Fantasy Friday

by Annalise Wells

  “This is the first ti…”

  “Sssh.”

  I kiss the inside of her thigh. I hear soft groans coming from her mouth. I see the soft, wet folds of her pussy enticing me. I run my tongue up her inner thigh. My fingers rest on the side of her pussy. I spread her legs wider as Brooke tilts her head back. Her long, dark hair cascades over the soft white pillows.

  “Please God, forgi…” she starts saying, as my tongue brushes over the softness of her pussy.

  I push my tongue inside, touching the lips of her pussy. I feel her hips push forward as she arches her back in groaning allowance. I spread her lips; I see her clit waiting to be teased. I flick my tongue over her throbbing nub.

  Brooke grabs hold of my hair and wraps it tightly in her fist. “Alex, for fuck's sake,” Brooke mumbles.

  Her grip tightens in my hair. It feels as if she is pulling me away from her pussy, and then it feels as if she is pushing me closer.

  I stand from the edge of the bed. Brooke looks at my body. I see her eyeing my hardening cock. She swings her legs under her naked body and crawls toward the edge of the bed.

  She cups my balls and caresses me. Her hand moves forward, and she gently runs the tips of her painted nails under the length of my manhood. I feel my cock twitch and harden; a full erection is evident as Brooke wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft.

  I feel her grip tighten, my pulse throbs as my cock stays rock-solid, acting like steel. Brooke pushes her hand hard into my loins, the head of my shaft taut and ready. She looks up into my eyes. I notice slight apprehension of what she should do.

  “Suck it,” I order.

  Brooke nears her head to the end of my shaft. She opens her mouth. Her soft full lips wrap around the head of my cock. My head tilts back in ecstasy. I feel my cock twitch.

  Primal animal instinct takes hold of my body. I suck air through gritted teeth. I look down and grab hold of Brooke’s long, dark hair. I grab tightly as I push my hips forward. I feel my shaft filling her gasping mouth. She pushes away slightly. I force her head harder on my cock; her throat vibrates and sends shivers through the length of my rigid flesh.

  I push and pull against Brooke’s hair as my hips rock, her plump lips locked tightly around my shaft. “Fuck,” I say in a groan.

  Brooke tightens her lips around my shaft. I grip her hair tighter as I thrust my cock harder into her throat. Groans of pleasure rise inside of me and I feel it’s time for my body to take hers.

  The feelings of tender touches have gone. I feel like I want to torment and ravage Brooke’s body. She has driven me crazy, and I want her; I want my beast-like urges to take her as they wish.

  I pull Brooke’s mouth from my cock. I look into her eyes. She wipes her mouth and kneels waiting for instruction.

  “Get on all fours,” I snap.

  Brooke rolls over and gets on her hands and knees. I gently slap her inner thigh for her to widen her legs. She spreads; I look at her round ass. I kneel close to Brooke, I see her grabbing hold of the bed sheets. Her head is bowed, and her dark hair is spread across the bed. I run my hand under her body and flick my fingers against Brooke’s moist pussy.

  “Ohhh,” she squeals.

  I slap her pussy harder. I see Brooke’s body squirm with a wild response. I grab hold of my shaft. I move my hips closer. My cock rubs against the perfect folds of her pussy. I push my cock with my hand; slowly it slides in as she sucks in a breath, wanting it.

  “Alex,” Brooke says as she looks over her shoulder.

  “Quiet, this is my night.”

  “Forgive me father, but, oh God, I have sinned.”

  Brooke

  “The things that are hardest to resist are the things we know we shouldn’t be doing.”

  I would scratch my head and think about it, but my hands were gripping hold of the bed sheets on my bed. This was the sort of situation I had thought about so much, and the kind of situation I had avoided.

  Dips in the pool and munching on ice cubes would never have stopped this happening. It was strange, I had tried so hard to avoid it, but I wanted it at the same time.

  I had never felt a man be forceful with me. It was a new feeling. In the past, I had women who tried to be forceful, but I had not let it happen. I had stopped them short. It was a man I had imagined would push me to the limits of my body.

