Jamison's Kink Bingo stuff

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Even though this isn't my home forum, I'm knocking down the doors and posting this here.

. . . . Blocks completed (or unblocks since I'm writing).
- a3 Dirty Talk - b3 Penetration (strap-on) - c3 Nun Fetish - d3 Oral Fetish - d3 Fucking, Missionary - BINGO!


100 pts - A line through a wildcard space x1
Total: 100 pts



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The door is always open

 

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The door is always open

Good, good, give me a really kinky bingo card.


Edited: Oh, that is kinky. . .

 

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Block a3: DIRTY TALK

Virulent


This night's flush begins
with the love you's and want me's.
Kisses coax the host,
while jeans, t-shirts
cast aside, careless, like wrappers,
relaxing the barriers.

Foreplay, gentle, turns
into cunt and my whore
replacing my darling, lovemaking;
baby, we fuck delirious.

Droplets in aerosols of dirty talk
injects a virus,
and sweats the fever
Immunity surrenders,
easily.

Worse than something common
and seasonal, simply avoided
is a new mutant, there is
no real protection, really.

I am the pathogen that penetrates
through with every 'fuck you',
I do fuck you to fuck me;
overwhelming, binding most intimately,
results unknown.

 

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Oh my!

stunning!

 

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Oh my!

stunning!

Thank you.

 

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Block b3: PENETRATION (strap-on)

* Please note, if anyone reads this story, be advised it hasn't been edited yet.

Purple Cowboy
by Jamison ©​

"Huh?" A nudge at my shoulder roused me from sleep. I yawned then stretched, glanced at my wristwatch in time to see it turn midnight. "Wh-what was that?"

"Refill?" she asked; the linoleum floor creaked as she shifted from one foot to the other. Though also looking tired herself, the waitress smiled and nodded at her serving pot she held ready to pour into my empty cup. "Would you like more coffee, Ry?"

"Oh sure, that would be nice. Thank you, Alice."

"My name isn't Alice," she raised a thin tweezed eyebrow.

Jokingly, since I already new her name, I glanced at her name tag. "Thank you, Flo."

She laughed. "Kiss 'mah grits, I'm no Flo."

"Then thank you, Vera."

"Not Vera either," she grinned sleepily. "And you better not call me Mel next, smartass."

Ok, so I know it was lame, but this sort of flirting amused me for some reason. The waitress, Yvette and I had a little back and forth banter going on about the 1976 TV sitcom 'Alice', a comedy set in a small greasy spoon diner in Phoenix Arizona. However, we weren't in Arizona, but in a small retro coffee shop off the interstate I considered being in the suburbs of Portland. Mainly, her outfit had me carrying on about the sitcom then her New York accent. I watched entirely too much late-night television. It was my only outlet of being social too since I normally wasn't able to at my job. I spent most of the time trapped in a little cubicle behind a monitor all day assessing life insurance risks, a dead end job that didn't pay worth a shit—no pun intended.

"No hon, you are definitely not a gruff bear type Mel," I said eyeing her stocking covered thighs that were scarcely covered by her pink polyester uniform and a white apron. "At least not with a set of stems like yours."

Leaning in, she kissed me on the cheek as she poured my coffee, "Thank you," then she wiped the lipstick print she made with her thumb and left me alone.

Even though flirting with her was nearly an every night event, I was gay or rather, bisexual, as I was interested in both sexes. I'd been more attracted to men lately though. Well, actually the last two years was more accurate of whom my sexual partners were.

Taking a sip of my coffee, I went back to my laptop computer that was flashing the whirling colors of my screensaver. I stroked the mousepad and returned to Myspace website where I had a pop-up alert notifying me that someone had sent a message. Going to my inbox, I saw that the message was almost an hour old; I'd been napping at the diner's booth for just that long before Yvette nudged me awake.

