A Halloween bash To Remember (open)

[shereads]

Sister Mary Margaret Magdaline

At this point, Mary Margaret's demons were so powerful - and so damned frustrated - she would have levitated if she hadn't been held by the wrists and weighed down by the fabric entangled about her legs.

"Dammit, Uncle John. Do something! We could sober up at any time, and then we'll just be another half-naked nun and horny priest at the wrong Halloween party!"

She tried to spin her head around a couple of times, just for emphasis, but managed only a 30-degree turn to the left before it became uncomfortable.

"Fuck me or die, priest!" she hissed, in what she hoped was an intimidating but not shrinkage-inducing rendition of the voice that came out of Linda Blair's mouth during the not-suitable-for-families portions of The Exorcist.

Father John just tightened his grip on her wrists and grinned his lust-crazed grin, and chuckled. A intimidating but sensual bass-toned chuckle that instantly made Mary Margaret's panties a candidate for Wettest Panties at the Party.

Slowly, and with an infuriatingly light stroke, he trailed the fingertips of his free hand across Mary Margaret's bare tummy, back and forth, maddeningly close but so, so far from her upward-straining pussy.

"Listen, Uncle Father John Daddy, whoever you are, if we don't fuck before we snap out of our drug-and-drink-induced frenzy, I'll...I'll..say that we did! You want me to beg you in Latin? You want a note from Mother Superior saying, 'Please excuse Mary Margaret, she needs to be fucked?' Will you PLEASE...JUST...DO IT!!!!!"

The couple on the floor of the room, near the door, paused in their rythmic fucking, and a female voice said, "Will you fuck her already? Other people would like to use the bed."

 

[UC_Gav]

Gavin (The Cop)
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I tuned as i felt the Cuff snap around my wrist. Because of the way i turned the culprit was pulled closer to me. The hand holding the other cuff pulled around my back which resulted in me being in an accidental embrace with a very sexy young woman whose impressive bust seemed to be free and currently pressing into my own chest.
"Well hello" i said, trying to be as charming as possible, "Whats wrong pussy? looking for some cream?". 'Damn that was cheesy' i thought as i let my free arm reach around her waist and pull her closer. She smiled back with a lick of her lips "Damn, just not quick enough"

I moved my hand down to pull her even closer, specifically into my growing erection for her. I figured she was baring her chest i may as well give something in return. As i reached her ass i noticed that her Catsuit seemed to have a hole in it and as i reached lower the tail which i had assumed was part of the suit seemed to be coming from within her ass. I gently took hold and slowly turned it. The sound she made was half sigh and half growl but either way it was good sound.
"If you wanted to cuff me your supposed to read me my rights" i said with a wink spinning slowly around to offer my other hand behind my back.

 

[Rhovan]

Father John Uncle Daddy guy

"Dammit, Uncle John. Do something! We could sober up at any time, and then we'll just be another half-naked nun and horny priest at the wrong Halloween party!"

"Don't you worry bout sobering up. I'll get us more 'punch,' when your properly chastised. Anyhow, you've been so bad, we wont need 'punch' to properly atone for you."

"Fuck me or die, priest!"

Father John raised an eyebrow for a moment, then he sighed and laughed. "Is my mother in there with you too? Now, let us get on, with the exorcisim, eh?" He grinned and dropped his hand to her stomach, dragging just the very tips of his nails across her flesh, circling her navel. Each finger moving in an overall similar pattern, as they were attached to the same hand, but they all moved indipendantly, flashing left and right and foreward and backard and in tiny circles to keep her flesh guessing as to where they might touch or rub next. Course, there was no rhyme nor reason, so it didn't exactly help.

"Listen, Uncle Father John Daddy, whoever you are, if we don't fuck before we snap out of our drug-and-drink-induced frenzy, I'll...I'll..say that we did! You want me to beg you in Latin? You want a note from Mother Superior saying, 'Please excuse Mary Margaret, she needs to be fucked?' Will you PLEASE...JUST...DO IT!!!!!"

Father John chuckled again, the sound rolling out of his open mouth and across the gap between Father John and Sister Mary. It rolled over her body, sending subtle vibrations through her body as the rich baratone filled her ears and the room about them.

"Will you fuck her already? Other people would like to use the bed."

Father John turned his head to face the couple on the floor that he hadn't noticed yet. "It's a king sized bed, use the other half. Or, shut up. I've work to do. This woman needs to be exorcised. But don't go to far, you might be called on to help this woman find her way back to god." Father John's hand that was on Sister Mary's stomach left for a moment to openly fondle his erection through his batman boxers. Then he reached out and touched just the very tip of his finger to her bra-covered left nipple. He pushed down a bit harder, than moved his hand away to her right nipple, to repeat the simple movement.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Oh gawd!

ooc: ok I cant help it! My sides hurt from reading this and laughin so fuckin hard! Rho, Shereads.. BRAVO! LMAO!

 

[BadForm]

Pussy Willing

"If you wanted to cuff me your supposed to read me my rights," said the cop, as he put his other hand behind his back and turned away from me.

I chuckled throatily as I cuffed him properly and leaned in to kiss his neck and mumble into his ear.

