artful
*His eyes as an Eagle's*
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Re: Powerless Art....Powerful Dream???
The puffy soft petal lips were peeking out wetly through the soft downy hair that enshrouded them.
A sinle drop her dewy like nectar slowly stretched
and dropped on Art's partially opened lips. The heady scent of her sex, wafted easily through each of Art's flared nostrils.
Like as an unspoken command, the words rang clearly in Art's mind, "Rise up stallion,...rise up, assert yourself and take this frisky mare, who has tried to gain your seed in an unfamiliar way!"
Art recognised the words, they came from a long ago story read in his childhood, "The Patient Stallion"! In the early 1700's, just off the now known Bermuda Islands, a small island, nestled on the outer edge of the group, had been near enough to give refuge to the only two survivors.
Allowing a huge black stallion, along with a mare,(who was ready to foal), to escape the sinking of a ship, on which they had been stowed.
Soon after, when the mare foaled,...she died, but the wobbly legged youngster some how survived. At first, the stallion was enraged that the mare had died, leaving him no way to release the stud desires that rent him apart.
Ever looking at the horizon, and once in a while, able to see ships passing in the distance,...he reared and snorted with wild abandon. Racing up and down the lonely beach, kicking up sand in hopes that one day,...a ship would rescue him from his loneliness.
For a full year he did this,...then one day,...he gave up. His energies spent, alone in his misery, he munched the abundant grasses, and resolved to enjoy himself as best he could.
The weather was almost always fair, and he took to enjoying the frolicing of the younger one. She had not only survived the trials and tribulations of staying alive, but now was beginning to show the pure white hair that adorned her slim frame.
At the end of the second year, the 2 year old showed signs of being in heat, and once again, the stallion felt the stirring in his loins. The need to plant his seed!
Throughout the 3 rd year,...he tried and tried to mount her, such was his driving need, yet he would not take her by force,...she was not ready. He sensed when the time was right,...he would know.
His patience was as strong, and enduring, as the powerful frame that he controlled. One day, as he trailed along behind her at a brisk gallop,...she stopped.
The breeze carried to his nostrils, that scent he knew only too well,...the scent of submission. Weak, with longing and excitement, he approached her, his flanks trembling with need.
Nostrils flared, he reared up on his hind quarters to come down on her from behind. With a small 'nicker', she bolted ahead, and looked back over her streaming tail to see if he would follow.
His mane whipping in the wind, he gave chase. As could be assumed, he caught her, and they mated. There was much more to the story, but that is what flashed through Art's mind as he gazed hungrily up at what he wanted.
He didn't know if Jaenelle,had forgotten to recast the spell on his cuffs, or it was the *Magic* of the story, that gave him the strength. When he snorted and exerted with all his might,... the cuffs bursted apart, and lay impotent on the bed.
Dream's eyes widened in surprised panic, as she tried to scramble off the bed. Alas, to no avail. For Art caught her easily with one massive paw, and slung her onto her back, in the middle of the bed.
Forcing her arms under her, he trapped them both with one powerful grip. "So,...you want me to lick your pussy do you my little one,...ok,...I will lick it,...but it will be done on MY terms."
Laying his heavy thigh atop one ankle, and firmly grasping the other, he began to work his own brand of torture on her swollen cunt.
At first she sneered her derision, as he began tongueing her sweetness. With disdain, she snorted at his efforts, her jeering words unheeded by Art, as he relentlessly pursued his goal.
Once more, time had no meaning to him,...but THIS time,...he was in control, and he knew it. Soon however, her derisive snorts, turned into whinnied protests.
She no longer struggled to escape, but writhed in sexual heat, straining to cause her body to be more fully accessible to his ministrations.
They both knew it, and they both gloried in the sensation of preparedness. Her juices flowed freely, and was instantly lapped up, by his invading tongue.
When she said,"Oh gawd,...I'm gonna CUM!" Art backed his head away and casually flipped her on her belly. She screamed in torment, at being so close, then being robbed of her orgasm.
