Sex Shop's first Contest: Best Fantasy

[kuju]

So you think your fantasy could drive not only YOU wild, but our sexy and racy panel of judges? You think you could get BigJim hard and Kuju wet? (okay, that was uncalled for, but dammit, I'll say what I WANT!)

Post your best sex fantasy here. Romantic, Kinky, Racy, Dominatrix if you want.

Rules:
-NO ANIMALS! I DO NOT WANT TO READ ABOUT ANIMALS, and I'M running the fucking contest!
-NO CHILDREN! for you little molestors out there, stay away from the juveniles!
-No... uh... hurting people? I mean, a little S/M is okay, but let's not get into the "fucking the bruised girl" kind of thing.
-NO RAPE! (for you sick little fucks out there)
-and just for you REALLY sick fucks... no necrophilia. (that's fucking dead people... god what's wrong with you?)


So anyways, not that the icky part is over, I'm waiting to be aroused! muahahahahahaha!

Prize to be announced.
Post fantasies in this thread! and since some people are wondering, it does NOT have to include sex!

[Wolf]

My fantasy..

What if it doesn't involve sex?
To be truly happy I wouldn't need sex.

But, since this IS the sex shop, I'll include the sex bits...

I come home after a horrible day at school, so I lie in bed for about an hour and a half. The phone rings. I pick up.

Me: *uuurgh..* "Hello?"
Girl I am deeply in love with (no name): "Hello Daniel, rough day at school?"
Me: "Very..."
Gal: "Come over here, I'll try to brighten up your day."
Me: "Be there soon. Bye."
*click*

I take a quick shower and make the trek across town.
*knock knock*
*Girl opens door, wearing a towel and bra*
Gal: "Hang on Dan, lemme get some clothes on."
Me: "uhh... ok" *I sit down on couch. see box of condoms on table*

--couple minutes later--

*girl comes out, slips movie into VCR*
Girl: "I hope you like it"
*movie: The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring (it's MY fantasy I'll do whatever the fuck I want)*
Me: "I have this movie, you know that."
Her: "I know"
*she kisses me softly*
Me: *slightly stunned* Umm... wow...
*we lie down on the couch, not paying attention to the movie, cuddling and kissing and saying many "I love you"'s*
*movie ends, far too quickly, it seems, although the movie is a very long one*
Me: "What's with the condoms on the table?"
Her: "Well, I bought them... So we could... You know..."
Me: "Are you sure you want to? It's a big deal..."
Her "I am sure, I love you, I want to be with you forever..."
Me: "I love you too, and forever is not enough time to be with you..."
*we go to her room, without the condoms*
*we lie down on the bed, groping, fondling, cuddling, kissing*
Me: "I love you"
Her: "I love you too."
*we proceed to make love, slowly, taking much pleasure in the act*
Her: "I love you"
Me: "I love you, forever and always."
*we fall asleep in eachother's arms*
*I wake up early, so I go into the kitchen and make us breakfast, so I can bring it to her in bed*
Me: "Wake up, time for breakfast"
Her: "Awww... Thanks" *smoochy smoochy*
*she goes to the bathroom for all of 5 minutes, and somehow comes out beautiful, the kind of beautiful only certain girls can do, she's in her pyjamas and for some reason looks more beautiful than a princess in her best gown*
Me: "I love you"
*She doesn't say anything, instead she kisses me and we make love again*
*we again fall asleep in eachothers' arms*


The End... Or is it?

[kewlgal99]

i am SO angry. i just spent an hour writing down the ultimate fantasy.

and then when i pressed submit it made me sign in again

and then it was gone.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

ill summarize it, although all the x rated writing is gone

hot man, tropical island, waterfall cave, hot sex, skinny dipping, sunset.

[goofball]

2 5'10" redheads, fly me first class to fiji. Where I spend half my days watching baseball, basketball, interesting physics lectures and other educational pieces.
and the other half the day, having wild sex with both of them while SCUBA diving. I'll know how turned on they're getting thanks to their stream of exhaling bubbles getting more and more. We'll do some fucking at 50 feet, some just off the shore on the bottom, so people close to us can't see us. Some way out but on the surface, and some perfectly suspended in 'midair' feeling weightless. They would also make me omelettes and french toast for breakfast, excelleng sandwhiches for lunch, and be able to get any food i want for dinner.

[Fairy Princess]

OK, my fantasy doesnt involve sex, altho sexual acts could happen but they are not a necessity of my fantasy. Ok, heregoes:
First of all, my bf & i dont really "talk" a whole lot. I mean, we do
talk, but the convo btw us never gets very deep if you know what i mean.
Dont get me wrong, we do love each other and all, but the convo deffinatly could be alot better. So, my fantasy involves me going to his house- no one home of course, we lay on his bed for a few hrs in cuddle position, but facing each other, and we just lay there & talk about anything and everything, from how our day was, to what our favorite thing to do was when we were younger. ....ahhhh, the perfect day. :mrgreen:

[chiukit]

I'm home, doing nothing, pretty bored. Watching TV.


The doorbell rings.


It's my girlfriend in a schoolgirl uniforum (fuckin yea!) with pizza and beer.


Goes to the dinner table and throws down the pizza and beer.


Without saying a word, drags me to my room.


Kisses me softly, then fast... then throws me on my bed and ties me down.


While still very turned on she....








...hey wait a minute.

I don't even need the prize that you can get from this contest... so what's the point for me?

[Wolf]

Here's another fantasy...

I am walking down the street and get knocked down (not up :P ) and knocked out.

I wake up in an airport in the tropics somewhere, surrounded by naked women..

We dont have sex until later, and in the time being we talk and hug and fondle though...

The sex... Got like 50 women around meh getting eachother off and one woman on top of my *woohoo* and another one sitting on my face :P




That's the only fantasy I've ever had based solely around sexual pleasure

[kuju]

I love how you want the girl to bring pizza and beer, but never end up eating it because you go straight to sex, and even if you DO eat it, it's cold pizza and warm, flat beer!

and kewlgal... that sounds good! please finish it, even if the "back button" is pissing you off. God knows how many posts I have to rewrite.

[eurydice]

uhh, kuju? i've got a question....
i wrote something pretty hot for my b/f when we didn't get to see eachother for awhile, but it's relatively....detailed.

how x rated are we allowed to be?

[BigJim]

You think you could get BigJim hard?
well, none of you have done that yet! (except you kuju of course!)

eurydice, in the absence of kuju i say make it as explicit as you want and if needed we'll edit stuff out later.

[kuju]

yeah... explicit if fine... though I personally am not to thrilled if a guy calls out "I'm going to fuck you, you cunt" or something. lol.

[eurydice]

allllright, here goes... this is part one of a continuting email i sent him - and in my opinion, the least detailed. i tried to edit a bit to make it less explicit, but i'm not sure what a great job i did. oh well. kuju and bigjim, don't hate me for this if it's too much - you asked for it :wink: enjoy...

