Trust

I moan as you kiss the end of my penis. Unhurriedly, your moist lips envelop the end of my shaft. As you take me into your mouth, your wandering tongue brushes my glans. You slowly pump up and down the full length of my hardness inside your moist lips.

I toss and squirm in the turmoil of sensations shooting through my body. I buck and pitch, spinning out of control as you play with my genitals in your mouth.

You press into me as I twist. My writhing causes your butt to slide closer to my face. You roll your hips, raising your fragrant sex. I tuck my chin so your vulva merges into contact with my mouth.

"What are you doing down there?" you ask holding my shaft pressed into your cheek, wet from your saliva.

"I'm trying to taste you."

"Mmm . . . taste away." Your words fade as you fill your mouth to eat me.

I open my mouth to receive your soft, warm arousal. I drink freely of the sweet nectars pouring from your cavern depths to my hungry lips, and strain to taste more while you dazzle me with your mouth.

With my whole face between your legs, my nose slides in and out of your vagina. All I can see is your perineum and the length of the lovely valley running between your buttocks.

Suddenly you raise yourself and turn around. Straddling my torso, you giggle as you slide yourself down toward my tortured member. My blood engorged sex strains upward, red and moist with your spit and my pre-cum. You lift yourself over it. Your wetness and mine mix to form the perfect lube as you deliberately impale yourself on my hardness. Our moist flesh smacks softly as it slides together until you sit on my body with me tucked securely inside.

"You feel warm. Its luscious how you fill me."

"I agree."

With gentle thrusts at first, you begin to slowly hump me. Gradually, you increase your pace, little by little, faster and faster, frantic and hard. Your hair flails and flies as you pound my bound flesh vigorously. Your breasts bounce in your hands as you work your nipples.

You pleasure yourself on me deeply and completely until you sense the tell-tale tenseness and twitching of my impending explosion. You shoot off of me, landing astride my waist.

"Not yet," you gently chide.

My abandoned flesh glistens in the air, my orgasm prevented, frozen in hardened desire. I am unable to come down. You are concerned only with your own surging urges.

You slide quickly forward and raise your insatiable sex over me, and plaster me with your full desire, covering my face with your vulva. I open my mouth to receive your hard genital kiss fully. Your inner lips seal with my lips as I thrust my tongue deep into your moist flesh, filling my face with your sweet musky nectar.

You tower over me, fingering your nipples blissfully when a sudden gust of wind blows through the window. We are blanketed with a sheet of warm rain. Droplets trickle down your smooth flesh.

I drink you in as you press yourself into my face, grinding into my face with such force that it feels like my whole head could enter you. And I wouldn't mind. The only breath I can take is saturated with your scent, and the smell of the rain on your skin, overwhelming me with your thick intoxicating arousal.

I drink you flesh, breath your passion and fill myself with your pleasure. You roll your hips, grinding your vulva repeatedly over my face. My mouth finds your clitoris and I lock onto your nub.

Sucking and licking, I fan the pulsing winds of fire in your body. You grunt and squeal and your flesh trembles in my mouth as you grind my face even deeper into your voracious hunger. You thrust over my whole face slathering my nose eyebrows and chin with the viscous moisture pouring from your enflamed slit.

"I could go like this," you grunt over the rising tumult of the storm, in rhythm with the humping you give my face.

Instead you pause and unlatch my bound wrists from the rope on the headboard.

"I think I want your hands on my breasts."

As you release my hands you allow one of the ropes around my wrist to slip. I yank my hand out and clutch your thighs, wiggling to get from under you.

Lightning flashes and all the lights in the bungalow are extinguished. Thunder quickly replies with a roar as the downpour outside transforms to a tempest throwing rain with deafening force on the tin roof.

I strain to lift you off my face, pushing you against the tension of my still bound ankles. Little by little I push against your desperate attempts to clamp me down between your thighs.

You hold my arms as I try to wrestle you off of me. Despite your advantage, I throw you to the side while you hold onto my arms laughing. Giggling and grunting, we strain against each other. As you tumble, I reach down and loose one of my ankle constraints. Quickly, I wrap it around your ankle and clip it as you pounce on me.

Another violent gust of wind blows a wall of rain into our bedroom, soaking us both.

