Monday, March 9, 2015

Writing Exercise - Futanari


Melissa sat on the other side of the bedroom in the little reading chair I had by the window. She was already dressed for work wearing a sleek, grey skirt, black stockings, and tight, white blouse buttoned tight to the neck.
I couldn't help but smile. The way she was staring at me, the little mischievous grin as her eyes played across me lying naked in the bed.
"Morning," I stretched my arms over my head and felt the throbbing cock against my stomach.
"Mmmm," she licked her lips and stared at my turgid organ.
I sat up and the rock hard cock slipped between my breasts, like a glove, like it was meant to nestle between the two orbs of silky flesh.
"Have you just been sitting there staring at me?" I ran a hand through my hair and wondered how bad I looked. It was the first time Melissa had stayed over, and this was not how I imagined it would go.
"How could I not?" She let out a deep sigh and I could tell she was remembering last night, the way we had burned most of the night away, her body constantly attached to my cock, from behind, on top, beneath.
"What do you want?" I slid my hands up my thighs and spread my legs giving her a straight view of my both my cock and my quim.
Melissa glanced at her watch. "I only have a few minutes."
I wrapped my fingers around the base of my throbbing rod. "Want to watch me cum again?"
Her eyes widened.
"Want to watch me stroke myself, make myself cum all over the place?" A thick bead of precum oozed from the tip and I ran my finger through it. "Is that what you want? Something to think about on the drive?" I ran the finger between my lips and across my tongue. "Hmmm?"
Melissa cleared her throat and nodded. I could see the longing in her eyes. She wanted me, she was crazy for me, all she could think about were the hours I had spent plunging my cock into her dripping pussy.
I squeezed and felt the familiar excitement wash across me. I pulled my shoulders forward and pressed my breasts around the hot flesh as I bucked my hips.
The tip of my shaft rose and fell with each thrust.
Melissa's eyes grew wider as I stared down at the phallus and parted my lips.
God, it felt good, the slightly sweet taste of precum ooozed across my tongue and I squeezed the base of my cock tighter.
Melissa was practically vibrating with excitement. She shifted her hips and uncrossed her legs. I stared into the shadows between her thighs and thought of the warm cunt, the sleeve of quivering flesh I had stretched hours before.
The pressure built. My tool grew in my hands, thickened as I bucked it's girth between my breasts.
"Touch yourself," I stared at Melissa. "Do it, reach down between your legs."
She obeyed, spreading her legs until the skirt shifted high enough that I could see the black lace thong she had worn over the night before. "Do it." My heart was pounding. The pre oozed from my cock, covering the top of my breasts.
"Yes," Melissa pulled the lace to one side and spread her lips wide before plunging her middle finger into herself.
"More," I rasped doing everything I could to hold back the orgasm that was building in my belly.
She pressed two fingers in and closed her eyes as they disappeared deep inside her. "Oh..." she cooed.
I thought of the way our bodies had tangled, our breasts crushed together, her flat belly against mine as I fucked her.
She reached up and gripped her own breasts. "Yes," she said, "come with me."
I let go.
Hot cum spurted from my cock, the first bolt splashed against my ear and hair, the second against my cheek. I moaned. Each contraction ejected more of the milky white serum, but I couldn't stop pulling on my flesh, it felt too good.

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