The Back Door
Part One
It all started one normal weekday in mid-August. You and I were talking on IM (as usual), and you were gloating over your new car. Granted, it wasn't a hot rod, but it was a relatively nice set of wheels from a generous neighbor who had decided to give you one hell of a deal. Laughingly, we were discussing the possibilities your new-found freedom now presented. Joking, I mentioned that my bedroom had it's own back door and that no one would ever know if I left the house for an evening. Little did I know how soon that door would be used...
The next night was sizzling. The temperature must have been in the 80s, with the humidity being absolutely overpowering. The air conditioning had recently died in the house (as it always seems to do when we need it most) so I took a cold shower and went to bed wearing a baby blue cotton nightgown with just the tiniest amount of lace. It had little spaghetti straps and reached just to my lower thighs, so if I bent down anyone standing behind me got quite the show. Smiling at my reflection in the mirror, I thought how pleased you'd be if you saw me right now, and briefly considered a little self- pleasuring before sleepytime. I thought better of it, though; it would only serve to make me hotter, and I definitely didn't need that tonight.
So I went to bed with the windows and my back door wide open. The crickets sang their summers' song, and the slightest evening breeze wafted over me. The light sheen of sweat that had formed on my body evaporated, and my nipples became stiff with surprise at the unexpected cooling. Smiling to myself, I tossed the covers aside and fell asleep, sprawled on my back and sheets pooled at my feet.
As this was happening, you had snuck out of your house and driven to mine. Parked outside, you quietly slipped around my house to the back door. Finding it unlocked, you opened the door as quietly as you could, relieved that I had not awoken. Looking around my room, you smiled at the numerous pictures of you and I and the many momentos we had collected over the months. However, your gaze soon settled on me.
As you looked at me, you were first overcome with tenderness and love - and then an altogether different emotion. Lust. My nightgown had ridden up the tiniest bit, so that you could just make out the tiniest shadow of my newly shaven pussy. My wet hair was strewn and tangled on the pillow, and my nipples were hard from the constant breeze. Seeing me so helpless and exposed, you could feel your cock rise and strain against your shorts, begging to be set free.
Drawing closer to my bed, you parted my legs just slightly and inhaled the aroma of freshly showered pussy. Gently bending my knees, you nudged your head towards my warm center. All of the sudden, you plunged your tongue all the way inside me.
I woke with a cry at the sudden assault on my most private areas. Involuntarily, I bucked up towards your face, not realizing that this was reality and not some amazingly wonderful dream. After a few seconds, I awoke fully - and for the first time, wondered what in the world was going on down there. I looked down and was astounded to see the top of your head working furiously on my clit, and what felt like two fingers pumping in and out of my now-wet pussy. Suddenly, I came in my first shuddering orgasm, my innermost muscles involuntarily squeezing your deeply thrusting fingers.
Grinning, you removed your face from my soaked crotch. Mischievously, you brought your face close to mine and whispered, "What a nice way to wake up!" Seeing me moan and then nod my head vigorously, you smiled and said, "Better than an alarm clock, eh?"
"Oh yes,"I murmured. "Oh God, yes." I began to lift myself from the pillow, but discovered that the orgasm you had just given me was so intense that I didn't have the muscle strength to do so. Helping me, you lifted me up by the waist until I sat facing you on my bed. I looked at you in awe. "How did you get here?"I asked, mystified.
"Oh, my car. Wanna see it?" you asked, that look of planning in your eyes that I knew so well.
"Why not?" I responded, mentally anticipating and accepting whatever was in store for the evening. Extending your hand, I took it and smiled up at you. This was going to be a night to remember.

[BigJim]

okay, that one worked for me!!!! :mrgreen:

[Wolf]

Nearly broke the button on my pants.

Damn, you're good eury!... I want more...

[stace]

there's a site http://www.yesnomaybe.com once you get over all the sex crazed maniacs in there (if you think this forum is bad ha this get's pretty bad, and to what i can tell most of these peeps are young teens) theres a wholesection on stories, i looked there once for advice, big mistake, but they do "edit" what is written by leaving letters out of words but you can tell what is there.
the best stories they have there, if i can use that as an entry i will but if people need ideas i guess, although from titles i've seen some get pretty different i'll say.

[SweetNSexy]

Yeah, there's no way in hell I could ever top eurydice... but oh well

My boyfriend and I have a beach house (You know the kind, theres a balcony off of the kitchen and you're only 50 ft away from the ocean. All of the beach houses are on top of a little cliff, etc) It's a beautiful day out, we get our perfect red and white blanket and a picnic basket and go out to the beach for a little dinner. Surprisingly, the beach is empty. He's wearing a button-up shirt and khakis while I am wearing a yellow sundress and falls just to the middle of my thighs. It gets awfully warm, so he has to take his shirt off. While we're setting up the picnic, there's a gust of wind, and my little dress flies up and shows him something he's been waiting to see all day. He can't resist, so he gently lays me down on the blanket and begins kissing my neck, my chest, my stomach, my dripping pussy... Its the best feeling in the world, but I have to be quiet, otherwise the neighbors will hear and see what is going on. He keeps teasing me, touching me, until I have the best orgasm ever! After that, we are both so hott that we need a swim, but of course, we didn't wear our bathing suits to the beach. He takes off his pants while I strip out of my sundress, and we head to the ocean. While we're splashing around, we see a huge rock that we'd never noticed before, just sitting by the shore. Since we'd never seen it before, we went to explore. I give my boyfriend the look I always give him when I have an idea, a sexual idea. He gets the hint and lifts me onto the rock. I help pull him up, when i see how hard he is! Mmmm, I love knowing that I can do that to him. Now it's my turn to lay him down and give him a thrill or two. I don't bother teasing, I start sucking his hard cock like I'll never see him again. Since the waves are crashing, we don't bother being quiet. I hear his moans and it just turns me on more. He cums and while I swallowed most of it, there's still a little on his stomach, so I go and lick all of that off. Apparently, he enjoys seeing this, and he gets hard almost instantly again. He leads me over to our picnic and lays me down again. We have the best sex in the world, and both of us are exhausted afterwards. We just lay there, covered up in our blanket, wrapped up in each other, living in our own little world. He kisses my cheek and tells me how beautiful I am, how much he loves me, how he loves the taste of me, the smell of me, everything about me. He tells me how he wants to be with me forever.

yeah yeah, it's cheesy, but I love it..

[Shocka]

fate

~ a romance by the Shocka


The music blared on, but for a second, time stopped. From the distance, they stared at each other.

Niether had ever done anything like this before. From behind her non-flattering pink dress and small, blue framed glasses, she could feel herself blushing, and she looked away, embarressed. He was cute, a nice looking guy - but at a place like this...? She turned back to her friends, who were crowded around the table, drinking and talking. They had dragged her along to the club opening - out of her safe haven - to get her out for once. She sighed; it was unfair that they thought she hated going out. It was just clubbing, the noise, the music, the sleazebags. She glanced back at the guy, who was still looking at her, and wondered if he was the same as him, the other guy. The bastard. Though she quickly forgot about him, and looked back at the cute guy.

