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[1stTwistedSistr]

Cherrie..I haven't stopped by here in a while...didn't know what I was missing..Those latest stories you posted were....hmmmm..what's the word I'm looking for here.. Hot isn't good enough, enticing comes closer...riveting perhaps...suffice it to say I enjoyed the read!

I need to remember to stop by here more often.

*lol* Thanks EJ! Glad you liked them... heehee!




Is it the norm for everyone to hijack a thread? Just curious... this is actually the first one I've started that has gone more than a couple of pages!

Does anyone know Gunner? If so will you ask him if he ever finished the rest of his camping story? Please? I would love to see the end result! Thanks in advance!

 

[zetacon4]

OK! OK!

I promise not to post here again, unless it is a story.
And I know Gunner well. He is a great storyteller!
What will you give me in exchange for the rest of his story???

 

[Lance Hardrock]

hijack?

I would never hijack your thread Cherrie. I would like to post another story, but it won't be a true one this time.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Jeez!

You guys take things way too seriously! I was kidding! Sheesh! Frank, if you can get Gunner to post the rest of his story in here, I'll write a story just for your eyes only! Ok?

 

[zetacon4]

Re: Jeez!

You guys take things way too seriously! I was kidding! Sheesh! Frank, if you can get Gunner to post the rest of his story in here, I'll write a story just for your eyes only! Ok?

That's a deal!! I still have part of your story to finish. But I will get it done. Looks like my todo list is getting more and more full!

How were the samples I sent you?

 

[Linedrive]

A little ghost dropped me a pm today and said there was a request to read Part 3 of my camping story. I'd forgotten all about this thread, so I stopped by for a visit. What was going to be a 3 or 4 minute glance over turned into some serious reading.

Great Job everyone on the stories, I love em. I will make it a point to stop by more often and see what I can do about being a better contributer to the cause.

Thanks to 1twistedsist for the thread and request to see the last part of my writing. I shall return with a submission in the very near future.

 

[zetacon4]

Whoopee!!!

Thanks Gunner!

I feel a tingling in my pants already!!

 

[Lance Hardrock]

Hey Zee

Thanks Gunner!

I feel a tingling in my pants already!!

Oh, that's just my bullet vibe. I wondered where I had left it.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

A little ghost dropped me a pm today and said there was a request to read Part 3 of my camping story. I'd forgotten all about this thread, so I stopped by for a visit. What was going to be a 3 or 4 minute glance over turned into some serious reading.

Great Job everyone on the stories, I love em. I will make it a point to stop by more often and see what I can do about being a better contributer to the cause.

Thanks to 1twistedsist for the thread and request to see the last part of my writing. I shall return with a submission in the very near future.

Heh heh! Noooooo problem! How could I not want to see the end result??? And call me Cherrie, please, everyone else does! Thanks for the kudos about the thread, I'm really looking forward to your contributions! Thanks again for sharing with us!

Frank, as soon as Gunner posts the rest of it, the story is yours!

Lance, put your pervy comments somewhere else would ya? Ewww... *lol*

 

[zetacon4]

Re: Hey Zee

Oh, that's just my bullet vibe. I wondered where I had left it.

I wondered what your hand was doing down my pants!!

It felt good. I just couldn't pull it out!

 

[Lance Hardrock]

Are you jealous?

Lance, put your pervy comments somewhere else would ya? Ewww... *lol*

You're jealous cause I didn't leave it in your panties?

 

[zetacon4]

Re: Are you jealous?

You're jealous cause I didn't leave it in your panties?

Good One!!!! Love your quips!

 

[Linedrive]

I just finished wrapping up the camping story, the last 7 paragraphs are new. I hope you aren't dissapointed but there is no further steamy sex scenes in the last part. I've eliminated the story being in parts and now include it as one submission. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

"Camping with Michelle" by Gunner Dailey
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"Hurry up Michelle," I yelled from the car. An entire weekend of camping lay ahead of us, and she’s busy making sure she looks cute. My moment of frustration ended the second she stepped outside in her halter top and cut off jean shorts. I glared through my sunglasses at her sexy, tan legs as she turned and locked the door.

Within minutes we were flying down the highway to our weekend of relaxation and outdoor recreation. Michelle looked great, her brown hair blowing in the breeze and a smile that could melt your heart. I’ve never felt so comfortable around someone before, she had an essence for life that was generally contagious as hell. It was impossible not to have a good time with her.

We passed the time talking about a wide range of topics, she was a great communicator and knew more about human behavior than most people would learn in a lifetime. She was so easy going and understanding, we held a great mutual respect for each other, part of the reason we got along so well.

I think she knew that I lusted after her, but never gave me any indication that our relationship would be anything more than good friends. We both dated other people in the past, and most of the time shared our thoughts, stories and gave each other advice. The plunge from friendship to intimate relationship, would be a big change should it ever occur, but one that I would welcome.

We arrived in the parking lot at the base of Mount Farren, our destination. Getting out of the car to stretch, the breathtaking scenery engulfed us. The entire countryside was covered with a plush, green carpet of vegetation, with several rolling hills leading up to the mountain. The weather that day was beautiful, not a cloud in the sky and the warm sun rays pierced through the clean air. Gathering our belongings and strapping on our gear, we locked the car and began down the trail.

The lower portion of the hike was uneventful, we didn’t talk a lot instead opting to save our breath for the physical workout we were in the midst of. There was something wonderful about being alone with Michelle in the woods, maybe the glimmer of hope that she would see me for more than a friend.

After a couple of hours, we came across a roaring waterfall, dropping from a tree covered ridge above. Quickly agreeing this was a good place to rest, I slid off my pack and helped Michelle out of hers. A semi flat rock nearby offered a make shift bench, and soon we were discussing the beauty of the place over chicken salad sandwiches.

After we finished lunch, it was back on the trail for several more hours. The afternoon sun was beating down, forcing me to constantly wipe the sweat from my brow. We were making good time, and by the early evening we were well into the back woods. We continued hiking until the sun began to slowly sink, at which point we decided to set up camp for the night.

