Saturday, August 22, 2009

Love Making (lifetime)

Teasing you
Tasting you
Wanting you
Pleasing you
Lips on you
Me in you
Licking you
Touching you
Parting you
Finding you
Arousing you
Bed made for two
Love we make
Fighting you
Fucking you
Sucking you
Biting you
Cum for you
All over you
Say my name
Know this shit good
Came twice
wasn’t it nice
Do it again
And maybe all night
Pussy good
Taste so sweet
Feel so good
Wetting up the sheets
Splish splash
Ooh and ahhh
Ahhh and ooh
This love is true
Love making
Made from love
This is love making
Made for love

Monday, August 17, 2009

How BeBe Loves It

5am and finally they arrive at Marcus’ home, a bacheloresque type basement apartment of a beautiful Brooklyn brownstone. Both exhausted from the days journey to long island, queens, the middle of nowhere and finally Brooklyn. They spent the day talking. The spark in their relationship was that they never seized getting to know each other. Their mental hunger matched and balanced out their physical hunger for each other. As much as they loved talking to each other, they loved touching each other so much so its hard to say who wanted the other more. While having dinner at BeBe’s house it was Marcus that questioned where they could get it in real quick but it was BeBe that suggested her bedroom since her mother was sleep. She wanted him so bad, she was even tempted to suck on him for a little bit right there in her living room. The thought of Marcus' dick always made her mouth water, it was sooo smooth and voluminous. BeBe loved the sensations she felt when he filled her mouth. And although the very thought of her juicy heart-shaped always ready mouth made his dick stand he couldn't let her please him, not there, not at that time. It amused BeBe that this tough, dominating and aggressive man was intimidated by her mother but she liked that about him, no matter how rude and down right nasty he could get, he had manners and respect for women especially mothers. Nothing happened at her house not even a kiss, so they smiled at each other when they entered his.

He throws her a pair of his shirts that fit her like a pair of pants and a shirt she could have worn as a dress, she unsnaps her bra and removes her clothes leaving her panties on. Laying on the bed attempting to put the shorts on in the dark he begins fondling her. First grabbing a breast then teasing her kat. He yanks her panties to the side while her legs are up, she was struggling to get her legs into the legs of the shorts“ You sure you want to do that?" He asks, she giggles and pauses, thinking to herself , “didn't he say he wanted to go straight to sleep. “ Not knowing if to play a little hard to get or to expose how much she was hoping he was joking when he talked about sleeping at 5 o'clock in the morning. She lets her yearning take over and she stops trying to put on the shorts and removes her black barely there underwear. He begins whispering something, she can't hear him but by his completely flat back position with his pleasure stick standing straight in the air she can tell he wants her to ride him. Its pitch black in the room, her eyes not quite yet adjusted to the darkness, the room is cool from the ceiling fan they are laying directly under. She smirks, they've never had sex in complete darkness before its kind of sexy she thinks as she begins to mount him. Her small feminine hands press against his broad masculine shoulders, her right foot flat on the bed on his left side she uses her left hand to position him into her, she lowers her right knee and the tip of his dick penetrates her, she bites her lip and slowly lowers her left knee. She takes her time, the closer her knee gets to the bed the further in her he goes. It's so big she thinks, seemingly taking too long for him, Marcus shocks her by grabbing her waist and with one strong up push puts all of him in her, she let's out a deep yet quite moan. Again he speaks but she can not hear, she is already lost in the feeling.