He stared at the pretty girl, on the other side of the dance floor. She's beautiful, he thought, and turned back to his friends, who were standing around the bar, talking up some of the women who had turned up to greet them. He groaned at them - their clothes were revealing and left nothing to the imagination. Despite being rather pretty, they just looked bland. They had nothing on the girl on the other side of the dance floor. He turned back and smiled at her. She smiled back. Behind her, her friends were getting up, and she turned around and followed them to the dance floor.

Phil turned around to his friends. He was sure they wouldn't miss him, so he slowly edged around the rail to the lit dance floor. A fast dance song was playing, and he chuckled at all of the inexperienced dancers head banging on the floor. He was no better, but it still amused him. As he came onto the floor, he looked up at his friends, who were laughing at him. He couldn't understand it - why drag him along to a new club opening if they weren't even going to dance? All they ever did was get drunk. Oh well, he thought, onto the floor!

As she danced with her friends, Cheryl looked up - it was him, moving towards them - oh god, what to do! She tried to look like she knew what she was doing, but then saw that he was just as bad a dancer as she was, and she smiled at him. Her shyness went away as he came over, lifted her hand and kissed it. Gentlemanly! It was as romantic as it was silly. The music was loud, and she couldn't hear what he was saying. He moved towards her and spoke into her ear - "Phil." - "Cheryl." - "Dance?" - "Sure."

They danced together, Phil ignoring the jeers of his friends, as Cheryl was admired by her friends, who were still impressed with Phil's hand kissing thing. Neither of them were experienced dancers, but between them both, something just seemed to fit. A slower song came on, and they moved closer. "Do you like the club?" "Not really my thing," she replied, "Want to go somewhere else?" "Sure," he replied with a smile.

They left, and Phil walked next to Cheryl as they talked. It turned out they had a lot in common, and neither of them had wanted to go to the club. They had walked a long way, Phil following Cheryl, all the time wondering where they were going. Finally, Cheryl stopped at a gate. She opened it with a key, took Phil's hand, and they went in, revealing a huge, lush park, lit only by the soft moonlight. It glowed with romance; the couple walked into the centre, where a comfy bench sat.

"Where are we?" Phil asked her. "A park, silly," she gently teased him, flicking him with her hand. They sat and talked for a while, all the time both of them staring, wondering if they both wanted each other as much as they did. Then, as they looked at each other, the moon came out from behind the clouds, and they moved closer, and their lips touched.

Phil and Cheryl kissed long and tenderly. They were getting hotter and closer, until Phil was a little worried; "Are you sure we should be doing this here, in an open park?" "Well, this is private," she said, smiled, and kissed him again. The kiss was slow and romantic, but quickly became hotter. They moved closer, and Phil wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Their embrace continued, as she pulled herself onto him; she could feel him beneath her. He broke the kiss and gently touched her neck, lightly pecking. She closed her eyes and let the feelings run through her; he kissed her neck harder, and her heart beat faster. She pulled away from him, and undid the buttons of his shirt. She touched his hot skin underneath, and he pulled her onto himself, a deep kiss. His hands found the back of her dress, quick hands undoing. They separated as she took off his shirt, and her dress unfastened, revealing her deep-red bra.

Phil pulled Cheryl towards him and french kissed her neck, his hands cupping her small breasts. A small moan escaped her as Phil held her - she could feel a shuddering as she became more wet - his hardness against her was exciting, and her body was becoming intense. She was losing control, and she reached behind her back and undid her bra; if fell away, revealing her perfect brown nipples and petite lovely breasts.

Cheryl fell back onto the bench, and Phil moved over her, kissing her breasts. Below, his hands traced patterns on her belly, touching and fondling her tiny belly button. He moved down and licked it hard - tongue flickering just below - and Cheryl gasped. It felt so wonderful, and now she was flowing. She pulled him back up, and they kissed, as she undid his belt. They moved for a second, disrobing pants and dress, and kneeled next to each other in their underwear, and admired each other in the moon light.

They kissed, and his hands touched her soaking panties. He felt her moistness, and touched her warm skin. He noted how soft it felt, and slowly slid his hand under her underwear, feeling her wet pubic hair, and gently stroking her shivering clitorus. She broke their kiss in a gasp, and held his hand into her, her other arm around his neck in another hot, deep kiss.

His fingers felt further, and he was inside of her. His hardnes pressed against the side of her body, and Cheryl could no longer bear it. She broke the kiss and lay down on the bench, holding him as they took off their underwear. He stroked her neck and kissed her,and he slowly slid inside her. She moaned in pain for a second, but soon became used to his size. He withdrew, and entered, and they both felt the pleasure. He stared at her beautiful body, and touched her breasts, fingers playing with her nipple, as they made love.

Underneath Phil, Cheryl felt comfortable and safe; his hard body above, moving back and forth, touching her, it was wonderful. He sucked on her breasts, as her arms embraced his body, holding him towards her. The shuddering inside was building, building, and she knew she was coming. Her gentle gasps became longer, louder, and she was moaning hard. Phil stared down at her and kissed her neck hard, licking and tonguing her, tasting her sweat as her orgasm rocked her, and she screamed in pleasure.

They continued to make love, even as her body settled, and she felt relaxed. Phil reached down, under the park bench, trying to clasp onto something. "Phil, what are you looking for?" She stared up at him, his eyes shut in a strange annoyance.

Then, in a glance, he grabbed the icepick, and raised it in a stabbing motion. "Die, evil villian!!!"
Cheryl morphed back into woolley mamoth form and tackled him to the floor. "WHOOOT, BEAAASO MONGI TAKKA?" ("How did you know it was me?")
"From your oversized ears!" Phil declared, and exploded in matrimonious bliss.

The End






gimme my prize already

[kerrielouise]

Then, in a glance, he grabbed the icepick, and raised it in a stabbing motion. "Die, evil villian!!!"
Cheryl morphed back into woolley mamoth form and tackled him to the floor. "WHOOOT, BEAAASO MONGI TAKKA?" ("How did you know it was me?")
"From your oversized ears!" Phil declared, and exploded in matrimonious bliss.

The End
well, i wasn't expecting that!!! :lol:

gimme my prize already
so far i think it's between you and eurydice, but i think with the bit at the end of yours, you're a little bit ahead! :cool3:

kerrie
--x--

[nicruns]

shocka you ruined it ugh!! it was great until the end. and eurydice yours was really good too.

and nate.... what about me? julia doesnt get to have ALL the fun :wink:

[eurydice]

hmm...looks like i've got some competition....well, that was only part one. i dunno though, the next two parts get pretty bad, even though they are a whole lot hotter. what to do, what to do?

lemme know :wink:

[jack\'s internet persona]

hmm...looks like i've got some competition....well, that was only part one. i dunno though, the next two parts get pretty bad, even though they are a whole lot hotter. what to do, what to do?

lemme know :wink:Post the other ones, all the other ones.