Our wet naked flesh twists and writhes, grinding and sliding together as we wrestle on the bed. Bare skin slaps together with smacks and splashes, pressing together, sliding, lubricated with an additional sheen of sweat raised by our exertions. Limbs tangle as we seek leverage over the other's flesh.

You grab my penis, long and rigid, like a handle. I grab your buttock, filling my hand with your smooth round flesh. Both of us squeeze and pull. We grab any body part as opportunity grants, not so much to gain control, but to take advantage of the opportunity to grope each other's nakedness.

Similarly, we kiss and lick and mouth whatever skin happens to be near, drinking the rain water from each other's flesh. It is salty with our sweat.

With one leg still tied, I roll you onto your back and fall on top of you. You fling your arms over your head, beginning to surrender.

I hold your wrists as you writhe beneath me and I capture your lips in my mouth, still glistening with your juices. I kiss you hard.

We grunt and squeal into our open mouths as our lips seal. Our tongues rake each other's palates as we drink each other's saliva.

I twist around so our bodies are parallel and slide on top of you. My penis presses between the top of your thighs. You wrap your free leg around my body. The tip of my stiff member pops inside you, barely penetrating your inner lips.

You pull and jerk your arms, struggling against me as I thrust them upward. Bit by bit, I overpower you. You are unable, or unwilling to resist me as I finally pin your arms above you.

I gather your hands and slip them into the double loops of soft rope I have just escaped and close them firmly around your wrists. You continue struggling and resisting under me, I still barely inside you. I grab the rope that tied my wrists to the bed, still looped to the headboard. I latch it to your wrists, securing your arms above you.

We are blinded by an intense flash of lightning. An explosive crack of thunder causes our hearts to skip.

I hold your head in my hands and force you to kiss me. Holding your mouth in mine, I roll my hips forward. My penis feels no resistance sliding into your warm vulva. As your flesh yields, I push faster and thrust deep inside you, pinning you to the bed.

I rise up on my arms and concentrate my full weight on my hips. I thrust firmly and bounce swiftly, sharply bouncing you with me until I begin to feel my orgasm approaching. I freeze.

I hold you there until you cease struggling and surrender to me completely. You look delectable, splayed out on the bed, twisting and writhing naked, pulling against your restraints and finding you are inescapably seized.

The cords holding our ankles have twisted together in our struggle. With you now subdued, I slip my penis out of you and unlatch my bound ankle. I untwist the ropes and gently tie your other leg by the ankle.

I stand on my knees beside you. Your skin is glistening and your chest heaving from our exertions and your desire. Your nipples are tight and erect. Your arms are extended over your head. You tussled hair lays scattered about your head.

Your legs are spread far apart, tied to the footboard. Your bare vulva is laid open, exposed to my whim. Your swollen lips still glisten. I can smell your arousal.

I reach out and touch the soft flesh of your tummy. You flinch.

"You're mine, now. I conquered you," I say triumphantly.

"Aren't I always?"

You bite your lip and squirm, stretching your cords.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Pillage you."

Glancing at my hot rigid penis, you say, "I hope you can find a place for that."

"I'll manage." I smile.

With both hands, I tenderly, leisurely stroke your stripped and tied body. I brush over your rib cage and, around your areoles. I brush your armpits and the soft flesh under your arms, your face, cheeks, jaw, temples and neck. I lazily retrace the path and on to your thighs.

Gradually I begin to lightly scratch your skin. I encroach upon your erogenous zones, your inner thigh, your pubic hair, breasts, sporadically brushing a nipple.

You sigh and tremble as my touch becomes more intimate. As one hand continues to roam your nakedness, the other gravitates to your pubic region I cup your mons and rub my palm down over your swollen labia, working them side to side, separating them.

I keep my middle finger centered there, while my other hand concentrates on your nipples. I press more with my middle finger, dragging it past your outer lips. I begin to encounter your moistness.

While I manipulate your nipple with the other hand, I slip my finger all the way inside your flesh. You twist and moan as I brush your clitoris, and continue rubbing you there. As I penetrate your vagina, I stroke your clitoris harder with each stroke.

The flesh around your vulva and inner thighs begins to tremble, and I withdraw my hand.

"Don't stop," you complain.

"You don't have a say in that anymore."

