was pulling her string panties to the side, and it wasn't unclear what she wanted me to do. I held her up with my right hand, and my left hand was playing with her right nipple as I started to give proper attention to her allready moistening slit. I gave it a long lick from down on up. I felt her shudder, and there was a barely noticeable, soft cry from her lips above. I tried that again, much to the same reaction. I sucked on her clit, and gave it a proper treatment with my tongue. I ebbed my left hand under her ass, and put a finger in, then another. She was quite wet now, and it didn't take me a minute after I had found her G-point and started to rub it and continued to let my tongue play around with her clit, to get her to moan out loud and swing her hips to and fro - I had to work to keep her from falling down. Not five minutes of this and she was shouting out loud, and a shiver ran right through her, she arched her back and stiffened up like a longbow - she wasn't foolish enough to move away from my tongue's reach, though. Her silky tunnel was milking my fingers. She shout for a good 30 seconds - 'Hadn't had any for a while?', thought I - untill she relaxed and allmost knocked over the sofa with the shifting of her weight, however small.
She slid down once she could control her legs again. She sat allmost limp for a while, panting, and carressing my chest. When she got her breath back she slid to the floor and knelt before me, fiddling open my beltbuckle, and proceeding to undress my jeans. Under there she found a white mountain comprised of my boxers being stretched out by my cock, held cruelly in captivity. She released him mercifully, and it sprung up to breathe some free air. The so-far action had got him in quite a parade condition, not lessened by the expectation that it was my turn be the one recieving some treatment. I let out a sigh as she closed her lips around me and started sucking it, her head bobbing up and again down, now and again stopping to give her hand a turn while her tongue and lips went up and down the underside of the shaft of my cock. She continued to suck and caress it for a while, and then stopped, reaching into my jean pockets, drawing out my wallet.
"You do have a condom in here, right?", asked she, with a smile. I was once again reminded of what an enchanting smile she had.
"Yeah, in the big pocket.", I answered, and she didn't take long to find it.
She took apart the pack and drew out the gum, then turning to my awaiting cock. She pulled the skin down and rolled the gum on top of it, giving it another kiss before getting back to the sofa. She rose up with her lips inspecting all sorts of interesting stuff between my crotch and my head. She licked my neck throughly, and then kissed me, taking a bite at my lower lip. I held up my rubberclothed cock and she guided it in slowly, teasing me. Though she was quite wet enough, the road inside was tighter than one could even hope for, though she was no virgin, I think, for there was not a drip of blood. She bit my ear as she sat down on it, burying it deep inside her velvet cave. I was surprised that she could take all that inside her, as tight as she - as I was inevitably found out - was. She started rising painfully slowly, and after she got up, down again equally slowly. We kissed lustily. After a few up-and-down movements she started to accelerate slowly, and her mouth moved to biting my ear again. I let my left hand wander to her clit, I rubbed it as best I could, though she was moving faster now. I pinched her nipple with my right hand, stretched it around, but I was forced to take that easier, as she had her teeth on the leaf of my ear. So I went to simply rubbing and squeezing her tit. She moaned and panted and was moving up and down like a kid playing with a pogo stick. To my wonder I noticed that I wasn't even going that far yet, perhaps due to my feeling being hindered by the veil of rubber between me and her.
But I'd had enough of that, so I lifted her up and set her on her back on the large sofa. It was large enough to suit her small body, though her she had to have her chin tightly on her chest. I started sliding inside and out, probing the lenghts of her smooth, shaven slit. After I'd done a few test runs I started moving faster, down to the bottom with every swing. I held her legs high on my both sides, gripping them by the ankle. My hips slapped against her thighs at increasing speed. She was sobbing and moaning, pleading me not to stop, to go faster. And I wasn't going to, 'till she had the guts to start giving pace. I pulled myself out, and grabbing my cock with my left hand I rubbed her clit a bit with it, and then slapped it a couple times. Then I turned her over to her stomach - she wouldn't of course fit on the sofa on her stomach this way, so I aligned her with it. - I set a pillow under her hip, and how did it happen so well that I found a dildo hidden under the pillow!