He feels different to her or maybe she's just feeling him differently, more than she has ever felt him before. It feels like all of him is inside her, not just his penis but his heart and soul. She feels so connected to him, he moves slowly up and down, the only words she hear him say is "I love you" but she is too far gone to respond. He’s making love to her for what feels like the very first time, he's connected to her. His arms around her waste feel like a safety net, his kiss, a harness, his dick the tight rope her pussy is walking on with precision. This love making feels like the making of a masterpiece. He has a tight hold on her even as she takes control of the stokes. Her feet now flat on the bed, hands back on his chest she kisses him and slides her pussy walls off of his cock, with the same pace she slides them back on to him, her thighs get a nice work out from the repetition of her movement. Slide off, slide on. While he is fully engulfed by her femininity she squeezes tight and gyrates slow as if she is dancing to her favorite song. Her hips roll to the left then to the right, she releases her grasp. Inch by inch she slides off of him and right when she reaches the tip she tightens up again, he let's out an ooooh and digs his nails into her sides. He's enjoying her but doesn't want her to win the first round, he can't let her make him cum so quickly. He positions his arm under her left leg, lifts it and in one motion he has her on her side holding her right leg in the air he strokes her nice and slow. Wanting to scream, she bites her own hand to keep from doing so. She can feel where his tip meets his shaft, she can feel her walls snap around him and become even tighter in the places he is not, she can feel her body's fluid reaction to how he is stimulating every cubic inch of her insides, the feeling is so tangible she can almost see it. Simultaneously, she feels him causing an inner splash and can see with her mind swirls of pink, blue and brown. She cums unexpectedly, her nectar floods where they lay, he kisses her and asks her how else would she like it.

Shivering, hands covering her eyes she stumbles to the couch he has facing the bed. Facing the wall, her knees pressed into the cushions, elbows on the back, she arches her back and rest her head on her shoulders. She can feel his dick heavy in the center of her back, then on the top of the crack of her ass. His heat warms her, his smooth skin against hers wettens her. He kisses her neck, slides his tongue up the back of her ear and bites it at the top. Her already anxious nipples grow more erect, kissing her in the nape of her neck, he kneels behind her, cups her breast with both hands and enters her. Her insides still squinting from her first orgasm. In her head she whispers " I love this dick" in his, he yells " damn this is some good pussy". His hands full with her swollen bosom, he rubs, squeezes and pinches. His motions are melodic and if she wasn't about to cum again she would let his movements rock her right to sleep. Listening to the sounds she makes as cues for what to do next, he keeps his lullaby type rhythm until her baby coos turn into womanish moans and muffled screams. Knowing that her dripping turned leaking signals she’ll be coming soon he can no longer hold it and wants to cum too. He takes his hands from her breast, cups her ass, spreading her cheeks. He watches his dick slide in and out of her, her cream coating his dick. He pushes her ass up more to better his view. Firm grasp on her ass he can see her sweet pink insides cushion around his stiff chocolate. The view of her insides tense around him makes his dick jerk with anticipation. He begs her to cum with him and she does. Deepening the curve in her back, choking on the moans she could not let out, she cums against his cumming, they clash in an orgasmic rush. Him close, breathing against her neck, pushing deeper and harder in her makes her cry out in pleasure. He grabs her by her hair to bring her lips to his. His pull on her hair forces her to open her eyes, they continue to kiss and cum as the 5 am dark turns into 6am light.