Michelle scurried the area for firewood while I set up the tent. By the time darkness fell, the tent was set up and orange flames licked up from the firepit. The quiet serenity of the wilderness was overpowering, aside from the crackling of wood burning and a few birds chirping, it was completely silent and calm.

Taking out the cast iron skillet, we had our beef stew dinner cooking in no time. Sitting by the fire, I watched the soft orange flow light up her skin, while the flames sparkled in her eyes. Another moment of near surrender to her beauty, I imagined pressing my lips to hers, tasting her soft skin.

We joked and laughed our way through dinner, and on more than one occasion I marveled to myself how everything seemed so perfect. It was like a defining moment in life, the thick cover of trees and wilderness, the uncertainty the darkness brought, the hope, the perfect girl.

After dinner we talked for a while longer and I played my harmonica softly for a few minutes. As the fire died down we decided it was time to turn in for the night. Following Michelle into the small tent, we threw our sleeping bags out and crawled inside.

Lying down next to hear I could hear my heart beating and never did I feel so close and so full of lust. Despite being in our own sleeping bags, we still snuggled close to keep warm. She put her legs on top of mine, instantly sending me into a state of arousal. It seems so ridiculous for such a simple gesture to have that affect, but just feeling her only drove the stake of lust deeper into me.

Feeling her roll over to face me, I could feel her warm breath just inches away. In the complete darkness I felt her lips softly press against mine. My heart nearly jumped through my chest, but it all seemed like destiny. In seconds our mouths were parted and our tongues entwined. That first kiss was exactly how I’d imagined it would be, she set me on fire.

Feeling her pull back from me, I quickly realized her intentions when she began sliding inside of my sleeping bag. Her body felt so good next to mine, our feet playfully rubbed against each others as we embraced closely and she slowly brought her lips to mine again. The moment was so erotic, not being able to see her, yet I could feel and taste her. Not being able to hear her, yet no words were necessary.

Her hand ran up the inside of my shirt, sending a warm feeling throughout my body. My arousal only grew when her fingers began rubbing lightly across my nipple, pinching and squeezing it. My entire body was in a heightened frenzy, anticipating her next move.

Her lips kissed down along my neck, and within seconds I could feel her tongue teasing along my stomach. My cock was hard with desire, a moment that I’d waited so long for, longer than most would. I felt her fingers untying the string in my waistband, causing me to breath heavy for a moment. Her soft fingers tugged at my pants, which quickly slid off.

I felt her hand take hold of my hard cock and lightly stroke it up and down several times. I could feel her warm breath nearby, and the second she licked some of the precum from me, a jolt of feelings ran through me. Her lips slid over the top of me as she took me into her mouth, causing a loud moan that echoed deeply in the tent.

Within seconds her lips were working up and down the length of my shaft, which was thick with desire. Her head moved the blanket up and down as she continued her oral assault on my cock. I could feel the pressure building and knew that there was no way I could hold out for much longer, not after waiting this long.

Placing my hand on the blanket over her head, I urged her on. My muscles started to tighten and a shot of heat ran the length of my body. "Oh fuck I’m going to cum," was all the warning I could muster, as I held her head tightly against me. My cock exploded inside of her mouth, painting her tongue with several burst of my warm, thick seed, Keeping her lips tightly around me, she quickly devoured any potential mess. With her hand she stroked my cock back and forth, tasting the last drops. Emerging from under my sleeping bag, she kissed me softly on the cheek and said, "goodnight."

Laying there completely out of breath, my heart was rocketing in my chest and my lust for the girl went off the charts. She nuzzled her head against my chest, and we slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon cooking and the sounds of firewood crackling. Michelle was not inside of the tent, instantly guessing she was outside cooking. Stepping out from under the canvas ceiling, I was greeted by the warm rays of the sun, striking through a partly cloudy sky. Michelle was knelt down beside the fire, flipping several pieces of bacon over on the skillet. Making eye contact and exchanging smiles, I approached her with the night before still hanging heavy on my mind.

"Did you sleep well…?" she asked, grabbing for her cup of coffee.

"I slept very well," I answered, adding, "You walked me through a fantasy land last night you know…?"

Smiling, she rose to her feet and began walking back to the tent. I watched her walking off and without turning around, she replied back, "I’m hardly done with you Christian."

I felt a surge of energy and anticipation the moment her words rung through my ears. "I’m hardly done with you Christian," six words that spurned a flood of arousal in me and left me on the verge of begging. Following breakfast, we broke down our camp and strapped on our packs. A six hour hike waited ahead, with a good percentage of it moving uphill. By ten o’clock, we were an hour down the trail and the morning clouds were beginning to burn off. I kept a handkerchief grasped in my hand, suitable to wipe the moisture from my brow and forehead.

Michelle was in very good shape, and keeping up with her wasn’t the easiest task. Often lingering twenty or thirty feet behind her, it was impossible to look ahead and not focus my attentions on her sleek, tan legs emerging from her cutoff jean shorts. Her backside was already a solid source for my fantasies, and having it tucked snugly into a tight pair of shorts a few feet in front of me, wasn’t making things any easier.

Stepping through the broken rocks and loose gravel, I began thinking about the study that says men think about sex 260 times in a day. After wondering who did the research on that project, I quickly resigned myself to the fact that with me it was more like 260 times in the last hour. Or maybe it only counts as once if you think about sex for the entire hour consecutively…?

My mind played out every possible dirty scenario it could think of with her. The one where she invites me into a hot, steamy shower and kneels before me on the floor of the tub, beckoning for me to cover her in my sex. The one where I catch her masturbating, but she doesn’t see me. The vision of being in a 69 with her is another strong one, feeling her soft lips and tasting her.

"Are you ready to take a break…?" Michelle suddenly asked in the midst of one of my day dreams.