  So far, Alex was doing a pretty decent job, and I had felt things that I had never felt before. Not just in a long time… actually, not ever.

  My hands grip the sheets tight. I can see the color draining from my fingers. My pussy stretches as Alex pushes his manhood; his hot throbbing member going in, inch by inch, deeper inside my pussy. My wanting pussy.

  My pussy clenches as Alex’s hot flesh slides slowly inside me. The center of my paradise being slowly rampaged and soon to be pounded.

  Alex slowly increases his tempo, his hard shaft driving deeper into my most guarded place. His hands grip my hips as he pushes his body harder against my hips. I mumble muffled screams of pleasure into the pillow. My teeth are clamped hard; there is no way I can scream out loud. My teeth are locked solid.

  “Mother of God,” I mumble.

  Alex drives his shaft harder and faster into my pussy. I start to feel what every woman feels in this position. I gasp for breath as I feel Alex driving and wanting my body.

  “Yesss,” I find myself saying.

  Suddenly my head pulls back. I feel Alex grab hold of my long hair and he pulls my head backward. I gasp for breath as I groan. My body arches down, then my hips push back to his thrusting cock. I feel my hard nipples brushing against the sheets of the bed.

  Alex pulls harder, and my head tilts back more. I try to tilt my head to look, and suddenly a sharp pain floods through the cheek of my ass.

  “Do you like that?” I hear Alex ask.

  “Like what?” I murmur, breathlessly.

  I see Alex raise his hand and strike my ass. Fire floods through my soft velvety skin. I feel my ass burning, and the sensations begin melding with his primal thrusting. I can feel the enormity of his hardness deep inside me.

  I have no sense of good, bad, right, wrong, pleasure or pain. My body is awash with all the sensations and thoughts. From the pulling of my hair to the stinging swipes of Alex’s powerful hand, to the ramming of his hard shaft deeper inside my core. I have no idea, I just want it to continue.

  Alex lets go of my hair and strikes the other cheek of my ass. The soft skin burns as I slowly and provocatively grind my hips against his thrusting hips. Alex grabs my hips and digs his fingers hard into my skin. I wince in pleasure and pain and thrash my hips back toward him. I feel his cock filling the depths of my pussy. Feelings I have never felt from any man before.

  “Alex, slap my ass again,” I murmur.

  I lift one hand from the bed. I tug on my hardened nipple. I feel pain flooding through my breast as Alex strikes the reddened skin of my ass.

  I squeal loudly. My body fills with sensations that flow to every part of my body. My body is twisting and obeying with an instinct I hadn’t known it possessed. I feel my pussy clenching the rigid flesh that is driving deep inside me.

  I pinch my nipple harder. I push my hips back and grind them against Alex’s loins. “Alex, I think I am going to have an orgasm,” I whisper.

  “You mean you are going to cum?” he asks.

  “That’s it, I think I am going to cum.”

  “Just tell me when,” he says.

  “Alex.”

  “What?”

  “Just fuck me harder.”

  Alex digs his fingers hard into my hips. I pull at my nipple until pain finds its way between my fingers. My hips undulate and ripple under the driving force of Alex’s beast-like thrusting. The stinging pain in my ass cheeks lifts the sensations of pleasure. My legs shake, and I feel I am close to what I feel are going to be eruptions or dazzling undulations.

  Alex pushes himself harder. I can feel his strokes shorten. My body reaches the point
, and I am not turning back. My stomach explodes with sensations that feel like a thousand dizzying pieces.

  My eyes close and I grip tightly onto the bed sheets. “Alex. God. Jesus and Mary, I am there,” I scream.

  I feel my body explode with a soul-shattering intensity. Alex makes his final thrusts; three, short, sporadic, deep thrusts.

  Alex rolls from behind me and lays looking at the ceiling. My body rolls beside him, and I rest my head on my pillow.

  “I have never felt anything like that,” I whisper.

  “It was mind-blowing for me as well,” he replies, still grasping for breath.

