by Ella Hilton
She swung one leg over his lap, so she was straddling him, and leaned in to kiss him. No softness and sweetness here. Her lips closed over his, and her tongue invaded his mouth. To his credit, after the initial surprise, he responded with as much energy. His arms wrapped around her and his hands tangled in her hair. He pulled her head back and bit her throat. He started to move his mouth down to her breasts when she pulled away.
Nope, this is my game, she said with an evil grin. And slowly slid off his lap to the floor. As she slid down, she took hold of his waistband and tugged. His hips lifted and the sweats and his underwear slid down with her. She grinned again and he tensed when she leaned towards him. Her warm lips suckled his nipple, and as she pulled away, she nipped him with her teeth. She was a fair girl, and his other nipple got a similar treatment. Instead of moving away however, he saw her pink tongue as she traced his stomach down to his belly button. She kept moving, but he raised his hips to meet her and she pulled away, laughing.
He then felt her tongue on the inside of his thigh, she licked and nibbled and slowly moved her way back up. This time, the boy was bright enough not to move. And when she reached his balls she didn't stop, but slowly took each one in her mouth and pulled gently. She released them and licked slowly up his shaft - when she reached the head she covered it with her mouth and swirled her tongue around. When she released his cock she heard him whimper and looked up at his face. Breathe, she grinned.
He gave a half-hearted chuckle, and asked You're not going to stop are you? No, she said, not quite yet. And leaned her head back down. She could feel his body tense, waiting for her touch. So she didn't. She just let her hot breath tease him for a while. When he groaned softly she took his head into her mouth again, and the groan ended with a sharp intake of breath. She moved slowly down his cock, relaxing her throat until she had all of him in her mouth. As she moved her mouth up and down, one hand reached up to fill the space left by her mouth. Soon, she had both hand and mouth in unison and his hands had reached down to tangle in her hair. This only made her move faster, until his hips were pumping in unison with her. He tried to say something, and pulled her head back, but she refused to move and just increased her pace. Once he realized she wasn't letting go, he wrapped his hands tighter and held on.
Just as he felt himself about to come, she slowed. Painfully slow, she took time at the top of his cock to run her tongue around the head, and at the bottom to give an extra tug. He growled and she laughed to herself. But she didn't want to torture him too much, and sped up her pace, until she felt him tense, and she moaned as his cum filled her mouth. She swallowed and felt him jerk again in response. Only when she was certain he was done did she release him and crawled back up on the couch.
Thank you dear, I needed that, she laughed. He could only grin back and wonder what he'd done to get so lucky.
The End.
Sheena's Award
Sheena could see them all, moving slowly toward her, all three dressed in tuxedos for awards season. They moved as a unit, Sly moving to her left, John to her right, Patrick staying in the middle. Their hands touched her shoulders and face, her dress slipping from her shoulders, falling around her waist to the bench where she sat waiting for them. Her long arms moved to touch these men, her hands going to Sly and John's thighs, stroking near their groins.
Their hands roamed over her body, the very touches causing goose bumps. Muscular Sylvester Stallone sat to her left, handsome John Travolta to her right. Striking and athletic Patrick Swayze stood in front of her, his crotch mere inches from her face. Sly moved his hand to her left breast, squeezing it and tugging on the piercing there, leaning his head in to suck on her neck. John ducked his head and took her other nipple into her mouth and tugged on it, Sheena biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Patrick took her hand and placed it on his groin, letting her feel his erection, her hand moving up and down of it's own accord.
Her tanned body tried to move in three directions at once, every sensation amplified by the presence of the three men around her, her mind warring with her body. Her mind screamed for control, while her body desired the loss of that control. Her eyes closed and she felt hands on her legs, pushing her dress upwards, but she had no idea whose hand was who's anymore. She leaned back against the wall and let them have their way with her body, her entire body arching as fingers probed her wetness, pushing into it and rubbing against her clit. Without warning, her mouth opened wide and she screamed as the fingered and rubbed her, pinching her nipples and biting her neck.
She shook, her orgasm tingling from her head to her feet, her toes curling up until they ached. Her breath caught and she erupted in another cry, her eyes flying open and watching the hands and mouths moving all over her body. Finally, her mind begged for the control it needed. She pushed the men away from her body and stood up, pulling off her dress and tossing it on the floor. She had John and Sly stand and told them to get undressed, that she had something special in mind.
While they stripped, Sheena sat back down on the bench, still breathing heavily and running her index finger up and down her coated pussy lips. The men had trouble watching her and getting undressed at the same time. Eventually, they were, though, and she marveled at them, each one of them in good shape, especially Sly. He still had all of the muscles Rocky and Rambo had given him, despite the fact that he was pushing sixty. Patrick was still as athletic as he was in 'Dirty Dancing' and looked just as hot as he was in 'Ghost,' but with a touch of the dangerous he had in 'Road House.' Travolta exuded every ounce of cool he had shown in movies like 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Face Off.' She looked from one to the other, licking her lips and removing her finger from her pussy, lying down on the bench.