I step over your leg and position myself over your bare sex, splayed wide open. I brush my fingernails lightly across the inside of your thighs, up and over your abdomen. You twitch and pull against the ropes that hold you exposed to me. I tenderly tug on the bright red strands of your pubic fur before fondling your fleshy labia.

"See anything you want?" you ask, your voice trembling.

I insert a finger, then two, pressing them all the way inside you, wiping them across the inside of your vagina, soaking them with the waters bubbling up inside. I draw them out, nearly dripping, and hold them to your lips. You open your mouth eagerly and suck my fingers, gently thrusting your head and your hips.

"Would you want that?" I ask.

Gently you bob your head.

"Yes," you reply.

I smile and scoot back down to the throbbing center of your desire, dragging my fingers from your mouth. I position my face just over your vulva. I fondle your soft flesh in my fingers. My warm breath covers your open desire.

I brush my cheek against your smooth thighs. I spread your labia and look at your tight sex. Your clitoris juts upward, pulsing. You try to press your heels to the bed to raise your sex to my mouth, but the ropes prevent you.

I lower my lips to yours and kiss you tenderly. Warm and moist, the smell of your excitement excites me. I gently tug on your genital folds with my lips, gradually sucking them into my mouth, swirling them with my tongue.

My tongue darts to explore the center of your desire, ready for me to feast upon you. I do feast licking and sucking, savoring and smelling with special attention to your clitoris.

You pull and writhe against the rope, desperate to plant your hungry sex further over my darting tongue. I latch onto your clitoris and suck, hard. I continue sucking as your gasps and squeals become loud, drawn out desperate moans. And I stop.

You buck.

"Don't stop!" you scream, and you buck again.

"I still have other plans for you," I reply.

I step out from between your legs and move closer to the headboard on my knees. You lean your head forward. Your eyes are fixed on my rigid hardness, nearly purple from the intensity of my arousal. You open your mouth to receive me.

"Not yet, but soon," I assure you as you flop your head back onto the mattress.

I straddle your waist. My testicles fall hard and warn on your tummy. I lean forward, pressing my penis into your soft flesh. Slowly I thrust, masturbating myself over your skin, spreading my sticky pre-cum all over.

I reach back for your vulva. You are warm and soaking wet. My fingers find your hard clit. Slowly I massage it while I hump your tummy.

"Mmm . . . ," I sigh. "I like this."

You quietly rock your hips on my hand.

"Maybe I'll go like this . . . Spew my hot juice all over your bare breasts . . ."

"No. I want you inside." You smile. "I want to feel your hard penis inside me when you shoot off. I want you to pour your hot semen inside me. Fill me."

"Sounds nice," I smile. I stroke my penis against your tender skin. "Maybe I'll do that."

I move up your body, sliding my arousal just under your areola. I thrust against your soft orb and prod and poke. I reach for my hardness, directing it to your nipple. The tip collides with your nipple and you flinch. I thrust, holding my hardness so the end circles and flicks your stiff nipple. I smile as you moan and twist.

I step away and lower my mouth to your breast. I flick the tip of your nipple lightly with my tongue. You squirm. I allow my lips to surround it and brush it with my teeth. Your response as you twist and squirm each time I stimulate you enthralls me. As I suck and lick, tasting my semen mixed with your sweat, I know there is a direct connection from your breast to between your legs.

I release your breast with a loud smack and slide further up. You open your mouth eagerly, watching my hard-on approach. You reach for the shaft with your tongue as it passes like a dirigible over your face. You whimper.

I lower my testicles. You open wide to receive my velvety scrotum. Gently you lick and suck each testicle. I savor your mouth. I begin to lift away. You hold me with the suction of your mouth, stretching my sack, pulling each chamber gently until they pop out of your mouth.

I shift and my erection hits your face. I rub my hard-on over your cheeks and nose and under your chin, marking you with trails of pre-cum.

I lay my shaft across your wide open mouth like a hot dog on a bun. You clamp your lips around my member, your tongue darting. I slowly pump my shaft across your mouth before I allow you to take the tip into your mouth; only the tip.

I moan as you lick and suck my most sensitive spot. Gradually, I press my shaft further into your oral cavity. I like how my engorged member inside your mouth distorts your face, your jaws dropped and cheeks hollowed. I press into your mouth pressing against the inside of your cheek, causing a lump to rise outside.