  “I mean, I have never felt anything like that, ever,” I say.

  “Me neither, it was fantastic,” Alex says.

  Alex, don’t be dumb, I am trying to tell you something.

  Alex won’t understand what I am trying to tell him. I give up and run my fingers over his broad chest. I feel his chest rising and falling as he regains his breath.

  “What just happened?” I ask.

  “We finally did what we have been waiting for,” he replies.

  “How do you know I was waiting for that?”

  “Don’t tell me you haven’t felt the attraction between us?” Alex says.

  “I’ve certainly felt something now, something I have not experienced before,” I say, trying to be obvious.

  Alex turns his head and smiles. His eyes fix firmly on to mine. “I’m sure you are just saying that to make me feel good,” he says, chuckling.

  “I swear to God, he can strike me down if I am not telling the truth,” I say. “I have never felt that sort of feeling before.”

  Alex rolls over and brushes the hair from my face. He leans forward and kisses me on my full lips.

  “Now I know you are telling the truth,” he says.

  Alex swings his legs from the bed and walks to the bathroom. I hear the water in the shower. I hear him singing to himself as he washes the traces of our lovemaking from his body.

  I will soon have to do the same. The water will flood over my body and cleanse the traces from my body. All that will be there are the feelings inside; the one’s in the depths of my mind and body where water is unable to reach.

  I roll over and look at the side of my bed. A bible sits on top of the drawers. I am sure there are no parts that mention having your ass slapped in there.

  I put my hand on top of the bible. One part I can remember. The Corinthians, chapter six, I think, and I am unsure of the verse…

  “Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body.”

  Alex walks from the bathroom. His body is glistening from the drops of water that slowly run to his towel. I look up to him and smile. He dries himself and begins to dress. I pull the bed sheet over my naked body. I lay their satisfied and finally fulfilled.

  “The things that are hardest to resist are the things we know we shouldn’t be doing.”

  Alex

  “Watching me, watching you. Is that wrong?”

  I had not intended for it to happen, it just felt right. Brooke had warmed to me on the dancefloor of the small club and had stirred those intense sensations that just drive you to the point where you have to follow on.

  There was no way I could not kiss Brooke, and from there the magnetism had just pulled us together. I could sense she had tried to fight it, but maybe the champagne had weakened her defense a little.

  Once we started to have sex, her body had moved. Naturally, there was no apprehension, and she was fully immersed in our lovemaking and even warmed to me slapping her ass. I had thought of tying her wrists, but for a first time, that may have been a little too much.

  The other reason was, I just loved to feel her fingers wrapped tightly around my shaft as she brought me to an erection. I was even sure, I was harder than normal. I may have been wrong, but that was how it felt.

  Brooke had the nicest lips I had ever encountered, from that first kiss to the moment she tightened them around the head of my manhood, and they felt so full and so soft. I could kiss them all day, I was sure I could.

  I left Brooke to shower and get some rest, I would have stayed, but for now I needed to let her be. I didn’t want to push things too much.

  I get back to my room and lay on the bed. I think back to all the events of the evening, and slowly slip into a deep sleep with one of the biggest smiles I have ever had in my life.

  I finally wake to banging on the glass door, near the garden area. I swing my legs off the bed and walk to the window. I pull back the large curtains. I squint tightly as bright sunlight floods into the room. I see a silhouette of a person, but I am uncertain who it is. I pull open the door. The warm air fills the room.

  “What time do you call this,” Brooke says.

  “Why, what time is it?’ I ask.

  “Almost lunch time, it is just after eleven,” she replies.

  I stand to the side and usher Brooke inside the room. I pull the door, and the aircon slowly cools the warm air.

  “I was dead to the world. I heard nothing at all,” I say, still groggy. I rub my eyes to help awaken myself.

  Brooke laughs. “I know, I knocked twice before, it must have been that sexercise you had last night,” she explains.

  I finally focus on Brooke’s face, she is beaming as a woman does when they have great sex. She looks much hotter and happier than normal. When I say happier, I mean more relaxed, she had a tensed feeling about her, but now she just seems, well she seems relaxed.