She looked up at them and pulled Stallone up by her face, pointing Swayze to her pussy and getting Travolta near her chest. The three men pulled the bench away from the wall and Sheena let her legs fall open to either side of it, scooting so that her head was leaning back over the edge of the bench. Swayze slide between her legs and started to push slowly into her tight pussy, as Sly was rubbing his cockhead across her lips. She leaned up and spit on her chest, Travolta grinning and stepping over her to slip his cock between her lucious tanned breasts. All three men started pumping at the same time. Sheena moaned loudly as three cocks used her body for the purpose, her two holes and her tits as the disposal of the three studs using her.
Sheena felt her long, suckable neck bulge as Sly fucked her mouth, pumping deep into her throat, placing both hands on the bench on either side of her head. She moaned onto his cock, causing vibrations up his length. Patrick slid his cock into Sheena's pussy, quickly burying himself in her, his balls slapping against her ass. She moaned again, Sly shoving deep into her throat, Sheena wrapping her long, muscular legs around Swayze's waist while wrapping her long arms around Sly's legs and grabbing his rock-solid ass, pulling him deeper into her wet, warm mouth.
Travolta pushed her large breasts together and soon, all three men had established a rhythm, all pumping in at the same time and pulling out simultaneously. Sheena arched her back with each thrust, taking both men in her holes deeper, feeling the third cock bump her throat over and over again, pushing against the skin as Sly pushed back.
Sheena lost track of time, which cock was where, how many times they changed positions. She never moved, though, taking each dick in turn in whichever hole they wanted. Her body reacted to them as though they had been lovers for years, not a massive one night stand with three of her favorite male actors.
Sheena's back arched and she tried to cry out, but John's meat was buried in her throat, not allowing her to vent her orgasm vocally. Sly kept fucking her hard and fast, his muscular arms holding her legs up in the air, his cockhead pushing against her g-spot with each thrust. This happened again and again, each man making her release harder than the last, her whole body shaking as she took each man's cock over and over.
Finally, she relented, begging them to stop, saying she coul
d take no more; her pussy throbbing from the constant fucking that had gone for what seemed like hours. Sly picked her up easily and set her on the floor against the wall. Sheena's head hung down, her breath coming in large, ragged gasps, her body shuddering again with the aftershocks. When she looked up, all three men were standing in front of her, the three large cocks that had recently been pounding her into submission being stroked furiously over her body. She looked up at them, licked her lips and opened her mouth, closing her eyes to protect them.
She heard John grunt first and felt his warm cum hit her cheek, followed by more blasts to her chin, her breasts and arm. She felt a wet cockhead brush against her lips and she sucked on it, teasing the last of the cum out of it. With a smile, she spit the last blobs of cum down onto her breasts, starting to rub it in. Sly was next. She could hear him move in front of her and then felt his blast hit her other cheek by her jaw. The rest of his load landed on her big tits joining John's cum there, Sheena rubbing both loads there. Again, she sucked the last of a cumshot out of the cock it came from, spitting it onto her breasts.
Lastly, Patrick moved up to her face and stroked quickly, aiming his pole at her mouth. Sheena watched him stroke it and then looked into his eyes. He barely nodded and she felt the first eruption land on her tongue. The gusher that followed coated her entire tongue and hit her chin, all of it falling down to her breasts, adding to the mess on her chest. Finally, she felt her body collapse against the wall, her eyelids twitching. She managed to look up at the three men with a smile and saw that they still had massive erections. They started to move toward her again, Sheena closing her eyes and whimpering.
***
Sheena's eyes flew open and she was in her own bed, her naked body twisted in the sheets. Her nipples were rock hard and there was a large wet spot on the bed. Her fingers smelled of sex. She sat up and looked around, looking for her lovers, but they weren't there. Her chest heaved and her body reacted to the fucking she had received in her dream. She touched her clit, wincing at its sensitivity.
She smiled to herself and lay back down, wondering when the next awards show was on TV.
A Time for Us
The need to get away built inside her, stronger and stronger. She knew the only way to settle it was to go along and allow it to happen. She would not be able to rest otherwise. Grabbing her keys and her bag, she rushed out of the house, climbed into her car, and started driving. She had no idea where she was going. It just felt good to be on her way. As she drove, she allowed thoughts of him to drift into her head. She imagined herself with him, with no worries of time or others. Being free to just enjoy one another would be a delight. Until then, it had never been that way. There was never enough time to just be together.
She continued to drive with no real purpose or destination in mind. Yet it seemed as though she was being guided along. It was strange that she knew the twists and turns of the road ahead of her even though she could not remember ever having been on the road before. None of the scenery she viewed through the windows was familiar. Even stranger still was the fact that she found herself driving along a road surrounded by thick trees on either side. How had she come to be in a forest so suddenly? As the trees crowded in closer and the road came to an end, she stopped the car and climbed out.