Grinning, I read:

----- Original Message -----
Subject: film you
From: purple_cowboy
Date: July, 2008 10:59 PM

satyricon
120 days of sodom
you me and everyone we know
titus

would you like to meet? ​

It was a quirky little message, a poem referencing movies. I was interested after viewing his profile page, though really, it wasn't a habit of mine to cruise the website for sex, it just had been a very long, long week. I needed to vent. Besides that, I was horny and wanted a no-strings sort of anonymous thing, which was the norm for me. Mindless, conscienceless fucking; I always wanted that. Having convinced myself it was all right, I replied to his message, saying I would like to meet up—tonight, if he was so inclined.

He was inclined.

I had sent the message and he must have been waiting for a reply because no sooner had I refreshed my user's panel, there was one in my inbox.

Sniggering, I opened purple_cowboy's message, mumbling to myself. "Aren't we anxious?"

Waiting on my reply long? I signed it with a with a winking emote.

He said: And you are pretentious. Where would you like to meet?

I replied: Ruby's Diner, South of Portland, exit 281.

I waited several minutes for him to confirm, however, purple_cowboy never did. I chalked it up to scaring him off with my eagerness and him just fucking with me. He probably wanted to cyber, but I wasn't interested in doing that tonight, especially not in a public place such as the coffee shop I was presently sitting. The diner had free wireless and my place had no Internet at the moment. I was strapped for cash and luxuries like the WWW Dot went first when I had to cut back.

With stomach growling, I motioned to Yvette. "Grilled cheese on rye?"

"More coffee?"

"No, just the sandwich is fine," I said after checking my wallet and seeing only a enough cash for the grilled cheese. "To go please."

I usually ordered something right before I left the diner for the evening and ate it on the way home. My little loft was just around the corner, facing away from the traffic on the freeway. I was a horrible cook so I spent a lot of my meal time at Ruby's, which was a cheap place to get great food and coffee. That, and I had insomnia. I liked the bustling of the diner; it was good background noise. Most often, I occupied myself by writing poetry until I was so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open. My remedy usually worked even though I drank copious amounts of coffee with lots of sugar. If it didn't, I still had the sleeping pills, which I rarely opted for since they made me into a sleepy zombie the next day.

Sitting in my booth, I could smell the rye bread on the grill toasting. It was a bit of cheesy heaven. While shutting down my laptop, the diner's side door opened and a man entered. At first, I thought it was purple_cowboy until a woman walked in behind him. They laughed a little too loudly, whispered, looked at me, whispered and laughed again. They were drunk. I caught an unmistakable whiff of tequila and beer with a definite note of vomit.

As soon as the diner's door closed, it swung open again. This was purple_cowboy. His charcoal rimmed gray eyes were the same in his profile on Myspace. He flicked his gaze from Yvette to the couple, particularly the guy, then rested on me. Walking over to me, the heels of his boots sounded like metal on them they were so loud. He gave me a smirk as he slid into the booth opposite of me.

"2muchKoffee?"

"Yes, I had quite enough, thank you." I laughed at him mentioning my onscreen name. "It's Ryan, actually," I half-grinned back. "But if you'd rather Myspace name then it's, 2much for short. And you are?"

"Jesse."

"I half expected you not to show, Jesse." I said appraising him. His profile picture really didn't do him justice. In fact, he was much more attractive than that with blond hair streaked with black and a thick leather collar wrapped around his throat. Definetly emo-goth. And young. Very young "Though I'm glad you did."

"Likewise."

He looks too young, I silently warned. Uncomfortable, I asked, "How old are you?"

"Probably older then you think, maybe even older than you. I just look younger."

"Can I see some ID?"

"Yes," he rolled his eyes and dug into his back pocket, fishing out his wallet. He opened it and showed me his student ID card for his community college. He looked sulky in the little picture, but he was of age, thirty-one, four years older than me. "Happy?"

"Yup," while now satisfied with him being older than eighteen, he definitely didn't want me to know his full information since he hid his name and other particulars under his thumb on the ID. "You are older."

"Figured that."

"Must be Portlands's misty weather that keeps you looking youthful. So good for your skin yanno?"

"Of course," his eyes narrowed, "that and I don't smoke cigs." he said this indicating the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. "Smokers look older."