"You have the right to be stripped naked in front of everyone here..."

My hands reached round to the front of him, into the buttonholes of his shirt and I slowly ripped them apart, nibbling his ear as I did so.

"You have the right to suffer for posing as a fake cop and trying to arrest people here."

I took his nipples between my fingers, squeezing and rolling them gently at first before turning in the sharp points of the fake nails on my gloves and raking his chest, grazing a faint pink line.

"You have the right to pay for pulling the pussy's tail by being my slut."

I eased him to his knees before me, still having him face the other way. Then I placed my right boot in between his shoulder blades and kicked him forwards to the ground. He struggled to turn onto his back in order to see what I would do next. By the time he had done so, I had eased the zipper of my catsuit all the way down and back to the anal opening. Spreading my legs I revealed the tightly curled black hairs beyond the suit, shaved into the shape of a down-pointing arrow. This was complemented by the tattoo of the words "insert here". I dropped to my knees over his face, queening him.

"You have the right to give me an orgasm. If you cannot provide one I'll find some bi-guy who will provide one to YOU!"

 

[shereads]

Sister Mary Margaret Magdalene

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Sister Mary Margaret Magdalene

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Sister Mary Margaret Magdalene

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[shereads]

Sister Mary Margaret Magdalene

Mary Margaret felt the effects of the punch slipping away. Objects in the room had ceased to wear happy faces like the tea set in Disney's Beauty & The Beast; the ceiling was only one color, after all. Soon, she feared, she would be not quite sober - and no less filled with depravity and lust - but close enough to "normal" to feel responsible for her own actions.

This might be the last fuck of her life; it would certainly be the only one about which she could rightly feel no guilt. Obviously, the fizzy punch had done something obscenely wicked to her not-quite-virgin pussy and "Uncle" Father John's lusty male appendage. Having brushed up against something more incriminating than a stolen champagne flute when her hand had been inside his shorts, Mary Margaret suspected that Father John was the eyes, ears and navigation system of a fully-primed cum-injection device.

That eager penis could be hers. If the priest would just get with the program.

She'd love to lie here all night and enjoy the feel of his exploring fingers on her body, but time was of the essence. Not only would the potential for guilt return soon, but they had a duty to deliver the keg of non-alcoholic beer to the correct, convent-sponsored party - before it got as warm as some other liquids she could think of. There had to be a way to make the priest understand the urgency of their...situation.

"Oh! Oooh...That's right," she whispered, "Do something nasty to my nipples. They've been bad all night long."

His eyes shifted for a moment from the woman's face to his own fingertips, which were lightly pinching and pulling her taut little nipples in their cotton prison. Then his hand was dipping inside her bra; the sight of the priest's big hand delving beneath the demure white bra was somehow more erotic than nakedness, and both participants gasped with pleasure.

"Look at me, Uncle John," Mary Margaret breathed, wetting her full, pink lips with a naughty tongue-tip. When his hand grasped a fistful of flesh, and his eyes were once again watching for the reaction in her own, Mary Margaret gazed up at her tormenter through the thick fringe of her lashes. Her eyes were a blaze of blue, peering from beneath a sultry black veil.

"Make me touch myself. Make me show you how I seduced poor Jimmy Santorini."

"You could seduce a saint, you little witch," he muttered. Releasing her wrists, Father John reached down with both hands and pulled the entangling nun's habit from around Mary Margaret's pale but shapely legs. "The convent has you keep your legs shaved, do they? In case you drink too much punch and need to be chastised?"

"It worked on Jimmy Santorini, Uncle John. I made him take off my panties. He had to pull them down over my soft, smooth legs...Will you do that for me, Uncle John? Will you pull down my panties, so I can show you exactly how I sinned?"

He pressed his palm to the soaking-wet crotch of Mary Margaret's underpants and chuckled with satisfaction, before yanking them off of her roughly with both hands.

"He wanted to take my bra off, too, but Jimmy's hands were shaking, so I did it myself. Will you watch me, Father John? Like Jimmy did?"

He sat back on his heels, and took a long moment to enjoy the view of Mary Margaret's second set of pretty red-gold curls, before turning his attention to her sinuous, deliberately sensual movements as she sat up and reached both hands behind, to unhook her plain white bra. Slowly, tormenting Father John as he had tormented her with his entrapping hands and drifting fingers, Mary Margaret pulled her arms free of her one remaining undergarment.

She relished the sudden change in Father John's breathing, and his look of dazed wonder as he beheld the full glory of her perky young breasts.

"Do you like me, Uncle John?" she asked, her voice little more than a breathy moan. Slinging the bra across the room to land unnoticed on the copulating couple -- or were they a foursome now? They had a lot of legs and arms for two people, and at least one extra penis -- Mary Margaret lifted a breast with one hand, then tweaked its nipple with the fingertips of the other.

"Do you want me, like Jimmy Santorini wanted me?" Her hands drifted downward as she spread her legs wide, placing her feet flat on the bed. Father John panted as he struggled out of his shorts. Batman quickly joined Mary Margaret's bra on the other side of the room, where the recently introduced undergarments joined in the spirit of the evening, disappearing beneath a tangle of bodies.