[Wolf]

hmm...looks like i've got some competition....well, that was only part one. i dunno though, the next two parts get pretty bad, even though they are a whole lot hotter. what to do, what to do?

lemme know :wink:Post the other ones, all the other ones.

Agreed

Damn I was hard for an hour after reading that story...

(ok, so there's a little exaggeration, sue me)

[Shocka]

I s'pose I could do a real entry, rather than that hilarious soybean above. But it might end up being something like Brutal Punishment or How Her Asshole Was Bruised or something.

(and they say romance is dead)

[Bravehearter]

*flips through a Penthouse Forum magazine for one thats apporopriate*

[Wild N Crazy]

Girl and Guy had been looking forward to their vacation on Maui from the moment they booked the trip. And now, just two days removed from Chicago, they were completely intoxicated by the island's charms. The sun had been hot, the air fragrant, the water warm. Their Saturday morning had consisted of a long run, a little snorkeling, and catching some rays on the beach. Lunch had been excellent: an Hawaiian version of Whipped Cream for Guy, a similarly prepared Strawberries for Girl. In the afternoon they'd taken a leisurely drive in their rental pick em up truck, played a set of tennis, and soaked in a hot Jacuzzi. And now, at around 6:30 in the evening, they were relaxing in their hotel suite, listening to some rock music. "You think we should start getting dressed to go out for dinner?" Guy asked. "I'm in no hurry," Girl replied, putting down her Coke and starting toward him.


Guy took a sip from his Coke as he watched Girl approach. Her skin glowed from the sun, her brown hair shone brightly. Guy enjoyed the view, taking in her luscious breasts, unencumbered by a bra or even a bikini top, under her white t-shirt. He loved the way her bikini bottom was cut high on her hips, then dove down into the lovely "V" between her firm thighs. This look was almost as nice as when she just wore that very sexy laced underwear of hers. And God, he thought, has she got the most fantastic legs in the world, or what? Girl took his hand, and kissed it, then sucked his middle finger into her mouth. Gently releasing it, she began kissing her way up his arm, mixing in playful little licks. "Hmm, you taste better than strawberry," Girl said. She planted her lips fully on his, and kissed him deeply. Guy returned the kiss, hard, their tongues playing a game of tag. He traced his tongue across her teeth.

Girl loved the way Guy kissed her. Actually, she loved everything he did to her. In her opinion, theirs had been almost a magical relationship from the start. Sure, there was a physical attraction. He was a terrific looking guy, gorgeous brown eyes, and he had the absolute best ass she'd ever seen. And did he ever look great wearing his nothing. But it was so much more than that - they had such a wonderful spiritual connection. And now, to be away together in this magical place... well, it was a dream come true. Girl really wanted to make it even more fantastic. She pressed herself against Guy, and felt his already erect penis against her belly. She straddled his leg, and pressed herself against his (other) hard muscle.

After a moment, Girl said, "Come on." Then she reached into Guy's trunks, pulled out his rigid manhood, and used it like a leash to lead him toward the sliding glass door. "That's a very effective method for getting me to follow you," Guy said, "though I do feel a little like the pet dog. And by the way, where are we going?" "To watch the sunset," Girl replied. "Umm, outside?" Guy said, concerned about getting arrested on an indecent exposure charge. "Don't worry, no one can see into our balcony," she responded. "It's totally private out there. In fact, let's make this easier." And with that, she pulled Guy's trunks right off. "All right," Guy responded, "private is as private does." And with that, he pulled her tiny bikini bottom off.

The two of them, wearing just t-shirts, moved out onto the balcony. The sun was rapidly falling into the blue Pacific, a smattering of clouds in the western sky glowing bright red and orange. Girl motioned Guy to take a seat on the lounge chair, which he did, his manhood sticking up toward the colorful sky. Then she nestled herself back against him, rubbing him with her bare butt as made herself comfortable.

Guy wrapped his arms around her, and they sat for a moment, just enjoying the view. Not to mention holding each other. Guy began to kiss Girl's neck, then traced a line with his tongue up to her ear. He licked around it, finally placing his tongue into the hole. Girl moaned, closed her hazel eyes, and pushed herself back against him even more.

Guy snuck his right hand under Girl's shirt, and began to fondle one of her breasts. The nipple was already hard, and he gently rubbed it between his fingers. He dragged his hand over this firm mound, across to the other breast, and fondled it the same way. The sun was now hanging just over the water, mere minutes from disappearing.

Girl pushed forward slightly, making some room for her to sneak her hand back and grasp Guy's rigid penis. As she rubbed up and down his stiffness, Guy slid his left hand up under Girl's shirt, and used it to take over fondling her breasts. Then his right hand began a slow descent over her belly and down into her pubic hair. Girl pushed forward into his hand, and spread her legs wider apart. Guy slid a finger into her crevice, and gently moved it down toward her vagina. He dipped it into her openng, which was already sopping, and drew out some of her moisture. With his finger now lubricated, Guy began to gently draw it up and down across her clitoris. Little tingles of pleasure coursed through Girl with every pass. She gripped harder on Guy, continuing to pump him. The sky was glowing a brilliant rose color.

Girl was beginning to breathe harder, and rock her pelvis. Guy began to alternate his stimulation, between tickling her clitoris and plunging a finger into her vagina. Her hand worked even faster on Guy. She was so wet, so hot. So ready. The sun was now just a tiny line of yellow above the sea.

Girl twisted around - she had to get Guy her mouth. She drove her mouth over his tower, sucking as hard as she could. It was partly to get him wet, but mostly because she just loved to feel his member in her mouth. "Hey, both you and the sun are going down," Guy said breathlessly. Not wanting to lose contact, but needing to express her opinion about his joke, Girl reached up and gave a handful of Guy's black hair a yank. She made up for it by running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft a few times, then finally looked up at him. "You ready, funny man?" Girl said. Guy nodded. Girl turned back to face the setting sun, and Guy pushed her up off the lounge. Girl then spread her legs, and, supported by Guy, lowered herself until the tip of his penis was nestled ever so lightly, just touching her wet, engorged lips. It was torture for them both, a torture neither of them wanted to end. With a deep breath, Guy just let her go, and she slid all the way down his pole in one smooth movement. "Oooh," she moaned. Or was it him?

Guy held her down on him for a moment, needing a second to get control of himself. Then slowly, he began to lift her up and down. Just a little at first, very deliberately. The sun was down now, the sky glowing a brilliant red. The wind had picked up slightly, the palm trees rustling.

Girl licked her finger, then gave her clitoris a few quick massages. Guy pushed her up more with each stroke, and held her up, his erection barely inside her warm wetness. Then he would let her slide all the way down his pole once more. Slowly, stroke after stroke, their passion built. At the height of each stroke, Girl's muscles would tense, squeezing Guy, imploring him not to pull out. And then he would let her slide down once more. Each time Girl felt like he went in a little deeper. Stroke after stroke. She ached for him to fill her all the way up, like his hardness extended even into her chest.