"What's this then, huh?", I asked, slapping her on the cheek of her beautiful butt with it.
"I dunno, must be mom's", said she with an almost-innocent look.
"Well, what's good for the mother is good enough for her daughter, right?", I teased, and rolled it around on her milky-brown hole. "You want to feel how it feels inside your ass, huh? Bet you know allready."
"No, I don't, honest.. Show me, please." The big eyes were wide open. I began to wonder if she really was a virgin. I'd heard that some virgin's don't bleed. Maybe.
I teased her with the dildo some more, and then I started to push my index finger in her ass. I pushed it in slowly, only a bit past the nail at first, and jiggled it around a bit. Then I pushed it in some more, untill allmost all of the finger was inside. I let her get used to the feeling, I twirled the finger around. She moved her buns around with my finger. I took the finger out, and tried anew with two fingers. After I'd gotten them inside I added a third yet, and then I took them all out, and started pushing in the dildo slowly. It was quite a huge dildo, with bulging veins and balls to match. She took it all in, though she moaned with pain.
"Oh, does that hurt, baby? I'm sorry.", I said with a pitying voice, and moved it around in her ass, in and out a bit. I petted the cheek of her ass with my left hand, then gave it a firm slap. She reeled a bit and let out a bit of a cry, but I knew it was acting, I saw her eyes had darkened of pleasure when she looked over her shoulder at me. I reached out my arm and cleared her hair to the right of her head, and carressed her neck and her cheeks, let my fingers run through her hair, and then I let my index finger slowly move along her spine with a touch as light as a feather that made her shiver all over and wiggle her beautiful ass as it neared the deep plunged dildo.
Then I extended my arm again, but now I grabbed her hair in my fist and pulled her hair back, while my right hand assisted my cock inside her wet hole. As I started pounding her tight pussy - now even tighter due to the huge dildo that had been rammed in her ass - I pulled her head back from her hair near-violently, and slapped her bum with my right hand. I took hold of the dildo and started moving it in and out at a completely different pace than what my cock was now doing - She had to give me complete control, she was face down on the sofa, and she had no clear rhythm to which to try to push back to. She had to submit to this fate, and I knew she liked it. I let go of her hair and moved my left hand to caress her left thigh and give an occasional slap to her butt, continuing to ram with my cock and the dildo. She lie with her face scrubbing over the sofa, her head covered in her red hair. She was now moaning and sobbing helplessly as the hot waves flushed through her body, she being unable to add to her pleasure to be able to come. The tip of my cock was rubbing against her G-point(this is the ideal position for that), but I didn't give her the pleasure of the orgasm she was trying to get. The two big cocks inside her must've hurt, too, but she had good reason not to mind it. I felt her starting to come, the beginning vibrations. I stopped moving both my cock and the dildo inside her. She tried to move her hip to rub herself over the limit but I held her so she couldn't. She couldn't do anything but let out a helpless and a bit angered groan.
After she cooled off a bit I started going on again, giving her a couple of good slaps as I did. I teased her like this a couple times, starting again when she had cooled off, and then stopping just as she would've came. We did this for over half an hour - the porn movie on the TV had stopped a long time ago, there was only the main menu now - untill I finally let her come, moving teasingly slow inside her so that the transition over the line to coming was dragged on slowly and extended and when she came she shook all over, covered in sweat, and she arched her back and let out a trembling shout that slowly increased, and she shout for a whole minute if I can guess time at any rate - didn't exactly grope out for the watch at that time. Her vibrating tunnel milked my cock with long vibrations for all that minute, and I couldn't hold out any longer. I felt the pressure grow and I pushed inside her as deep as I could and exploded into the back of the rubber, myself as well shaking and covered in sweat. We both collapsed into a heap on the sofa, and lay on our sides, she in my lap, the dildo inside her.
And there we lay, I caressed her soft skin slowly, and we fell fast asleep after what seemed to have been a great feat of sports.
We woke to the clang of a door, and a woman shouting "I'm home!".
....Mutta tämä on vasta Olympialaisten ensimmäinen laji - Talviolympialaisista puhumattakaan.
Jostain syystä teki mielenki kirjoittaa se englanniksi.