That's when Sister Mary Margaret Magdalene's index finger disappeared inside her drenched pussy.

"I...I...you bet your ass I want you," he said, his eyes focused on the hynpotic finger-fucking that was taking place less than a foot from his very own penis. "But I don't want you like Jimmy Santorini. I want you like Lucifer. I want you like Satan. I want you like your worst nightmare."

"Then you'd better fuck me, Uncle Satan. Or I'll find somebody in that pile of bodies who will."

Before he could do more than briefly stroke his impressive erection, Mary Margaret had hurled her body onto his, knocking the priest backward onto the bed. Too shocked - or perhaps too smart - to struggle, he lay quite still except for his spasming cock as Mary Margaret straddled him and prepared to plunge Satan into her fiery inferno.

"And...action!" she cried, then screamed in pain as she impaled herself on his surprised and happy penis. It hurt like crazy, but it was a good hurt. And for Sister Mary Margaret Magdalene, it felt good to be crazy selfish for a change.

It also felt surprisingly nice to be on top. If you know anything about nuns and other women in service professions, you know that "on top" is not where they're generally placed in the scheme of things.

"Bless me! Bless me! BLESS ME!" she chanted, as she bounced in unpracticed glee atop the delirious man of the cloth.

An observer on the other side of the room commented, "I guess she decided in favor of a faith-based initiative."

 

[UC_Gav]

Gavin (The Cop)
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I wasnt expecting this young pussy to be quite so fierce but i couldnt argue with her methods.
Within seconds of our 'introduction' she had me on her back, her neatly trimmed pussy hanging inches from my face before lowering herself down and giving me no choice but to breath in her scent and taste her.
With my hands pinned behind me she produced that same growling sigh and began a little Grinding motion.
"Come on then?, i told you, you have the right to give me an Orgasm and im not getting up untill you do!"
The thought crossedmy mind. And while suffocating under this beauty wouldnt be too horrible a demise i figured her original plan was better and began to lick at her pussy which was already flowing with her juices. I tried to get at her clit as much as i could but with her movement as she attempted to fuck my face i found it difficult, deciding to thrust my tongue into her hungry little hole.

I noticed the Tattoo abover her pubic bush and felt my cock twitch at the thought of folling those instructions.

 

[nightray]

Ray

I grown as I feel her ass pressing ages my throbbing cock sliding between hare crack as if it was meant to be there. I rap my hands around her agene pulling her tighter agenst me. The music and the drug pulsing threw my mind as I lean over and kiss the side of her neck nipping her flesh as my hand grow bold moving up and cupping her breasts. I shiver as my hand explore having never fealt up a girl before this is all new to me.

I vagly hear in the back grown the cry’s of other couples fucking and who knows what ells but all that is real for me now is this women and her ass agenst my throbbing rod and her hot breast cupped in my hands. My mouth move to her ear nipping it gently before moving to her cheek seeking her hot wet mouth.

I kiss her deeply are tong resealing as I grown softly in to her mouth. I pull away then looking in to her eyes mine seeming to glow red from my contacts. “I have to worn you I’ve never…” I cant’ quit bring my self to say it even as my hands continue to need her hot breasts. My fingers finding her nipples and gently rolling them threw her velvet outfit.

I swallow as my moth moves back to hers afraid of what she would do now that she new that I’m a virgin for my wards couldn’t mean any thing ells consedingerg what we’re doing. I don’t know why I told her I guess I just didn’t want to lead her to think that I was better then I truly was to be disappointed in my preferment’s if this want any father.

 

[ElaricK]

David

"Oooooooo...HHhh.......Uuuhhhh... FUCKKKKKKKK me!!!!!!!!"

He didn't need to be asked twice. David's hands were already undoing the military fatigue pants before her lusty cry had fully faded.

Glancing down, he let out a low growl as he realized that his pants were tucked into the combat boots, and those would take time to untie and pull off. "Screw it," he muttered softly to himself, and yanked, practically ripping the pants free. He pulled them off over the boots and his boxers soon followed, freeing his iron hard cock and leaving him standing there in combat boots and the top half of a uniform.

Normally, he would have been extremely nervous about exposing himself in front of all these people, especially since he was a far cry from 'porn star' in proportions. He wasn't small either, actually measuring up as fairly average, but no one ever hears about girls drooling over how "average" a guy is.

At the moment, he didn't care. She had asked for it, and who was he to deny a lady in need?

He teasing rubbed the head of his engorged shaft over her swollen lips a few times before lining himself up and slowly slipping into her hot, wet sheath. Reaching up to play with her nipples, David let out a long, low moan as he began thrusting into her tight pussy.

 

[BadForm]

Pussy Willing

It was wild. The cop was trying to lick me to orgasm but he needn't have bothered. I was used to taking my pleasure, not receiving it and I rotated my cunt back and forward over his face. Eventually, he resorted to just sticking out his tongue as hard as he could and letting me do the work. That was perfect. I leaned forward, letting his nose brush my clit as his tongue was forced around my pussy lips. Wildfire sparked around my thighs as I felt the passion build, but there was still something else I needed.

I pulled up from him for a second, and saw him gasping for air. He thought he was going to escape that easy?

