Perplexia's Pool Palace

[Perplexia]

He moves closer boldly. I find myself excited by that. I enjoy a strong man that isn't afraid to make his needs and desires known. There is something exquisitely exciting about the way he towers over me. His broad shoulders making me feel so feminine and petite as he looms.

His touch causes me to almost loose my foot. The way he feels against my skin causes my mouth to open slightly and my eyes to close for a moment. I embrace the sensuality of his touch, so tender yet firm and possessive.

Just his nearness seems to cause her mind to loose grip for a moment. "your name" i manage to ask in an almost seductive whisper as my hand moves up to touch his chest. Lightly tracing the curves of his brawny chest. He's simply intoxicating.

 

[Light Ice]

"L.I."

A formality.

I've usually a greater appreciation for introductions. Today's different. Outside, though I don't look to see it, I know the sun is winning its battle against the clouds. It's a sense of things that makes me so certain. Her skin beneath the calloused stretch of my palm, the way her little fingers trace the edges of muscle along my chest. Intimate touches. I enjoy the playful exploration even as I make sure she is trapped against the tile. I wonder briefly if it excites her to have no escape.

It excites me.

The first kiss is for her cheek. She's so damned soft. I labor under the desire to drag my cheek against hers and feel silk against my short stubble. My nose follows the line of her jawbone up beneath her ear, under her hair. The curtain of blonde is heavy with water. I lift a hand and smooth it back from her neck, leaving my lips a sleek column of skin to kiss across. The tiny droplets of water lingering there are suitable targets. I brush them from her with my mouth. I imagine her lips doing the same and how warm they would feel.

My prick flexes hard between us.

All of these affections are really one long, lazy kiss across her skin. The next is shorter. Firmer. I take her mouth all at once with mine and drink her up, tangle our lips together until my tongue presses between the full pout of her tiers and finds her own. It's smaller. Nimble. Warm. Wet. I'm in such a rush to kiss her that I don't notice the way my body crushes to her own. Her breasts softly trapped against my bare chest. My cock a hard, heavy, imposing length against her belly and hip.

 

[Perplexia]

"L.I."

A formality.

I've usually a greater appreciation for introductions. Today's different. Outside, though I don't look to see it, I know the sun is winning its battle against the clouds. It's a sense of things that makes me so certain. Her skin beneath the calloused stretch of my palm, the way her little fingers trace the edges of muscle along my chest. Intimate touches. I enjoy the playful exploration even as I make sure she is trapped against the tile. I wonder briefly if it excites her to have no escape.

It excites me.

The first kiss is for her cheek. She's so damned soft. I labor under the desire to drag my cheek against hers and feel silk against my short stubble. My nose follows the line of her jawbone up beneath her ear, under her hair. The curtain of blonde is heavy with water. I lift a hand and smooth it back from her neck, leaving my lips a sleek column of skin to kiss across. The tiny droplets of water lingering there are suitable targets. I brush them from her with my mouth. I imagine her lips doing the same and how warm they would feel.

My prick flexes hard between us.

All of these affections are really one long, lazy kiss across her skin. The next is shorter. Firmer. I take her mouth all at once with mine and drink her up, tangle our lips together until my tongue presses between the full pout of her tiers and finds her own. It's smaller. Nimble. Warm. Wet. I'm in such a rush to kiss her that I don't notice the way my body crushes to her own. Her breasts softly trapped against my bare chest. My cock a hard, heavy, imposing length against her belly and hip.

There is no feeling in the world like being pinned against a wall, or in this case the tiled wall of the pool. His muscles twitch slightly causing me to smile. I love a man that flexes naturally. His lips are so soft against my cheek. The way he explores my jaw and neck makes my nipples throb with desire.

With what seems like forever his mouth is finally upon mine. I find myself drowning in his kiss, loosing myself to the moment of his soft lips pressed so tightly. The way his body forces me to mold against him as if it was a part that had been missing.

The way his tongue feels against mine. He steals my breath away and i find i don't mind. I can feel his hardness pressed against me. I cannot help but to move my hand down and stroke it through the clinging shorts. So hard and pronounced.. I know i want it. He knows i want it.