Haastetta vartenko?
Antakaahan sitten kommenteja. Ei tämä toki ensimmäinen tarinani ole, mutta aina on kommentit tervetulleita.
Niin, ja olen pahoillani, en suinkaan kirjoittanut tätä tähän pieneen viesti-ikkunaan, vaan wordpadiin, joten rivitys voi olla pielessä tänne kopioinnin jälkeen, mutta en toisaalta osaa sitä tässä parantaakaan sillä en tiedä miltä se näyttää loppujen lopuksi. Joudutte vaan kärsimään jos rivitys on pielessä.
Kultamitali tulee.
"Survivalprophecy is the individual's own view and expectation of what he will achieve in his life. Let's everybody think about this and write down where you think you are going to be in, say, twenty years.", said our teacher of psychology, an about 40-year old, small, bearded feller with a better than average sense of humour and a very lofty view of teaching. I didn't like his teachings that much, he left too much to be unclear.
"I'm going to be a nun.", said I, managing to keep my voice at a quite basic level. He laughed, and said I should write it down then. It wasn't meant for him though. I was glad to see, that the target audience - a redhead I had been feeling a bit of a crush for - noticed it. She laughed at me. Her smile was the prettiest smile I'd seen to date, not even mentioning her laugh. She wasn't at all bad anyhow, quite beautiful, with a better than average body, not one of them posh sexbombs we have hanging around, though - I didn't much fancy them. All bra, and no -in. (get it?) She was rather a more silent person, not really participating in conversation, though when I could catch her attention, maybe by cracking a joke, or by any possible other means available, I could see an open person, with an obvious sense of humour - even for my lower-than-average jokes - a positive attitude and a warm soul. You know, the kind of people one could get along with nicely if you treat them right. "What are you laughing at, think I couldn't do it?", I replied to her laugh, with a defiant smile.
"Mm.. Dunno, but it'd be hard. Nuns are usually of the other sex, you know?". I loved her voice, with a small twist of amusement in it.
"I'm flexible.".
We continued the smalltalk, 'till the teacher interrupted. "You can keep amusing her during the brake, mr. Mäkinen."
We laughed a soundless laugh between us, and turned to our tables, and the clock ticked away. Being as I am, I could of course not refrain from a few quick remarks and dry jokes during the remainder of class, at which se allways gave one of her enchanting smiles. The huge class slowly dribbled out of the class, while some remained to play around with some interesting reading they had found from the back of the class. Next was art class. She wasn't in it, though.
For some reason or other, I couldn't but think of that smile of hers for all day - Screwed up my artwork at art class for that, too. Freak chance that I met her just as I was stepping off the school premisis after school. She was standing in the corner of a street doing apparently nothing.
"Hey", I said, coming from behind her.
She started a bit, and turned quickly. Her face turned into a smile - Did I tell you I loved her smile allready? - "Oh Hi!", said she. "On your way to the convent, sister?", she asked with a tad of teasing in her voice
"Nah, it's a kind of a long project trying to get in. They keep rejecting my applications.", I answered her joke. "My name's Anssi." I said, and offered her my hand, and smiled.
"Heidi." We shook hands. And smiled yet again.
"Yyeah, I kind of spied that out when you wrote your name on the list of who was in class."
She said nothing, but smiled, the twinkle in her eye was even brighter than before.
"You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen on a human being.", I said, a little startled at having the courage to say it.
"Well, thank you." she said, after a small giggle.
"What're you doing here? I mean.. Schools over for the day and there isn't even anyone around."
"That's the problem. My boyfriend was supposed to pick me up but he hasn't shown up. Guess I'll have to walk.". She eyed me intently when she spoke of her boyfriend, and I guess she noticed the passing grief in my eye. "But, thanks to you, I'm saved of a long, boring walk, right?"
"Er.. I guess so." - No-one could resist the look in those beautiful, big eyes. "Where do you live?", I asked, hoping that it was far enough. I'm truly rather hopeless in this way with women. I fall for them in a big whoosh without much any need for encouragement. Can't resist 'em, free or not.
"Downtown, 3 miles off. Shall we?"