"Sure, let’s hike up to that little ridge," I replied pointing uphill a few hundred yards. We continued for a couple more minutes before the ground leveled out. A small grassy plateau greeted us, and we were both happy to be on level ground. The view was breathtaking, with an ocean of green covering the countryside below. The sun beat down, lighting up several of the lakes below in a sparkling orchestra.

"Wow," she said quietly, smiling and breathing in the clean air. A soft breeze swept across the hillside, scattering her locks across her face. She was beautiful, she was real and she was driving me crazy. I had been helplessly horny the entire day, and decided without shame that this was a good time to do something about it.

Informing Michelle I had to take a bathroom break, I turned towards a small wooded grove a short distance away. Knowing that in moments I would be jerking myself off, my cock hardened slightly. Reaching the cover of the trees, I quickly worked the buttons free on my jeans. Wasting no time, my hand disappeared inside of the waistband on my boxer briefs and emerged seconds later with my semi-erect cock.

Closing my eyes, my hand began softly stroking up and down the length of my shaft, which was thickening as the seconds passed. My thoughts began racing, envisioning her kneeling before me, with her mouth slightly parted. Her tongue sliding across her lips, and begging to taste me.

Those thoughts alone brought my cock to full thickness, hard with anticipation and grinding away in my hand. I began a long and systematic stroking, working the entire length up and down. I could tell this would be quick, my level of arousal was determined to ensure that.

I could feel my body twitch slightly, and a warm rush the length of my spine. My muscles clinches in anticipation, my hand continuing to stroke up and down, faster and faster. The second I reached the point of no turning back, a soft moan escaped from my lips and I opened my eyes.

I looked down just as the first burst of my sticky seed exploded from my cock onto the ground. Pulling back and then thrusting forward through my closed hand, another burst of cum shot out and hit the ground. Repeating this several times, my body began to breakdown as I panted heavily. Squeezing the last bits of my juice onto the ground, I returned my cock to its cotton prison and buttoned my pants.

Emerging from the woods I could see Michelle sitting on a log and eating a light snack. Joining her, we seemed to spot the approaching rain clouds at the same time. The veil of cloudy blackness was quickly approaching, and the last thing either of us wanted was to be caught in the rain without shelter.

In just a few moments we had the tent staked out and our packs put away inside. Not more than twenty minutes later, the storm hit and we scurried inside of the tent, zipping it closed. Sitting inside, we could hear the pellets of rain begin to beat against the side of the canvas.

We spent the first few minutes laughing and making casual talk. With no sign of the rain letting up, we both drifted off to sleep. Late in the afternoon I was awoken by a calm, quietness. Seeing Michelle was still sleeping, I scurried to the door of the tent, and unzipped it. Peaking out I noticed the rain was gone, though some of the dark clouds still hung in the area.

Returning to my sleeping bag, I stretched out on my side facing Michelle. With my head resting on my arm, I stared at her sleeping a few feet away with admiration. Her soft skin was so desirable, forcing a previously unknown amount of restraint to keep from touching her. Her lips were thin and delicate, reminding me how bad I wanted to taste them in a kiss. Her silky hair hung like a curtain, partially concealing her face and flowing down onto her shoulders.
Rolling over onto my back, a short sigh escaped from my chest. After a few minutes, I rolled back over and faced Michelle once again. "Hey," I said in her direction, hoping to wake her quietly.

Her eyes popped open and she grinned in my direction. "It’s not raining anymore," anticipating the news would bring a smile to her face.

"I don’t want to hike anymore today Christian," she said pulling her covers up to her neck. Agreeing that we could use the rest and the weather might not cooperate, we both quickly resigned to the fact we would just camp here for the night. We agreed that a firewood gathering was necessary and we both slid back into our boots for the short venture. We walked along the backside of one of the nearby hills until we found a grove of dead birch trees. Our mission was quickly cut short when the rain began lightly misting down. Knowing it could turn to a heavy rain with no warning, we filled our arms with the wood available and began a hasteful march back to the tent.

Halfway there the rain began falling harder and our boots were soon struggling through mud. With our trip hampered by the loads we were carrying, we agreed to dump the firewood and get back to the tent. After a few minutes of a slow jog, we reached the tent and were quickly zipped inside.

Michelle’s clothes were soaked, her sopping hair hanging straight down. Her cheeks were slightly red, and my eyes chased a few raindrops that escaped down her neck. Caring little about inhibitions, I was quickly struggling out of my wet clothes. Once my soaked boxers hit the floor, my naked body slid inside the warm comfort of the sleeping bag.

Laying on my back with the covers pulled up to my chin, my eyes focused on Michelle. Her fingers worked the buttons on her shirt free, and within seconds she slid out of it and began unsnapping her bra. I watched as her breasts fell out of the cups, exposing themselves to my sight for the first time. They were perfect handful, nice tan aereolas and her nipples poked outward. Her fingers grabbed ahold of the waistband on her pants, and she worked them down off her hips. I carefully watched her sexy legs step free from her jeans, kicking the wet garments away from the bedding. After tearing her wet socks off, she grabbed her panties and tugged them off. I could see the small strip of brown pubic hair between her legs, a sight that brought instant thoughts of sin.

She tore the sleeping bag off my chest, and slipped gracefully inside of it next to me. We faced each other for a second, studying the reaction and trying to read each others thoughts. Leaning forward towards her, our lips met softly and then parted. Her tongue ran across mine, licking and nibbling on my lip and forcing my tongue to dance with hers. I could feel my cock hardening against the skin of her lower stomach, something she undoubtedly felt as well. Still kissing her, I felt her hand take hold of my cock and begin stroking up and down the length of it.

I slid my hand along the curve of her hip, cutting across her stomach to settle in between her legs. Feeling her part them slightly, my fingers began parting the outer lips of her pussy. She was warm and within seconds my finger began softly rubbing in a circular motion on her clit. She shoved her tongue deep into my mouth the second I hit her clit, and moaned softly in delight.

Kissing along her cheek, my lips traced a trail of desire along her neck and down onto her collarbone. Following a few soft kisses there, I quickly had her nipple between my lips, nibbling and flicking it lightly with my tongue. I alternated between kissing around on her flesh and teasing her nipples, which were hardening by the second.