Tears of frustration coursed down her cheeks, to land silently on the bedding, before being absorbed, and leaving a dark cirle of dampness.
Her fingers clawed, and gathered fistful's of the bedding, as she writhed in her sexual frenzy. Art had no desire to prolong it any longer.
Without saying a word, he gently pushed his hips forward, and entered the tip of his bulbous head, into the dripping opening that awaited him.
When she lunged backward, to impale herself fully on his hardness, he was prepared. He would take her, but on HIS terms. With a hand on each of her wide flaring hips, he resisted her lunge and held her still.
He now was POWERFUL,...as powerful as the 'Patient Stallion'. Knowing she had to wait, her body jerked, and spasmed with tension. Art slowly, ever so s--l--o--w--l--y, pushed forward steadily.
Dream groaned, at the intrusion of his powerful weapon, but hissed under her breath, "More,... please more,...I can take it,...I can take it ALL!" Steadily, he pushed forward, till she taken it all.
Dream NOW began rotating her hips,...rolling them in a way that only women could do. "Yesssssss",..
she hissed,..."YES,...omg, YES!!!" Art now began to slowly piston his steel like cock in and out.
The smooth strokes, fanning each of them to blaze their flames of lust, yet even higher. When she came the first time,...she never let out a peep,...for fear he would again withhold her orgasm.
Art, feeling the contractions of her tight vaginal walls milking his cock, began plunging her depths in earnest. Dream, wanting to rest from her cramped position, cried out,
"Art,...please,...wait a minute,...let me catch my breath, but Art was too far gone. Jerking her hips back, to meet each of his long thrusts, he snorted, and bent his long frame forward, across her back.
With both hands clasped to the upper part of her thighs, her jerked her back, time and again, ploughing her furrow with his rampant maleness.
Dream struggled to escape, but when she did, he simply laid his head down on her petite neck, and crushed her breasts to the bed.
The fury was in him, as he sawed his piston slickly, in and out, in and out! Once more she tried to wiggle free. Art merely gathered a morsel of her neck into his panting mouth, and clamped down fiercely in warning. Holding his mare at bay,...till he finished.
"So close,...so fucking close,"...no way would Art be refused that which he was driving for! Grunting and snorting, his hips rammed forward as a pile driver,...thrusting, jamming, lancing her womb,...attacking the very core of her being.
Now, Dream was overwhelmed, by the nearness of yet another orgasm. Her mind, lost also, in a cloud of desire. Unloosening his fierce grip on her neck, which he had barely been able to hold back from drawing blood,Art speared her fully one last time.
Rearing his head back, facing the ceiling, he unleashed a savage primal scream. Flexing his buttocks, he felt the first stream of cum race from below to speed along the too narrow passage, and empty with a surge, into Dream's farthest recesses.
The highest of highs had been obtained by both at the same time. A piercing scream rent the air as Dream began her contractions. Art,...being the Master that he was,...somehow managed the coherency to reach toward the bedside table, and grasp the now melted bowlful of wax.
As the pounding pulses of molten liquid, came streaming back along the length of his squirting cock to, `splat`, silently atop the bedding, he tilted the full bowl, slowly over her back.
The small rivulet of melted wax seemed to take forever, to meet the sunken furrow of Dream's spine. As the it touched her, first up high between her scrunched shoulder blades, Dream screamed again, and began to convulse in yet another earthshaking orgasm.
After having emptied the small bowl, and leaving a trail up her back to drip listlessly on their still fully impaled coupling, they both passed out.
~~~~~~~END of SEX 101~~~~~~~
Artful's dream said:Dream stands alone before Art.. naked now except for the smile on her face..
She feels very proud of herself indeed,capturing this man,this treasure...
She looks at Him as he lie there helpless,bound to the bedposts(i'm glad sis Jaenelle was here with me to bind His feet) ,seems like I always have such a time with these bindings (esp the HAND ones) cant NEVER seem to get them to fasten securely or to lock properly...
Looking at Artful, she sees He is still hard from Jaenelle's earlier advances,yet she can tell He has not yet had an orgasm.. hmmm she wonders .. "why not"?