My mouth responds to his hungrily possessively full of wantonness

 

[Light Ice]

Her little fingers on the black of the compression shorts, tracing my hardness. It aches. Satisfies in some small way. The feel of her small hand stroking at me pulls a little growl from my chest, has my forehead fall to press against her own and break our kiss. It's hard to think now. I can feel that consciousness fading some. All I can think of is her insistent fingers and the feel of her against me.

My hand lifts. Explores. It traces the line of her smooth belly and thin ribs, pushes aside the scrap of fabric concealing her breast so that it can fill my rough hand. The curve of it is impossibly soft. Softer than the silk of her belly. My fingers glide over it through the water, across the stiff bud of her nipple and back again. I let her feel my grip, kneading her breast between my strong fingers.

Push my hips up, thrust my cock hard against her palm.

Fuck.

My mouth reclaims her own and then dips, finds her chin. I use my lips to tip her head back so I can glide a kiss across her throat again, vaguely aware that I am fucking her little hand beneath the water's rippling surface. Vaguely aware that my hand hasn't left her perfect breast. The other is beside her head against the pool's edge, my sinuously-muscled forearm almost against her cheek.

My fingers abandon her just long enough to find her long thigh and pull it onto the shelf of my rugged hip, twining her calf across my back, letting her legs feel my hips as they roll against her fingers.

 

[Perplexia]

That growl echos in my ears and a soft satisfied moan comes from my mouth as his forehead presses against mine. I smile and continue to stroke. Hating the fabric in my way.
His touch is bound to drive me insane. I close my eyes for a moment as i stroke his pulsating cock and feel the wonderful electricity of his fingers against my stomach, my ribs..I gasp as he moves the fabric of my suit and palms my breast. His hand is so warm, my nipple throbs against his palm begging for him to taunt it. Yet he doesn't, tormenting me even more as his lips..his wonderfully soft expert lips claim mine again.

I moan into his mouth as he moves my leg around him. Oh god yes i moan into his claiming lips forcing my free arm to grip his shoulder tightly. Oh the muscles beneath my finger tips.

 

[Light Ice]

The short's elastic reads UNDERARMOUR in bold white letters that stretch as I hook a finger into the waist and pull it outward, then down, until my hard length sways heavily free between us in the water. Her fingers find me. Work the smooth column to its shaven base, stroke back up. The wide crown is blushed and wanton. Beads of precum drip from the slitted head and drift into the water.

My hand returns to the sleek line of her thigh. I feel lean muscle. A swimmer's strength. The gentle shape of a woman. My pulse pounds hot, echoes in my ears, and I cinch my teeth onto her throat to leave the faint bruise of my mark. For now our cadence is slow. Stuttered. We are strangers still, learning one another. The desire swells in the looming certainty of a fuck. I can feel desire run electric through me in bolts that strain my patience, make me want to yield too soon.

The ties on her bottoms yield to my strong fingers. I tug them free until the fabric drifts away and she is bare to me. Her fingers work to guide me to the puffy, wanton petals of her sex. We glide together, torment one another as the velvet head of my cock nestles between the slick lips of her pussy.

She seems impossibly small. We will not fit. The certainty of it is a bolt through my mind.

Then my hand drifts to her ass and braces her, feels her cheek in my palm as her thigh spreads openly around my rugged hip.

The first stroke takes us both by surprise. My body taking over. All at once my hips slam forward and the water between us churns against the force as my rugged body fills that thin space between us. Her pussy strains against the strength of my prick before opening, flowering, and inch by inch sinks in an instant into the hot silk of her sheath. I am overwhelmed by how tight she is around me. The vice-like hotness of her body clamping around the invasion of my length and the conduit between us forged solid as my crown bottoms out within her depths.

I grunt into her throat, into her cheek.

Fuck, she's so tight. She feels so good. All at once the masculine urge to pin her to the tile and pound my body against her own overwhelms me, comes sharp and sudden and savage in that hot instant. I know this place. A lover's touch short circuit all that I've learned. It's a place that reduces me to the primitive creature nature intended. I'm here to claim. To fuck. To own.

