by Sophie Pert
My hands came up to grasp at the base of his shaft, holding him and slowly running my fingertips up and down the length of him while my mouth continued to suck at the very tip.
I let my head move forward, moving in to take more and more of him into me. I felt him fill me up felt the insistent pressure of his hard cock pushing into me.
I was so full, so very full that I could barely move my tongue and could feel the hints of exhaustion in my jaw. But I wasn’t ready to stop just yet.
I wanted to please him, wanted to make him moan for me and wanted to feel him filling up my mouth and so much more.
So I took as much of him into me as I could, filled myself with him until I felt him pressing at the back of my throat before backing off and letting him fall out of my mouth with a pop and a gasp.
I gasped for air and let my hands slide up and down his slick shaft, stroking it and squeezing it as I spread the wetness from my mouth up and down it. My mouth returned, sliding up and down the shaft of his cock behind my fingers and hands. I focused and bore down on it, concentrating on taking him into me, concentrating on pleasing him.
It was working.
I could hear it in the noises he was making, short and guttural grunts that were accompanied with slight and restrained movements of his hips. HIs hips moved with the barest indication of what he wanted to do to me, what his body ached for. I knew what he wanted.
He wanted to grab me still, grab me and hold me while his hips pistoned forwards and backwards with speed and force. He wanted to hold me stationary while he fucked my mouth with force and vigour, while he pounded his cock between my lips again and again and again.
I wanted him to, I wanted him to take control and to take me. I wanted to flail and start while I waited for him to finish, to finish inside of me with one last thrust and explode inside of my mouth, filling me up with him.
But he wouldn’t, because right now I was in charge and having far too much fun teasing him.
I let my head edge off of him, my mouth closing just around the head of his cock and my tongue making light circles aroudn it. While I did my hands adjusted and ceased their pressure, instead they made achingly light strokes up and down his shaft, my fingers and palms barely even touching the skin, just letting him know that I was there and making him crave more from me without giving in and satisfying him. My eyes drifted upwards and I batted my eyelashes at him, watching him look down at me from behind a haze of arousal while I stared back at him with big an innocent eyes. While I watched his need and desperation grow with only a raised eyebrow and a challenge for him to take control.
A challenge he met.
He grabbed me roughly, his one hand grabbing my hair and pulling my mouth off of his cock and pulling me to my feet. His other hand came up to hold me, wrapping lightly but firmly around my neck as he tilted my head up to meet his. His lips met mine as he forced his tongue into my mouth. We kissed long and hard while he held me against him, the tips of my breasts brushing against his hard chest and my sex crying out achingly for him to fill it.
Our kiss broke and he spun me around. I felt his hard cock pressing between the cheeks of my ass and then pulling away as he concentrated on bending me over the edge of the bed. He bent me at my waist and my hands had to come up to keep myself from falling over too much, my hands splayed across the top of the bed.
My back was arched and from this position I was almost presenting myself to him, my ass and the wet lips of my pussy on full display for him and ready to be filled up. He took his time though, stepping up to me and teasing his cock at the edges of my lips. I mewled and threw a glance over my shoulder, my eyes alight and practically begging for him to fill me up.
His hands grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, giving him a full view of me entirely, a view he took advantage of by letting the head of his cock slide all the way down it. As it passed my most vulnerable spots I gasped audibly at the sensation, picturing his hard and thick cock sliding into me. As it ran over the nub of my clit I let my eyes roll into the back of my head with a moan.
The crack of his hand smacking my ass brought me back down to earth.
I wiggled my hips for him, enticing him and drawing him in. He rewarded me by pressing the head of his cock against the lips of my sex which were quivering in anticipation of him.
His hands gripped my waist, stopping my movement. Holding me still.
A single thrust forward, short and abrupt, pressing himself inside of me. He found no resistance, my sex dripping with need for him, A second thrust, burying himself in me to his hilt.
His hips slammed against my ass, grinding into me and making me gasp with pleasure. I felt so filled up with him, so absolutely taken by him that all I could do was close my eyes and let my head fall to the bed.
He moved quickly and surely, his thrusts even and hard and long. With each thrust back and forth I felt my breasts jiggling, felt my hips rising to meet him, and felt the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him and taken by him.
I needed him to take me and he did.
He thrust into me again and again, splitting me asunder and filling me up with his thick hard cock. I had never felt so full before. Never felt anything like the sensation of him inside of me. I was stuffed to the absolute limit and beyond.
All I could do was concentrate on the sensations building inside of me. The feel of his hard cock spearing my sex, the feel of the bumps of his veins sliding in and out of me, the feel of his fingers gripping me, the feel of his twitching head growing and shrinking inside of me with the beat of his heart.
Each thrust forward was a new and nearly overwhelming sensation. Each one unique and somehow similar to the one before it, as if it built on the progress that had been made, as if it traced over the line the paintbrush of his arousal had made on the canvas of my body and then went on, covering new ground and making all of this so much more.
