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Running in the rain, that's a wrap
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Running in the rain, that's a wrap Sheets of warm rain lashed the roof above, it was so heavy at times, it sounded like squirrels scurrying across the shingles. The steamy humidity outside was in stark contrast to the cool AC inside. My body reacted instantly. Still dripping from the rain, I was instantly chilly, and my naked body responded accordingly, goose bumps prickled up across my skin, my nipples tightening into tiny spears. I began to shiver despite the heat of arousal burning within me. My neighbor’s cock bobbed and weaved in front of my eyes, like a serpent dancing to its handler’s flute, his hands cupping my head, assertively guiding my face toward his swollen peg. I opened my mouth to receive him but shivered involuntary again as my body adjusted to the AC. He paused, seemingly concerned that my involuntary reaction was some sort of hesitancy after seeing the size of his erect penis. Looking down on me, kneeling before him submissively and obediently, with my open mouth waiting for his permission to pleasure him, he lifted my face so he could look me in the eyes, to affirm my assent. I smiled hungrily, stroking his long hard shaft with one hand from its hairy root to its purple helmet, back and forth, encircling his girth between my thumb and index finger, while caressing his twisting balls, like a juggler, with my other hand. Beg for it. Defying his command, I opted to show him instead. Rising to sit on my heels, now squatting, I spread my knees widely; my slickened pussy lips popping apart, like a kiss, breaking its seal. Then I began rhythmically thrusting my hips upward, further exposing my opening to him, and alternatingly arching my back, pushing my boobs outward him, exclaiming my intentions for him to use me any way he desired. The tip of his cock betrayed his stern look, and began leaking his pre-cum lube in heavy droplets, oozing forth with every stroke. Evidently, he liked what he saw. Tormenting him deliciously, I leaned in and gently sucked in just the tip his throbbing helmet between my lips, licking the dewy droplets from his hole, tickling the underside of his cock head. Beg for it. I was literally dripping wet, but I don’t beg. Quickly opening my mouth and lunging forward, I swallowed his bulbous head in a gulp. Shockingly, he pulled back, popping out of my mouth, and lifting me to my feet, using my armpits as handholds, in one continuous motion, like a bizarre Karate movie moment. Surprised and off-balance he shoved me toward the bed, and I stumbled backwards landing softly, bouncing to a semi-seated position, resting on my elbows, legs spreads, my pussy lips glazed with my own juices, I beckoned him to take me now, curling my index fingers, directing him toward my opening, sluicing my juices in anticipation. He ignored me. Instead choosing to reach under the bed. At each corner, he revealed a thick nylon strap, topped with a Velcro cuff. Collegeboy got some game I thought but didn’t say. I just let him do his thing. He wasted no time methodically and meticulously cuffing my arms and legs, cinching me down tightly, spreading me open widely and securely, restraining me completely. I was gushing now. Writhing playfully in my restraints. Begging him with body language but denying him my words. He stood over me, his cock drooling profusely now, and looked discerningly in my eyes, again affirming my assent. My eyes twinkled as I grinned up at him. Take me. And be thorough. I wanted, and needed, a good fucking by this young stud. Out of nowhere, like a magician, he produced a hood with only a mouth hole. Abruptly, I was plunged into darkness. Instinctively, instantly, fear stoked in my mind. I began to tremble. Sweat burst forth on my brow soaking my hood. I felt claustrophobic and began hyperventilating. It was eerily quiet. My panic passed. I calmed myself. I realized that I live next door and my hubby was on his way home and he knew where I was. I would be just fine. I hope. I was sensitized to movement and any sounds. I felt heavy knees crawling up front the foot of the bed and over my shoulders, pinning me in place, framing my head between them. So now Collegeboy wanted his blow-job. I opened my mouth, providing a fleshy pink target, in contrast to the surrounding black hood. My tongue flickered out, stabbing at the air, in search of cock to lick. Finally, my reward was laid on my tongue, smearing its slipperiness across my lips, gently sparring with my tongue, jabbing at my open mouth teasingly, as my hooded head rolled side to side, trying to anticipate movement and catch this unseen cock. The preliminaries ended with no fanfare. Strong hands clasped my head, centering the opening in my hood and my mouth straight up. And straight down it came. In one thrust, its tip parted my lips, pushed my jaw open widely, and proceeded to use my tongue as a greased skid, sliding down my throat until it came to abrupt stop, balls-deep, hanging over my chin, as his pubic hair tickled my upper lip. Once firmly implanted, he dropped his hips, pressing his full weight, and my head underneath it, into the mattress. I couldn’t breathe. Really. But he just rested there, adjusting himself, occasionally and randomly, without withdrawing, thrusting a little deeper into my throat. Frantically, I thrashed against my restraints, tugging violently, twisting like a hooked gator. He warned me not to bite, or else. Then as suddenly as he penetrated me, he withdrew, roping out of my throat, like a cut anchor line, life-sustaining air rushed in, filling my burning lungs. I gasped and coughed and sputtered and gulped for air. Good girl. He positioned himself above me again, locking my head in place. I pleaded with him. I begged him. That a girl. But a little too late. I pursed my lips, squeezing them together in a futile attempt to deny his next entry. Deprived of sensory perception, blind and deafened by my hood, I focused entirely on the pressure on my lips. The instant his tip touched my lips, I felt something parting my pussy lips too. I shrieked in surprise, dropping my guard momentarily, long enough for his cock to find its pathway. My pussy was so wet, slimy with my own juices, it offered no resistance at all. Two cocks slid easily into me to their hilts, grinding against my openings, intent on going deeper if they could. They rutted into me like wild beasts, in synchronicity, and then alternatingly, there was no choreography, just lustful animalistic urgency. The cock in my pussy found its rhythm and touched me in all the right places, stretching me and lengthening me, stabbing my g-spot and raking my clit, my entire pelvis was sparking with sensation, and despite my restraints, I began bucking back at this pistoning behemoth. This cowboy had best hold on tight. The cock in my throat artfully deprived my lungs just to the point where my consciousness began to lose its grip but heightened my pleasure at the same time. I wanted to breathe but I didn’t want it to stop. I was giddy. It this tweener-world of foggy pleasure, I could feel my orgasm growing with intensity, like a distant forest fire, consuming everything in its path as it raced to its cataclysmic finale. It wasn’t just one switch that was flipped, it was all of them at once. Like a lightning point, everything was bright white, and then blackness. My shuddering orgasm sent my body convulsing into asphyxiation, sending both cocks over the edge with me. When I awoke, I could taste cum in my mouth and the tell-tale sensation of cum dribbling from my well-screwed pussy. I laid there quietly, unmoving, enjoying to totality of my satisfaction, my hood still covering my head. Then I heard muffled conversation, my hubby’s voice, and my neighbor’s and his ’s voices. I will thank my hubby too for setting up this encounter, once they release me. But that wouldn’t be for a few hours, and few more rounds. Now that the jig was up, I got to watch myself live on video. |
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8/25/2021 4:19 am |
Excellent!!!
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