"You aint done yet boy," I purred as I reversed over him and brought my pussy back over his face.

I leaned forward and thrust down with my hips to cover his face in hot flesh again. As his breath swept across my inner lips I reached down to free his lucious cock. Its purple head sprung free of his pants at once and I plunged my mouth down onto it, licking like a cat with cream. My nailed fingers curled around the shaft as I drew in his precum not gripping tight enough to hurt but certainly enough that the slight pain would excite him further.

"You want to get out of this alive, you better give me the drink I want when I come..."

 

[Rhovan]

Father John Rupert Holisday, the third.

OOC: Ya know. You'd think it wasn't a good thing when folks laugh at your sex scenes. Course, people always laugh at my sex scenes. So thanks for noticing!

IC:
"Oh! Oooh...That's right. Do something nasty to my nipples. They've been bad all night long."

Father John needn't be told twice. In fact, his fingers were busily shouting up his arm to get with the program, as they had been intent on Mary Margaret's nipples for some time now. He just needed to get them over to the nipples, and they assured him they would do the rest. So he had placed them nearby, and watched them goto work, gripping them between their collective tips and then pulling upward some. Then he got an idea, and he felt his finger tips deserved the treat. He released the cotton clad nipple, lifted his hand and slid it down into the cup of her bra. He was surprised by how hot her flesh was, and how hard her nipple was. Father John's hips thrust unconciously as he saw his large hand disappearing under the white cup in contrast to the pale flesh of her chest.

"Look at me, Uncle John." He did as he was bade, though the look on his face was telling her that he wasn't doing it because she told him to, he was doing it because he wanted too. He watched her tongue writhe across her lips, leaving them glistening and wet, he saw her lashes fluttering in front of her eyes, and he for the first time, saw the color of her eyes.

"Make me touch myself. Make me show you how I seduced poor Jimmy Santorini."

"You could seduce a saint, you little witch," he said as he released his hold on her and grabbed the habit from her legs. With a sudden tug he jerked the garment free of her and threw it off to the side. With a raised eyebrow he watched the garment sail straight across the room and out an open window. He wasn't sure how that happened, but then he noticed the smooth flesh of Sister Mary Margaret Magdalene's legs! "The convent has you keep your legs shaved, do they? In case you drink too much punch and need to be chastised?"

"It worked on Jimmy Santorini, Uncle John. I made him take off my panties. He had to pull them down over my soft, smooth legs...Will you do that for me, Uncle John? Will you pull down my panties, so I can show you exactly how I sinned?"

With a lecherous grin that only a man of the cloth could really give, and a woman of the cloisture could really appreciate; Father John pressed his hand hard against the crotch of the woman's panties. His palm against the wet fabric, forcing it between her lips as he applied steady pressure to her lips for a moment. Then he hooked his fingers around the leg openings of the panties, his other hand snagging the cotton garment at the waist and he pulled it off her, down her legs and released it to fly through the air before landing with a soft, wet, splat noise as it hit the pile of bodies near the door.

"He wanted to take my bra off, too, but Jimmy's hands were shaking, so I did it myself. Will you watch me, Father John? Like Jimmy did?"

Father John nodded, and he arranged his position better. He rested on his feet and knee's, his ass comfortably on his heels and his erection straining to come out through the front of the stylish yet conservative Batman boxer shorts. He looked between her pale thighs, of uniform color to the delicous sight of her pubic hair. He whispered more to himself than anyone else, "So the carpet does match the drapes..." but then he looked back up, to see her sit up on the bed, her arms reaching behind and up to find the clasp of the bra behind her back. Then she pulled it down her arms, in such a way that it blocked his view of her body until it was off of her completely and suddenly. Father John's breath caught in his throat for a moment, then he found it was difficult indeed to tear his gaze off her her nipples, light redish/pink, capping the most beautiful breasts he'd ever been privy to see, and contrasting more delightfully with her pale skin than even her pubic hair had done.

"Do you like me, Uncle John?" He watched her fling the bra to the pile of bodies, he followed it's flight, but turned back in time to see her lifting a breast and pinching the nipple at the same time. "Do you want me, like Jimmy Santorini wanted me?" Then she spread her legs, he knew that because of the sudden contact along the side of his calf, because he was having a hard time taking his eyes off her fingers on her nipple. But he did look down at the sudden contact, and he saw that her legs were spread wide, her knees bending until her feet rested comfortably flat on the bed. That was it, Batman had to go. He stood for a moment, slipping down off the side of the bed. He grabbed the waist band of his shorts and he skinned them down. He hopped from the cloth and tossed it into the pile, watching it disappear into the roiling mass of humanity. He turned back, intent on something. He wasn't exactly sure what, but it was something. That inner 'sense' that just told you to look right now before you missed it. Right now, or else you will always wonder what had happened. He turned, and he saw her slip a finger into her pussy.