Girl's breathing grew more rapid. Her moans became more pronounced. One more stroke. Then another stroke. Faster now. Guy was completely coated with Girl's secretions. Her body began to shake. Guy's face contorted as he fought to hold off... And then the deep grunting from Girl that told Guy she was there. She was about to orgasm. Now he could let it go, too. Guy's arms held her tight, his penis as far in as it could possibly be... And with a final grunt, Girl lost control, shuddering into her orgasm. Guy let it go, too, shooting deep, deep within her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over them both. Guy felt like it would never stop. Girl hoped it never would. And then, finally, the contractions subsided. They fell back against the lounge chair, spent, but still connected. The sky was finally dark. Another great day on Maui had come to an end. But the night was just beginning.

with a little editing i'm sure that'd make you wet haha

[Fairy Princess]

with a little editing i'm sure that'd make you wet haha

...Oh yeah... Deffinately a good one there. Anyone got a fan around here?? :oops:
<<gulps down dasani water to cool off>>

[eurydice]

hmm...looks like the rules only call for one story. oh well, life's hard like that i guess :wink: sorry guys!

[Barefoot Matt]

hmm...looks like the rules only call for one story. oh well, life's hard like that i guess :wink: sorry guys!
I don't see that rule anywhere. Wolf posted twice. And even if it doesn't count, you should still post the others anyway, because leaving us like this is torture!

[Klounn]

hmm...looks like the rules only call for one story. oh well, life's hard like that i guess :wink: sorry guys!
:gets on knees:

plz plz plz put your other ones :( or we'll all be un-stimulated... :cry:

[Fairy Princess]

yeah, i keep commin back in hopes to read more of the "hot steamy" story, but theres nothin! NOTHIN!!!

[Danae]

Dear Lord! Why didn't I see this thread sooner?! lol

[kuju]

one more day to put in your entries!

[Shocka]

:o

No, wait, Julia, I didn't know when the closing was - I've almost finished my really good story, it's really good, please don't close until I've posted it, pleeease! Trust me, it will make you very hard and Nate very wet.

[sophie]

k...this is a bit long, but what the hell...

It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and I was determined to give Luke the time of his life. He had been working so hard lately to pay off the steep debts that we had both accumulated as students, and our relationship (and sex life) had really suffered. It wasn't that we didn't love each other dearly: we did, but the routine of marriage, debt and bills had begun to take its toll.

Every day at about 8pm I would drive down to the accountancy firm where he worked, before returning home. I would cook dinner, after which he would fall straight asleep whilst I stayed up watching television and feeling sorry for myself. But today, I decided, would be different. Don't get the wrong impression: I'm no slut. I am usually a very conservative person. Luke and I were both virgins when we met, and we have enjoyed a loving, tender relationship for eight years. Yet I have always been concerned that I haven't been able to satisfy him in the bedroom. Our sex life is routine and unadventurous, partly due to our strictly Catholic upbringing.

The day before I had bought myself the perfect outfit for my plan. I had driven to a shop that was out-of-town because I was mortally afraid some of my friends would see me buying the costume. The woman who served me had seemed very surprised at a woman wearing a full-length skirt and a buttoned-up blouse buying the kind of clothes that I had.

I felt a pleasant shiver of excitement coarsing through my body as I slipped into the black mini-skirt, fastening the suspenders and pulling up my stockings. The length of the skirt shocked me at first: it barely concealed my tight, round ass and the suspenders fell well below the hem-line. Yet despite my immediate embarrassment, I couldn't wait to meet Luke. My legs were toned, tanned and perfectly smooth against the shiny leather, and I knew I looked hot. Before I had planned to wear a sweater to balance out the sluttishness of the skirt, but now I felt swept up in my own sexiness. Why not go the whole way? I chose a tight white shirt from my closet that hadn't fit me since my breasts had blossomed at seventeen. Without putting on a bra, I buttoned up the shirt which stretched and tightened under the pressure of my two considerable tits. Underneath the sheer, white fabric the darker tone of my two nipples could be perceived. I was elated and excited, with butterflies in my stomach. Never before had I attempted something as outrageous as this! I couldn't wait to see the look on Luke's face.

In the car, I felt a surge of power as I clamped my hands on the steering wheel and floored the accelerator. It was as if I had been transformed into a different person, my outfit had unleashed a dominating, empowered sex nymph that had lain dormant for all my life. I smiled a little as my skirt crept a little higher up my legs, exposing my long, sleek thighs. Just before I pulled up at Luke's work, I undid another button on my shirt.

"Hi darling, how was your d -" Luke's sentence hung in mid-air, unfinished.

A smirk laced my red lips. Luke stood statue-like, his eyes dropping from the two exposed crescents of my breasts to the suspenders that strapped my long legs. The power I had over him exhilirated me further.

"Are you going to get in the car?"

He suddenly shot into life, and clambered into the car, his eyes not leaving my body.
"W-Where are we going?"

"Just shut up and you'll soon find out."

I had never spoken to him in that tone of voice before, but far from irritating him it seemed to excite him still further. I could tell that he ached for me, he needed me. His hands were folded clumsily in his lap, but his eyes were scanning my figure hungrily, my body: full of sexual promises, innuendos and desire.

I was swept up in my own power. After a life of repression, I wanted to further my rebellion, to push my limits that little bit further. As we stopped at the traffic lights, I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt. Free from the restriction of fabric, my breasts inflated slightly, heaving up and down with hardened nipples. I excited myself; the beauty and power of my body and its effect on Luke turned me on still further. As I accelerated, the flaps of my shirt tore away from my body, exposing my rounded breasts completely. The double rush of public exposure and my new dominating role over my husband excited me even more. Cars slowed down to catch a glimpse of me, men stared and women averted their eyes, appalled. I was desirable, I was beautiful.

I stopped the car outside a popular bar and walked up to the entrance, Luke following goggle-eyed like an obedient puppy. Flinging open the doors, I entered: breasts popping out of an open shirt, wearing a leather mini-skirt and suspenders. All conversations stopped as a room-full of people stared at me in shock. Was it any surprise? I had become an embodiment of their life-long fantasies.

Suddenly I could feel Luke beside me, his arm slipping around my narrow waist. He felt worried now, I could tell, he was trying to exert his protection and power over me. But I didn't need his protection, and I was the one in control now. I removed his arm and swung around to face him.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

A confused expression passed across his face. Two conflicting emotions consumed him: his hot, intense desire for me, and his conservative nature, his need for monogamy. To be honest, I think he was scared of my new found independence.

I didn't wait for an answer, but lifted myself up onto the pool table. Shedding my shirt altogether, I could hear Luke exhale at the sight of me. Men watched my every movement with their eyes, mouths open.

"Come here."

