Real Soft vs Me
We would have to meet in a car park near Exeter. I would be
cunningly dressed in jogging gear, and you would be in a
short skirt.We would have arranged every detail of our
meet down to the Financial Times that I I would be carrying
as I made my way across to the Pay and Display.
Hopefully there would be a great deal of display going on
... later.
We had already parked in a dark area where a hooded child
had conveniently vandalised the safety lighting, and
you crossed over into my car. As you reached into my lap your
tongue snaked into my mouth and deep deep to tonsil level
- I knew that I was going to enjoy this, I knew that you were
going to enjoy this too. The first thing to do
was to check if you were telling the truth - how soft were
they?, a little, a lot or real soft? I pulled up your top and
undid your front fastenned bra and let the wonderous and
pendulous glories contained therein fall under the weight
of gravity - how did they fall? well really softly of course.
Already the nipples were upstanding and crying our for
a nip of the teeth, a gentle circular tonguing and an urgent
sucking. Both of them got what they deserved and my hands
started to wander up from your knees up the outer edge of
your thighs to your firm buttocks - mmmmm, shapely and sadly
still encase in knickers. Fingers worming frantically
under the elastic and rubbing your firm cheeks, then moving
round gently to your soft but neatly trimmed bush.
Stroking
gently while your tongue tickled and teased my lips, mouth
and tonsils, I suck on it needing you to thrust at me even
harder as I gently rub between your legs up and down and round
and round, waiting for the first telltale signs of moisture
and openning. There it is and your lubrication invites
me deeper and deeper down and down along your lips till mid
point where a delving finger slips in then another then
another. You gasp as I try to fill you with my fingers pushing
hard against my hand, needing it deeper and deeper.
My poor cock is straining against the material fit to burst,
wet already, rubbed furiously and kneaded by you, you finally
reach in and release him to the fresh air, grasping him immediately
and wanking hard and purposefully, so hard and purposefully
in fact that the upholstery gets a splattering of hot cum
that no one could hold back. your hand is covered and you
greedily lick it clean while I recline your seat and aim
my tongue straight at your lovely dripping pussy lips.
No finesse here, just a lusting to get my head inside you,
I cant breathe, but can smell that warm pussy that I have
dreamt of throughout those three years of denial, I can
lick it it suck it and very shortly think that I am going to
fuck it.
You pull my ears harder and harder, and I lick harder and
harder, sliding up and down your slit and pushing my long
muscular tongue as deep as I can looking for that nectar
that drives every man wild.
Fuck I cant stand it any longer - my dick is drilling dents
into the canon car mats, and is ordering me to penetrate
you. You turn over and your arse waves in the air, you yell
at me to get that dick moving, and I mount you
slipping in so so easily, feeling a warmth and slipperyness
that drives me wild(er). A quick rut with my fingers tickling
your fanny from the front, and we collapse forwards fucking
and fucking and fucking. The car rocks and the policemans
flashlight focusses on my arse, they have to break in to
stop us and we are led away to separate cells where we both
wank the night away furiously and disgustingly calling
out to each other. On our release from prison, we meet same
time, same place, but that's another filthy dirty
story for me to think up and write... you can probably guess
some of it...
enjoy
XXX Tim