Ok, so this is a departure for me. I wanted to try to stretch myself to write something outside my average, and in fact, outside my formula proclivity and sexual perversion. This is not a matter I 'm really into, so to those of you who are, I apologize, because I 'm certain I messed it up. Let my make love, kindly, where I went wrong on the subject, if CD is your thing .... If you have requests for something you want, let me know in the gossip.

Hal had gone to bed a spell back, I was a bit defeated, I thought I had made it more than obvious I was in the mood for some fun, but he seemed not to discover. No subject, I was the merely one who ever said no in our family relationship, so I 'd get mine. That 's kind of messed up now that I think of it. Oh well.

I cleaned up in the privy and proceeded to climb in bed. I was hoping he would came make some advances, I always like being the one to be pursued, but he did not. I thought he was still awake, but he just lay there all covered up, half rolled away from me. So, I guess I 'd throw to make believe the motion tonight.

As I curled up to him In the shadow, my arm over his body, and I could palpate the satin babydoll he knew I liked, it was silky, and lacy, and the softness felt so good over his harder body. He had got my intimation. I caressed the material up and down, making the soft sounds that only satin can, and it felt miraculous to the mite. I rubbed over one of his nips, tiny little matter that it was, and gave it a knockout pinch. This brought Hal to life with a pant, but he did n't say a affair. Whenever he dressed for me like this, he never seemed to utter. He rolled toward me on to his back as I threw my leg over his. The soft, silky stockings the covered his unassailable, lean legs felt wonderful against mine, as I rubbed my legs over him.

The moistness that was between my peg when I first got in to bed, was now a slick wetness, I could feel it as I worked my leg up and down his, my labia sliding free people against each early. My deal went down, working it 's way down the still fabric, I felt the garters that held up the stockings, but followed the night-robe to its end, where the lace hem fell just below the cuff of the nylon. I have always felt the smooth and soft sensations of the lingerie blended in to a beautiful and gamy delight when combined with a business firm, male person body.

I reached up and under the lacy hem, as Hal reach an arm around me to my back, he caressed by naked back, subdued and gentle. The stretch lacing G-string did n't concur him at all, his put up cock poked under the waistband while the narrowness of it left a ball out on each side. I caressed these first, they were smooth, and soft, virtually free people of pilus they take on a completely different tone. I was mollify, but was also wanting, I could find wetness from my kitty-cat on me internal thigh now, I was naked and null was holding it back.

I threw back the bed covers as Hal 's hand reached all the way down to the top of my ass, probing in to my fissure. My hand stroked up his long rotating shaft, heavy and lacing covered, up to the dot where it emerged from the G-string, where it was even still, with all the familiar extrusion and ridges I have grown to trust. Up and down, it bounced and throbbed in my hand, I could fell how much he wanted me. I started grinding my genital organ on his leg, wrapping mine tight around his, I let out a not very subtle moan as my lips paste and my clit pressed against the nylon covered thigh. The smell of musty pussy filled the way, sharing the air with my now regular moaning.

I rolled my headway over to his dresser, and found one of those petite, worthless nipples of his, and bit hard enough to pretend him yelp, then gently sucked on it through the slick, satin material. I continued his bridge player job, long strokes up and down, and grinding on his leg, where I could feel the wet spot on his stockings growing. I lifted my leg for a here and now, and pulled my pussy off his leg, reached down a inhumed two fingers thick inside. I could n't believe how wet it was. I brought my manus up, I gave the wet finger to hal, who sucked them clean like a hungry infant. They soon returned to my wet flock, where they swirled and probed before finding there way past my other lips. I do do it the taste of pussy, even if it 's my own. As I licked the slipperiness secernment off my fingers, was even more charge up.

I moved off his leg, and lowered my mouth to his putz, swinging my ass up toward the psyche of the bed. The musky fragrance that came from him was amazing, it combined with my kitty-cat, smeared all over his leg, to forge an pick up mixed bag. I pulled the step-in down as he lifted his pelvic girdle to help. Running my hand all over his groin was exciting, he shaved almost everything, and what was n't shaved, was trimmed close. The smooth peel felt particularly naughty, and I loved it. I swallowed it all in one long move, he let out a soft groan.

My head was bobbing, not to fast, taking all of him in, then leaving just the head in my sass. Rolling my tongue around the head a few laps, I 'd dribble down to the base again. My bequeath mitt cupped his balls while my right traced down the garter, around the manacle of the stocking on his plane leg, and back. Hal 's hand found my ass, as I hoped. He caressed my flop boldness for a minute before running his fingers through my split. I opened my legs wider, giving all the access I could. His fingers started low, a few passes up and down over my button, then up to my vagina, where first one, then two entered. In and out, they started to take a shit sloppy wet sounds. Once out, they continued up, then one of those slippery finger pushed passed my smashed sphincter, and buried itself in me. I let out a hanker support moan, muffeled by my full mouth.

I am what you would squall an anal slut, and a prude. I like anal, I like being licked, I like that lingua probing trench in me, I like being fingered, and I like a estimable fuck in the ass. But for some reason I deny Hal, and myself, the pleasure most of the fourth dimension. Tonight was not one of those prison term. I arched back into him, letting him know to give me Sir Thomas More. And he responded, long, slow motility, in and out, and I went back to concentrating on his tool.

I held on to the garter with both hands, while I worked hard on the stopcock. It was as laborious as I 'd ever seen it, I loved it. I only paused for a second when a second fountainhead lubed dactyl expanded my compressed ass. Again the moaning was muffled by Hal 's fleshy phallus. I was slap-up, but I wanted more.

swinging my right leg over Hal, he was ready to eat me, and I managed to do it without removing the finger's breadth from my ass. I dropped my clit to his boldness, and he quickly started feasting on me. All over at first, punch my puffy labia, then licking the subdued inner sassing, sticking his tongue as far up inside me as he could. It all felt good, but then he finally got to my clit, and I was so cook. I tried to protest dropping my pussy hard on his face, that is what my body wanted, but I know its gruelling to eat a pussy when it 's pressed too tough against you.

He started sucking my clit gently in and out, nursing on it like a baby. I put my movement in to his cock sucking it all the way in, and out, about as fast as I could. I ran my manpower up and down the nylon clad legs, impregnable, severely, yet soft and silklike, it was such a bend on. His sucking on my button was about to take away me over, my hips made lowly thrusts at his back talk, and I had no control over them anymore. I just sucked that putz like my aliveness depended on it, but a minute later, my coming started building, I ca n't suck and have an coming, so I pulled off Hal, and started jacking him, holding and squeezing the garter with my other hand. I could experience the satin babydoll under me, my nipple caressed it with every trend. I closed my center and let it happen. My cunt grew hot, my ass started twitching, then Hal buried his two digit in me backbreaking and held them there. I screamed out forte, long, and I did n't care who heard me. Hal never stopped eating, and my orgasm went on forever, right in mediate, flow of hot nerve flew at my facial expression, two hanker jets hit me on the forehead and cheek before I got control enough to at least point it in my sassing. I could wrap up my mouth around it while I screamed, so it just painted the inside of my mouth for now.

Hal 's orgasm ended before mine, but when mine ended, I spun around. I wrapped my pegleg around his, feeling the stockings, my chest of drawers and breasts lay on the nightie, and I kissed him deep. Our tongues swirled around each other, his cum flowing between us, and we lay there kissing for the next ten minutes .