Confident she was aroused, my tongue launched a bold invasion down her stomach, feeling her squirm the lower I went. Tucked deep inside of the sleeping bag, I grasped ahold of the inside of each thigh with my hands. She parted her legs wide open, inviting me into her temple to taste her pleasures. My tongue began licking up and down the length of her pussy, taking extra precautions not to press to far into her folds…I had to tease this kitty first. My tongue would mix in an occasionally light flick across her clit, usually enough to send her body into a small seizure.

Her hands ran through my hair, telling her story of arousal in powerful motions. She pulled on my hair, beckoning me to taste her closer and deeper. Pulling the outer lips of her pussy apart, my lips took her hardened clit into my mouth. Mixing a soft sucking motion and running my tongue across it in my mouth, she moaned heavily and wiggled around for a couple seconds.

I sucked on my finger for a second, covering it with a coat of lubricating saliva. With my tongue returning to her clit, my fingers slid down along her pussy and past her opening. After sliding over another inch of very sensitive skin, my finger pressed softly against her asshole. Seconds later she was moaning loudly, grinding her clit against my face and clinched her ass around my finger.

After a few seconds of fucking her in the ass with my finger, I emerged from under the sleeping bag with the fresh taste of her filling my mouth. Tearing the sleeping bag away, I looked down at her swollen lips and the hard little button peaking out. Taking hold of my hard cock, I guided the head to her sopping entrance and pressed inside. Inch by inch I watched as my cock disappeared inside of her. Her warmth was overwhelming, and soon I was coated with her sex.

For a few minutes I fucked her slowly and deliberately, pressing in as deep as possible and grinding together with her. After I established a steady rhythm of penetration, she brought her hand to her clit and sent her fingers diving in. Moans from both of us filled the tent, ringing out over the soft rain hitting the side.

"Oh God, keep that up and I’m gonna cum," she blurted out in a slutty voice. She felt so good, this was everything I had dreamed and hoped for, and it was far exceeding the expectations or the fantasy. Continuing to thrust in and out of her, I could see her lips stretched tightly around me, grabbing ahold of my girth each time I withdrew. "Oh fuck," she began hollering as her body twitched and shook.

"I’m gonna cum, oh God yes!" she bellowed out through clinched teeth. I felt her entire body shake and listened to a chorus of "ooh’s" and "Oh god’s" for the next few minutes. Her fingers were firing across the wet slickness of her clit, and within seconds I could feel the warm rush of her cum.

Spurned on from her verbal antics and the events of the day, I began a ritual of quick and fast strokes, driving my manhood in and out of her. I could feel an orgasm approaching, and quickly withdrew my cock from her. Still stroking it, the first eruption of cum hit her stomach, with subsequent streams landing on her legs an thin strip of pubic hair. Breathing hard and uncurling my toes, I rolled over onto my back.

"The best sex ever," was the first though to cross my mind, but then desire and lust will swing your choices accordingly. We kissed and talked for another hour, and snuggled closely in the warmth of my sleeping bag. I was satisfied she might be looking at me as more than a friend, at least my hopes thought so. As I slowly drifted off to sleep, I quietly prayed for rain the next day.

The following morning I awoke to the soft patter of rain drops hitting against the tent. The air was humid and carried the
smell of fresh rain with it. Looking over at Michelle, she was still sound asleep and curled up tightly inside of my sleeping bag. Stepping outside I could see my breath in the chilly air, and felt the light drizzle on my skin.

My mind was still actively engaged to the previous nights affair, I couldn’t get the sound of her whispers or the taste of her skin out of my thoughts. Euphoria reigns supreme in the kingdom where fantasy turns to reality. Whether it was the purely erotic vision of her eyes peaking out from under the wet strands of her hair, or the innocent vision of her childish giggle and smiles at every passing turn, she was incredible and didn’t even know it.

Retreating inside of the tent, I found Michelle was awake. Her brown eyes peered up at me, "Good morning." While we chatted for a few minutes, I put to rest the idea that I wasn’t beginning to have some strong feelings towards her. After cleaning up and packing our gear, we decided to hike that morning, despite the light drizzle.

Once the camp sight was clean and the tent securely put away, we began up the trail. The low ceiling of clouds painted the sky dark gray as far as one could see. The ominous feeling of the morning only heightened with the low growl of thunder in the distance.

We reached a rocky ridge line that led towards the summit to the east. The spot provided a perfect vantage point to see the wide valley’s on both sides, covered in thick foliage and splintered with several small creeks and streams. A small grove of birch trees provided us a momentary escape from the rain. We slipped off our packs and used them as a makeshift bench for the moment. We chatted about the weather and the rest of the hike for several minutes, then Michelle leaned forward and without warning, pressed her lips against mine. The moment of surprise quickly gave way to surrender, as my lips met her’s with fiery aggression. Her hand gently held my cheek, and I could tell this kiss was more than a prelude to sex. Pulling back with a smile, the words seemed to roll off her lips, "I love you," she said, adding, "I always have."

Her words struck a chord deep inside of me. These were the words I’d longed to hear, the words that every fantasy I’d ever had was wrapped around. A writer couldn’t sit down and write a better ending than this, and the best part is the fact it was really just the beginning.

Check in on a story in the works, "Amongst Friends", which explains how I came to find out some interesting things that Michelle and a few of her girlfriends like to share.

 

[Linedrive]

And because I don't want to disapoint your pervs, I've included one other submission. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

"Entertaining Her Friend" by Gunner Dailey
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It struck me when I least expected it. One of those moments when the world seemed to stop and nothing else really mattered. The warmth of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes and the sound of your voice were all that it took to tear into me when I was most vulnerable. I wanted to run away with you, take you far from the troubles and tribulations that day to day life offered. I wanted to rescue you from the monotony and lack of anything remotely exciting, and take you to another world, a new perspective.