Sunday, August 02, 2009

BeBe and that Mutha Fucka Marcus

Okay so I know you wondering why Marcus gotta be a motherfucker and I all I can say is, if you have you ever had dick so good it almost made you mad. I mean the kind of dick that felt like it was knee deep in your pussy making you scream out, "you motherfucker," or "you nasty motherfucker," you should be able to understand and trust me Marcus was that motherfucker. Marcus had the kind of dick and dicking down technique that made BeBe so wet, she often thought if any more fluid leaked from her puss she'd dehydrate. She really thought that a couple of times, no exaggeration, he made her splash. But let us back up shall we.Marcus spotted BeBe whining by herself to Allison Hinds “roll it gal” at one of the hottest nightclubs in NYC. Although BeBe was standing alone in no way did she look lonely. She looked confident and sexy in her tight black wife-beater snug against her double D breast and tightly packed size 14 mini skirt which she wore mainly to get over her thick thighs and phat ass. Marcus knew immediately that he was going to approach her but he figured he had to be slick about it. BeBe looked like the type of woman that wasn't stuck on herself but wouldn't waste her time on a lame ass dude if he didn't approach her right. So Marcus just played it cool, sipped on his Guinness and continued to watch her. The way she rolled her hips made his dick flinch. Rotating her ass up and down, he could imagine how it felt to be in her as she whined her body to the singers commands. He watched her for a few moments, partly enjoying the view, partly to see if maybe her man or some girlfriends would return. After about the third song, when he noticed BeBe was still standing alone and her wide and fierce movements turned into real slow and seductive circles he gently took her right hand and guided her in front of him. BeBe went so easily, without hesitation because she had noticed his peeks over to her. She never looked directly at him but she could tell from her peripherals that he was attractive, at least his silhouette was. Marcus had his back up against the rails that separated the V.I.P section from the dance floor, BeBe had her back against him with their hips moving in unison to the music. He was holding her hand using his arms to make her arms wrap around herself. Their first dance was innocent enough but with each passing song, the two moved closer, more intense and more seductive. Marcus went from holding her hands, to holding her waist and arching her back to holding her real close. There was just something about her, the way she looked, the way she smelled, the way she moved. Their bodies moved as if they knew one another. She followed his lead. When he would grind slow she would slow down and poke her ass a little closer to him and when he would whine up fast, she'd reach back grab onto his pants pockets and go to work making her already short skirt rise almost exposing her ass. He wanted to penetrate her right then and there. He had been trying to control his erection the whole time, he didn't want her to know what he was thinking. At least not yet, although by her dancing he could tell she was feeling him too, he knew him poking her in the ass would probably be a major turn off for her, so he maintained his composure.

He tried his damnest to not make it to obvious how much he wanted her until she turned around. They danced faced to faced. Even in the dim light he could see how beautiful her almond shaped eyes were and how luscious her lips were. He almost lost himself and went in for a kiss but instead overwhelmed by his feelings turned her back around and kissed her neck. His lips against her skin so unexpectedly sent chills down her side. Usually BeBe didn’t let men get so close or personal especial in the club but she felt safe in his muscular arms. She could feel his strength and heat in his touch. She wanted to stay in his arms for the rest of the night. But being more composed than that, she just let him hold her until the club ended. Outside of the club he asked for her number and she informed him that she was moving. He didn’t look bothered by that information at all. He informed her he had a connect at delta and could fly wherever he wanted to whenever he wanted to that he would see her as soon as she was ready for him to come. Looking at his well dressed and possibly former boxer built body she thought to herself she was ready for him to come now. She could see him naked and imagined where the deep man V lead to when he exposed it under his shirt while standing with his hand on his abdomen. There goodbye was slow and forced, it was clear that if they could they’d be fucking before the 5am.