I angle straighter into your mouth, pressing myself further into your throat. You suck and bob your head as I slowly hump your face. As I thrust your mouth, I reach for a nipple. I flick and gently tug on its stiffness. You moan into my flesh as you buck.

You suck hard as I withdraw. My rod bounces free, wobbling stiffly and spreading strands of fluid across your face and collarbone.

I descend onto your mouth with mine, devouring your sweet lips and tongue. I enjoy the taste of my juices mixed with your saliva. I reach down your body as we share our flavors and dip a finger into the well between your legs. Your juices are flowing.

I reach deep inside you with my fingers, coating them with your lovely dew and I vigorously pound your clitoris. You scream into my mouth.

I jump from your mouth to your chest, smacking your nipple with my tongue as I swallow your breast. I continue working your clit. You shriek and twist, writhing in ecstasy. But I'm not stopping there.

I leap around alighting between your legs. I stretch my legs out over the low footboard facing you, gazing at your glistening and glowing sex. I devour you with burning intensity as you tremble in my mouth. I am famished to consume you. I long to have you inside of me and be inside of you at the same time.

I suck hard on your clitoris. You buck and scream, convulsing and thrashing on the sheets. I clamp down on you, controlling you by your clitoris, as you jerk and yank against your restraints, which hold you fast.

I suddenly release you throbbing nub and kneel between your legs. I aim my starving sex at yours. I thrust deliberately into you, passing your outer lips and entering without the slightest resistance. I drill your smooth warm depths. I loom over you. You are powerless to resist and eager to receive.

"You look fantastically sexy like that."

"Like what?"

"Tied up. Naked. Your legs open for me."

"That's hot."

"Do you like it?"

"Do I like it when you capture me and plunder me?"

I stick my thumb into your vagina, jamming it in beside my shaft. It emerges coated with your slick juice. I find your clitoris and rub small slow circles around it.

"Oh! . . . Don't stop!"

I tenderly thrust you as I tease your clit. Then I withdraw my hardness and go down on you again. I thrust my tongue into the cavity my stiff member has just vacated. I taste your luscious sex, mixed with the flavor of my own.

I gorge myself on your aromatic savory sex juice focusing my tongue on the center of your bliss. You squeal and writhe, thrashing against your fetters as I tease you to the brink of explosion.

I pull my mouth up and out of your crevice, stealing one last long draught of your rich wine. I crawl over your body and take your mouth in mine, planting my rigid rod at the entrance within your parted legs. With one swift hard thrust, I invade you.

You whimper into my mouth tasting your own rich arousal in my mouth. I kiss you hard as I hump you, bouncing your body underneath me and grinding our sex together.

Suddenly, I descend to your helpless dripping vulva and devour you again. I stop, crawl up and pierce you again.

Thunder explodes earth shattering force. We hear the sound of shattering wood nearby as a tree snaps as it is stuck by lightning. We both gasp and jump at its violence and our hearts quicken, stirred by the roiling weather and the tempest of our excitement. Rain pours over our enflamed flesh. Large drops collide with our naked skin, hitting us with a sharp, mildly stinging impact.

I thrust harder, pounding you rapidly in the rain. My orgasm is rising inside me about to spill out. I writhe and thrash uncontrollably. This time I am ready to explode. I thrust harder, faster, harder. I begin to moan and wail without inhibition as the fire in my loins surges through my whole body.

My orgasm erupts inside you as another thunderclap shakes the bungalow. Semen splashes against the inner wall of your vagina spilling out through your sex. The warm driving rain surging through our window immerses us.

Your deep chasm cannot contain the massive volume of my seed and leaks out around my shaft spilling down your perineum, through the crevice between your butt cheeks. You feel my warm fluid pooling around your anus.

"How was it?" you ask. "Was it good?"

"You can't imagine."

I lay spent over your naked body, lashed to the bed and splayed open, still shuddering from the last spasms of my orgasm.

After a few deep breaths, I lift myself. My hardness has not yet diminished, but I withdraw anyway. You look at me desperately, stirring and wriggling in the soaking sheets. My semen is still leaking from your vulva, coating your labia, your bottom and your inner thighs. I smell your arousal mixed with my strong musky cum.

I slide back, admiring your inviting helplessness.

"Please . . . Get me off," you shout over the din of the deafening

storm.

I smile.