He didn't know what to say, but that was alright, because both his finger tips and his cock were now shouting similar directions. First step first, get closer to the woman. But before he could do that, he stammered the only words that would come out. But as soon as he started talking, his words flowed like the punch at this party. He was surprised by his eloquence, and his wit at what he had come up with. He was just generally surprised since he got to this here party. "I...I...you bet your ass I want you," she didn't stop. Her finger continued to slide in and out of her body, much to his delight. "But I don't want you like Jimmy Santorini. I want you like Lucifer. I want you like Satan. I want you like your worst nightmare." He crawled onto the bed as he spoke, getting closer and closer to her, moving forward on his knees and shins, until he brought himself within a foot of her, intent on jumping atop of her, and forcing her under the press of his body, bending her to his will.

"Then you'd better fuck me, Uncle Satan. Or I'll find somebody in that pile of bodies who will." But then she surprised him. With a ferocity that would make a jungle cat sit back and want nothing of this woman (aside from a possible fuck) she lept from her sitting position. She had caught him, one hand on his cock, the other hand stretching towards her body. She deflected the searching hand upright, and pinned the stroking arm to his chest as she bowled him over backwards. He was surprised that his knees didn't immediatly explode as she folded him over backwards onto his lower legs. Then as she adjusted herself some, his legs popped free and he lay stretched out backward, one arm over his head, the other arm crushed between their bodies. But she wasn't intent on that, she sat herself upright and he got his arm free from under her, then he straightened himself as best he could under her -- careful to not disturb the suddenly feral woman.

"And...action!" "Bless me! Bless me! BLESS ME!" He was surprised again by her sudden decent onto his cock, burying him into her body in one motion. He could feel the struggle her muscles had put up, clenching tightly to prevent his entrance, stuggling to keep him out as they still hadn't gotten the message that she was going to sin tonight, and maybe she might worry about it tomorrow. But the weight of her body, and the forces of gravity took care of those muscles, and Father John's cock was more than happy to pry the stubborn bastards apart. Suddenly she was resting fully on his hips, his cock buried in her pussy, her legs folded to either side of his legs as she rested on his shins.

But they were only still for a moment. Their eyes connected and she started to press down with her legs, lifting her body from his cock until she had reached the apex of her movement, and then she was coming down again, forcing his cock back into her body, the head bulging as her muscles clenched and fought each and every intrusion. Father John had been told to bless someone, and while he knew he couldn't do it properly, he would do what he could for the poor woman. His hands lifted from beside him and reached for her breasts. It took a couple attempts but he finally caught ahold of the rapidly moving nipples. She was pumping herself up and down on his cock with gusto, and it was a difficult task indeed to catch a flailing nipple. But as soon as he caught it, his other fingers splayed across her breast, lifting and cupping them as his thumb and index finger twisted and pinched the nipples of her wonderful breasts.

If Father John had known being a priest was so much fun, he'd of been doing this constantly. He idly wondered if he could talk Sister Mary Margaret into doing this again. But then he got back to the wonderful task at hand. He started to thrust his hips in counter time to her thrusts downward, so when she lifted up, he pulled away, and when she came crashing down, he pressed up, lifting her off the bed with the intensity of the sudden fucking the two were sharing.

 

[UC_Gav]

Gavin (The Cop)
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"You want to get out of this alive, you better give me the drink I want when I come..."
I smiled as best i could with her hot sex crushed into my face. I fully intended to give her what she wanted and as soon as i felt her hot mouth replace the feeling of the cold air on my aching erection i knew that i had better work quickly. Her tongue lashing at my cock was driving me mad and the sharp sensations along the shaft which i presumed were her claws were further incitement to please her.
Jabbing my tongue forward i attempted to enter her juicy hole, intending to fuck it as if my tongue were a second cock.
As she rode me i occaisionally caught glimps of her ass, the tail whipping across my foreheahd from time to time.

I looked forward to possibly having a chance at replacing that. 'Plug' in a much bigger tail.

 

[Seductive Sin]

Kat

She danced against him, running her hands everywhere she could touch. She smirked at his words..

"A virgin are we? I can rectify that.." Taking his hand she led him out of the room and down the hall. Stepping over all those rutting like beasts, she stood agaist a wall and smiled at him.

"Do as I say and you won't be in this condition any longer." Her finger caressed over his lower lip as she watched the movement with interest.

"I want you to kneel before me.. I want you to tease my pussy through my shorts, with nothing but your mouth. This is lesson one in the proper ways to tease a woman. Eat my box!" The smile faded to be replaced with lust. She loved a submissive male who would do anything she asked, one who would cum yelling her name.

She parted her legs and ran her own fingers down over the velvetty material stopping to press against her clit. With no panties on, this sensation and much more would be easily felt.
Taking him by his hair, she pushed his face into her crotch and slowly rolled her hips in small circles. He'd get the idea soon enough, or she'd have to instruct him a little 'harder'.

 

[BadForm]

Pussy Willing

I was close, so close. Dancing had got me ready and his face was driving me wild. I just had to make sure I took him with me. There was nothing to beat swallowing someone's cum while they were drenched in yours. I took the cop's balls in my free hand, rolling them back and forth gently but firmly. I let my nails graze the sac, adding fear to the sensation as I continued to gobble him hungrily.