She wants Him so bad right now,she sees the lust in His beautiful fire-filled eyes.,She feels He really wants her too.She needs Him so desperately and longs to fuck him but.. she must teach Him a lesson..She calls out to Him .."If You think I danced well last nite ,love,well you're not gonna want to miss my "performance" tonite either.. as a matter of fact,"you're the star!!" (WEG)
Her nipples as hard as a rock,and her pussy glistening with wetness,as though from a raging river,Dream climbs astride Art's manly chest...
"Now ,Let's see what a "Master' you are at eating pussy baby!"she straddles her body so that her dripping cunt is directly over His face...
The puffy soft petal lips were peeking out wetly through the soft downy hair that enshrouded them.
A sinle drop her dewy like nectar slowly stretched
and dropped on Art's partially opened lips. The heady scent of her sex, wafted easily through each of Art's flared nostrils.
Like as an unspoken command, the words rang clearly in Art's mind, "Rise up stallion,...rise up, assert yourself and take this frisky mare, who has tried to gain your seed in an unfamiliar way!"
Art recognised the words, they came from a long ago story read in his childhood, "The Patient Stallion"! In the early 1700's, just off the now known Bermuda Islands, a small island, nestled on the outer edge of the group, had been near enough to give refuge to the only two survivors.
Allowing a huge black stallion, along with a mare,(who was ready to foal), to escape the sinking of a ship, on which they had been stowed.
Soon after, when the mare foaled,...she died, but the wobbly legged youngster some how survived. At first, the stallion was enraged that the mare had died, leaving him no way to release the stud desires that rent him apart.
Ever looking at the horizon, and once in a while, able to see ships passing in the distance,...he reared and snorted with wild abandon. Racing up and down the lonely beach, kicking up sand in hopes that one day,...a ship would rescue him from his loneliness.
For a full year he did this,...then one day,...he gave up. His energies spent, alone in his misery, he munched the abundant grasses, and resolved to enjoy himself as best he could.
The weather was almost always fair, and he took to enjoying the frolicing of the younger one. She had not only survived the trials and tribulations of staying alive, but now was beginning to show the pure white hair that adorned her slim frame.
At the end of the second year, the 2 year old showed signs of being in heat, and once again, the stallion felt the stirring in his loins. The need to plant his seed!
Throughout the 3 rd year,...he tried and tried to mount her, such was his driving need, yet he would not take her by force,...she was not ready. He sensed when the time was right,...he would know.
His patience was as strong, and enduring, as the powerful frame that he controlled. One day, as he trailed along behind her at a brisk gallop,...she stopped.
The breeze carried to his nostrils, that scent he knew only too well,...the scent of submission. Weak, with longing and excitement, he approached her, his flanks trembling with need.
Nostrils flared, he reared up on his hind quarters to come down on her from behind. With a small 'nicker', she bolted ahead, and looked back over her streaming tail to see if he would follow.
His mane whipping in the wind, he gave chase. As could be assumed, he caught her, and they mated. There was much more to the story, but that is what flashed through Art's mind as he gazed hungrily up at what he wanted.
He didn't know if Jaenelle,had forgotten to recast the spell on his cuffs, or it was the *Magic* of the story, that gave him the strength. When he snorted and exerted with all his might,... the cuffs bursted apart, and lay impotent on the bed.
Dream's eyes widened in surprised panic, as she tried to scramble off the bed. Alas, to no avail. For Art caught her easily with one massive paw, and slung her onto her back, in the middle of the bed.
Forcing her arms under her, he trapped them both with one powerful grip. "So,...you want me to lick your pussy do you my little one,...ok,...I will lick it,...but it will be done on MY terms."
Laying his heavy thigh atop one ankle, and firmly grasping the other, he began to work his own brand of torture on her swollen cunt.
At first she sneered her derision, as he began tongueing her sweetness. With disdain, she snorted at his efforts, her jeering words unheeded by Art, as he relentlessly pursued his goal.
Once more, time had no meaning to him,...but THIS time,...he was in control, and he knew it. Soon however, her derisive snorts, turned into whinnied protests.