He came, obediently. The blood had rushed to his head, and finally his penis was taking charge. I slipped my hand around the back of his head and pressed it to my breast, the warmth of his tongue exciting my nipples further. Parting my legs, I ripped off my underwear with my other hand exposing my wet pussy. With my other hand I parted my pussy-lips, expertly locating my clitoris and stimulating it whilst Luke played and teased my breasts. Throwing my head back, I closed my eyes as waves of pleasure rocketed through my body. My hips bucked in response to my fingers playing at my pussy. Luke too had finally shed his inhibitions and was sucking and massaging my breasts in a way he had never done before.

Now I was hungry for sex, I wanted Luke with an intense desire. I had never been so turned on before. I fumbled with his zip and finally managed to pull down his trousers, exposing a throbbing, hard penis. Taking it with my hand I guided it into my pussy, groaning loudly as I felt it rub against the walls of my wet cunt. He fucked me hard and fast, cupping a hand around my ass and breasts, his face pressed up against my smooth skin. I bucked underneath his expert hands, my pussy tight and tiny in comparison to his bulging, erect cock. I orgasmed seconds before him, crying out and screaming his name in front of a room of strangers.

Once he had shot his load we held each other tightly for a few moments without speaking. Everyone in the bar was still staring at us, whispering amongst themselves. I still don't think they knew what hit them, and they certainly didn't know how to react. I had surpassed myself: and discovered sexual freedom without the restraints of religion or society.

[Shocka]

Rain Drops

It was the night of the Ball, and Ann sat in the limo next to her boyfriend and date, Rees. They hadn't been together long, but Ann felt close to him as they sat with together with two other couples in the limo, listening to some metal music that the guys had selected. Her dress was deep red with straps, which matched Rees' crazy red tuxedo. She picked up his red tuxedo arm again, chuckled, and held onto him. They looked at each other and smiled, and she closed her eyes and hugged him.

The limo pulled into the Dance Studio car park, and the driver opened the door for them. They got out of the car, arm in arm, Rees and Ann. The other couples noted how right they looked for each other, and proceeded hand in hand behind them. Into the studio, the walls were decorated in bright blue, with the dance floor surrounded by streamers and balloons; in the centre, a sea blue disco ball. Ann smiled, and turned to Rees for his approval. He smiled a weak smile, and broke away from her to go see some of his friends, who were huddled in the corner. Ann sighed, and looked for their table. She found it, and sat down with some of her friends, who all looked gorgeous; Ann was pleased that she wasn't the only one to go all out for the Ball, the occasion talked about for months before. Although all of the other girls seemed to fantasize about it, she didn't quite get it, but was still pleased to go to such an occasion. It was grand to see Rees in a tuxedo, at any case. The thought made her smile.

A hand on her shoulder - "Care to dance, Annabel?" Only one person called her by her real name, and she turned to see Peter, in a traditional black and white tuxedo suit, grinning.
"You came!" she jumped up and hugged her best friend, who had asked her to the Ball a few weeks ago, but she had to turn him down, because of Rees. She wasn't sure if he was going to show after that, and was most pleased to see him. "You look great!"
"Thanks, so do you," he said, admiring her dress. He looked to the dance floor, where some of the people were now dancing. "Shall we?"
"Why not?" she smiled, and they walked down. They danced to a fast song, talking and laughing above the music. "Whose limo did you come in?" she yelled over the loudness.
"I drove!" - Ann laughed. Peter surely hadn't driven his little green Beetle car, but it was a humerous thought. In his dark and glamorous suit, driving in the fading and worn little car. He laughed too.
Ann was having fun with Peter, but was keeping a space in between them; she knew he had an enormous crush on her, and she didn't want to give him the wrong idea. She liked Peter as a friend, a good friend, but she was with Rees.

Wondering where Rees was, she looked over Peter's shoulder, and saw Rees coming onto the dance floor looking angry. He pushed Peter out of the way, and stared at her. "What are you doing?!"
Ann knew of his jealousy, but she also knew how to control him. She moved towards him and wrapped her arms around him, and whispered to him, "relax, you were talking to some friends, I was just talking to one of mine," and nibbled his ear. This always calmed him down, even when he was really mad. Behind them, she watched Peter, a little dazed, look at them with a pained look, and went off the floor to sit at his table. Ann sighed, looked back at Rees and they danced together for a while, and the night continued. The food was good, and she liked the music, even if it wasn't to Rees' taste. Throughout the night, Ann kept a look out for Peter, who had danced with numerous girls, who had also come without partners, and looked like he was having fun. She made a note to apologise to him for Rees later, and find out what he thought of the night. Towards the end, she was sitting at the table alone, while Rees was talking to the DJ. She admired the picture that was; all of the seniors on the floor dancing amongst the light and blue, it looked very pretty. Rees returned, and stood next to her. The DJ announced the final song, a request for 'someone special', a slow dance, and Ann was surprised to hear her favourite song.

"I see love and beauty all around,
I also see the sadness that's imbedded in your frown.
I wonder why you choose not to talk to those who surround
A sense of fear of lifting heavy feet
higer than you want to, I just want to believe youre truth...."

She looked up at Rees in awe stood up and took to the dance floor with Rees, they held each other and danced, inamongst the other couples also slow dancing. "Thanks for requesting this for me," she whispered to him, wondering how he knew her favourite song, seeing as though they rarely talked about herself. "Huh?" he grunted back. Ann frowned, but continued dancing

"Cause I only have one second, this minute today
I can't press rewind and turn it back and call it now.
And so this moment, I just have to sing out loud.
To say I love I like and breath in now.
To say I love I live and breath in now."

She looked up, and saw Peter sitting at the tables, staring at her. He winked. She continued to dance with Rees, even though she suddenly felt different with him. This continued, all the way to the end of the Ball, where she waited for him to return to the limo. She couldn't understand where he and his friends had got to, and was waiting for him, feeling a little deprived. It was starting to rain, and she got into the limo to wait.

He finally appeared, and she looked at him, a cheeky grin on his face. "Where have you been?" Ann asked him, and he chuckled. "It's a surprise," he said. She sighed, and Rees got into the limo, and they set off home. Out the window, as the limo left, she saw Peter walking out of the dance studio, and wondered if the night could have ended differently. Still, she was with Rees, and that was what was important. She hugged up to him.

After dropping the other couples off at their destinations, the limo headed back to Ann's place, where she and Rees had prepared to spend the rest of the evening together; her parents were out of town on business. The rain was getting harder, bucketting down, and Ann was silently glad to be spending the night inside. Halfway to her home, Rees peered out the window, and suddenly laughed, "ha ha ha, that'll teach the little retch!" Ann looked over him, and saw the green beetle car on the side of the road, with poor Peter trying to see what was wrong, the rain saturating his suit. He looked a wreck, and Ann realised he would probably have to walk to his home, on the other side of town. "Driver, stop and help!" she said to the driver, but Rees leant over and stopped her. "Why would we do that?" he smiled. It clicked, and she realised that Rees and his mates had done something. The limo stopped at her house, and Ann threw opened the door, enraged. She walked in the deep rain to her house, but she didn't care. She walked past the green bench that sat on her lawn, not even looking behind to Rees, and up to her front porch.

