Writing Challenge: 50 Words -- With a Twist

Picking her up he tossed her on the bed. Kneeling between her legs he spread them wide and saw the white cream oozing between her shaved lips. Leaning down he tasted her sweet juice.

Looking down at him she saw their bodies glistening with sweat.
“Oh God baby.” She groaned

Bucking
Slowly
Ring
 
He gripped her bucking hips tighter and continued lapping up her sweet cum. Her spasms continued. When she could stand it no longer she begged
“I need you to fuck me.” He slowly pushed deep inside her. The ring around his manhood would keep him rigid for her continued pleasure.

Groan
Throb
Taste
 
Sliding up her body he kissed her lips letting her taste her sweet cum.
Feeling his cock throb against her wet pussy he slipped the head inside her wet box.
Looking down at her he smiled as he rammed in deep.
“Oh fuck you feel so good baby.” She groaned.

Grips
Hands
Screams
 
With his hands on the headboard for leverage he begins to give her a good hard fucking. She locks her legs high around his waist as he drives deeper into her. She grips the edges of her pillow as she screams
“My cum baby, my cum, my sweet, sweet cum.”

Limp
Mouth
Stars
 
He closed his eyes and saw stars for the first time in his life. He pumped his cum deep in her hot cunt. Her pussy juices oozing out around his limp cock he wiggled against her.
“Round one done and out of the way.” He laughed, kissing her mouth hard.

Touch
Eyes
Torn
 
They both drifted off to sleep. He was awakened by her soft touch. The rose colored silk shirt was torn but there was no sadness about it in her eyes. She sucked his nipples. His body responded just as she knew it would. She lowered herself on to his erection.


Food
Teeth
Water
 
Her teeth nipping his skin as she slid down his hot body and positioned herself between his spread legs.

“MMM honey .” She moaned softly. “Give it to me baby.”

She swallowed down his hard cock like it was food. Sucking up and down drinking his precum like its water.

Growls
Pumped
Call
 
Her lips and tongue were working their magic. He tried to call out at his release but growls were all he could muster. He pumped a warm, thick, salty load in her mouth. The first spurt hit the back of her throat like a bullet. How she loved his taste.

Panties
Nails
Feather
 
Looking at him smiling , she swallowed. Laying between his legs she ran her nails across his naked body light as a feather.

“You taste good, but I’m hungry lets go find something to eat.” She whispered.

He held her panties up on one finger and smiled, “You want these?”
Unbelievable
Sexual
Desire
 
Jeans and polo for him.
“Wear this skirt and blouse. Oh, no panties or bra.”
Unbelievable she thought. He never failed at making sexual desire the subject. This outfit made her available for him to play with on the drive to the restaurant. He intended to do just that.

Conceal
Tingle
Squirm
 
His body tingled with excitement when he saw her approaching. He could help not but squirm as he lie on the bed, his limbs bound to each of four corners. She walked toward him intently but chose to conceal her bloodthirsty fangs that would soon sink into his unknowing flesh.





quagmire glowing spectral
 
It was hard to conceal how wet she was under her short skirt.

She began to squirm as they sat waiting for their table in the restaurant .

“How long do you think this is going to take?” She asked.

“The tingle in my cock says it better be fast.”

Restroom
Ass
Gently
 
The skirt was short but not enough to put her on display. She was his and his alone.
“May I be excused to use the restroom?”
“Certainly dear.”
He watched with delight the way the skirt clung to her gently swaying ass. Perhaps an order to go would be best.

Moon

Dark

Desire
 
Looking in the mirror she saw a young woman filled with more desire than she knew was possible.

Walking to where he was waiting, she smiled.

“I got it to go I hope you don’t mind.”

The moon lit their path as they walked hand in hand in the dark.

Laughed
Blanket
Picnic
 
They laughed knowing they turned heads in the restaurant.
“A picnic?”
“Splendid idea.”
They picked up a blanket from the cabin and headed to the lake. Sitting on the blanket her blouse barely buttoned she crossed and uncrossed her legs smiling and teasing endlessly him with peaks of her charms.

Warmth
Drops
Burn
 
Warmth from the sun still on the sand as they sat on the blanket.
Sipping her wine she smiled as he laid her back and sucked the drops off her lips.
“God, you taste so sweet.” He moaned.
Kissing him she felt her pussy burn with desire all over again.

Squeal
Birds
Erotic
 
Foreplay on a blanket on the beach in the dark, is there anything more erotic? He slipped his hand holding the ice cube up her skirt. She let out a squeal when he touched it to her warm, wet and swollen lips. The birds walking the sands mimicked her sounds.

Resist
Dock
Trickle
 
Foreplay on a blanket on the beach in the dark, is there anything more erotic? He slipped his hand holding the ice cube up her skirt. She let out a squeal when he touched it to her warm, wet and swollen lips. The birds walking the sands mimicked her sounds.

Resist
Dock
Trickle


Watching the water trickle down between her silky thighs, He couldn’t resist pleasing her. He had visions of this since the late evening they met in that chat room 6 months ago. She was the woman he craved.

“Lets go down to the dock.” he whispered softly in her ear.

Dance
Lapping
Scent
 
Once on the dock he slid his hand up her skirt and started to slowly trace her sweet lips. Her hips began a familiar dance. When he deemed her wet enough he pushed the skirt up to her hips and began lapping up her cream. Her scent filled the air.

Trembling

Signal

Wildly
 
Her legs were trembling wildly giving him the signal she was ready for his tongue to slip in her wet pussy.

Looking down watching his face in the moonlight, she held the hem of her dress up.

"Fuck yes just like that." She groaned bucking her hips against his face.

Light
Motor
Disturbed
 
The sound of a motor disturbed their passions. Light from the approaching yacht was their cue to move on.
“We could put on a show.”
“No Monica, your treasures are mine alone.”
At the cabin she shed her skirt and blouse. She stood naked and wanting. He unfastened his belt.

Hair

Ears

Rug
 
He supposed it happened to everyone he mused, examining his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He tilted his head up. Perhaps it was true, what they said; as men get older hair drops through their skulls and emerges from ears and nose. At this rate, he'd soon need a rug.

Beard, Marmalade, Silver.
 
The sound of a motor disturbed their passions. Light from the approaching yacht was their cue to move on.
“We could put on a show.”
“No Monica, your treasures are mine alone.”
At the cabin she shed her skirt and blouse. She stood naked and wanting. He unfastened his belt.

Hair

Ears

Rug


Monica ran her fingers through his hair. Holding him close she licked the outer edge of his ears.
“When am I going to get my fill of you my dear,” She whimpered in his ear.

Picking her up and laying her on the rug, he replied, “ I hope never.”

Sighs
Needing
Filled
 
Looking at him after they were done eating she had to chuckle as the marmalade was still in his silver beard.

Leaning over the table she raised his chin up towards her. She smiled and licked it out.

“You really are a very sweet man.” she said with a smile.
Sighs
Needing
Filled
 
"WHAT?" The messenger cowered. The cook stalked over. "Say that again?"

"Sir, well, it seems the swan and peacock pie...according to the Duchess of Hardon... lacked something."

"Oh, it did? and what, pray, was it needing?"

The messenger's sighs echoed. "Something about her being filled. Completely. Utterly. Totally stuffed."

Road, Snuffle, Coffin
 
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