As I got nearer to climax, I ground my shivering cunt more firmly on his face, the trembling folds of my pussy lips kissing him wetly. I could feel him trying to gasp against me, and raised my bush for a second, letting him gasp a breath of air, then plunged back down. I wanted to cover him fully when I came - after all, it was a shock to most men when they had a woman squirt from so close.

 

[Paendragon]

Derek

"Make me dirty Derek... make me VERY dirty!" She slowly rolled her hips in small circles, causing my finger to rotate slightly inside of her. Her hands held tight to my shoulders for support.

I looked up at her, my eyes burning with need. But this time would be slower…

I kept my eyes on hers, and brought my face close to her pussy again. My tongue snaked out across her clit, circling it slowly… my finger pumping in and out of her, slow and even.

I felt her shudder again, and grinned to myself… knowing she was enjoying this as much as I was.

I leaned in farther, and raked my teeth along her pussy, lightly… sliding my tongue along her clit so that the tip slipped inside of her pussy along side my finger, then pulled my tongue out and closed my lips around the sensitive little bud, sucking on it gently.

Slowly, I worked a second finger inside of her, and began to use my thumb to tease her lips. My lips squeezed her clit tighter, and I sucked harder… my eyes never leaving hers.

Slowly, very slowly, I increased the rhythm of my fingers, and began to tease the tip of her clit with my tongue, while my lips pulled on it. My hands lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder, opening herself up to me.

Her shivers and moans were driving me wild, now. My own body responded to each of her gasps with a pulse of it’s own, my cock flexing and swelling in the hot water.

I wanted her again, wanted to fill her… wanted to hear her screaming my name as I drove into her. But I forced myself to wait. My fingers moved faster, still, until they were pumping into her quick and hard. My mouth continued its assault on her clit, pausing only to explore every inch of her pussy, only to keep coming back to the hard little bud.

I ground my face into her, my eyes on hers. I wanted her to cum… I wanted to taste it… and I wouldn’t stop until I did.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

My moans filled the room as my hips rocked back and forth. Rubbing my bare pussy against his probing fingers and tongue with a zest long forgotten.. It had been so long since I actually did more than the customary moans and groans.. This actually felt rather hot.

"Yeeeeeess!" my fingers curled into his hair, tugging him further into my wet slit. Rocking and pausing, his tongue teasing against my clit, he wanted me to cum all over his face.

"Ask and you shall recieve.." Whispering softly, I bit back a low moan as his lips suctioned around my clit.

"Oh god! Fuckin' tease!" I bucked harder against his mouth, my abs tightening up as did the rest of my body as he suckled and flicked at it. Reaching down between us, my fingers spread open my pussy further, my ass pushing away from the shower wall as I humped on his face.

Tugging my nipples, I let my head fall back as that mindless orgasm sensation started to peak harder.

"Yes! Derek! Don't stop.. doooooon't stop! I'm gonna... Cum!" I gasped, bucking harder, my nails tearing into his scalp and pushing him against me. I cared not if he could breath, apparently neither did he for he lashed my cunt vigorously, sucking like a starved man.

Shuddering, my thighs clamped tightly, "Jesus!" lips parted as I panted heavily, the shaking started and I had to brace my hands to remain upright. Harder and faster I bucked against him, mashing his mouth on my clit until I could feel his teeth against my pubic bone.

Growling and whimpering, I bent nearly inhalf over him as the orgasm overtook me, my knees turning to mush. his hands must have kept me upright because I could not have done so on my own will power.

hand slapping against the shower wall, I screamed out with my release as my pussy spasmed and hot juices poured from me to coat his lips and chin....

I slipped slowly down in the shower as he backed off. I could not stand and did not want to. He stayed with me until he could not bend no more. Seizing his face I kissed him madly, slurping and lapping at his lips and tongue, tasting myself and him..

 

[shereads]

Sister Mary Margaret Magdalene

Legend has it that the cameras installed throughout the house recorded everything except for the moment that might have made millionaires out of the party's hosts. At the very least, they'd have merited a segment on Dateline NBC.

Mary Margaret and her randy Uncle John were fucking like ferrets, their bodies pumping in synchrony as if they'd been doing this together, instead of saying the rosary all alone, day after day and year after year.

The priest and the nun were gone, and in their places were two creatures of nature, copulating with the mindless joy that some say is the Creator's ultimate gift to his children.

The gang-bang on the floor had untangled, and were joined by a crowd at the door who had been drawn by the rumors that these weren't costumed party guests but an actual nun and the actual parish priest. All watched the action on the bouncing, groaning bed in Spielberg-esque awe. You know the shot. Faces staring in slack-jawed wonder at:

(a) E.T. going home

(b) the arrival of the "mother ship" in Close Encounters

(c) two sex-starved human beings expending years of self-denial in a single, frenzied hour of punch-drunk lust

"Sweet Lord have mercy!" shrieked a woman's voice.

"Amen to that," Mary Margaret cried. Having been caught by surprise during her upstroke, it took her a moment to realize that the first voice hadn't been her own.

Father John saw the Mother Superior first. His enormous eyes betrayed his shock and panic, but his penis wasn't about to let the arrival of a third wheel slow the giddy, downhill race to the finish.

