by Richie Drenz
"Oh my Godmother! Please stop Nathan, PLEEAASSEE.”
He didn't even open his eyes to look into my pleading face. I put my hand behind me, flagging it frantically for him to stop. Useless. I want to curl up in a corner on the floor like a mosquito destroyer, grab my belly and cry.
“Nathan! You hate mi!” And finally he stops.
The short-man wraps his arms around my wire waist, drags me to the other side of the bathroom and forces my back down, bending me over the face-basin, the pink of my pussy exposed to him. I stare in the mirror at him standing behind me as he slings the hampering camera off his shoulders and rests it on the face-basin. Grabs my two ass cheeks. Squeezes, then spreads them apart. He kisses one of my ass cheeks, suckingly. Moaning as he sucks it. Bites. Sucks hard, devouring it with wild kisses, all over my round little romp. My eyes roll over as his big warm mouth caresses and tongues my quivering ass, sending a titillating pleasure erupting through my entire body, up my spine and curling my toes senselessly. I bite my lips from the sweet heavenly pleasures, his oral softness on my sensitive zone, my nerves swells so huge as his soft wet tongue pulls on the flesh of my ass and licks the round creasing underside, long licks, slow licks. He sloppily dines lower, his wet tongue licking against the lowest tip of my pussy cheeks from behind. I shut my eyes and gape my mouth wide open as I feel the play of his sharp teeth on my sacred flesh, making naughty hungry sex bites, while his naked tongue passionately stimulates the skin of my tender flesh underneath me.
He spanks one of my ass cheeks while biting his lips, my firm flesh gently bouncing up and down to his taps on my other ass cheek. He slaps it twice. He bites the nape of my neck, deep-sucks there with a broad motioning tongue, floating smoothly over and into the bothered nerves of my neck, the tip of my ears twitches with excitement, his hot breath tingling the nerves in my neck as much as his skilful tongue drives insane pleasure at my neck, through my neck.
“Oh God Nate, Don't stop sucking.”
He lowers his head back down to my ass, his big mouth clasps over my entire pussy that is shaking and drizzling juice. He impartially sucks my drenching pussy lips sloppily into the back of his mouth. He spots a wet trail my pussy sputum made when its juice dribbled formlessly down my legs, he stretches out his soft pliable tongue and curves the tip to lick clean every ounce of sweet vaginal spittle off my leg. He plunges his thick tongue deep into my sticky pink wetness, licking out my sweet melted icings, his adam’s apple sinks down then quickly rises back up as he greedily quaffs down the sugary taste of my succulencies, right down his horny throat. My eyes fluttering, as I lose my fucking mind, my body shaking awkwardly, sexual nimbleness high in my bones, my knees wobble helplessly at the way a single talented tongue could suck me into cumming a thousand times into his mouth.
His lips pulls on my pussy-lips as he tries to suckle the milk out of them, he gathers both of my cheeks together, feeding both of them into his professional pussy-sucking mouth, some of my flesh rests on the roofing palate of his mouth while the remnant sits on top of his wavy motioning tongue, he works his tongue like a slave inside my pussyhole and feasts his face full of my marinating liquids, flicking his warm tongue deep down in every crevice of my pulsing hole, licking, licking, flicking slow. His nose so close to my skin, his hot breathing sends thrills through me. He releases my lips, his lips smack sloppily, loud, rising my body heat as he feasts on my pussy. Such a greedy boy. Such a freak. Eat me up. Eat my pussy. Eat every ounce of my pussy please.
He runs his stiff tongue from the very top of my hole to the end, his tongue lingers under my clit, then licks with a slow audible melody, ‘SCLIP, SCLIP, SCLIP’. The sound of him eating makes me drip more juice in his mouth. I want to ride his face, hard, real ... fucking... hard, wipe my pussy in his mouth. Wipe my pussy on his tongue, just fucking wipe my pussy all over his fucking face. Sit in his face and smear my pussy juices all over, glaze all fucking over his face.