It was a rather long 3 miles, I should say, but I enjoyed it, perhaps more than I should've, if you understand. We hit off, our senses of humour were a perfect match, and she seemed exactly my kind of girl. Anyway, when we had only about a few hundred meters to go, she proposed that we go rent some movies and watch them over at her place, she had no-one at home and it'd be a long day. I agreed, of course, and off we went to the local Film Town, it wasn't long off our track. We spent allmost an hour in the shop thinking about what the hell we should get. We had great fun choosing them though, so who would mind? We took the 5-movie-5-day -package, and carried on.
Her three-member family lived in a regular flat at the third floor of a regular multistoried house.
"You can leave your shoes there. There's a bottle of coke in the fridge in the kitchen, first door on the left. Why don't you get it and a couple of glasses, and join me in the living room. I obliged, and found her fiddling with the subtitle menu of the Pearl Harbor DVD when I came in with the coke and the glasses.
"Do you need subtitles, our should I turn them off?", she said, turning her head to look at me.
I didn't answer. She was stooping in front of the TV, presenting quite a royal view.
"Hello? Subtitles?"
"Mm? Huh?", I said, when I gained enough willpower to rip my gaze off her curves. The gaze did not move willingly, and attempted to linger where it had found a pleasant spot.
"Silly. I said, do you need subtitles?"
"Oh.. Oh! No, that's okay, I understand english enough."
"Good."
She turned them off, and set the DVD for Play. I took a seat at the sofa, and poured us glassfuls of coke while she adjusted the Dolby Logic. She went and dimmened the lights, and then she came and sat next to me.
The movie passed away quite uneventfully. We hadn't seen it before and it held a good grip, we didn't have much other conversation than a couple humouristic remarks about some of the funnier things in the flick. I noticed at one of the dramatic lovestory -parts of the movie that she had - at some unnoticed point - moved herself to lean at my side. Her head was on my shoulder. She looked up into my eyes, and soon we were kissing softly, my right forefinger slowly drawing a wavy line in her neck. She shuddered. I put my left hand behind her neck. It must've been the longest kiss I've had. Our tongues mingled, and the magic of the feeling carried us away enough not to notice that Pearl Harbor's credits were allmost ending.
She took the remote, and pressed a couple of buttons - I found myself thinking, 'Why didn't she use the remote earlier' - and suddenly the TV showed a picture of a hardbodied blondhaired man kissing a silicon-breasted woman. He was unbuttoning her shirt as they kissed. They made a lot of wet noises and "Umff"'s and "Mmmh"'s. 'Overacting, Pah!", was my passing thought. The man was now groping the woman's breast.
"Err.. The clerk must've put that in the bag by accident.", I said out loud, and started to blush quite a bit.
"Oooh no she didn't!" Said Heidi, laughing as she threw her hair behind her head. She moved to sit on me with her legs on my either side, and she kissed me again, now with quite a lot more demand in her attitude. I felt her warm fingers sliding under my shirt, beginning to lift it up. I had a 'What If' -thought in my head, with the added image of a 330 lb bodybuilder boyfriend. The image vanished with a puff when I noticed she had allready tore off both our shirts, and had guided my hands to her breasts, the erect nipples of which were demanding attention to theirselves. In the DVD the actors were allready going at it, in and out, in and out with a big dick and lots of shouting and squealing. They had no need of foreplay.
I had better things to watch than the TV though.
Heidi had allready gotten rid of her pants, they lay now in a crumpled heap with our other clothes on the table in front of the sofa. She was well away now at seating herself on my chest with her slender legs over the back of the sofa. She was pulling her string panties to the side, and it wasn't unclear what she wanted me to do. I held her up with my right hand, and my left hand was playing with her right nipple as I started to give proper attention to her allready moistening slit. I gave it a long lick from down on up. I felt her shudder, and there was a barely noticeable, soft cry from her lips above. I tried that again, much to the same reaction. I sucked on her clit, and gave it a proper treatment with my tongue. I ebbed my left hand under her ass, and put a finger in, then another. She was quite wet now, and it didn't take me a minute after I had found her G-point and started to rub it and continued to let my tongue play around with her clit, to get her to moan out loud and swing her hips to and fro - I had to work to keep her from falling down. Not five minutes of this and she was shouting out loud, and a shiver ran right through her, she arched her back and stiffened up like a longbow - she wasn't foolish enough to move away from my tongue's reach, though. Her silky tunnel was milking my fingers. She shout for a good 30 seconds - 'Hadn't had any for a while?', thought I - untill she relaxed and allmost knocked over the sofa with the shifting of her weight, however small.