"And the surgeon general tells me it's bad for me too."

"You are cute."

"Likewise."

"Should we get outta here?" Jesse picked up my coffee and downed it as if it were a mug of beer. "Get past this small talk stuff and straight to the part where I'm fucking you?"

"Whoa, too quick. Slow it down there, cowboy. I'm still waiting on my grilled cheese to-go."

"More small talk then? Fine. So, Ry…"

"It's Ryan." I prickled at him for using my nickname.

"Ry," he wagged an eyebrow, dismissing my correction. "Do you normally answer messages on websites by those who are just looking for a hook-up?" He lifted his foot and rested it between my legs

"Not usually." I looked down, eyeing his boot. It was a dark purple cowboy boot, a real shit-kicker with a pointed black metal toe. "You were interesting with your movie poem. You must watch a lot of movies."

"I do. I work at a video rental store. Anyway, I thought that might get your attention after reading poetry on your website. . ." he trailed off, but I had stopped listening.

Jesse had the most amazing smile, which coincidently clashed with the dark broody persona he was trying to feed me. Though, his straight white teeth and nicely formed lips gave me other ideas. They were great dick sucking lips and I couldn't stop staring at them!

"Be right back," I coughed and pushed his boot away that he had pressed harder into my cock. I covered up the tightness in my crotch. "Got to take a leak." I said getting up.

Once excusing myself from the booth, I walked past the diner's front counter where Yvette was stocking supplies and putting away clean glasses.

"Hey." I smiled at her.

"I had Larry put on another sandwich and fries for your friend," she grinned suggestively. "On the house, of course since you are my favorite customer."

"Well, that's very nice of you," I was touched, also realizing that I hadn't fooled her one bit with my flirting. She knew I liked men. "Thank you."

I went into the men's room and over the urinal next to the sink, unzipping the fly of my jeans. If the huge erection had subsided, I would have sent a stream onto the lemon fresh deodorizer tablet, but since it didn't, I didn't. I had to wait. While looking at the jade green tile trying to think of something, anything other than Jesse's lips, I felt hands slide around my waist. One hand reached under mine until it was holding my engorged cock.

"Well, now," Jesse crooned into my ear, "isn't that a gorgeous piece of meat?"

Surprised, as I hadn't heard him come into the bathroom, I caught my breath and only nodded in agreement while his hand gripped me hard.

"Would you mind if I sucked that?"

"He-here?" My voice sounded funny, high and froggy. "I . . . er, I-I don't know. Anyone could walk in on us."

"Half the fun, don't you think?"

Jesse went down on his knees, bit my ass through my jeans and turned me around. Now facing him, he guided me against the sink rather than the urinal, which was considerate. I really didn't want other guy's piss on my backside. I was going to let him do this too; right here in a dirty public john, he was going to give me a blowjob and I was going to like it.

"So smooth," he pulled my pants down around the ankles, caressing my cock with the side of his cheek. "Delicious too, I bet. I'll make you glad that you answered my message on Myspace, that's for damn sure."

The idea of him giving me slow sensual oral sex and with the possibility of discovery went flying out my head once he swallowed mine, sucking on it hard. He accumulated a lot of spit, let it run down the sides and gripped the shaft in his fist. He twisted his hand around and I felt the other man's tongue licking, sucking at the tip of my dick and more flesh. Pleasure spread from there to my balls, making me tense up and hold my breath when he hit a particularly sweet spot. He demonstrated what I considered was a perfect blowjob by swirling around the ridge of flesh that flared at head of my cock with his tongue then stabbing the point into my piss slit. Bucking against his face was instinct as was my hand thrusting into his hair and guiding him to take me further into his mouth. However, he wasn't having any of that. He pushed my hands away and mumbled that my hands were best suited fingering my ass.

I would've done just that too if the door hadn't swung open when it did. It was an awkward situation, me ten seconds away from orgasm while the drunken man from the diner gawked at us. Jesse was insouciant to the intrusion. He took my cock all the way, slipping me along his soft palate and into his throat. The unwelcome guest stood there, mouth hanging open and pinching the crotch of his pants. The guy-on-guy action turned him on, his erection was obvious.