But we're new to this. Strangers. I manage to force that urge down, just beneath the surface of my skin, where it looms in tight muscles that strain against the strength of my control. I pull back and glide forward again, fuck her slow. Feel her breasts heave against my chest. Feel the rhythm of our bodies begin to come naturally.

We kiss in the water. Less skillfully now. The brush of her tongue against my lips makes them open. My prick impaling her entirely again and again.

 

[Perplexia]

Using my foot i eagerly help to push down his clinging shorts. Oh the feel of his bare ass against my soft foot. Even his ass his muscled I fight the urge to grip it and pull him into me with a hunger.

His teeth bare down on my neck, i moaned and whimper in surrender. He's marked me and i simply smile and purr. Few being so bold to ever try. I can feel his fingers brushing against my smooth thighs. then the light fabric floats away. I feel free guiding his hand to my wanton sex. I know it drips of lust and hunger in a way few have manged to elicit with such little effort. I know beyond certainity what is to come, I will fuck him, and he will fuck me and i want it.

I feel his hands gripping me, i let out a gasp and cling tightly to his shoulders as his large phallus impales my small flower. His width and length stretch me open forcing me to accept him. I bite his shoulder to keep from crying out at the delightful surge of hunger.

Slowly, so tediously slowly he moves with in me. My lips fumble to find his once again. Wanting him to unleash himself upon me i encourage deepening the kiss into a hungry one. My nails scrape his shoulders as i clamp my pussy even tighter around his shaft. The need for carnal animalistic pleasure overwhelming my senses. I move my hips on his pushing down harder begging for him to claim and conquer me as his.

 

[Light Ice]

Slow.

I keep it so slow.

Slow and strong as the water sways around us, her breasts heaving against my chest. I love the feel of her fingers clawing at me, digging scrapes across the planes of my muscles and down my arms. These are the little pleasures. Details that heighten every instant we are bound to one another. I am grounded to the moment by the suckle of her lips against my tongue and the way we tangle together. She wants more. It is such a deliriously seductive realization. My body responds and I fight to maintain our pace, rocking slowly, denying her that satisfaction she needs so I can drink up more of her body against mine.

She is so damned small. A slender, waifish girl wrapped around me that her strength is a deceptive surprise. A swimmer's build. A woman accustomed to the lean glide through water, builds up a reservoir of power. It's in the coiled strength of her sleek thighs as they pull at me. As they spread wide and attempt to drag me in.

I pull from her entirely. I feel her little feet paw at my ass, muscled haunches, trying to drag me back in. I see in her face the fierce spark of a woman denied. Anger, maybe. Surprise. And then I am twisting her as I did before we even ended up here. My hand in her wet hair, balling it into my big fist. Her little hands left to brace on the tile as I bow her head back in a dramatic arch. Sleek, feline, her spine is an elegant bow. I can imagine her breasts thrust up out of the water, proud, nipples tight. Her belly firm. Her ass is lifted towards me just beneath the water's surface. The soft round of the cheeks a stark contrast to the rough, angular muscles leading to my rangy hips.

I take her suddenly. Roughly. Like before but without restraint. This time my cock surges to the hilt in one blurred motion, stroking deep along her clenching walls and spreading them wide around its thick length until I bottom out hard inside her. I feel her gush wet around me. I feel her ripple want as the sleek walls of her cunt collapse hungrily.

And I am fucking her hard. The water splashing. Her ass crushed to my hips and bouncing free. I pound her without relent, relinquish my restraint, surge forward to claim her again and again with relentless intensity. So good. So fucking good. My cock twitches and flexes inside her, pistoning deep as pleasure arcs through us both in shared waves. I pull back on her hair. Try to hurt her. Let her feel the white-hot burn of my strength while my prick saws lewdly into the tight grip of her pussy.

"Fuck." I growl.

And the hand around her middle tightens. The fingers surging to palm her full breast and cinch roughly down on it, clasp it until her nipple is a tight pressure in the center of my palm.

 

[Perplexia]

Bad, i'm being so bad demanding like a bad little slut. Urging and pushing him to fuck me like one. So slow, such control. Making me growl from with in.