His sharp teeth salaciously bites the crevice of my inner thigh, he sucks up some of my thigh into his mouth pulls on it and my heartbeat races through my breast, my breathing heavy as I try to catch my breath. He bends over my back, reaching for a fistful of my breast, kneading my breast, swiping his tongue on my nimble earlobe, flicking his moist tongue in the hollow of my ear, ran his tongue slow on the outside rim of my ear, kiss the back of my ear, flicks his tongue in the hollow of my ear again, again, again and again. Every atom in my body awakes, gets so intensely sensitive that if his tongue touches me one more time I’ll spring into the air like a frightened cat. He slowly, slowly - real slowly, licks in the hollow of my ear again. My knees buckle, quake uncontrollably, my nerves race wildly beneath my skin. I feel my pussy squinting, him painting his dick up and down, up and down my slit, desperately trying to find his way into my hole. The head of his cock feels too swollen, too stiff, too big to make it into my steaming cunt. He paints it up and down my slit again trying to enter, I can feel the heat his cock emanates, I feel it rubbing on my pussy, the head feels smooth, shine, he slides it down the mouth of my vagina and up again, down and up, up and down, his smooth flesh is above body heat, its pleasuring. I slowly close my eyes at the sweet erotic feel, enjoying the pleasures of his warm solidness rubbing on the most sensitive flesh between my legs, my pussy. I know it is warm and I can almost feel it already in me, like the entire length is in my vaginal canal, I’m feeling it. I’m feeling it there. I’m feeling it inside, I’m feeling his steel cock being pushed into my pink supple passage. My inside jumps, anticipating the pain, the pleasure of him grinding my pussy, wanting him to sink and lose his cock far inside me. Brace his cock deep and hard, with every muscle of his body. Fuck me out of my mind.
He stops squeezing my breast, lets go, spits on his fingers. I already feel tender. He rubs his spitty fingers up and down in my cunt, dipping two fingers into my wet hole, trying to help his horny self find his way in. I know my pussy is about to be crucified. But I think about my revenge and tense for the pain. I pout up my ass, close my eyes tight, bite my lips and hope this will feel like a more satisfying revenge. Maybe I shouldn’t feel this terrible about this. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. Today, the best day of my life is the worst day of my life, I’m dying inside as I listen the low chatting in the distance. It was Mommy’s voice I heard the clearest out in the livingroom.
He spreads both lips apart with two fingers, rest his stiffness right at the mouth of my hole. I felt his warm and sticky pre-cum from the tip of his dick mingling with the juices of my flood. He paints small teasing circles around my waiting vagina. His cock gently makes a smooth pressing feeling, circling round and around the rim of pussy, teasing me, my clit jumps. The circles he makes are a wet mix of both our juices, mostly mine, on the outside skin of my pussy and it sends the coldest shivers up my spine, he slaps his stiff shaft to the top of my pink then slides it down the center of the slit, my pussy jumps, tightens, walls squeezing together and collapses as he slowly centers and shoves his pelvis forward, sinking the head of his cock to enter me and it feels like the head of a child crowning out of a vagina, opening my tiny hole with a stretching pain that burns, I love it.
He pushes his huge head into me and my mouth gapes. He pulls it back, half-way out, I frightenly suck in a swift deep breath again, my belly went flat, my pussy and asshole flinching shut at the same time, a sudden contracting spasm skating through my whole body. He withdraws his purple head out my hole, and my pussy lips feels like it was lit by fiery lava, and my lips slowly re-shrink to a closed slit. But when he is deep between my flesh, the pain doesn’t matter, just the pleasure. But what's more, is the revenge.
I want him to fuck me hard, fuck the life out of me till my pussy is soft and creamy. He slowly shoves his hugeness back into me and grinds his hip slowly down my flustered pussy. I gush air out my nostrils heavily, you can hear my loud, deep breathing over and over again. I cover my mouth with one hand, rest the other on the face-basin, my naked shaved body helples
sly bend over to his cock, he works it in and out of my hole, the feeling let me lick my lip and clench tighter on the basin, he grinds steady into me and I feel my juices running already, oh God he feels so fucking good, so good, I don’t want him to stop, just keep going, keep fucking me, right there, right fucking there, keep fucking my pussy. I see the door rattle. About to open. I stop moving. My heart drops into my belly.
I stare at the door. Where’s my panty? I keep listening very carefully. Listen to who it was. Listen for the voice. No one.
I still don’t make a move. Keep looking at the door.
Ok, I’m certain now, there’s no one there.