Jesse had been right. The "what if" factor of getting caught was thrilling, though actually walked in on and the person being just as excited I was, sent me over the edge. As short-lived as it was; that feeling of the greatest blowjob ever came to an end. I gripped the sides of the sink and jerked against Jesse's face while unloading. He continued to suck on me until I was a twitchy mass of jelly on legs.

I opened my eyes, "Oh, goddamn. Stop! That's enough."

The drunken man finally caught Jesse's eye as he cleared his throat in embarrassment and made way to an empty stall where he locked the door behind him. It was unmistakable, the sound of him unzipping and the jingle of his belt as he masturbated out of view.

Jesse and I smirked. I helped him up, kissed him a 'thank you'. "Hey cowboy, you wanna get out of here and continue this at my place?" I asked while fixing my fly and finger combing my hair. "I live around the corner."

"Sounds good to me. Let's get—"

"Oh, fuck me," the drunk guy called from his stall. "Ya! Fuck!"

Leaving the men's room, we looked at each and sniggered then laughed louder once we returned to the dining area when we saw everyone staring at us. I went to the register and got our to-go order. Even though it wasn't needed now, Yvette whispered a 'good luck'. I'd get a piece of ass tonight for sure with the blowjob in the john.

After exiting the diner, Jesse headed over to his car, but I stopped him. "Just leave it and you can get it later. Really, my place is just a short walk."

"All right. What do you got in that bag?" he indicated the one Yvette gave me.

"Dinner. You like grilled cheese?"

"Who doesn't?"

I gave him the extra one Yvette gave me and he grinned while unwrapping it, as it did smell divine with melted cheese oozing out of the buttered rye toast. We walked around the block to my place, wolfing down sandwiches and greasy fries. I lived on the second floor of a quad-plex office building converted into studio apartments, which was a total rattrap, though not literally. I had a fat black tomcat named Max who took care of them. We entered my place and I led the way into the living room.

"The quick tour of the house without leaving the room: the kitchen is where the sink is with dirty dishes and the fridge is without food," I said, nodding my head to the side to where it was obviously located. "The bathroom is through there. It has a standard toilet that gets clogged every time you use it, so flush mid-piss or you'll be swimming in your own swill." I pointed to the only door other in the studio than the front one. "And you're standing in the living room and also standing where I make sleep."

I tossed Max off the sofa who had made a nest for napping in a crochet blanket. As I took off the cushions to pull out my hide-a-bed, Jesse yelped and cursed.

"Your cat bit me!"

"Sorry, ya, well, Max does that," I chuckled. "He's not the nicest little bastard, but he does take care of the mice." Once releasing the mattress from the sofa, I said while pulling off my shirt, "And this is where I will be fucking you in about five minutes."

"Is that so?" he laughed, also taking off his shirt, leaving on his army green tank. "I'd rather thought it would be the other way around."

"Doubt it," I tackled him around the waist onto the bed. I bit his boney shoulder while undoing his pants. The familiar scent of patchouli drifted over my senses, his manly scent lighting desire. I could feel the bulk between his legs under the fly of his shorts; he was enormous and it was weird coincidence; it seemed to me that skinny men had the largest cocks. "Like I said cowboy, I don't normally get on Myspace to find sex so what makes you think I'd willingly let a stranger butt fuck me?"

"I can be convincing," he stopped my advancements into his jeans by kissing the side of my neck and sucking on my earlobe. "Very convincing."

Before I realized it, he was undressing me instead. His hands were everywhere, or so it seemed. Before long my pants and jockeys were flung across the room with my trainers. Max had the nerve to sit on the end of the bed and curiously stare while Jesse straddled my hips and attacked my nipples. They were diamond hard as my cock that painful, scrubbed against his rough jeans. He slipped down and tongued the end of my dick, jabbing the pointed tip into my piss slit where he immediately didn't waste any time and went straight for my ass. I sucked in a harsh breath as thumb entered me; he worked it around and gave me head at the same time.