Then he pulls out denying me. Me..he's denying me. Before i can speak he has me by the hair.. i moan loudly as he spins me and forces me to arch. My hand grip the edge of the pool to brace myself as i know..Oh god yess.. He thrust into me with that hunger i knew burned with in. What i wanted and begged for. He fucked me with out reserve or hesitation. Making me whimper from the pain and desire.

The feelings all blending together as he pounds me like his new toy. Burying himself roughly into me being sure that when i wake tomorrow i'll know he's been there. Whimpering at the grip on my hair and now the clasping of my throbbing hungry nipple. "Oh yess" i moan upon hearing his "Fuck".

So carnal was this first encounter, so raw and hungry. I could feel my orgasm building with in me. But i wanted to deny it, I wanted to continue to relish in the hard sensations that rushed through me with each thrust. I clamped my pussy tightly around him. Sucking his cock as deep as i could, wanting to keep it buried deep with in me. It fit so tightly ..so firmly.. so snug..as if it was meant to be.

 

[Light Ice]

I felt her. Each rock of my hips burying me deep. The vice-like grip of her pussy doubling on me, rippling as though it meant to keep me deep. Holding me. Fighting me. Forcing me to pull hard from her and drive back doubly so. She was a dirty girl. Making this hard on us both. Forcing it along. Trying to take control.

"Wicked little slut." The words come from me before I can even think them. A low, rumbling growl.

My hand jerks back on her hair, wrenches back, flashes a vision of her long neck. I have her nearly doubled over under my touch, craned so far that she can look back over herself and see my face. The intensity of my look. The hunger flashing knife-sharp in my eyes. Dangerous.

She is so little. So small. So feminine. I pound her. Make her tits shake, spray water onto the tile. Make her nipples bob up and down, hungry for my fingers. They're given brief tugs. Brief flicks with calloused digits. And then I am fucking her with everything that I have. Making it hurt. Bracing her ass with the hand that was once wrapped around her little waist. My thumb sinks between the smooth part of her cheeks, finds the tight bud of her ass.

I don't warn her but push it in. Deep. Sinking it until the first knuckle is a memory and I am buried to the root. I curl it inside her. Stroke against the feel of my massive cock as it saws deeply inside her pussy and fills her up. Such a thin barrier between my thumb and my cock. I fuck her with both.

I jerk back on her hair again. Getting her attention. Making her eyes shoot wide and find mine.

"You're going to cum soon, aren't you?" My words a low, ominous certainty. "Going to soak my dick like a bad little slut?"

 

[Perplexia]

I grin as his words echo in my ear. "wicked little slut" I can't help but smile and moan as he continues to attempt to pound me into submission.
He arches me painfully back and i purr and smile at his dangerous look. I find amusement at the worse times.

My defiance is met with his thumb thrusting into my tight ass. "oh god" i moan loudly. He found it, how could he find my weakness, is it so obvious. His hard cock and his thumb both reaming me as though i were a rag doll.

I whimper as he jerks back my head. My eyes finding his, submission, i give it. He has me, i am sufficently owned. Yet he doesn't know yet, or does he.

His words echo low inside me "You're going to cum soon, aren't you?" "Going to soak my dick like a bad little slut?"

How to respond to that, "I don't want to be your bad slut" i manage to get out,"i will not cum if that is what the result will be, yet if you tell me i'm your good slut and you wish it, then i will honor your cock with a shower of all that you've built up inside me"

 

[Light Ice]

Control is intoxicating. A drug. Few give it like a good woman, heavy doses. The kind that make a man's muscles bristle and his prick ache. I've got her bent lewdly, contorted under my raw strength. I can imagine the ache it inspires. The fatigue she's gathering. I can imagine what it's like to be bowed up beyond your control. But she still looks pretty. Beautiful. Girlish. Her breasts heave as I continue to batter her body with mine, pound it with the low, wet sound of my hips meeting her ass in the water. I can feel my cock bottoming out inside her. I can feel her rolling close to climax, tensing up with me, trembles starting to escape in her slender little limbs as sensations build to breaking. She's teetering. Waiting for me. Waiting to be praised.