You were so pretty and didn’t even know it. The summer dress that hugged your body fit your style so perfectly, only accenting your beauty and grace. My mind entertained visions of the colorful material lying on my bedroom floor, while your naked body stretched across the bed.

By eleven o’clock the club was packed with people, the music blared through the dimly lit rooms and halls. "Would you like to dance," I asked with a smile. Nodding, you extended your hand towards me and we made a path through the crowd to the dance floor. The floor was crowded with younger people, couples, and small groups of women, all moving in unison to the beat of the music.

This wasn’t Saturday night at the dance hall back home, or anything even remotely close. You weren’t going to find the Miami Sound Machine or Run DMC playing here, this was strictly a grunge club. From the clothes and hairstyles to the music and decor of the place, this was a different setting than you were accustomed to. The sounds of Stone Temple Pilots, Nirvana, Soundgarden, Disturbed and many others seem to be the popular choices.

As the song faded out, the dance floor thinned out a little, but it only lasted a moment. When Nirvana’s "You know you’re right" started playing, the floor was again flooded. We were crowded closely together, my hands firmly on your hips. Smiling, you pulled me against you, running your hands in my hair on across my face. We made eye contact and a flood of emotions ran through me. Moving against your body with the music, the darkness and mass of people pressed together had an erotic feeling to it. The sound of Cobain’s sorrowed voice started singing…

I would never bother you,
I would never promise to,
I will never follow you,
I will never bother you,
Never say a word again,
I will crawl away for good,

Glancing to our right I could see two girls in the midst of a deep kiss. I could see their tongues playing together as their bodies moved and swayed. They pressed their foreheads together, lips only inches apart and starred at each other with no expression. Despite the lack of words, there was a lot going on there. We continued to dance closely, paying close attention to the feel of your soft curves on my rough hands.

I will move away from here,
You won't be afraid of fear,
If I was put into this,
I always knew it would come to this,
Things have never been so swell,
And I have never failed to fail,

I was mildly surprised when I noticed you were singing along with the song, I wasn’t aware you were a Nirvana fan. From everything I’d been told, you liked country music. Every bit of your body worked together to tease me, making me want you even more. The music continued to play, keeping us traveling down this path of seduction without regards. You pulled me towards you and pressed your lips against mine. They were so soft and delicate, but full of fire and passion. Our mouths parted and our tongues met, spending several moments together.

It's so warm and calm inside,
I no longer have to hide,
There's talk about someone else,
Steaming, soon begins to melt,
Nothin' really bothers her,
She just wants to love herself,

Your lips pulled away from me, but not far. With one hand on my hip and the other cradling my face, you mouthed out a simple "yum". Our eyes were locked together, bodies continuing to move in unison to the music. The scene was surprisingly erotic, forcing me to recognize that I wanted you at that moment worse than anything in recent memory, maybe ever.

It felt as though a world of eyes were upon us, but it didn’t matter. The heavy bass beat sounded great, breathing life into the club and the people lucky enough to be there. Cobain’s voice continued to call out…

I will move away from here,
You won't be afraid of fear,
No thought was put into this,
I always knew it'd come to this,
Things have never been so swell,
And I have never failed to fail,

As he launched into a series of prolonged cries of "pain", the music began to die down. Once the song ended I took your hand and led you back to our table. After talking for a few minutes and finishing our drinks, you indicated you were ready to leave. Not sure what was around the corner, I burned in anticipation.

Walking out of the club into the clear night air, we held hands walking through the parking lot. When we reached my truck, I opened the door for you and climbed in. As I turned the key over and started the engine, I felt your lips against my neck. Afraid to move and kill the moment, I sat in an aroused state that beckoned to inhale every single second of this. Your soft kisses sent a rush of warmth through my body, your tongue taught me the meaning of restraint.

Without interrupting, your hands worked the buttons open on my shirt, leaving my chest exposed in only seconds. Your fingers quickly entangled themselves amongst the hair on my chest, breaking away to graze across my skin with your nails. Our lips met with a lot more fire and passion than earlier. After a few seconds, your tongue began tracing a trail over my collarbone and onto my chest. After several seconds of lightly flicking my nipples, your journey continued south, following a thin, defined trail of hair to my navel.

"Take it out," your ordered in a hasty voice, "Let me see it." Knowing damn well you weren’t talking about my wallet, my fingers raced to the buttons on my jeans. In seconds the front of my pants fell open, exposing the white cotton boxer briefs I had on underneath. The fact I was aroused was brutally apparent by the large bulge sticking into the cotton material. Sliding a hand underneath the waistband, I retrieved the object of your desire. Thick with desire and long on lust, I watched as the look of approval blanketed your face. When you let out a muffled "mmmmm", it only confirmed it.

Leaning back, I studied your face as you began moving in. A chill struck when your hand took hold of me at the base, and began a slow ritual of moving up and down. Your eyes remained focused, your hand spreading evil thoughts to your mind. Watching as you lowered your head, I was overcome with warmth as you slipped your lips over me, and took me into your mouth. My left hand took hold of a few locks of your hair, instantly filling me with a sense of power and domination. My right hand slid along your back until it reached the bottom of your dress.

A rhythmic devouring was quickly underway, as your hand and mouth worked passionately on my manhood. Sliding my hand under your dress, I followed the silky cloth path down between your legs. Slipping a finger underneath the seam, I lightly pulled your panties aside and sent a finger running the length of your sex. I could feel the moisture in the cloth of your panties and the warmth radiating off my fingers.

After a few moments of teasing you, my finger slid down onto your clit with a slight amount of pressure, and quickly launched into a circular pattern over your hardening button. Moaning softly, I tightened the grip on your hair and continued to urge you on. "I can’t take this anymore," you announced to my surprise, quickly adding, "I need to be fucked, and now."
If it was possible for me to get any harder than I already was, that just inspired it.

I released your hair and watched as you slid your panties completely off and dropped them to the floorboard of the truck. Lifting your dress up over your hips, you quickly positioned yourself on all fours on the padded seat. Sliding my jeans down below my knees, I crawled up behind you onto the seat . I could see you watching me over your shoulder, licking your lips in anticipation.