The crowd parted to admit the medium-sized but enormously intimidating figure in stark black and white. Following Father Uncle John's stare, Mary Margaret glanced at Mother Superior but didn't pause in the ritual of up-squeeze/down-release that had become second nature to her during the sweating, groaning minutes of delirium that had preceded the interruption.

"Father John! Sister Mary Margaret Magdalene! Stop this...this animal coupling and save your immortal souls!"

"None for us, thank you," Father John gasped, his hearing impaired by the approach of an orgasm unlike anything he had read about on the indiscreet covers of Hustler and Big Butt Babe and the other magazines he was forced to view whenever he leaned just slightly over the counter at the Quickie Mart.

Mary Margaret was looking inward, her eyes open but seeing only the colors of her own long-pent-up lust: brillaint reds and golds, scandalous fuschias and shocking pinks. A swirl of color and light and sensation, all focused at the point where her pussy muscles parted wide each time Uncle John's cock head almost left her body, stretching her, then stretching her again and pressing her ravaged flesh inward as he changed direction and thrust back in.

"Almost, Uncle John," the young woman whispered, perspiration dripping from between her breasts to mingle with the sweat pooled on his naked chest.

"Yes, thank you." he gasped, "I'd love more tea."

His penis and her pussy had agreed to ignore any unusual behavior by their owners during these final moments, so it hardly mattered that Father John was in a hallucinatory state not unlike the misunderstood final scenes of "2001," his very favorite Kubrick film if he had to choose just one.

"Ohgod...ohgod...ohgod..."

"Oh, good! Oh, good! Oh, good!"

"Yes!" the crowd cheered, sensing an impending mutual orgasm between the two least likely people to reach even individual ones, at this or any Halloween party in town.

"No!" someone yelled, as Mother Superior's hand reached for - and gripped - Mary Margaret's shoulder, and attempted to stop its near light-speed bounce.

That's when the camera went dead and missed The Moment.

In unison, the faces of Mary Margaret and her Uncle John faced the intruder, and in identical reverberating, disembodied voices they hissed, "GET OUT!"

"Holy shit," said a French poodle, recently arrived at the door, but tall enough to see over the crowd. It's just like the voice in The Amityville Horror."

"That movie sucked," hissed the voice that was not Father John.

Mother Superior had fainted and missed the Father's tasteless use of the word, "sucked."

Some in the crowd thought they should remove the unconscious woman from the room and maybe revive her, but nobody could resist seeing what kind of orgasm would result from this urgent, almost unworldly coupling.

"I'm gonna - I'm gonna - " The voice was Mary Margaret's once again.

"I need salt!" snarled Father John.

"Oooh, yes. I need your hot salty cum in my pussy. Give it up! Give it to me NOW!"

 

[Paendragon]

Derek

She ground herself against me, her screams echoing around the shower.

"Yeeeeeess!" Her hands were on my head, finger diging into my scalp, pulling me harder against her. I was eager to oblige.

I heard her whisper something but it was lost to my ears over the hissing of the water. I redoubled my efforts on her clit, determined to bring her to the edge. Then I pulled away slightly.

"Oh god! Fuckin' tease!"

I attacked her clit again, furiously... teasing and tuging with my lips and tongue. She bucked hard against my mouth, and reached a delicate hand down to spread herself for me.

I groaned and took the invititation.

Her cries were becoming more insistent, more uncontrolled... and it was driving me wild. Her hips thrust toward me, as if fucking my face... and I met them eagerly.

Her hands found her nipples and pinched at them. My increased my tempo, and groaned into her clit.

"Yes! Derek! Don't stop.. doooooon't stop! I'm gonna... Cum!"

I could feel her nails in my scalp, but I didn't care. All that mattered was her cunt... it's all that existed. I felt the orgasm hit her as she bucked wildly against me, and squeezed her thighs around my head.

She started to shudder, semingly out of control... and I loved it. My moans were louder and louder as I devoured her, opening my mouth wide to cover her pussy.

Then she nearly fell. I held her steady, and refused to let up my licking.

Then finally, I had my reward. Juices exploded out of her pussy, sliding down my chi, to my neck. I tried to catch it all, lapping at her like a half-staved madman.

Eventually I slowed... I'm not sure how long it lasted, but I loved every second.

She slid down the shower wall, her knees finally giving out. I steadied her so she wouldn't hurt herself, and grinned at her madly.

She smiled back languidly - goddamn is she sexy! - then leaned into me and kissed me hard, her lips and tongue covering mine.

I broke away, gasping slightly, and smiled. "I hope you enjoyed..."

Standing slowly, I reached for the soap... and held it out to her., my eyes twinkling.

"Now it's my turn..."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Amy

It only took a moment for me to compose myself enough to take the bar of offered soap. Smiling, I reached up and caressed the bar along his swollen shaft.

His groan was enough to tell me he was more than ready to explode. Something inside me wanted this stranger's cum down my throat and with that in mind, I reached around with both hands, letting the soap fall to the tub floor.

My hands gripped his ass and pulled him closer. Holding him with one, the other came around to stroke his cock. Looking up at him, I watched his eyes darken even further as I teased along the shaft.