So much more than I could take.
I writhed and moaned beneath him, completely unable to do anything but slump against the bed and feel the overwhelming sensations building inside of me. I was overcome by need and satisfaction and pleasure all rolled up into one glorious package that was thrusting into me again and again. I didn’t know how much more I could take, how much more by body could accept before it collapsed and lost all control. Before I fell into a twitching and quivering mess before him and moaned my lewd and satisfied need out to this entire world around us.
I was his, that much was clear. I had no control over any of this. I had given myself to him and placed my needs in the palms of his oh so capable hands. I had given over control to him and let him take me.
He decided what happened next.
Him alone.
His hands, slapping my ass. His cock, spearing me again and again. His hips, a blind and furious force. His lips, kissing against my neck as he pulled me up.
Up off the bed and away from it, his hips still moving inside of me as somehow, unbelievably, he moved me across the room to slam me against a wall.
I was pressed between the hard white surface of the wall and his hard and muscular body. My breasts were smashed against the wall, my nipples so hard they threatened to burst through.
And still he speared my sex, as his hands lifted my arms over my head and pinned them against the wall, as I lost myself fully and completely to him he continued his insistent and forceful thrusting.
In this new position he had all the access to my body he could want. WIth one hand he kept my arms pinned against the wall while the other ran up and down my torso. He would pull me slightly away from the wall when he wanted, when he needed access. He would arch my back and fondle my breasts, pinch my nipples, slide his hands between my legs to finger and rub my aching clit.
His hands were electric on me, my body responding to it, raising hairs in the wake of his ministrations as each place he touched cried out to be touched again. To be caressed.
But he never returned, instead moving on to the next piece o
f flesh that could draw his fixed attention.
Meanwhile his lips kissed up and down my neck, sucking hard at the skin there and playing with my body. He kept his kisses on a razor's edge between pleasure and pain, so that my whole body was so overwhelmed trying to determine whether his kiss was a bite or a lick or something in between.
And all the while the confusion was just compounded by the thrusting between my legs. With each push of his hard cock he increased the confusion and pleasure in my body.
My whole being was on fire, alight with the pleasure of him inside of me. Craving the release that was at this point inevitable. The release his glorious cock would give to me.
I could feel it play at the edges of my body. The slight increase in sensation that came as I reached the inevitable summation of this moment.
I could feel it in the pressure building inside of me. Could feel it in the sensitivity of my body, the way each movement of him seemed somehow so much more intense. Each kiss so much stronger, each brush of his fingers so much more. I could feel it all and if I closed my eyes I could almost see it dash across my vision. A riot of color moving in time to the beat of his hips.
I shuddered in his arms as he took me again and again.
I moaned out loud and lewdly to the world as his teeth nibbled lightly on my earlobe.
I cried out for more as his hand grasped and fondled my breast.
I needed it, I needed that glorious relief.
I had lost myself fully to him, becoming his woman as he became my man. Gone was the cocky and self-satisfied manly man who had walked into this building. He had been replaced by this wanton woman who craved satisfaction, and in the heat of this moment she could honestly say she had never been happier. Had never been more satisfied. Had never felt this good.
My man moved me again, pulling me off of the wall and walking us both back over to the bed.
We collapsed onto it as one, I fell on my back with him below me and his cock still filling me up.
Both of his hands slid up and down my body, feeling my whole being with his greedy and flexible digits. His fingers settled on my hips, holding me there as I pushed up off of him until I was teetering atop the summit of his cock.
I began to move up and down as his hands gripped my hips and rocked me back and forth. Our bodies worked together, the ultimate pleasure being built between the two of us. We worked together and for the first time I could sense it in him.
Could sense how close he was.
The muscles of his forearms twitched as he held me. His legs tensed with controlled need. I increased my pace, hoping to give both him and me satisfaction.
I could tell it was working.
As I bounced up and down atop his phenomenal member I could see the tension in his thighs. Could sense him coming close, could feel the power in his body as his whole being alternated between rigid and relaxed.
The thought of it was arousing in a way I had never felt before. I was a glorious sexual being, to be able to give this strong man such a feeling, to make him crave my body.
It made me feel good.
It made me feel wanted, desired, needed.
I let my head drop back, my whole body riding a wave of arousal as I felt him tensing inside of me.
I felt his thickness filling me up, felt it suffuse my body so that my whole being vibrated with desire. I could feel everything, every bit of my body as it relaxed and receded like the tide before a tidal wave.
The pressure built slowing inside of me, building up gradually in every fiber of my muscles as my whole body tensed at once. Before I knew what was happening my whole body was tight and hard, clenching as the wave of my climax washed over me.
All of my attention was focused between my legs, focused as I lost control of my movements and bore down on him. I tensed around his hard cock as the wave built over my head.
And crashed down on me.