  “How long have you been up,” I ask.

  “I was up early. Now I’m the money holder, so Mike was knocking the door down at nine, because he has to get some more materials,” Brooke explains.

  “I just want to say I had a great time last night.”

  “Me too, it was a revelation,” she replies.

  “What are you doing for the rest of the day?” I ask.

  “I came to see if you were okay, and now I can see that you are. I was wondering if you want lunch?”

  “Sure, I just need a shower first,” I say.

  I walk to the bathroom and turn on the faucet. I see in the long mirror by the door, that Brooke is on the edge of the bed. I start to undress and catch her in the corner of my eye. She is slyly glancing in my direction. I pretend I haven’t noticed and exaggerate my stretching as I undress.

  I flex my shoulders and my biceps. I look quickly as I turn. I see Brooke watching and licking her lips as I bend and pull my shorts to the floor.

  I step in the shower. The water falls over my face and hides my squinting eyes. I tilt my head back slightly and watch Brooke’s reflection in the mirror. I see she has moved closer to the open door of the bathroom, I see her rubbing her hand over her bikini top.

  I lather my hands with the soap, I rub my muscled body. My hands run over my barreled chest, and over the hard slab of my stomach. Brooke watches through the gap in the door, both hands caress her breasts.

  I start to wash my muscled thighs; my hand rises, and I rub soap into my sack and my manhood. Brooke steps closer. I see her lift her skirt and slide one hand underneath.

  She places one hand on the wall, and her wraparound dress lifts. Fuck, I can see her bare leg. Her eyes close as she licks her lips. She looks back with seductive eyes as I peer at her through the wet glass.

  I hear faint groans from the living room. I guess Brooke is making the most of watching me soap my muscled body and my cock. I let the water wash the suds from my body and turn. I stand to watch, eyeing Brooke’s direction.

  She quickly removes her hand from up her skirt and walks toward the kitchen area. I step from the shower and wrap myself in a towel. Brooke walks back to the living area with a glass of iced water.

  “What have you been doing while I was in the shower?” I ask.

  Brooke slips an ice cube into her mouth and shakes her head. “Nothing, I was just here,” she says.

  “
You should have turned the TV on or something,” I say.

  “Nah, I was fine here.”

  “I thought I saw you by the bathroom door?”

  “Yeah, I thought a mosquito or something had bitten me on my leg,” Brooke says with a face that looks flushed and pink.

  “Let me have a look,” I say.

  “It’s nothing. I was just imagining it, there is nothing there.”

  “Ah, Okay,” I say.

  I lay my clothes on the bed next to Brooke. I take hold of my towel and look over my shoulder.

  “No peeking now, I am going to put my shorts on,” I say, grinning.

  I drop my towel onto the bed. I stand with my back to Brooke. I turn my hips as I step into my underwear.

  “You’re not peeking at my ass, are you?”

  Brooke looks up from my ass cheeks. “Me looking at your sexy naked body, not me, no way,” she says.

  I pull my shorts up to my waist and turn back to face Brooke. She quickly shoves an ice cube into her mouth and glances at the bulge in my shorts. She crunches the ice cube and looks up at me smiling. Little dribbles of ice water run from her creased lips.

  I point to the side of Brooke’s mouth and hand her my towel from the bed.

  “You are dribbling,” I say.

  I hear the ice cube banking against Brooke’s teeth. “Sowwy,” she says.

  “What is sowwy?” I ask.

  Brooke starts chuckling as she finally finishes the ice cube. “Sorry,” she says. “It was supposed to be sorry.”

  “Ah, I thought you were having a bit of a turn, dribbling and speaking all funny,” I say.

  Brooke wipes her mouth as I pull on my shorts and grab hold of my shirt. I slip my arms through the sleeves and button the buttons and leave two open at the top.

  “Fasten one more, you look like a guy from the seventies, all you need now is a hairy chest?” Brooke says giggling.

  “You mean it doesn’t look cool?” I ask.