"Wait, Ann, wait for me!" Rees yelled to her, and got out. She ignored him, opened the front door, and locked it behind her. She looked through the eyehole, and saw Rees ringing the bell - behind him, the limo was leaving. "Let me in!" he yelled, "what are you doing, Ann? I just played a little joke on your friend - he deserved it! Didn't you see the way he was looking at you?"
"Go to hell, Rees!" she yelled to him. "What the hell are you doing?!" He was getting mad now. "I thought we were going to fuck! Isn't that tradition after this stupid Ball thing?!" he yelled to her. Ann ignored him, and went to the phone, to ring Peter to see if he was ok. His mobile wasn't on. Rees kept yelling at her through the door. The rain was coming down harder now, and she hoped he was getting saturated, or perhaps drowned. He deserved it. After 10 minutes he was still screaming at her, so she turned off the lights as if she'd gone to bed, and he stopped. She looked out the eye hole, and saw he had gone. She sighed, looking down at her watch. It was late, and she felt tired. She also felt depressed and sorry for her friend, of who she'd also felt different about since the last dance. The night hadn't gone well, and she wondered if it could have gone better.

Trying Peter's mobile one more time, she gave in, and got changed to go to sleep. It was late, and her big white Silverchair T-shirt felt like home. In her T-shirt and panties, she lay down to sleep, but she couldn't. Even though it was raining, it was a hot night, and her clothes stuck to her. Ann felt strange, and she wasn't sure what do to with herself, and that wasn't because of the weather. Peter was a friend. Just a friend. Wasn't he?

The doorbell rang. It startled her, and she got up to answer it.

Opening the door, Peter stood, soaked, in the same dark clothing. Dark rings under his eyes, he stared at her.

She stared back.

Without thinking, she leapt towards him, wrapping her arms around him, and kissed him.

Peter, at first surprised, soon returned the kiss, and held his strong arms around her. Together, close, the rain falling on them with the rich moonlight, they shared their first kiss.

Still locked in embrace, they moved back, fell onto the bench, holding each other close. In each other's arms, they felt secure and content; their kisses were hot and heavy, and reflected each other's need. The rain continued, cooling them, soaking Ann's white T-shirt and Peter's dark suit. His hands caressed her back, making patterns with his fingers, as they kissed.

She broke from away from him, and put her hands into the jacket of his tuxedo, touching his clothed chest; stretching, she pulled it off him, and it fell into the soggy dirt below the bench. Then, looking into each others eyes for just moments, they resumed their kiss.

She opened her mouth, and their tongues touched. They could taste the rich, salty taste of the rain, and each other. Hands run against each other, caressing skin over soaking clothes; Peter felt her breasts, her hard nipples under her saturated T-shirt; she longed to have the shirt off, to feel the rain on her skin, and him; she guided his hands to the bottom, and he took it off, dropping it with his jacket.

Ann's body glistened in the moonlight; Peter admired her wonderful breasts, her thin waist, tiny belly button, down to her tight panties. As he kissed her, his hands cupped over her breasts, teasing her hard nipples; Ann felt the most breathtaking sensation as he touched her, never before like any boy, and threw her head back. Peter reached forward and kissed her neck, gently, with soft kisses along her silky skin. Ann held his head onto her, slowly gasping, as Peter ran his tongue along her, down to her supple breasts.

He placed his lips over her left nipple, and slowly sucked; his hands below played with her cute belly button, pressing patterns on her smooth tummy. Ann felt so turned on, she could feel herself becoming more and more wet. Peter reached up and kissed her; they moved, herself under him, and held close to each other as they kissed.

Ann's hands felt down, undoing the buttons on his vest and shirt. She pulled them open, staring at his realistically muscled chest, and reached up to kiss his chest; Peter smiled, taking the shirt and vest off as Ann licked him; she could smell his thick, masculine scent, and wanted to be closer to him; she wrapped her legs around him, and again they kissed.

His hands held onto her waist as they made out, tongues emotive and tender; he gently nibbled on her lower lip, hands moving up her body, rubbing and massaging her chest. Her hands, around his neck holding him to her, moved down his neck, his brawny chest, his belly button, the small trail of hair, to his belt, which she undid hastily, and pulled off. She could see the bulge in his pants pulsate; placing her hands on his rear, she pulled him into her and rubbed against him.

The bulge rubbed against her soaking panties, against her, and she moaned. Peter opened his eyes, delighted in her intense pleasure, and decided to find out if he could make it even more intense.

Peter pulled himself out from her, and kissed her passionately - but briefly. He moved up, and gently kissed her ear, slowly, then quickly and hard - he moved down to her neck, which he french kissed hastily, his tongue pressured onto the soft and fleshy parts of her neck and shoulder. He could see her breasts rapidly inflating and deflating,; Ann took heavy breaths as he stimulated her, lying back, eyes tightly closed in pleasure. Peter moved down her body to her breasts; He kissed her hard nipple, teasing it with his teeth, as his other hand played and kneaded her other breast. He swapped to the other, and, tongue pressed onto her left nipple, licked across to the right, tasting her sweat and the rain together, which continued to fall onto the passionate couple.

His tongue lashed back and forth in her belly button, his hands around rubbing around her stomach, just gently enough to make Ann feel a slight tickling sensation that she loved. The feeling of his tongue touching her in the sensitive spot in her belly button was so intense; as he worked on her, she played with his hair, his head in her hands.

Slowly, Peter's hands worked down to her drenched panties; glistening with wetness. He grasped the line of stitching on the sides, and took her underwear off, eyes wide as he first saw her. He pressed his lips onto her, and could taste her fluid. It was thick and salty, mixed with the rain; his lips parted and he ran his tongue along her, flicking her clitorus. She was moaning loudly now; Peter took a single finger, and gently pushed into her. She gasped, a little in pain, her eyes wide, and he stopped, but she nodded his to continue, and he was in her, gently finding the spot which made her moan and moan. In one motion, he licked her and fingered her tightness at the same time, hard, and Ann felt her face going red as something out of control touched her, and she felt pressure and power and ecstasy as she screamed into orgasm. Peter kept going, licking her throbbing clitorus harder and harder, now with two fingers inside her, in and out, in and out, her movements and loud gasps and moans in motion with him. Ann couldn't bare it anymore; she needed to feel him, hard, filling her.

She sat up, took his head in her hands, pulled him up and kissed him passionately, moving her hands down to undo his pants, which were discarded quickly. She felt him through his boxer shorts, which were also quickly discarded, and felt his strong hands on her face, holding over her cheeks, and bringing her to embrace; they held each other close, kissing forcefully and deeply.

