I've got a little Nasty Friday story for you guys. Hope you like it.
First, there is him. Only him hard up against me; grasping, pounding. Pulling urgently as he thrusts deeply. Hands gripping hips, his voice low in my ear. He hits the spot and I whisper “yes” and “more”. He strokes and there is only him. On me, with me, in me. I begin to ride the wave, clutching his back, thrusting the pussy at him as he plunges deeply into me and the world falls away. Then my oblivion fades as he retreats, as breathing slows and surroundings come into view again. There is him, but there is also her.
Turning languidly, I watch him hard up against her; grasping, thrusting. Her pulling urgently as he strokes. His hands on her hips, her whispers in his ear. There is me and I watch them as he long strokes her and he is on her, in her. She begins to ride the wave and I watch him plunge deeply into her, hear her pleas for more.
He turns to me, reaches for me. Strokes me and brings me back in. He takes my hand and puts it on her, guides it and she begins to breathe hard. He directs me to touch her there, fucks her as I explore her; touching places I’ve never touched before.
And then there is her. Her who I have thought about, her who I have written about. Only her soft up against me; grasping, undulating. There is her and she is a woman, different and familiar at the same time. There is her as I run my hands over her body, feeling her softness and smelling her sweetness. There is her panting as I trace my hands across her titties, her gasping as I pinch her nipples between my fingers. There is her moaning in my ear as I take them in my mouth.
A small part of my mind floats above us, watching as the subject of countless epic nail painting sessions comes to life. But the rest of me is there. There stroking her, feeling her grow wetter beneath my hand. There is her as I climb on top of her, her grinding her pussy against mine as I suck on her titties. There is me with my hands in her hair and there is her moaning as I pull and pull harder. There is her looking up at me as I look down at her, watching her get closer, me with my hands on her throat as she cums.
Then it is her turn to be on me. Her hands passing gently over my nipples, then squeezing, then pinching. Her watching me as I cry out in pain that feels as good as it hurts. There is her hand on my pussy, her fingers slipping inside, my hands clutching her as I press her deeper into me. There is her soft skin pressed against mine, the unmistakable girl smell of her everywhere. There is her whispering in my ear, telling me what she wants to do to me. There is her asking me if I like it. There is me telling her yes. There is her hands on my breasts as her mouth travels downward, as her tongue touches me there. There is my gasp of pleasure, my hands in her hair, my legs spreading wider to give her more of me.
There is nothing in the world but her and me as lines and textures and sounds and smells blur. As our bodies rock together, there is nothing but the newness of exploration and the titillation of our tongues tasting of one another. The thrill of the voice that repeats in our heads that yes it is her touching you there and yes she did just make you cum.
So what do you guys think of my story? Think it’s true? Do you have a story to tell me – overshare with me in the comments like we do on Fridays.