I swear my ass is a deceitful whore, giving in to him, sucking his thumb, which he wriggled in and out of me, switching to two fingers. The blowjob only intensified the sensation of his digits fucking me. Any second now, his cock could easily replace his fingers and that thought was what finally pulled me out of the haze. I didn't know him and no one topped me that I didn't fuck first.

"Stop," I said hoarsely managing to untangle myself from him.

Jesse was in the haze with me as well; his eyes were dark, but lit from the fire within. I flipped him over and got the upper hand—literally, by grabbing his leather collar and pinning him to the bed. He tried to protest except my hold on him gave a garbled sound.

"Clearly, I've got you where I want you." I nipped his belly through his tank, tugged on it and moved further down to bite flap of his fly. "Mmm, yum."

I nosed his crotch and realized there was something weird. He didn't smell right, not like how I expected. That musky cock and piss scent was missing.

Huh? What's up with that?

I bit the inseam of his jeans, but jerked away suddenly, surprised by what I found. Granted, it had been awhile, but I knew pussy when I tasted it.

I let Jesse go, glaring at him . . . or her, "Whoa, you're chick?"

Nodding, rubbing his/her throat. "Yes."

"What the fuck?" I thought for second. Maybe I had this wrong. "Are you trans?" Being transgender was more palatable, not totally right for his non-disclosure, but still ok all the same.

"No. I'm a woman role playing as a man."

"Oh fuck, no fucking way." I scrambled out of the bed. "You lied."

"No, I didn't lie, Ry. Really. My profile on Myspace doesn't say what my sex is other then that I liked to fuck men. And that's true. I just have this kink. I like strapping one on and ass fucking as good as any man can." she grinned, undoing her pants, revealing her realistic cyber-skinned dong.

"Your username is purple_cowboy as in b-o-y, boy."

"Now Ry, do you really want a boy?"

"No, jeez." I gritted my teeth. She was really annoying the shit out of me, "And you said your name was Jesse."

"It is." she stroked her fake cock, twisting it in her fist. "Short for Jessica."

"Oh," I said, simply, wondering why she looked so flat-chested.

Jesse noticed this, "I'm wearing a chest binder. Trust me. I got some nice tits."

"Uhg! Don't tell me that! I don't give a fuck. You might not have lied to me and I may be ignorant to all that kind of gear," I indicated her crotch and chest areas. "Or whatever, but you didn't say you were a girl and that's just as bad as lying when I'd thought you were gay."

"Ry, come here."

"It's Ryan."

"Quit being such a fucking priss. Let me fuck you in the ass."

I couldn't help but watch her hand moving along her dong; it was mesmerizing. I was pretty damn horny too, well, up until the point I found out she had a cunt.

"No." I said, though I could imagine her mounting me and sliding her cyber-skinned cock into me. It was so vivid, I groaned. "Definitely not."

Jesse crawled across the bed over to me and kneeled so that we were face to face. "Are you sure about that?" She pressed her dong into my cock, which was betraying me, turning hard again. Her hand directed mine to her dong. "Feel that? Let me fuck you with it."

"Ok." I croaked, desire drying up my spit.

"I'm not Jessica, I'm Jesse, your cowboy right now." Her lips covered me, sucking my lower one.

"All right," I mumbled into her mouth, brushing her tongue with mine.

Like I said, it was palatable her being trans so her role playing a gay man wasn't much more of a stretch. I could go for that and let her top me too, not that I planned returning the favor. Her saying she was my cowboy didn't change the fact her dong tasted and smelled like pussy.

The kiss got hotter once I relaxed and fell well into her fantasy; she was purple_cowboy, a man in my mind again. I no longer referred to her as 'she', but 'he'.

In no time at all, Jesse had me face down on the bed with his face rooting my ass. He was good at too, not that I thought he wouldn't be because I figured he'd done this trick of his several times. He licked down my middle line. I groaned as he pulled my fleshy cheeks apart to gain access to the sensitive place that centered my ass. His tongue lashed and rimmed me and I reached under, squeezing my balls. My cock throbbed and I felt it drool a pool into the mattress. He licked me until I trembled.