Every encounter as an ebb and flow to it. A rhythm. Ours was found quickly. Changed. Went from slow to frantic. Went beyond into the dark of control. Power games. I feel the victory she's given me. My restraint begins to peel away.

"Good girl." I say, after a sudden stroke that leaves me buried to the hilt inside her. Filling her up. Leaving her pussy lewdly stretched around the base of my prick as it jumps and flexes hard inside her. My thumb, however, does not stop stroking. It plunges deep inside her tight little bud and slips out, plunges deep again.

The praise is also permission. I want her to soak my prick. I want her wailing and gushing under my hands.

 

[Perplexia]

Releasing the hold i had over my orgasim the simple words of good girl allowing me to give him my gift. His cock keeping me full as his thumb violates my tiny ass. I moan deeply, my breathing increasing. I gasp at the plucking of my nipples. The firmness in which he holds his conquered toy ..my body against him.

I gasp and moan clamping down tightly over his cock as he continues to manipulate my ass, turning me on past the point of turning back. I grip the edge of the pool hard, my knuckles turning white, My body stays bent back as my eyes find his and i let it go. I cry out in a bliss as i release and convulsed spasmodically over his cock. There is nothing delicate or dainty about the way i come, my moans and cries are loud and growling like a lioness that was just sated. He pushed me over simply by being all that he was and pushing me till i wouldn't push back.

the orgasm is so powerful it has me rocking against his still hips coating his phallus with my release. My cum dripping down his cock and onto our thighs. Yes i am his good slut.

 

[Light Ice]

I pull from her. Leave her there. For a moment I am admiring her slumped, breathing heavily, against the pool's tiled edge. I can see the shivers running through her. Feel her heat on my still-hard length. I am not far now. But I am also not finished.

I abandon her in the water and pull myself from the pool, surprised at the ache in my muscles as I lift myself to my feet and move to one of the cushioned chairs that flank it. My seat is made, my hand already closed around my length, stroking it lazily. Lightly. More a means to torment her, to show her what's waiting, than anything else.

"Come here." I say.

The tone of my words surprises me. Heavier than I'd anticipated. Thicker with want. I'm surprised to hear just how badly I want, just how husky they've gone. I mean to watch her exit the pool. Admire her body.

And I mean to find my own cum and soon.

 

[Perplexia]

He pulls from me and i feel the sudden emptiness over whelming, yet i stay put still twitching and recovering from the powerful orgasm he put me through. My eyes watch him stroking that long beautiful shaft. My shaft for the moment. I hear him speak and i nod slowly stepping up the ladder giving him a nice view of my lean curved body as i walk slowly to him.

I kneel at the base of the chair and run my hands up his legs. His eyes watching me as i slowly crawl up his body. My hand takes the place of his at the base of his shaft, and without warning i engulf his shaft in my mouth taking it to the back of my throat flicking it with my tongue. My eyes don't leave his as i begin to fuck his cock with my face in a fashion most men can only dream of having done.

I wrap my lips tightly around his shaft enjoying the power that I've taken in claiming his cock as mine. Licking and teasing slowly, oh ever so slowly so i can hear his groans.. I love hearing the groans of want and hunger. Giving me the position of power would be rewarding, and torturous.

My hand massages his balls as i continue to suckle him tightly.

 

[Light Ice]

She'd misunderstood. The results, however, were not to be argued. My prick is a hot, live mass in the confines of her tight throat. She surprises me with her ability to go deep, to press herself down inch after inch until her cute little nose is pressing to the smooth muscle of my navel. She could make me cum like this. She could work it from the balls that are full and drawn tight against her fingers, have me flood her mouth.

But she won't.

Because that's not what I want for us.

My hand in her hair. That beautiful, water-laden hair. The blond strands peek between my thick fingers. And this time I am gentle as I pull her from me, this time I am tender, releasing her and gliding my fingers over her cheek as I roll her with me atop the cushion. I stretch her back out upon it, topping her once more in the more traditional means. My hand drag down her neck, both of her collars, they move as one down the stretch of her lean body over breasts.

Nipples pass beneath my fingers. Ribs. Her smooth belly. I take her thighs and spread them wide, watch her, shameless in how beautiful I find her. Unafraid of how badly I want her.