She slid down once she could control her legs again. She sat allmost limp for a while, panting, and carressing my chest. When she got her breath back she slid to the floor and knelt before me, fiddling open my beltbuckle, and proceeding to undress my jeans. Under there she found a white mountain comprised of my boxers being stretched out by my cock, held cruelly in captivity. She released him mercifully, and it sprung up to breathe some free air. The so-far action had got him in quite a parade condition, not lessened by the expectation that it was my turn be the one recieving some treatment. I let out a sigh as she closed her lips around me and started sucking it, her head bobbing up and again down, now and again stopping to give her hand a turn while her tongue and lips went up and down the underside of the shaft of my cock. She continued to suck and caress it for a while, and then stopped, reaching into my jean pockets, drawing out my wallet.
"You do have a condom in here, right?", asked she, with a smile. I was once again reminded of what an enchanting smile she had.
"Yeah, in the big pocket.", I answered, and she didn't take long to find it.
She took apart the pack and drew out the gum, then turning to my awaiting cock. She pulled the skin down and rolled the gum on top of it, giving it another kiss before getting back to the sofa. She rose up with her lips inspecting all sorts of interesting stuff between my crotch and my head. She licked my neck throughly, and then kissed me, taking a bite at my lower lip. I held up my rubberclothed cock and she guided it in slowly, teasing me. Though she was quite wet enough, the road inside was tighter than one could even hope for, though she was no virgin, I think, for there was not a drip of blood. She bit my ear as she sat down on it, burying it deep inside her velvet cave. I was surprised that she could take all that inside her, as tight as she - as I was inevitably found out - was. She started rising painfully slowly, and after she got up, down again equally slowly. We kissed lustily. After a few up-and-down movements she started to accelerate slowly, and her mouth moved to biting my ear again. I let my left hand wander to her clit, I rubbed it as best I could, though she was moving faster now. I pinched her nipple with my right hand, stretched it around, but I was forced to take that easier, as she had her teeth on the leaf of my ear. So I went to simply rubbing and squeezing her tit. She moaned and panted and was moving up and down like a kid playing with a pogo stick. To my wonder I noticed that I wasn't even going that far yet, perhaps due to my feeling being hindered by the veil of rubber between me and her.
But I'd had enough of that, so I lifted her up and set her on her back on the large sofa. It was large enough to suit her small body, though her she had to have her chin tightly on her chest. I started sliding inside and out, probing the lenghts of her smooth, shaven slit. After I'd done a few test runs I started moving faster, down to the bottom with every swing. I held her legs high on my both sides, gripping them by the ankle. My hips slapped against her thighs at increasing speed. She was sobbing and moaning, pleading me not to stop, to go faster. And I wasn't going to, 'till she had the guts to start giving pace. I pulled myself out, and grabbing my cock with my left hand I rubbed her clit a bit with it, and then slapped it a couple times. Then I turned her over to her stomach - she wouldn't of course fit on the sofa on her stomach this way, so I aligned her with it. - I set a pillow under her hip, and how did it happen so well that I found a dildo hidden under the pillow!
"What's this then, huh?", I asked, slapping her on the cheek of her beautiful butt with it.
"I dunno, must be mom's", said she with an almost-innocent look.
"Well, what's good for the mother is good enough for her daughter, right?", I teased, and rolled it around on her milky-brown hole. "You want to feel how it feels inside your ass, huh? Bet you know allready."
"No, I don't, honest.. Show me, please." The big eyes were wide open. I began to wonder if she really was a virgin. I'd heard that some virgin's don't bleed. Maybe.