"You need cleaned as well Derek.. It is un healthy to be in such a ... condition as this.." The huskiness of my voice should have told him, or perhaps expected what I did next because of his own service to myself..But it did not stop him from sucking in a hissing breath as my tongue snaked from his balls to the head of his cock with one long lap.

"You definitely need cleaned.." I smiled with promise as I again lapped my tongue down the shaft and back up. I held his cock out away from his body and situated to my knees. Parting my lips, I kissed him with an open mouth, my tongue darting out to lap and flick gently against him. My lips tightened and held a moment before I moved off once more.

Again I kissed the head, listening to him pant and groan. His ass and legs trembled under my touch, my fingers spreading out to rake my nails against his buttock. Slipping down, I suckled on the side of his shaft, smearing my saliva and his juice on the tip of my nose and cheek. Sliding up and down at this angle was always a favorite of mine, reminded me of playing a harmonica.

"Do you like that?" I teased him further my releasing his ass and cupping his sack in my hand. Caressing him, I glanced up as I took the head inside my mouth. Suctioning a little, I groaned in pleasure as his cock lurched and droplets of his cum flowed onto my tongue.

Lapping it and swallowing, I flatened my tongue and pushed him deeper. My hand holding his shaft began to stroke up and down as I took the first two inches of him in and out of my lips, letting my lipstick coat his cock along with more saliva. Lubricating him up little by little, I slowly picked up speed and depth, my pussy twitching with each howled explanitive and groan from his sweet lips.

 

[spiritual_love]

Amber arched as his swollen member entered her wet slit. Her pussy quivered, accepting each inch of him. She felt weakened immediately as he began to bang into her. But the feeling passed quickly. Her hips danced in circles, the generous globes of her ass bucking back to meet his growing strokes.

His meat nestled within the clutching velvet of her juicy cunt perfectly. Fingernails clawed at the floor, her head shaking, hitting the wall harder and harder. She truly didn't care. It only added to the wonderous craving of her desire. Hell, she'd probably have a headache later, but all that matter was the here and now. Besides, pain always heightened the sensations.

Amber's knees scrapped against the floor as she jerked suddenly. Her inner walls growing tremendously soft, oozing with her honey. The tiny knob of her clit was twitching wildly as he fucked her madly. Amber rested her head down again, tooting her ass back higher for him. One hand reached beneath her, playing with her clit furiously. She viciously pinched and rubbed the button, bring herself closer and closer....

"OHhhhhhhhh..ohhhh....OHHHH.....uhhhhhhhhhhh...."

Amber's orgasmic cries cleared the air as she went rigid against him. Her body plunged into a whirl of pleasure as he continued to jam his rod into her clenching snatch. Her body trembled and began to convulse around his plunging strokes.

She couldn't take it. She wanted to feel him cum, but she wanted it differently...not within her, but on her. She wrenched her body from his. She knew he was probably confused as she ceased his movement, just momentarily though.

Her body turned to face him, pleaing desperately for him to kneel upwards. Her curvaceous legs split to either side of his kneeling thighs, needing to cool her flaming puss some. Slick hands grasped his erect, throbbing cock, stroking it. Masturbating him over her opened mouth, her grey eyes gazing hungrily up to him, begging for that musky, masculine release.

 

[Vikingboy]

I'd held her off for as long as I could. Her begging was powerful, her need was electric. I thrust into her deeply, my cock all the way in, all the way to her cervix. As I did, I leaned down and kissed her deeply, my lips bruising hers. I growled, "cum wench, and don't stop cumming until I cum in you again."

And we began to fuck, or rather I did, for she was still bound. She thrust back as well as she could, but I knew she hungered to sink her claws into my back, mark me as I had just marked her. I felt her passion continue to mount as she moaned her first cum into the hot air of the room.

I looked up and saw a blinking, a red light. I realized we were being filmed. "Damn it," I thought, "I'm glad this beard and hair are false. But, put on a good show...." So I reached down, grabbed her hips and raised them. Then I began to truly pound into my wench... eliciting louder gasps and groans as my strong hands grasped her bruised ass and increased the discomfort.

I fucked her as hard as I could, until I felt my cum surging out.

"Good show" I thought again and pulled out, clambering up to stroke my cock in her face......

 

[katalynn]

Kitty ~

He sat there for longest time, just staring at me waiting for me to squirm and writh against him. Relishing in my pleas and begging and slight hint of fear of him leaving me like this. Shivering with greater need than I have ever felt before, with a sudden burst out of no where just when I thought I had displeased him in some way. His hot breath growling in my ear to cum for him and not stop till he release. One motion he ramed hard and deeply, causing an instant scream.

Soon he began ramming harder and harder into me, felt like he was bruising the insides of crevix, maybe even breaking its barrier. So much pain, the screams that came pouring out me proved how much I was enduring, even more so when my tender ass was gripped hard and raised. Was a never ending orgasm, blacking out for a few moments as he released deeply inside, suddenly I felt empty when he pulled out. Glazed look in my eyes, they were open, but all I could see were fuzzy random colors.

The feel of his still hard cock at my face made me smile brightly, still catching my breath. Caressed my cheeks against the soaked length, smearing our mixture all over my face. Parting my lips wanting to suck off the taste, clean him properly.