Luriental
33 / male
Kansas City, Missouri, US
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Secret Sex Party: Beginnings P2 (My fantasized sex story)
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"So? Were your expectations disappointed?" I asked.
"No,... and yes."
"Please explain."
"How you look? You look better than in my insanity moment. But... other things are being let down." I could tell she was hinting at something.
There was a moment's awkward silence before she said "So... ... ... ... ... How do you imagine me?"
"Um," I said, "That you're beautiful. That your lax jeans do a nice job on covering your tight, tattooed ass, and your lax T-shirt does a nice job making your boobs inconspicuous."
"That's all? Nothing else?"
"Nope. No bra, no panties..."
"I mean, you don't imagine what I'd do if I were naked?" She seemed slightly disappointed.
"I think I'd like to save that for reality, so my hopes are never dashed. So, how do you look naked?"
"How did you find out how many cookies you had?" she answered.
"I looked. I came. I saw. I went."
She looked at me steadfast.
"Oh..." said I. I can be dense sometimes.
I stretched out my arms and placed my hands on her shoulders. She did not flinch, so I slowly moved them down the front of her body, going especially slow over her average-sized boobs. When I finally reached the bottom of her shirt, I grabbed it in the front and quickly ripped my hands up, taking off her shirt in one fell swoop (I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra). This caused her to lean back with the velocity and I almost thought she was going to fall backwards. So I dropped the shirt and my right arm swooped behind her back to catch her, placing my hand on her very tight ass right where her tattoo that said "VIRGIN" was, and my mouth dropped to hers as we embraced in a very lovely kiss. And while our tongues waged war with one another, our left hands formed an alliance against a bigger problem; undoing her jeans. And while they were preoccupied, her right hand found its way to my cock and began to pet the creature. Gentle, soft strokes. Likewise, I instructed my left hand to pet her pussy cat while it did its original job. I think I heard her cat purr. Soon, though, my helping hand was able to solely pet. As soon as the jeans were undone and the zipper too, the loose jeans fell down to the ground, revealing no panties. That got me really excited. Our kiss was still going on, and now both our hands were free to do whatever we wished them to do. We continued stroking and petting our pets; her pussy cat and my wiener dog. And my other hand went straight to her vagina and I started giving it massage therapy treatments. She took her free hand and grabbed my hair, causing me to go wherever she pulled. She danced us back some and back some more. I couldn't see where I was going, because I was walking backwards. To my surprise, I suddenly found myself falling. She had led me right to my bed and when the back of my knees hit the top corner of my bed, they buckled and I fell backwards with her laying on top of me. We continued to caress and have a wordless battle of tongues until I felt her hand no longer petting my dog but instead guiding it to chase her cat. I removed my fingers from her vagina and decided to see who won: Cat or Dog. Well, my dog sniffed at the cat then stiffened up, getting ready to chase her. Her cat must have run up a tree, because then my dog kept jumping up trying to get it and kept falling back down again. In the meantime, my hands grabbed her second cheeks and used those as leverage to pull her closer to me so we could tongue-war closer to the enemy. But, as we were half on my bed, gravity claimed her hottiness for himself and started to pull her back to him. I would not let my princess go, however, and pulled her back up to me in the same fashion as I just did. This tug-of-war continued and as gravity started to pull harder I pulled my princess faster and faster and faster, her riding my horse as we escaped gravity's grasp again and again and again. Then I felt a storm brewing as my long, slender ship was about to reach "land ho" and all my sea men piled up front, waiting to charge the beach upon landing. Then it came. The ship landed. The sea men charged. A giant lightning bolt lit up my entire sky with pure white energy and a loud gust of wind, which almost sounded like moaning, could be heard. Our tongues stopped battling at the sight of the blast to witness its magnificence. The storm's rain must have gotten us good, for we were soaking wet.
... A little while later, we were laying on my bed, looking at the ceiling for traces of another storm.
"I'm soaking wet," she said. "May I use your shower?"
"Yes," said I. "I think we both need to bathe."
We got up and proceeded to the shower. When we got there, "I need to pee," I said.
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