I slowly rock my ass back to meet his strokes, still eyeing the door. I resume to the heat of the moment, rocking back more ravishingly, satisfying my heat, my horny hole, sliding my pussy along the thick length of his hard cock, satisfying myself with each push I push back down his veiny length, savouring in the unbelievably good feeling of it parting me, rubbing inside my pussy walls with unending care of anything around, just feeding my horny pussy with his cock, he is hitting deep beyond my walls and it vibrates a sensation to my swollen clit, making me into the River Nile, my pussy wet out of control, my teeth grits tight together, fist grabbing hard into the basin. I breathe heavier, louder, bite my lips hard. I push back harder, faster on his dick, my tits bouncing, my flesh splashing into his groin and it turns me on even more, I want to scream from the unbearable pleasure, scream loud, let loose, scream his name out, but I can’t. I’m in the bathroom, I press my hand harder over my mouth, bounce harder against his stiff hard cock, sliding back and forth on his pole, in and out. I want the all of it inside me, everything, all of it in me, my hand still grabbing my mouth, I screamed in a gagged voice filled with tiny orgasms,
“Oh FUCK! Oh Fuck! OHHH FUCK!” made a sound, an animal cry for his mercy, “Mmm! Aaarr!” Bite my lips hard. Push back harder on his dick, pushing back with brute force, biting my lips and shutting my eyes tight as I sink down all my weight and flesh into him, him deep into me, making sure my pussy crash hard against his groin and ram his entire cock the farthest it can into me. I bounce him one step back and he tenses his legs, firm his stance, fingers dig into my round ass cheek, pulling the rosy flesh upward and my pussy feels pulled backward slightly, he grips my other ass cheek tight, turns it upward, I hear a noise in the hallway getting closer, I plunge down mindlessly on his cock. Two more strokes. The voice getting closer.
The sweet agony of fucking. He holds my waist, takes control, strokes slow, painful, unbelievably pleasurable with every thrust. Warm blood courses through my pussy, charges into my clit, my clit swollen as big as a butterfly as I feel the length of his thickness sliding up my quivering hole, filling it, stretching it, pleasing me. I want to ride off his cock, God I want to sit on it, ride it so hard I break it all off into my hole.
I look at the lock, let go my mouth and stretched my hand behind me, touching his rippled abs to make sure he fucked me quiet, slow, smooth but hard, fuck me hard. My other hand reaches behind me, he works his waistline sensually inside me, it hurts. And I pull him deeper into me, savagely; I want him far inside my hole, loving the feel of his warm cylinder of pleasure buried into my flesh. My face in the face-basin, my two hands pulling and pushing his waist into me hard and loud. His pants rubbing against my naked skin, his size doesn’t matter anymore, I’m dripping wet, I want it deeper inside me, all of it. ALL OF IT. Everything. My feelings turn me into an animal, ecstasy brimming in me, I command him,
“FUCK ME! FUCK ME NATHAN! Good God! Fuck me!” He unbuckles his belt, drops his pants. He starts cannoning his cock at the speed of light, elated from the pleasures that he’s ripping through my body, my body feels limp on the face-basin, eyes roll over, I feel every single nerve in my body opening up, he plunders my pussy, just like I want it, a sweet revengeful fuck. I’m swampy, soaking his black cock with my creamy fluids, all over it. The jingle of his buckle getting louder at his ankles, sweat running down is legs, his blue tie swinging from his rigorous thrusts behind me, pumping into me. I nab my mouth, stifling my whimpering as he hits that perfect spot, that spot, that sweet spot, good Lord, aaarrhh, I began spilling out my naughty desires, shouting low at him,
“FUCK IT NATHAN! FUCK! YES BABY! FUCK IT, FUCK IT! DON’T STO...” and a distant shout frightened the hell out of me,
“Leelia! Leelia! Which part you at gal!” I wanted to collapse.
CHAPTER 5
Busted Or Not?
by: Leelia Lexings
Jesus Christ! To hell if I was getting caught today. Hell to the no. The voice sounded like my big-loud mouth sister, Pinky. That would be the worst thing to ever happen right now. She couldn’t hold down her voice no matter what. She was just always boisterous and brawling and BOTOO! I hoped it wasn’t her. Please.
“Leeeee!”
The sound of Pinky’s second shout terrified me like an alarm going off in a building and I’m the thief. My heart was thundering through my breast. Not now, this was not my intention, not to disgrace the Lexings name. Please God, no, everyone was here. Though Mommy would be the most understanding of the family, she would be the most hurt. I’m the youngest one, the wash-belly who should sort out this problem for the family, take care of my bigger brother according to the plan. Not be caught fucking in my Mom’s bathroom on my wedding day. Without thinking about my pain and in a sudden rush, I tried to scamper to get my panty off the shower curtain rod quickly, but a sharp pain hit me, slowed me down, my knees bend. I limped. I fell to the white tile floor. The pain was at my leg, my shin bone, it still hurts.