"Jeezus, fuck me now." I scrabbled in my nightstand for a bottle lubricant and tossed it towards him.

Jesse chuckled and with that, he slathered me with cold, slipperiness and slithered a finger through my tight ring of flesh where he slowly fucked in another, getting me ready for his hard cock.

"What you do you think now, huh?" he growled, "Gonna let me fuck you now?"
"I said to already." Exasperated, I grunted disapproval to his teasing, but leaned into his two-digit thrust.

Jesse generously slathered more lubricant and replaced his fingers with his cock. He sunk into me like butter and I melted around him where he swam in my slippery heat. I held my breath while he pushed into me; I let exhaled as he bottomed out then he leaned over and bit my back. We stayed like this for a moment, his chest against my back, both panting. His hips began to move while I rocked back and forth, me matching his thrusts.

Grinding together, he hit every divine angle inside me. Sweat rolled down my back and he bent forward again to lick off my salty efforts. He plowed into me and raised my ass so he could go deeper. That's when he gave me a slap across my right check. It stung. I hadn't expected it and it really stung so I knew I had a bright pink handprint.

"Cut that shit!" I snarled, "I don't like getting spanked."

Of course, the bastard ignored me, since my body was telling him different. I really got into being the receiver and was thrusting back, making our connection tighter. If Jesse's cyber-skin cock were flesh, he'd feel me strangling him. He spanked hard. I bit back a yelp, letting him thrash my ass again and again while he fucked me into the mattress.

"Cock whore, you like that dont'cha you? You want more?"

"Yes," not able to control myself; I moaned. "Gawd, yes."

Jesse continued to satisfy himself, alternating his spanks with thrusts with my breath raging in my chest. I couldn't hold out for any longer, I masturbated furiously sending myself the edge.

"I'm coming," I announced and then he really beat my ass. Orgasm wracked my body. "Jeesus, fuckkkk."

Weak and deflated, I fell flat on the bed, struggling to catch my breath.

"Damn," he rolled off me onto his back. "That was fucking amazing."

I glanced at him. "You did good, cowboy."

"That really blew my motherfucking fantasy apart. I came like fifteen times."

"Ya?"

Jesse laughed, "Ya, I had a bullet buzzing in my pussy the whole time."

At the mention of his pussy, the imaginary veil I held finally fell. Jesse was once again Jessica and I didn't want to have anything to do with her.

"Shit. I don't want hear that." I rolled over, placing a pillow over my head. "You're welcome to stay." I mumbled, falling asleep sure to dream about Jesse.

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Block d3: FUCKING, MISSIONARY

* Please note, if anyone reads this story, be advised it hasn't been edited yet.

Purple Cowboy Conclusion
by Jamison ©​

The morning sunlight burned at my lashes, forcing me to open my eyes before I was ready to wake, but when I did, I saw Jessica, not her alter ego Jesse. Leaning over, I fished for a half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray on my nightstand and lit it while taking in the last several hours and the result lying in my bed. Sometime, she'd stripped off her tank top and unbound her chest, revealing pert breasts with tawny hard, pierced nipples. She was right; she did have nice tits and I couldn't believe I was staring at them. I was beginning to wonder if I was really bisexual after all.

Once taking a couple drags of my cigarette, I put it out and lay on my side watching her while she slept. Last night I thought her patchouli was musky and manly, but this morning, she was woman—no doubt about that now, and damn, she turned me on. Which was amazing all on its own since the female gender hadn't stirred me in years. I wasn't particularly fond of the other crap that went with women and relationships with them. Men were easy, they wanted one thing and that one thing was usually the reason I hooked up with them to begin with. The women I'd known, however, wanted to complicate a simple fling and add love to the mess. Ick.

The eyeliner she wore last night had smudged, giving her a smoky, sexy look. She sighed in her sleep, slung an arm across my chest and curled against me. Unexpectedly, I warmed up to her, the cocoon-like feeling we created with our bodies, which I found to be comfortable. I liked it.