I guide my prick to her. Drag it through the wet of her pussy. Make it slick with her mouth, her cum, and then slip it lower to the tight bud.

"Mine." I breath. My voice a rumble.

And I begin to press. Slow. Steady. Until finally that bud blossoms, spreads around my crown's wide length, and I begin to sink into her inch by thick, throbbing inch.

 

[Perplexia]

His hand entangles in my hair. I can't help but moan and suckle tighter, not wanting to give up this position i have, but his pull is constant. This time I will obey. Slowly his shaft pulls from my mouth with a pop.

His fingers stroke her cheek as her eyes lock with his and he rolls them. Now she is again on bottom where he wants her to be. My body responding to each touch arching and purring under his light caress.

His hand has a way of manipulating her flesh, causing her to gasp with submissive desire. He was now moving his phallus upon her slit. One word.."mine" and she was smitten. "yours" was her response as she felt him pushing his thick rod into her tight ass. She whimpered softly as he began the slow entrance. His cock lubed from their juices and her mouth. as her knees were pulled back to her shoulders by her own hand. He was claiming her entirely. Relaxing herself her tight ass slowly adjusted to his cock as he pushed it into her. Oh she would take it, and take it all if it killed her. Never had she wanted to be impaled so badly.

 

[Light Ice]

The grunt that left me was something I could not recognize.

She took me all. To the hilt. My massive prick slowly vanishing inside the impossibly tight, impossibly hot grip of her little ass. I watched her draw her knees back, fold her up, bend her until she was open for me. I took that burden from her, letting her knees hook my elbows as my hands braced themselves on either side of her lean little body.

Rocking back, I felt her body work to suck me back into her. I felt the grip work my hard prick.

I was so hard. So ferociously hard. Already I could feel the cum working up inside of me, building steadily, fed by the vision of the blonde little angel underneath me. Her breasts swaying prettily. Her lips full, well-kissed. Eyes dusky. Long legs bowed.

I fucked her hard. Right from the start. Forced her to take me entirely in long, slow, powerful thrusts. The delicious friction sending sensations arcing through me. Muscles tightening, abdominals flexing, as I let my strength slam into her little body enough to make her tits bounce.

"Fuck yourself, little girl." A filthy command.

But I want to feel those skilled fingers buried inside her. I want her full twice. I want her to cum when I cum.

And I'm already so damned close.

 

[Perplexia]

The way he took my ass was profound. I was in a haze barely hearing his voice command me to fuck myself. My fingers obeyed moving to my pussy and shoving three in instantaneously. Ooh i could feel his hard cock working me from the inside,pushing against the wall as my thumb stroked my clit. Fucking my pussy quick and fast to build me up to his level so i could cum with him. With any luck i would squirt all over him. He certainly had me riled enough. My other hand went to my breast pulling and tugging on my nipple as my eyes locked his. Watching him watch me fuck myself was hot.

 

[Light Ice]

The exposed breast taunted me. It swayed against the force of my strokes. I could feel her little fingers sink into her kitty, fill her up, press back as my prick surged deep into her and filled her up. I loved how ferociously hungry she was. How dirty. The dark desires of the human mind were too often kept under lock and key. I liked them out. Open. Free.

SMACK!

My hand arced down and struck soft tit-flesh, spanked it sharply and set it swaying. My fingers returned to pinch down brutally on one gorgeous nipple, twisting it, stretching it. Tugging roughly on it while I pounded her ass with my massive length.

It was amazing she could take it so roughly. That she loved it. I could see how thick I was, how little she was, as I looked down to watch her fingers play with her soaked little kitty.

My hips smacked her ass hard. Sounded like claps. Swayed her slender form poolside as the water droplets ran across our bodies.

SMACK!

Her tit again, before my hand palmed it, swallowed it up, soothed it with the warmth of a kneading touch.

My prick flexed hard. A warning. A danger as my cum began to build, swell, my broad shoulders hunched and my rugged arms flexed as I leaned into her and continued to fuck her powerfully. Racing us both towards climax.