Pressing slightly into you I was welcomed by heated moan from your throat. Pressing forward, I watched you consume me entirely, inch by inch. In seconds my groin was pressed against your rounded curves, and the constricted feeling of you stretched around me was overwhelming. Withdrawing forced another moan from your lips, a mere appetizer for the long groan you released as I thrusted back inside of you.

Within moments we were moving together in what felt more like animalistic mating than anything else. You wanted it and needed it, I wanted it and needed it. The fires were burning and the sound of moans and groans filled the cab of the truck. For the next few minutes we fucked in ritualistic fashion, inhaling the smell of sex and the sounds of our exchange.

"I’m gonna cum," you said in an alarmingly clear voice, just seconds before you began grinding hard against me. A prolonged series of "oh God’s" and "yes’s" led your body into a quivering mess as you came hard. I enjoyed the sheer pleasure your body shared at that moment, thanking me in a heightened appreciation.

"Keep going, I’m gonna cum again," managed to escape your lips, prompting me to thrust in and out of you with increased speed and pressure. I could feel your fingers between your legs working your clit, watching as your mouth fought to minimize the moans and gasps.

I could feel myself getting closer as well, and knew that it would only be moments until the climax. "Oh I’m gonna cum," you stated in a frenzy, punctuating it with a few moans. Your body quivered again and I felt the warm rush inside of you. Reaching a point of no return, I ground deep inside of you and came. Accompanied by a feeling of raw power and domination, I slowed the thrusts before withdrawing.

We spent a few moments cleaning and straightening up, before pulling out of the parking lot. My weakened knees pressed into the gas pedal, and we were soon flying down the highway. The trip back to my house was brief, we smiled and talked, sharing a few laughs.

Once back at my place, my wife greeted us both with a devilish smile. "Did you have a good time?" she asked curiously. We both agreed it was a very hot encounter, and lived up to every expectation. Approaching me, she reached up and kissed me on the lips, and whispered a soft "thank you" in my ear. I smiled, with the thought of "no, thank you" dominating my mind. How many guys have a wife that let’s you fuck her friends after all…?

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

(((shiver))) Oh my God Gunner...

*Cherrie falls to her knees at your feet in supplication, whimpering, "we are not worthy" again and again!*

Thank you sweety! I loved the ending, it was perfect!


As for the other story... the perv in me thanks you! *giggling*

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Re: Are you jealous?

You're jealous cause I didn't leave it in your panties?

Not hardly!

 

[lovemetender]

just catching up on some reading & as usual some very good stuff

& cherrie that part about this not being a pickup joint had me LMAO....that was a classic

 

[zetacon4]

Gunner!!!!!!!!!!

You are the MAN!!!!!!

Just loved both stories emensely! You have such an easy flowing style and I never have to backtrack to re-read a sentence!
Thank you ever so much.

I can only imagine how hot you got Cherrie reading those stories.
She's going to take it out on me in her story!!!!!
I feel a hot cybersex story coming on!!!

 

[Linedrive]

Thanks, glad you enjoyed the stories. The bits of feedback are always encouraging and generally provide the inspiration for future writings. There are alot of good writers around, I'm just happy to have a forum to post to.

'Slut by Night' by Gunner Dailey
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Your birthday was rapidly approaching and I had finalized our plans for that evening. I only told you we were going out to dinner, and to have a few drinks afterwards. Suspense was on tonight's menu.

After an hour you emerged from the bathroom looking extremely hot. Your short skirt and boots showed off your sexy legs, your makeup highlighted your eyes and lips along with your pretty face, and your hair looked great. The black top you were wearing made your breasts look full and ripe, and showed a healthy amount of cleavage.

After putting on my jeans and a dress shirt, I finished up and proclaimed us ready to go. Dinner was nice, we ate at a steak house, enjoyed some good conversation and a few drinks as well. On more than one occasion during the evening you kept remarking how horny you were.

We left the steakhouse and you were in the unknown until we pulled into the parking lot of the Trapline. We found our way inside and sat in a booth in the back. It was a pretty quiet night, and the club was lightly populated. We ordered a few drinks and watched the various dancers.

You moved yourself to sit in a position where I could see up your skirt, and much to my surprise you were not wearing any panties. Through the dim light I could see the faint outline of your pussy hiding in the shadows between your legs. Sliding over next to you, and looking around to make sure it was safe, I slid my hand up the soft skin of the inside of your leg. Slowly my hand made its way to your pussy, where my fingers took over.

With a slight smirk on your face, you continued to watch the dancer on stage, seemingly oblivious to my fingers, which were now working their way through the skin folds of your pussy and to your clit. I was pleasantly happy to find you soaked, and my index finger easily slid inside. My forefinger lightly grazed over your clit, rubbing it back and forth. Every so often you would bite your lower lip just a bit, or make some other subtle gesture that let me know you were appreciating the attention.

As the waitress approached I removed my hand and we ordered another round of beers. As soon as the waitress left you quickly proclaimed how horny you were. We sat back for the next few minutes drinking and watching the dancers. I noticed a younger guy kept looking over at us, seemingly interested in catching a peak up your skirt if my instincts were correct. He tried to be sly sneaking glimpses, but I knew the tricks, and within a few minutes there was little doubt in my mind that was his motive.

He was there with another guy, but his friend was transfixed on the dancers working themselves on stage, and didn’t pay any attention to us. After a few minutes I excused myself to go to the restroom. Once inside the restroom, I began to relieve myself when the guy that was staring a lot walked in. I could tell he got nervous the moment he saw me, probably anticipating me saying something to him.

"Are you trying to look at my wife’s pussy?" I asked, in a serious voice.

Surprised, he turned to me and replied, "No man, no way."

"It’s okay," I said, adding, "She does have a very beautiful pussy."

Surprised he smiled and said, "I bet, she is a hottie."