"Quit staring at me." she yawned opening one eye, smirking.

"Good morning."

"Your breath stinks."

I laughed. "Yours does too."

"Yours is worse. You've got smoker's breath on top of morning breath."

"Thanks." Annoyed, I tried to pull away, but she held tighter.

"Don't go" she bit my side. "I was kidding; besides, you'll smell like pussy in a few seconds."

"I doubt that."

"You can't tell me you're gay, Ry." she stroked my stomach, glancing off my pubic bone to thump my hard cock and grabbed it like a handle. "You're fully ready to fuck any woman with this."

I laughed, "Sure," I said that but I didn't have any intention in fucking her. I had more of her strap-on in mind. If she wanted anything, she'd have to convince me. "I can do that all right."

Jessica leaned closer and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth while tracing light circles around my balls. It was nice, I liked and like even more when she increased the suction, but she pulled off me with a wet pop. She gripped my cock, tongued the head, paying close attention to the eye that readily oozed slippery fluid. Alternately, she stabbed me with her tongue and licked me dry. She gave great head, easily taking me to the edge of orgasm. I flexed my hips with her mouth as took me inside again. Jessica realized this, with my heavy panting and stopped cold as could be.

"Do you want to come?"

"Hell, oh yesss…"

I gritted my teeth, strained my hips forward and desperately wished she'd finish me off instead of the teasing torture she had bestowed on my throbbing cock. She stroked my cock in her fist and with her other hand, she began to flick the head, first lightly then more sharply. It made me jump each time she did it. I wasn't sure if I liked that or not since it stung a bit, but felt good when her hand pumped my shaft. She continued to do it until pleasure and pain merged so each time thumped and stroked me, I throbbed ever closer to orgasm. She stopped again and grinned.

"Gaaahhh!" I growled in frustration.

"Ry, I want you to tongue fuck me before I let you come."

"Fuck that. Get me off first you little cunt."

"No," she scooted away from me propped up against the back of cushion of the sofa bed headboard and spread her legs wide. "Lick my pussy first."

This was a wholly irritating situation I put myself into, but she got to me. It didn't matter that she was one gender or pretending the other, I found that both were a total turn on now. Never mind that I hadn't ate a pussy in years, I really had to have her and didn't care if I was horrible at it or not, I'd have her come any way she wanted.

For the first time in two years, I mashed my face in woman's shaved cunt. The musky scent of her slammed my senses with wild horny desire. I buried my tongue deep inside taste the source that was driving me mad. I jammed my tongue in and out of her slit and ran the pointy tip to lick her clit. She grabbed my hair, pressed her thighs together and ground her pussy on my chin to fuck it hard. Her girly juices covered my face, from forehead to chin. I could hear her growling, though muffled as her shapely thighs were covering my ears. I jabbed her clit, stroked it and felt it grow stiffer against my tongue as it engorged with blood. Giving her more of repertoire of pussy eating, I sucked on her shaved fleshy lips, making her squirm and pull my hair. Finally, I gave her something that put her over the edge. I latched onto her clit, held it between my teeth and caressed it with my tongue at the same time then sucked until I felt her shudder on my face.

"Oh god, Ry, that's fucking it!" she bucked her hips, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs so she couldn't move and licked her until she begged me to stop. "Damn, fuck, you made me come quick, you dirty bastard." she gasped.

"You could say I was bi, not gay." I sat back on my heels, grinning.

"No shit." she said, still flushed

"It's my turn."

"How about wetting your cock? How long has it been since you did that?"

"It's been a long time." I admitted. "But once in the saddle, you never forget how to ride."

I pulled her knees together, wanting to do her from behind. She rolled over and stuck her nice round ass in the air, grabbing the back of the sofa bed. Without so much a warning, I thrust between her hot lips, down deep, not giving her the chance to ready herself for my girth. She sucked in her breath and held it. I felt her pussy spasm, squeezing me hard and her letting her breath out in long moan. I began a slow nut-slamming hard stroke that she had brace herself or bang her head. She was incredible, I couldn't believe how good she felt, slicker and tighter than I remembered pussy being.