She no longer struggled to escape, but writhed in sexual heat, straining to cause her body to be more fully accessible to his ministrations.
They both knew it, and they both gloried in the sensation of preparedness. Her juices flowed freely, and was instantly lapped up, by his invading tongue.
When she said,"Oh gawd,...I'm gonna CUM!" Art backed his head away and casually flipped her on her belly. She screamed in torment, at being so close, then being robbed of her orgasm.
Tears of frustration coursed down her cheeks, to land silently on the bedding, before being absorbed, and leaving a dark cirle of dampness.
Her fingers clawed, and gathered fistful's of the bedding, as she writhed in her sexual frenzy. Art had no desire to prolong it any longer.
Without saying a word, he gently pushed his hips forward, and entered the tip of his bulbous head, into the dripping opening that awaited him.
When she lunged backward, to impale herself fully on his hardness, he was prepared. He would take her, but on HIS terms. With a hand on each of her wide flaring hips, he resisted her lunge and held her still.
He now was POWERFUL,...as powerful as the 'Patient Stallion'. Knowing she had to wait, her body jerked, and spasmed with tension. Art slowly, ever so s--l--o--w--l--y, pushed forward steadily.
Dream groaned, at the intrusion of his powerful weapon, but hissed under her breath, "More,... please more,...I can take it,...I can take it ALL!" Steadily, he pushed forward, till she taken it all.
Dream NOW began rotating her hips,...rolling them in a way that only women could do. "Yesssssss",..
she hissed,..."YES,...omg, YES!!!" Art now began to slowly piston his steel like cock in and out.
The smooth strokes, fanning each of them to blaze their flames of lust, yet even higher. When she came the first time,...she never let out a peep,...for fear he would again withhold her orgasm.
Art, feeling the contractions of her tight vaginal walls milking his cock, began plunging her depths in earnest. Dream, wanting to rest from her cramped position, cried out,
"Art,...please,...wait a minute,...let me catch my breath, but Art was too far gone. Jerking her hips back, to meet each of his long thrusts, he snorted, and bent his long frame forward, across her back.
With both hands clasped to the upper part of her thighs, her jerked her back, time and again, ploughing her furrow with his rampant maleness.
Dream struggled to escape, but when she did, he simply laid his head down on her petite neck, and crushed her breasts to the bed.
The fury was in him, as he sawed his piston slickly, in and out, in and out! Once more she tried to wiggle free. Art merely gathered a morsel of her neck into his panting mouth, and clamped down fiercely in warning. Holding his mare at bay,...till he finished.
"So close,...so fucking close,"...no way would Art be refused that which he was driving for! Grunting and snorting, his hips rammed forward as a pile driver,...thrusting, jamming, lancing her womb,...attacking the very core of her being.
Now, Dream was overwhelmed, by the nearness of yet another orgasm. Her mind, lost also, in a cloud of desire. Unloosening his fierce grip on her neck, which he had barely been able to hold back from drawing blood,Art speared her fully one last time.
Rearing his head back, facing the ceiling, he unleashed a savage primal scream. Flexing his buttocks, he felt the first stream of cum race from below to speed along the too narrow passage, and empty with a surge, into Dream's farthest recesses.
The highest of highs had been obtained by both at the same time. A piercing scream rent the air as Dream began her contractions. Art,...being the Master that he was,...somehow managed the coherency to reach toward the bedside table, and grasp the now melted bowlful of wax.
As the pounding pulses of molten liquid, came streaming back along the length of his squirting cock to, `splat`, silently atop the bedding, he tilted the full bowl, slowly over her back.
The small rivulet of melted wax seemed to take forever, to meet the sunken furrow of Dream's spine. As the it touched her, first up high between her scrunched shoulder blades, Dream screamed again, and began to convulse in yet another earthshaking orgasm.
After having emptied the small bowl, and leaving a trail up her back to drip listlessly on their still fully impaled coupling, they both passed out.
~~~~~~~END of SEX 101~~~~~~~
for you sis.
who? Lil ole me?