She moved back, off the bench, and lay him down; he was very erect, and the sight of her fully naked body in the moonlight and rain made him throb, hard. He needed her, he needed to be in her. She smiled, and climbed over him, raised above his hardness. Gently, she brought him into herself, his lubricated member sliding into her tightness; she stopped in pain - he felt too large, too filling. Peter kissed her, holding her shoulders in his hands, and pulled her down on him. She screamed in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, and out, and in. She held his body, and pulled him in and out of her. He felt her wet body, moving his hands, until his hands grasped her firm ass, and lifted her up and down on him.

Ann moaned in torture and bliss as he filled her, was in her, so deeply. She was going to come again, harder than before; she took one of Peter's hands, and sucked on his fingers, as they made love. Peter sat up and kissed her, his hands on her back, as they had passionate sex, in the rain, covering and drenching them harder than before. She played with his thick, wet hair, and he ran his fingers through hers, as she moaned and groaned in heaven. He was holding back coming, waiting for her to cry out before he came.

They were getting faster, faster, and she closed her eyes - Peter put his arms underneath her shoulders, grasped her waist, and fiercely heaved her down on him, filling her entirely, and she opened her eyes and fell back, crying out in pure bliss as she came, hard and vigorously - Peter grasped onto her, making sure she didn't fall back onto the ground, and as she calmed and felt the tranquility flowing through her, she sat back on him, smiling, and they kissed.

Peter moved her so he was on top, and moved her legs back, so they were hooked over his shoulders, and then went into her hard and fast. She moved with him, her breasts rolling back and forth, the rain splashing on them, moving faster and faster, until he came, and shot into her, his raging orgasm lasting and lasting, until he fell into her, and hugged her.

They lay together, relaxed, calm, warm in each other's arm. The rain was coming to a stop, with a light shower, then nothing. The air became cooler, and they lay together and gently kissed, stroked, held each other. They stayed together until the sun rose.

.....the end.

[Shocka]

That's my actual entry to the contest. It's a little long, but I think it's worth it. 8)

(btw, Rees was killed by a Wooley Mammoth. His body was never found, and probably resides in my living room.)

[PyroNymph]

yeah... that's all I can say :o :wink:

[PyroNymph]

Alright, here's mine (though it's nothing compared to shocka's)
and, yeah it's kinda long :oops:

I stand behind you, letting my fingers fall down your arms. I lean in and my lips softly graze the back of your neck. My fingers dance across your back, brushing delicately over your broad shoulders. You lean your head back against my chest. I kiss your forehead, allowing my hands to slide down your chest. Your hands cover mine and begin moving up my arms.
Letting my arms drag around your shoulders, I move to straddle you. You brush the back of your fingers across my face, and put your hand on the back of my neck, pulling me toward you. My arms drape over your shoulders as I lean in to kiss you. I lick my lips and press them against yours, then part them, allowing your tongue to slide through. I move closer toward you as I feel your hand slip around my waist, under my shirt.
I sit up and pull my shirt off over my head. I watch you focus on my chest as I run my fingers along the edge of my bra. As your head lowers to kiss my chest your hands skim up my back and across my shoulders, catching my bra straps and dragging them down my arms. I reach down and pull your shirt off, and run my hands across your smooth bare chest. While you reach around to unhook my bra, I put my hands on your waist and kiss your neck, my tongue lightly crossing your collarbone. My fingers slip into the waistband of your pants and then that of your shorts, and they run across your back and around your sides teasingly. Your hand slides around to my soft, tender breast. You feel it press into your hand and then slightly fall away with my heavy departing breath.
I position my crotch above yours, so I can feel your hardening cock between my legs. I flatten my hands against your back and kiss you again, this time pushing my tongue into your mouth, letting it roam about.
Laying me down, you run your fingers between my breasts and down my stomach. At the same time my hands are making their way up your legs along your inner thighs. When I get to your cock I rub it through your pants, feeling it getting harder under the pressure of my hand.
You undo my pants and I lift my hips so you can pull them off. As I lay there, naked and open before you, your eyes scan over me, taking in every part of my body. Slowly you run your hands up my legs, so gently I can barely feel it, but it still gives me goosebumps. You brush your hand over my smooth pussy, feeling how wet I am. You can see the juices dripping out. I let out a hard breath at the touch of your rough fingers on my clit. You spread some of the juices from my hot, swollen cunt up to my clit and start rubbing.
I take your hand in mine and pull it away from my pussy as I sit up. I run my hands across your waist, and then slowly begin undoing your pants. My mouth is on your stomach now as I slide my hand into your pants to feel how hard your dick is against your constricting shorts. I slide your pants off your body. I open my mouth and run my tongue over the bulge in your shorts and then slowly along the elastic band. My fingers hook in your shorts and pull them off. I gaze at your swollen penis and lick my lips with a smile. I run my tongue under your head, tickling it with the tip of my tongue, tasting your precum, and then slide you deep into my mouth. With one hand I rub your thigh, while gently cupping your sack with the other, slowly rolling them in my hand as I suck on your shaft. I pull you out of my mouth and start kissing and lightly sucking your balls, gently pulling them away from your body with my mouth. I kiss your thighs and run my tongue over them. My tongue slides between your legs and I lick from behind your tightened balls all along your throbbing shaft and then slide you back into my hot mouth so I can suck you off until you cum hard in my mouth. I close my eyes as I feel your cum shoot against my tongue and the back of my throat. I let it slide down my throat, swallowing it down until I’m milking the last drops out of your cock.
I kiss your flesh just above your dick, and gently skim my tongue along your body, around your bellybutton and up your chest. I kiss your slightly open mouth and watch you calm down.
You put your hands on my waist and lay me back again. As you run your hands along my smooth legs they open, revealing my hot, swollen pussy, gushing with my warm juices. You kiss your way down my thighs, gently opening my legs further. Your fingers brush against my pussy and my hips jump. You smile, realizing how horny I am; how bad I need your touch.
I bite my lip when your finger traces along the swollen lips of my cunt. I relax and close my eyes, feeling my breath fall shallow in my chest. My pussy aches for your touch as tease it, sliding your hand over it and down my thing. You lean in and kiss just above my clit, then run your tongue along the base of my thighs.
Your tongue slips into my slit, collecting the juices as they flow steadily from my cunt. A soft moan escapes my open mouth as you slide your tongue up my pussy and over my clit. You cover my clit with your mouth, just breathing on it as you slide your fingers into my fleshy cunt. My head rolls back when I feel your tongue flick against my hardened clit. Your hand is covered in my fluid as you drive your fingers deep inside me. You pull your fingers out and lick them off, then put your face back in my pussy, lapping up all the juices from my lips. You tongue slips into my slit again. I put my hands on the back of your head and push your face deeper into the hot floods of my twat. Your tongue dives deep into my cunt, driving me into ecstatic orgasm. My pussy grabs and pulls at your tongue. You lick the cum from my pussy, swallowing it down, tasting the bitter-sweetness of it.

[kuju]

end of contest! winner will be announced whenever the fuck I get around to reading it all! HA!

[nicruns]

sO when are you gonna announce the winneers julia?