I teased her with the dildo some more, and then I started to push my index finger in her ass. I pushed it in slowly, only a bit past the nail at first, and jiggled it around a bit. Then I pushed it in some more, untill allmost all of the finger was inside. I let her get used to the feeling, I twirled the finger around. She moved her buns around with my finger. I took the finger out, and tried anew with two fingers. After I'd gotten them inside I added a third yet, and then I took them all out, and started pushing in the dildo slowly. It was quite a huge dildo, with bulging veins and balls to match. She took it all in, though she moaned with pain.
"Oh, does that hurt, baby? I'm sorry.", I said with a pitying voice, and moved it around in her ass, in and out a bit. I petted the cheek of her ass with my left hand, then gave it a firm slap. She reeled a bit and let out a bit of a cry, but I knew it was acting, I saw her eyes had darkened of pleasure when she looked over her shoulder at me. I reached out my arm and cleared her hair to the right of her head, and carressed her neck and her cheeks, let my fingers run through her hair, and then I let my index finger slowly move along her spine with a touch as light as a feather that made her shiver all over and wiggle her beautiful ass as it neared the deep plunged dildo.
Then I extended my arm again, but now I grabbed her hair in my fist and pulled her hair back, while my right hand assisted my cock inside her wet hole. As I started pounding her tight pussy - now even tighter due to the huge dildo that had been rammed in her ass - I pulled her head back from her hair near-violently, and slapped her bum with my right hand. I took hold of the dildo and started moving it in and out at a completely different pace than what my cock was now doing - She had to give me complete control, she was face down on the sofa, and she had no clear rhythm to which to try to push back to. She had to submit to this fate, and I knew she liked it. I let go of her hair and moved my left hand to caress her left thigh and give an occasional slap to her butt, continuing to ram with my cock and the dildo. She lie with her face scrubbing over the sofa, her head covered in her red hair. She was now moaning and sobbing helplessly as the hot waves flushed through her body, she being unable to add to her pleasure to be able to come. The tip of my cock was rubbing against her G-point(this is the ideal position for that), but I didn't give her the pleasure of the orgasm she was trying to get. The two big cocks inside her must've hurt, too, but she had good reason not to mind it. I felt her starting to come, the beginning vibrations. I stopped moving both my cock and the dildo inside her. She tried to move her hip to rub herself over the limit but I held her so she couldn't. She couldn't do anything but let out a helpless and a bit angered groan.
After she cooled off a bit I started going on again, giving her a couple of good slaps as I did. I teased her like this a couple times, starting again when she had cooled off, and then stopping just as she would've came. We did this for over half an hour - the porn movie on the TV had stopped a long time ago, there was only the main menu now - untill I finally let her come, moving teasingly slow inside her so that the transition over the line to coming was dragged on slowly and extended and when she came she shook all over, covered in sweat, and she arched her back and let out a trembling shout that slowly increased, and she shout for a whole minute if I can guess time at any rate - didn't exactly grope out for the watch at that time. Her vibrating tunnel milked my cock with long vibrations for all that minute, and I couldn't hold out any longer. I felt the pressure grow and I pushed inside her as deep as I could and exploded into the back of the rubber, myself as well shaking and covered in sweat. We both collapsed into a heap on the sofa, and lay on our sides, she in my lap, the dildo inside her.
And there we lay, I caressed her soft skin slowly, and we fell fast asleep after what seemed to have been a great feat of sports.
We woke to the clang of a door, and a woman shouting "I'm home!".
....Mutta tämä on vasta Olympialaisten ensimmäinen laji - Talviolympialaisista puhumattakaan.
Vastaukset 15
Vanhimmat
Ei kai se nyt sitten niin erittäin pitkä ollut. Kirjoitan jo huomenna jatkoa jos ehdin, ja jos palautetta tulee tarpeeksi
Niin, ja haluaisin sanoa, että ennenkuin haukutte tämän taas juonettomaksi moskaksi, niin ootelkaapas - Vastahan tässä on ensimmäinen osa!
Olin kyllä asiaa ajatellut, en vain muistanut sitä tuohon lyödä.