She had no idea where she was, yet she wasn't afraid. Somewhere in her thoughts she had a sense of being drawn ahead. Not totally understanding, but feeling a need to go on, she followed the path leading into the woods. The anticipation seemed to build within her. She was growing impatient to reach her destination, as though she knew what, or who, was waiting for her there. As she hurried along she almost felt herself gliding along the path, her feet not even touching the ground, as she was pulled into the middle of the forest.
Suddenly the path opened up into a clearing. Ahead of her was a cottage surrounded by a garden of flowers and shrubs. Just to the right, further along the path was a sparkling blue pond. She was both startled by the sight and welcomed, for it also felt as though she belonged here and was relieved to be back once more. Thus the feeling of delight was not totally out of place when she saw him step out of the door of the cottage and smile at her.
"I've been waiting for you to return," he told her as he wrapped his arms around her. "I hoped it would not be too much longer."
"I wanted to be here sooner, but it seemed things kept getting in the way." She heard the words and knew they were coming from her mouth, yet she didn't understand what she meant by them. How could she be returning to this place when she had no memory of ever having been here before? And how was it that he was waiting for her return? Not that she wasn't delighted to see him. Hadn't she just been lamenting the fact that there was never enough time with him? Never a chance to really enjoy each other? What was going on?
"Things will always find a way to come between us if you let them. You just have to be strong and determined that you won't let it happen," he smiled and leaned down to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her, drawing her body close to his so he could feel her heart start to beat faster from his touch. He wanted more, but would settle for this much for now.
Her arms wrapped around him tightly in response. It felt so good to be in his arms again. If this was a gift of time to be with him, she was going to accept it with every part of her. She brought her hands up to frame his face and pulled him close again. When her lips touched his once more, the kiss was soft and tender. But the softness soon was replaced by the great desires that built within both of them and the kiss deepened into one that was rough and raw with need. The time for softness and tenderness would have to wait. For now, the deep desires had to be satisfied and that would only happen with a quick and strong release of emotions.
He lifted her into his arms without breaking away from her mouth and carried her to the swing under the tree. He settled her into his lap and continued to feast on her mouth. His need for her was so strong that he wasn't sure he could keep from hurting her in his rush to satisfy it. "I'm sorry if I'm being too rough, but I cannot wait any longer."
She heard his words through the rush of desires surging through her own body. She could only shake her head in an attempt to let him know he needn't worry. Her hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt as he did the same to her dress. In moments they were both naked and she was repositioning herself so that she straddled his lap. His eyes gleamed as she slid herself down onto his hard cock. Their eyes locked and held as he buried deep inside her. Neither of them moved at first as the intense feelings of desire rushed through them both. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he used his hands under her hips as she started to move up and down on his cock. Slowly at first so that she felt every part of him as he slid in and out of her. She found herself moving faster with each stroke. Their need for each other was strong and it carried them both to the edge quickly. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was going to cum just as she was about to herself. The screams of release echoed through the woods.
They stayed as they were for sometime, totally spent from the intensity of their orgasms. As strength began to find its way back into their bodies, they once again kissed. Soft and tender, welcoming and filled with a happiness of being together once more. She looked up into his eyes and sensed an intense feeling of being home. She pushed away the questions of how this was happening. It felt too good to allow anything to spoil what she had found.
"And what have you been up to since I was here last?" she asked him. She wasn't even sure how long that had been, but she felt it had been awhile.
"I've attempted to keep myself busy. At first there was plenty to do. You'll have noticed the garden when you arrived. I wanted it to look perfect for you when you returned. It took some thought to bring it to just the right combination of colors and scents, but I believe I accomplished my goal. We'll have to take a walk through it later." He kissed her cheek before continuing. "Then of course there was my writing. I've actually finished the first draft. Now it will
just require some constructive criticism from you to help me refine it before the final draft. But that can wait for now. For now I simply want to hold you and look into your eyes. I have missed you so much."
It felt so good to feel his arms surrounding her. Still not fully understanding, but wanting to hold onto this for as long as possible, she settled herself closer to him. "It's truly beautiful here, my love. Your thoughts about the garden were perfect. It's just as I'd envisioned it. (Now where had that come from?) I just hope we're able to enjoy it for an extended while this time. I really want to stay with you. I'll do as you suggested and just be more determined to make it happen."
Once again she felt that uncertainty fill her being. None of this made a lot of sense to her. She was here in this place, with him. And it seemed that she'd been here before and should understand that it was a place different from what she could remember. It was beginning to be hard to remember exactly what that other place was. Perhaps the longer she stayed here, the more distant the other became. Since this was such an idyllic place, it didn't bother her in the least to let the other fade away. After all, she was here with him and that made everything just about perfect.
"Would you like to take a walk through the gardens?" he asked. "Perhaps we could work our way down to the water. A swim would be nice before dinner."