Wiping my hands off with a papertowel, I said, "I’ll see if I can get you a good view."

The guy didn’t say anything, just smiled. I left the bathroom and returned to where you were sitting in the booth. We talked for a few moments and continued to watch the dancers. I noticed the guy take his seat and down the remainder of his beer. Every few moments he would glance over and I could see the small smirk on his face.

After a few minutes you asked me, "What’s with that guy down there, he keeps looking up here and smiling?"

I wasn’t surprised you noticed and responded, "He told me in the bathroom that he thinks you are a hottie.

Looking at me, we both smiled. I leaned over and whispered into your ear, "Why don’t you flash him your pussy?"

You maneuvered yourself into a position where you were facing in his direction with your legs slightly bent, but resting on the table. I watched as he glanced over in our direction. At the same time I could see your legs spread apart and knew that he was looking at your cleanly shaven pussy under your skirt.

He smiled and nodded in our direction. I was pretty sure he was happy with that, but I was surprised when I saw you slide your hand down between your legs. As I leaned forward I could see your fingers playing with your pussy. Glancing back in his direction I could see him staring, and almost salivating. I sat back and watched for the next few minutes as you continued to finger your pussy for his enjoyment.

Every so often you would look in my direction and remind me how horny you were. By this time my cock was rock hard, and thick in my boxer briefs. You putting on this show was turning me on big time. Any question of whether you were drunk or not was answered when you leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I want to suck his cock."

Immediately a stunned feeling overcame me, but within seconds it was replaced by very horny thoughts, and my cock even hardened further. The next time he glanced over, I motioned for him to come over. Looking around to make sure I was motioning to him, he got up and came over to our booth.

"Hi, my name is Ryan," he said as he extended his hand. We both shook his hand and extended a greeting. He took a seat on the other side of you, still looking slightly nervous. He couldn’t have been any older than 21 or 22, and didn’t come across as the aggressive type.

Trying to break the tension a little, I looked to him and asked, "Ryan, did you like the view of Kylie’s pussy?" He smiled and blushed slightly, answering ‘yes’. The combination of the alcohol and the compliments had a smile across your face as well. Sitting between us, I reached over and pulled up your skirt very slowly. I watched his eyes as he stared intently at the increasing amount of skin emerging from under the material. Within a few moments I pulled the cloth up over your pussy, and you spread your legs to expose your wet, little honeypot to us.

Turning to Ryan, you politely asked him to finger your pussy. Quick to oblige, his fingers darted down into your snatch and began slowly and methodically rubbing your hard clit. Your head went back and a soft groan emerged from your lips. He brought his fingers to his mouth several times to taste you, then immediately went back down to your pussy.
While he was still fingering you, you leaned back and whispered in my ear, "Can I suck his cock?"

Putting my mouth to your ear, I replied, "Yes, but not in here. Let’s go out to the truck." We paused for a few moments and engaged in a long wet kiss. You were so turned on sucking on my tongue while Ryan’s fingers roamed through your pussy.

Breaking away from my lips, you looked at Ryan, "Let’s go outside, I want to suck you off." Surprised, I could tell he was as aroused as me when we got up to leave. We walked outside and to our truck parked in the back corner of the lot. We all walked around to the passenger side, where the truck blocked the view from the parking lot.

You wasted no time, putting a jacket down on the pavement, you quickly hit your knees. I watched as your fingers unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his zipper down. I slowly began unzipping my jeans as well. Your hands carefully reached into his underwear, and emerged with his hard cock in them. Pulling out my own cock, which was thick and hard, I slowly began stroking it. Taking a quick moment to wet your lips, your tongue began licking up and down his shaft, causing him to moan. After a few moments of this, your lips parted over the head of his cock and your head slowly lowered down onto his shaft. Within seconds you had his cock deep in your throat, buried up to his balls.

One of your hands grabbed firmly ahold of my cock and began stroking it. As your mouth backed off him and his cock reemerged, your other hand grabbed his cock near the base. It surely must have been a feeling of power having two hard cocks in your hands, and two men at your mercy.

Over the next few minutes you alternated sucking Ryan and me off. Back and forth, soon both of our cocks were covered in your saliva. You must have felt him getting close, while still stroking his cock you looked up at him and said, "I want you to cum all over my face." That did it for him, and he began to slightly moan. Continuing to stroke his cock just inches above your face, your mouth was open in anticipation and your tongue eagerly awaited his cum. After a few seconds, he exploded a stream of cum onto your tongue. You eagerly licked up whatever hit your tongue, spitting some out so it dripped down your chin.

Watching you in such a slutty position sent me over the deep end. You turned your head just in time, and cum erupted from my cock onto your already covered face, lips and chin. Within seconds you had a healthy amount of cum in your mouth and on your face. You lowered your mouth back over his cock and sucked him completely dry. Then you lowered your mouth over my cock and did the same. We grabbed a towel and cleaned you up, and after many thanks, Ryan returned inside the club.

"I am so horny," you said, "I need to get fucked."

"Wait here," I said, "I will be right back." After two minutes I returned to the truck with the guy that was sitting with Ryan. Not even taking time to ask his name, you leaned back in the seat and spread your legs. Your sopping pussy opened right up, and Ryan’s friend lowered his head in between your legs. Within seconds his tongue had found your clit, and he was eating your pussy. I could tell you liked it, evident from your hands firmly holding the back of his head against your pussy tightly. By this time you were moaning and groaning loud, very horny from sucking two cocks just a few minutes earlier.

For the next few minutes I sat and kept watch for other people, but spent a fair amount of the time watching the expression on your face from having your pussy eaten by a stranger. After several long moans, you announced you were going to cum and ground your pussy hard onto his mouth. Your body shuddered as you released a powerful orgasm.

This had me aroused again, and my cock was hard in my pants again. I directed Ryan’s friend to get into the backseat. Climbing in the backseat as well, I positioned you doggie style, with your ass and pussy facing me. While I slowly began working my cock between your legs, I watched as you wasted no time in pulling his cock out and dropping your mouth over it. He grabbed a thick handful of your hair and guided your head up and down on his cock.