"Uh-uh-uh," she huffed, "Ya, that's it Ry, fuck me like that, it's making me come."

The sleek sleeve of pussy gushed as I sloshed inside, feeling her orgasm. She pushed her ass against me, planting my dick way down to the bottom. I slipped out as she was still in the throes of a full climax and she muttered protests into the mattress.

"Roll over."

Jessica obeyed, quickly flipping over, wanting me back in as soon as possible. She didn't have to wait because I dove back in with another one stroke. Again, she gave a long moan as I plowed in again and again as hard as I could, squeezing my ass cheeks tight. Missionary position was a favorite of mine when I fucked another man. I liked watching their faces as I gave them all I had. There wasn't much they could do, but let me impale them until I came. This wasn't entirely true with a woman. Well, not just any woman, Jessica. Pussy was different, period and hers was amazing. I was in all the way, with my balls lightly bouncing against her ass, but not for long as that fluttery feeling of orgasm started. My balls raised and tightened for imminent climax.

"Damn, I'm ready."

"How do I feel?" she asked knowingly, panting.

"God, incredible." Sweat poured down my back. "I need to come now."

"Then do it on my stomach, I want to see your jiz coming out of your cock." she said heatedly.

As she requested, I suddenly pulled out and jerked on my cock until hot sticky semen spurted onto her belly and painted her full perky breasts with great gobs of thick come.

Completely drained, I fell to the bed alongside her to catch my breath. I watched her playing with whitish-gelatinous goop on her stomach. She smeared it and traced it around her nipples then tasted it. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Must be like honey." I grinned.

"God yes," she scooped up more and brought her fingers to my lips. "Taste."

I licked her fingers and kissed them then her mouth. "It's honey."

"Ya." she gave me an evil smile. "So honey, I can fuck your ass now?

"Now, and any time you want, cowboy."

"I'd like that."

I'd let her too, let her do more then that, I'd let her complicate me. Everyone needed a little mess in their lives every now then and I was especially lucky since I had the best of two genders in one sexy, crazy package. That and her big dong was a great butt perk.


Finis

 

[Guest]

*mutters* Way to fuck with my head first thing in the AM, Jamison.

*confused/aroused*

Once again, I have to say, "stunning". Wow.

 

[Guest]

*mutters* Way to fuck with my head first thing in the AM, Jamison.

*confused/aroused*

Once again, I have to say, "stunning". Wow.

Thank you.
There'll be more though, gotta read about Jessica.

 

[Guest]

Block d3: ORAL FETISH

Mouth - a Fibonacci poem

I
did
not know
something so
all consuming as
an oral fetish, not until
I met a mouth; her beautiful pink, so suckable.
She's a wet perfection, fuckable: her lip's devotion, my whole demise on her tongue.


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[Svenskaflicka]

[KNITPICKING]
Actually, there's a mistake in your poem - Fibonacci goes 0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13...
You got one 2 too many.
[/KNITPICKING]

 

[Stella_Omega]

Jesse... *slurp*

Seems like I've had acquaintance with that muse meself...

[KNITPICKING]
Actually, there's a mistake in your poem - Fibonacci goes 0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13...
You got one 2 too many.
[/KNITPICKING]

Count syllables, not words...

 

[Guest]

Jesse... *slurp*

Seems like I've had acquaintance with that muse meself...

Haha, thank you, I agree.

Count syllables, not words...

Correct!

 

[Guest]

Block c3: NUN FETISH

Penance for Sister's Pink

Red ruler marks crossed my palms, twice on each hand. They stung, but I didn't say anything to mother when she asked what I did to deserve them. I couldn't tell her I looked up Sister's vestments when she had me flat, repenting for another crime. I couldn't tell her that I saw that Sister wore a thong and that Sister was a blondie. I couldn't tell her instead of whispering to the rosary, I groaned prayers for more then a flash of Sister's pink. And I really couldn't tell her that when Sister answered me, she gave me welts—I came—Sister smiled, sexy and dark as her habit.


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