Nathan was big and no doubt painful, but was nowhere close to the pain that returned to my shin. I was already used to the beating in my belly; which was where Qwan would always fist me, so luckily no one would see the bruises and scars the beatings left. I had a second fracture to my rib but never had he strike me anywhere else, it was always my belly he plundered. But lastnight he got in an uncontrollable rage.
Lastnight I couldn’t move, I was too shocked, as he cannoned a new tin of condense milk at my face. I was in the living room and he sailed it from out the kitchen. As the tin sailed, flipped and spun through the air towards my face, it hit into the lowly hung chandelier, ricocheted, and smashed brutally into my slim shin bone. The unopened tin dented when it connected in my shin bone, chipping off my skin, bursting the flesh, swelling my shin instantly. I was happy the sailing tin of milk didn't hit me in the face; I imagined what it would have felt like. A brilliant degree of pain that wouldn’t cool blasted in my shin; I lose my feet, collapse to the floor hard, tears instantly sliding down my face. I felt something warm running down my shin, I couldn’t touch my shin but with watery eyes I saw red, my blood beginning to puddle on the floor.
All that pain, times two, wasn’t hurting me half as much as what I felt when I caught Qwan doing the worst thing ever earlier that night. I could just die. Just fucking die.
Maybe if I don’t answer Pinky she won’t come inside the bathroom, or maybe if I shout ‘I will be out in a minute’ she’d return to the living room where the rest of the family was. Fat chance! Pinky had not even a crumb of respect for privacy. No matter what, she’ll be barging through this door any second. I glanced around at Nathan, pain still firing in my shin, whispering,
“Quick! ... Go inside the shower, quick.”
Nathan hastened, pulling his pants up, stuffing down the tail of his white shirt down his pants in a panicky rush. Pulled up his zipper.
“Make haste Nathan, Make haste. Quick.” I urged him.
The brisk steps of Pinky’s heel thudding down the hallway sounded louder and louder as she came closer to bursting through the bathroom door. The sound ‘clum... Clum ...CLUM!” got more terrifying, I could almost feel the door swinging open. Me getting caught. The beat of my heart was mighty. What the hell would I say? Caught by Pinky made it twelve times worse. Pinky hated my guts for getting the chance to live with Qwan Douglas in luxury, Stony Hill
s, uptown, while she starved in the ghetto, Tivoli, downtown. My heart was skipping beats like a scratch record, I knew how nasty this was going to be. No, I didn't hated Pinky, but she definitely hated me.
The calling was right at the bathroom door,
“Leeeee! You inside the bathroom?” Pinky was right infront the bathroom door, she raucously continued ontop of her big-mouth “You nervous till you can’t stop pee-pee eeh gal.” She burst out in a big mampy-sized laugh, “Or is constipated you constipated in there? ... PEPTO-BISMOLLL!!”
Pinky tested the lock, it was open. I saw the handle turning.
Fuck! My heart galloped. I pushed Nathan towards the shower,
“Quick Nathan.” Poor Nathan got confused, heading towards the face-basin. I pushed him the right way towards the shower. He tried to speak but stumbled over his words,
“But...bu-but -bu...” As he disappeared behind the shower curtain, from the help of me pushing. I dragged the shower curtain, hiding him.
‘Boow!’
The bathroom’s door blasted open, no knock, no finesse, no respect for privacy, the typical Pinky, what if I were on the toilet seat?
“Puss eye gal, what you inside here doing so? You never hear mi calling you?” I ignored her and tried to look calm. “How you look so nervous, like you belly taking you, you have running belly?”
My dress was a little twisted; I twisted it in place casually, not looking at Pinky, as if I weren’t tormented by her barging intrusion, but obviously she was seeing some fluster on my face, at least that was what my guilty heart was pounding in my ears.
“Is you mi a talk to enuh Lee, you never hear mi a call you, you think a dog calling you?” She took one step closer to me, "You couldn’t answer mi?” She was towering over me with her Eiffel-tower height. Her colourful tattooed hand akimboed waiting on a reply. I looked up, but not at her, to the mirror, examining my makeup,