The head of my cock slowly pushed through your folds, and slid right into your sopping wet pussy. Within seconds I began thrusting in and out of you. As I fucked away on you, I watched as you continued to suck this other guy off. After a few moments he proclaimed he was going to cum, at which point you swallowed his entire cock in your throat. As I continued pumping away at your pussy, I saw cum seeping from your lips down his cock. Thrusting into you again, I felt my own orgasm coming on. I pulled my cock out and shot a load of cum all over your ass. You continued to suck him until you had swallowed every last drop. We again cleaned you up, bid this other guy a nice night and headed home.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Damnit Gunner! Fuck I love the way you write! Keep them cummin' darlin... I could read you all night! All day, all morning, all afternoon... (((shivering)))

Now I'm sure you'll excuse me while I go take care of myself... *giggling* Whew! and Wow!

 

[zetacon4]

Damnit Gunner! Fuck I love the way you write! Keep them cummin' darlin... I could read you all night! All day, all morning, all afternoon... (((shivering)))

Now I'm sure you'll excuse me while I go take care of myself... *giggling* Whew! and Wow!

Oooo! May I crawl up between your legs and watch!!? Now, that sure beats watching TV any ole time!!

 

[Linedrive]

Hi Cherrie,

Thanks again, like I said...just happy to have a forum to post them in.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

Hi Cherrie,

Thanks again, like I said...just happy to have a forum to post them in.

And I'm oh-so-happy to have been able to provide it for you!

 

[Linedrive]

The Side of the Road

Looking at my watch, I quickly realized that we had been at the club for over three hours, and I was ready to get the girls home for some actual participating. As we reached the car, I turned around and noticed that Michelle was getting into the backseat with Sarah. I felt an instant rush of arousal, grinning to myself.

Less than a mile down the road, I can see the two of them kissing in the backseat, through the rearview mirror. Alternating my eyes between the mirror and the road, I continued to watch as their lips pressed together and their tongues slid back and forth, playing with each others. Adjusting slightly in the seat of my truck, my cock was so hard it hurt.

By the time I hit the on ramp for the highway, Sarah had Michelle’s blouse unbuttoned and was slowly kissing over her collarbone. Traffic was light that evening, and my view was now confined to periodic flashes of light that managed to elude the tinting on my windows. Watching in the mirror was almost like watching one of those old black and white movies that skips frames. While my eyes were being entertained at the different perspective of watching Michelle and Sarah, my mind already had the two of them at home.

Turning on the radio, I glanced over my right shoulder just in time to see Sarah’s tongue flicking on Michelle’s nipple. Her fingers were sliding up the inside of Michelle’s thighs, something I wished the view was better for.

With still 30 minutes left in the trip home, Michelle leaned forward and whispered in my ear to find somewhere to pull over. I had long resorted to the fact that Michelle just got horny when we were going anywhere in the car more than 10 miles. On many occasions in the past during trips, we’d pull off the road and fuck in the woods or somewhere nearby.

Taking the next exit from the highway, I spotted a mall nearby that was basically deserted by this time of night. Parking the truck away from any other vehicles, I locked the door and turned up the stereo. Turning around I could see Michelle’s hands emerge from under Sarah’s skirt, holding the skinny white cloth of her panties.

Sarah adjusted slightly in the seat, pulling her skirt up and exposing her pussy. My eyes burned as I watched Michelle lower her head between Sarah’s legs. Sarah immediately let out a long moan the minute Michelle tasted her, and wasted no time in wrapping her hands around Michelle’s head.

I couldn’t see my wife’s tongue in her girlfriend’s pussy, only the back of her head moving around as she licked away on Sarah’s pussy. My cock was so fucking thick and hard, I unsnapped the buttons on my jeans for relief.

Dropping my boxers over my knees, my left hand quickly took hold and began stroking up and down. My right hand slid down between Michelle’s legs and tugged at the tiny strip of cloth, now soaked with wetness. Sliding it aside, my fingers ran up the length of her, pausing to rub on her hardening clit.

Continuing this for a few moments, the moans and groans that filled the cab were interrupted when Sarah quickly blurted out, "Oh I’m gonna cum". Michelle’s tongue worked at a hastened past on Sarah’s clit, causing her body to trembled as she released a powerful orgasm.

Michelle stayed down there for a few moments, driving Sarah’s clit even further into ecstasy and cleaning her up. Sitting back with an exhausted look on her face, Sarah indicated that she wanted to watch me jerk off.

Reaching my hand down, I dropped my seat into the furthest back position on the recline. My head was just about in Sarah’s lap, looking down at me she flashed a devilish smile. My hand worked up and down my hard cock, while my eyes alternated between watching the two girls and focusing on the task at hand.

Through the dim lighting I could see Michelle was leaning back and her hand was working up and down inside of her panties. Her soft moans only lent to the sight of watching her banging away on her clit. For the next few minutes I continued to stroke myself, assisted by the sounds of Michelle’s fingers plunging in and out of her pussy.

Sarah leaned forward and launched a verbal assault against me like none other. "God your cock looks so fucking good," and "You make me so fucking horny watching you," were a couple of the phrases that I recall. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

"Let me cum in your mouth," I said to Sarah, feeling myself approaching the point of no return. She leaned forward and replaced my hand with hers. Stroking me closer and closer, she lowered her lips over my cock and began moaning deeply. Without a sound, I grabbed the back of her hair and held tightly. A warm rush ran the length of my body, as cum erupted from my cock inside of her mouth. I thrust up and down slightly, softly fucking her mouth for a few seconds before falling back onto the seat. Sitting there and breathing hard, I heard Michelle getting louder and louder, and with little warning she came, her tight little body wriggling around in the seat amidst her cries of pleasure. After a few minutes we all regrouped and jumped back on the highway to the house.

 

[1stTwistedSistr]

.... I.... I................. ohgod!


<---- Speechless.....