 

[Perplexia]

Crying out in a whimper as he smacked my exposed breast. The white milky flesh turning pink leaving imprints of his fingers. the warmth excited me. forcing me to fuck myself harder for him.
I had never desire to feel cum as i did his. I wanted to feel it shooting inside my tight little hole and filling me.
I would be his ass slut. He would come and use me when he desired, how he desired and i would not deny him.
How lucky i was that this stranger entered with his enormous cock. With his hunger and ability to bend me to his needs and will.

Moaning as he pulled and stretched my nipple. Taunting me as i did the other. The way his cock felt buried with in me. Oh yes.. I was so close to cumming again for him. I could feel it rising with in me. My cunt clamped down over my fingers as my ass did to his cock. He smacked my breast again and i growled and moan.
My breathing increased as did my moans. He's already heard the sounds, he would know how close i was.

 

[Light Ice]

It was on me in an instant.

My prick had pulled back until it was barely within her, the thick crown plugging the tight bud of her little ass. Then, abruptly, my restraint came apart and my mind was torn asunder by spectral images of color and light. In some way I was aware of her. Beautiful. Gorgeous. A stretched out, slender little angel with her legs spread wide around my rugged arms. The soft slope of her belly, her full breasts. The little pretty fingers of her hand buried in her perfect kitty. Her face, flushed, filled with want. Eyes hazy. Almost sleepy. Satisfied. Was she smiling?

I hoped so.

I came hard. Ferociously. It started in my belly, the rippled strength of my abdomen tightening all at once, and ran outward. For a moment I lost track of what was happening, carried away on sensation, and then I felt the first jet travel through me. It was thick. Hot. A splash of molten seed that would have painted her from her gorgeous pussy lips to her pretty nose. The force of it was incredible. Curled my toes. Tightened my thighs. I wondered briefly what it would feel like to her, my cock barely inside her, and that first jet certainly shooting all the way up into her tight little tunnel in a sudden molten flood of hot cum.

I'd a second. Maybe two before the next jet.

I shoved myself to the hilt inside her, filled her up, felt my cock plunge through her cum-filled tunnel as it clamped down around me.

"F-Fuck." I growled, eyes on hers. Glad she was watching me as I was watching her.

The next jet was even harder. It rocked me forward some, my weight pressing down on her, my strength against her wide-spread legs. Another. Another. Another. Endless ropes of cum poured into her ass, flooding her, running hot and deep without relent. My arms began to quake as the pleasure arched through me and assaulted my mind's grip on the muscles that poised me. I was still cumming when I pulled from her ass with a tight, lewd pop that told me how stretched she'd been by my massive cock.

The last jet leapt into the air in a heavy, heavy arc before the rope of cum splashed across her belly and breasts. Another spurted out to paint her fingers as they fucked her pretty pussy.

She was gorgeous.

 

[Perplexia]

It was almost as if he planned the timing to perfection. No sooner had he started to cum did I. My body once again writhed wildly beneath him as i shuddered and cried out in harmoniousness tones of bliss and lust.
Over and over again he filled my ass with his juice. Claiming it without any hesitation making sure i knew it was his.

He was amazing to watch even through my cum haze, they way his face contorted with each release. Then he pulled out and showered me with it. Claiming my tits, my stomach and my filled pussy as well.

I moaned beneath him taking out my cum soaked fingers and holding them to his mouth for his taste. No doubtingly my ass was gaping from his cock. My pussy as well from my pussy. I smiled to him, relaxed, sated and calmed by my claiming.

 

[Light Ice]

That lazy, cheshire smile. The smile of a satisfied girl. I let her legs drift from my arms, let her curl up under the strength of my body. Her fingers found my thin lips, dragged across them. I'd smelled her sweetness on the air when I'd filled her. Tasted it now.

I was glad to see she was no priss. That laying there, painted and filled, was a pleasure to her.

 

[Perplexia]

Curling up beneath him. She smiled stroking her now cleaned fingers over his cheek. Her eyes were heavy from the fucking he gave her. "thank you" she mewed out softly before drifting as he covered her limp body with his. She knew that when she woke he would be gone. But hoped that he'd be back again to take what was his for another ride.