It didn’t take long for Marcus to keep his word. Before BeBe knew it Marcus was calling her to meet him at the airport. Nervous, excited and horny as hell, BeBe went with a friend to Hartsfield. They had a whole night planned to make sure she was still comfortable with him before letting him in her house. Dressed in a boob busting blouse cinched at the waist, a denim skirt with no panties on as he requested . She couldn’t tell if it was the summer heat or her anticipation that had her inner thighs well moistened. Their second meeting felt as if they had been together all along. Marcus grabbed BeBe and planted a kiss on her that melted any discomfort she had. In the car ride to the club he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Playing in her hair, caressing her arms, he even snuck a boob feel. The combination of liquor, lust and the adventure of it all had her open for anything. In the club, they tuned everyone out and became voyeurs. Up against the bar, Marcus’s lips traveled from BeBe’s lips to her neck to her ears and his fingers found their was around and in her. At one point he had her back against the bar one hand on her neck, kissing her and fingering her. He had to take the hand from her neck and put it over her mouth to muffle her moans. His finger moved in and out of her with the slickness of a snake. If the music wasn’t blaring in the club the sounds of her juices splashing as he mimicked what his dick would soon be doing to her. Not wanting to seem to eager after the first club when everyone else was making their move to another spot, BeBe asked Marcus if he wanted to go and to her pleasant surprise he responded “no, I want to fuck!” His crassness was part of what she liked about Marcus. He brought out the nasty girl she had hidden in her. Always playing the good girl role was getting old to her. She wanted to be turned out and although he had only been in town for 3 hours Marcus was already proving that he would be the man to do it. All fronting put to the side, instead riding in front seat she rode in the back and they turned the back seat of the moving vehicle into a hotel. His tongue felt like sex. Thick and wet, the way he licked her top lip before sucking on it made her gush. Biting and licking his way down to her breast, exposing them, then sucking on her nipples as if he was trying to make a nourishing meal come out of them. The car wasn’t moving fast enough. She came three times in the back seat from his fingers alone. She couldn’t wait to get that dick in her. At her front door she unlocked her double locks with the speed of lightening. Racing up the stairs, his hands under her skirt grabbing her ass, the excitement was too much and she fell at the top of the stairs and that is where he took her. Her already half unbuttoned shirt was quickly thrown to the bottom of the stairs, her skirt was hiked up, his pants and shirt fell away as if they had been melted off. His dick was no disappointment. His body was sick, chiseled chest, the deep V looked to her like a yellow brick road leading her to the train that would take her to ecstasy. Standing out from his body about 9 ½ inches, thick enough to make her mouth water. Her response was a finger motioning him towards her. He took her right leg and bent it at the knee slightly lifting her leg off the ground and entered her with no mercy. She moaned loud and robust and repeatedly as he pulled out and re-entered. She could feel her wetness splash out and down her thighs every time he dove his power stick deep in her. The words he spoke added to her arousal. He showed no shame in telling her how good her pussy felt to him. His “Damn” and “Fuck” brought her closer to her orgasm but he didn’t allow her to cum on the stairs. To her amazement while still tapping the back walls of her cunt, he was able to stand the both of them up and carried her to the bed. Not putting her all the way on it, he pushed both her legs back to her ears and gave her a death stoke. He plummeted his dick so far in her, she thought it was in her throat and she came hard and wet, with that one stroke her pussy convulsed. And he continued dicking her through it. It felt like beautiful torture.

Ecstasy, he took her there. She had never felt anything like it before and thought she couldn’t handle it. As soon as he felt her pussy walls seize to contract he whispered in her ear, “enjoyed that nutt? Ready to give me another one?” before she could answer he had her on her stomach, laying on top of her holding her by her hands giving her slow long strokes. The repetition of him moving and out of her and the feeling of his breath and lips on her neck, the strength with which he held her in place intoxicated her. She had cum more times with him then she had her whole life and yet he wasn’t done with her. They eventually slept and she woke up before him showered and waited for him to wake. Watching him sleep, she tried to believe the night that occurred. Never had she ever felt so wanted, never so pleased and pleasured. He did it. He turned her out and she couldn’t wait for him to wake to do it again. The night before he feed off of her body, it was like the more she came, the more energy he gave her. Flipping her and bending her in every position imaginable.

They fucked until the sun came up. The memories alone made her want to touch herself but she waited patiently for her new best friend to awake. And when he did, he dick woke with him. She watched him shower and waited like a kid on Christmas eve for her gift. Still wet he walked over to her on the bed, removed the tee she had on with nothing underneath and positioned her for a morning round of dicking down. He laid her on the edge of her bed, elevated her legs entered her deep, used one hand to tickle her clit and put her foot in his mouth. The combination of erogenous zones being aroused made her look at him and shake her head . As if he knew he blew he mind he gave her strokes of genius with confidence. As if he was trying to make a beat he would rub her clit, pound her and lick her foot. The sensation of his tongue down the center of her foot as his curve made way to her g-spot made her yell you “nasty muthafucka” he laughed and asked if she really wanted to see how nasty he could get. She shook her head but he didn’t listen. With his free hand he found his way down the crack of her ass. The shock made her mouth drop open. He shook his head up and down and let his index finger find its way in her. Never ever in her life had she felt that feeling, and again she said “you nasty mutha fucka” with eyes rolled in the back of her head, she laid there and let him fuck both her holes until she came a multiple orgasm.