Kirjoitusvirheitä on muuten törkiästi, vuan elkeepä välittäke.
you have very good English, quite fluent expressions, maybe you've spent some time abroad..nice story ...so keep 'em cuming..
Not really, I've only been to three countries other than finland: Estonia, Sweden, and Greece. And in the last 10 years only Estonia.
I'll "keep 'em cuming" allright. Theeheeehee.
kirjottaa suomeksi :(?
Olen nyt pahoillani, mieleni teki kirjoittaa englanniksi. Mutta ehkä tarpeeksi isolla kannustuksella jaksaisin kääntää sen suomeksi vielä "jonain päivänä".
Englanninkieliset versiot aion pitää kyllä etusijalla, lähinnä siksi että ajattelin kokeilla, mitä koulun enkunmaikka tuumailee meikäläisen englanninkielestä jos päjäytän sille levykkeellisen - pari tätä, tuo kun tuntuu nyt tuumailevan meikäläisen melkoiseksi vätykseksi. Vaan nyt kouluun, kävellä kun pitää.
Ihan kun ois kristens archivesta poimittua
Ja haistappas kuule!
Tuohan on kopioitu eli kopioi/liimaa toiminnolla haettu eräästä jenkki sivustosta eli MUu ei ole sitä itse kirjoittanut vaikka niin väittää.
No jos sinä löydät saman tekstin joltain muulta sivulta ja voit sen todistaa ettei sitä ole sinne lähettänyt minä tai kukaan täällä kävijöistä, niin minua piruvie kiinnostaisi tavata sen kirjoittaja, koska olen ihan tasan sen itse kirjoittanut, missä tapauksessa olisi aika jännää tavata joku joka on kirjoittanut täsmälleen samanlaisen stoorin.
Mikäs sen paikan osoite on?
Jos teidän mielestänne on vuorenvarmaa että minä tämän tarinan olen jostain kopioinut, niin enhän minä teidän mielipidettänne voi muuttaa, kun en hallitse tuota toisten ajatusten hallintaa niin täydellisesti, että senkus luulette että olen sen jostain kopioinut.
Pidemmälle ajatellen ei minua juurikaan teidän valituksenne kiinnosta, olen kirjoittanut sen etupäässä itselleni totuuspohjalta (Psykanryhmässäni todella on eräs henkilö (tässä nimi muutettu), jota kohtaan minä joiltakin osin tunnen näin), enkä suinkaan teitä varten. Mutta kun se tuolla oli niin ajattelin lyödä sen myös tänne.
Ideana oli sinäänsä myös sarjan loppuun kirjoitettuani antaa se englanninopettajalle luettavaksi.
Jokatapauksessa minua kiinnostaisi saada tietää sen saitin osoitteen josta tämän juttuni olen muka kopioinut.
Ja huomatkaahan nyt että jos vaikka tarinan sisältö on sama (kouluihastus, kemia, hänen kotinsa, samat asennot, jne.), niin miten se muka tarkoittaa että olen kopioinut sen? Olisiko minun kenties pitänyt kirjoittaa se suomeksi ja mahdollisimman useilla kirjoitusvirheillä, yhdyssanat väärin ja välimerkit mihin sattuu, isoista kirjaimista ja yleisestä kieliopista puhumattakaan, että uskotte sen minun tekemäkseni?
Onko se sen takia kopioitu että se on englanninkielinen, yksityiskohtainen ja kaikenlisäksi suurimmalta osin oikein kirjoitettu?
Äääh. Parempaakin tekemistä kuin tällainen "selittely". Jos ette usko niin ette usko. Minkä minä sille voin.
No varmaan sitten pystyt sen sitten kirjoittamaan suomeksikin
No mikäs haaste sen suomentaminen sitten on?
tarina on loistavasti kirjotettu. en tiedä ootko sen kopioinut jostakin, mut hyvä se on. tietenkin JOS oot kopioinut sen jostain, niin olisit fiksumpi jos et ottaisi kunniaa itsellesi.. -:).
...olisi ollut enemmän jees, mutta anaali vei tunnelmani... Näyttää olevan jonninlainen muoti-ilmiö.
No, jokainen kuitenkin taplaa tyylillään.