I was drowned in it as I gasped for air between peals of guttural screams that ripped forth from me. An orgasm so powerful it was unlike any I had ever experienced before. Unlike any I could ever have guessed.
I gripped his thighs with and iron grip as I felt it wash over me again and again.
And then something new. Something tensing and hard and thick between my legs.
I was confused for only a moment.
Then he groaned and I had my answer.
I could feel him twitching inside of me, his hard cock pulsing as he spurted again and again. I could feel the heat of him filling me up, his seed making me shudder as I rode out the last of my wave.
I melted as he finished, my body sliding back onto him as I felt him fill me up with his hot seed. Mewling with satisfaction I let my back rub against his chest as his hands moved from my hips up my stomach to my breasts to fondle them while he kissed the side of my neck.
I squeezed my legs, squeezing his softening cock as I fixated on the sensation of his hot stickiness inside of me. I felt his cock slide out of me and sighed a bit with the cool air kisisng the lips of my sex.
Spinning around on his body I found his lips with mine and pressed myself to him. I felt my breasts pushing against his hard chest and felt his hands sliding down to cup and squeeze my ass.
Our lips spread as our tongues played against each other and I relaxed into him, melting into his strong arms while I concentrated on the satisfaction emanating throughout my body. I had never felt so phenomenal before. So filled up and satisfied.
My attention was drawn to the sensation between my legs, to the feeling of his hot seed inside of me, to its warmth as it seeped into my body.
I smiled as our kiss broke, as I looked him in the eye and saw a flash of her behind them. For at least this moment she was me and I was her.
All thought of who we were before we walked into this place had faded into the background, not forgotten but pushed away in favor of living in this moment. Here in this place.
This was going to be a very interesting month.
Swapped with the Stuck Up Girl: Ruining her Reputation
For pretty much as far back as I could remember I had been friends with Ali. Best friends.
I’d had a crush on her that whole time too.
But our relationship just wasn’t like that and I knew it never would be. It didn’t mean I didn’t want more, after all the heart wants what the heart wants.
I was in love, though, and so I’d rationalized that if I could spend time with her that would be enough. That I would be satisfied being close to her, being her friend. That she was special enough that just being around her was worth it, worth all of the heartache.
So I swallowed my feelings and tried to ignore them. I spent time with her and tried to enjoy it without hope of something more.
And though in my heart of hearts I wanted to be with her, I was mostly content just being around her.
Time went on and our lives continued to intertwine. When college came up we both wound up going to the same place out of state and we both wound up continuing our friendship.
At least at first.
You see once Ali and I hit college she developed quite the reputation. Not as a slut, no she developed a reputation as something quite different.
I tried to keep up our friendship but the truth is that college changed her. Gone was the sweet girl I had known and loved for so long and in her place there was this new person.
She was little miss perfect now, a goody two-shoes who was too good to associate with someone like me.
Heartache compounded onto heartache as she started to avoid me. That’s fine though, even though she had changed I still wanted the best for her and so I took the signs and the hints and stopped hanging out with her.
I was a good guy and just cut off ties. I wasn’t rude and I wasn’t mean. I started to focus on other people.
And that is when a whole world opened up. It seems that when I looked away from this one girl, when I took the blinders off and saw a whole campus filled with women then all of a sudden
Ali didn’t seem quite so enticing.
Sure she was still brilliantly gorgeous, tall and willowy with long slim legs and a figure like a model. Sure she turned heads everywhere she went. Sure staring directly at her was a bit like looking straight at the sun.
But there were other girls and other people. I could have friends that didn’t make me ache for them.
I expanded my social circle. I was shy but I was nice and found myself friends with guys and girls. Found that girls were interested in me, found me interesting and engaging and wanted to be around me. That they didn’t have a half-disinterested air to them.
It was a small campus, a small but dedicated college where everyone knew everyone and so opening yourself up to making friends with others went a long way. Make one connection and you’ll make a dozen more in an hour.
For the first time I could remember I had an effusive happiness in my life that wasn’t fixated around a person. I felt balanced and centered and whole.
I finished off the first year at college happy and content. The summer was easy and relaxing and I didn’t see Ali at all, I walked into my second year surrounded by friends and really happy and positive about what I was going to face.
And that didn’t sit well with Ali.
Turns out Little Miss Perfect liked her little puppy after all. Turns out she enjoyed stringing him along, enjoyed the attention he gave her.
And so the rumors started.
This is where the little campus works against you. Where you can tell a secret to one person and within an hour they’ve told it to a dozen more.
I have this theory that most everyone reinvents themselves when they go away to college. That no matter who you are or who you were you take this opportunity to stretch your boundaries and change yourself. To experiment.
Ali decided to experiment with becoming a bitch.
I tried to experiment with being cool.
I wasn’t cool, I’d never been cool, but you know they say fake it till you make it and that was what I went for. Thing was that there was a whole wealth of evidence to contradict the new cool persona I had affected. A whole bunch of stories from my earlier life that would ruin my reputation.