Creamie Pie

I lay back, resting on my hyper muscled arms ready to take her lissom figure in perfect fit like a lock and key. The veins of my penis strained and enlarged it so much that it hurt, but it was worth the cost. Being inside her brought such debilitating pleasure I lost touch with reality.

She placed herself so that my rock hard, throbbing cock aimed directly at the bull’s eye that’s her ass hole at her buttocks from the rear. I directed my tumescent member that was already weeping pre-cum parting her labia majora and labia minora like the Red Sea.

I pulled her pelvis up to my waist forcing her to lean on me something that was met with a slight plunge into her dripping wet cunt. She almost screamed and I almost released on that slight impact, but I wanted to last like forever inside her, procrastinate the detonation of the bomb that was the lust I had for her pussy.  

That’s where the many hours I spent at the gym paid off. The movement of her sylphlike figure in vigorous tenacity seemed too much for me at first, but I was not admitting she was almost breaking my dick. The much the pain seethed through me was the much pleasure I absorbed and revelled.

With every wriggle of her waist I felt my twitching penis massage each and every part of her vagina as her thick fleshy lips of her vulva suckled my dick creating the sexiest sounds as air got forced into her hot pudenda by my thrusting.

“I love it when your pussy qweefs,” I said.

“Yes, babe. Fuck me hard, faster. I like it.”

 She increased the velocity of her wriggling and waist twisting occasionally stopping when she sensed my sudden pre-orgasmic thrusting. She’d then chameleon her movements and resume the abrasive fucking when she was sure I had slowed down. Her masterly lovemaking created monumental yearning in me for more, all the more reason I delayed and withheld the semen from escaping from my cunt-hungry dick.

“Give me a cream pie, motherfucker…” she wailed like the girls in porn.

“Get it, bitch. Yearrgghh…..” I replied just like the porn jackasses do.

I let loose the leashes that held my juices back and ejaculated into her ploughed vagina. When I had

depleted all reserves and deposited everything inside her, I watched the semen, intermingled with her thick juices, drip out of her twitching hole, the lips of her vagina forming a smiling curve as the creamy fluid oozed out.

I felt like a porn star admiring the damage I had done to a virgin whore.

Copyright ©Rati, 2013

Climbing the Tree (Kama Sutra)

My new boyfriend, whom I had gotten due to need for hot break up sex after my two-timing excuse of a boyfriend of exactly three weeks and seven hours had left me for a pre-menopausal au pair, dragged me to the edge of the bed as my body still shuddered for the umpteenth orgasm.

I felt my cunt clench around him as he grabbed me and turned me over, almost sliding out (something which I protested by whimpering). He shoved my back up against the wall, felt the hardness and his rock hard, never tiring penis drive into me.

I wrapped my legs stretched around him, as though I was climbing a tree, using his penis as a strong branch to prevent me from falling. I could smell his breath as I stared into his eyes administering all manner of caresses. I pinched him and he pinched back, kissing me indecorously as though I was about to take off from earth to the moon without a warning, the look on his eyes mirroring the mounting lust in my own.

My hands groped for something but touched nothing as his thrusts into my pleasurably bruised pussy became more erratic, shorter and deeper than I had ever experienced in my entire fucking life.

I was coming again, but I had never stopped though. I gripped him tighter in the absence of any other leverage I could get. This was met by his body stiffening and voice rising to a groan that was almost a growl to interlace with my screams. I felt his monumental dick hit a new deep in my dripping wet pussy, his hot spermatozoon drenching my innards as the banks of my deep waters burst open and I waterfalled gallons of squirt on the heavily carpeted floor.

For an instance, we stayed glued together, frozen like a paused movie. My fading moans morphed to soft whimpers as his breathing became deep and ragged, the sexual energy that had seeped and risen in my spinal cord ebbing away like retreating waves.

Still holding onto me, my bullish fucking machine staggered away from the wall and lowered us both to the bed that took us without complain. The bedroom looked like a fucking war zone.

Copyright © Rati, 2013

I Wanna You Fuck Me

Lust in the air as more feel grab me by the pigtails

Go with you to your motel, after your shoe sales,

I look at you and my boobs swell, not that I have to tell,

Boy I gonna stick to you, and you stick on me,

Suck on your dick, guzzle your slick

You suck on pussy, and mine’s right

Can’t promise the door is tight, but pussy is pussy, after midnight.

Sit back on the couch, and lemme do my thing,

You can see me strip, and I can see you drip

It’s cool we jet, the mood set

My pussy wet, rubbing on your face,

My body moving, booty shaking

My titties bouncing, you smiling, lookin’ at me

You loving the way I shake my ass,

bouncin', got ya’ tippin' ya’ glass,

I don’t do this kinda thingy but I got a thing for you

I wanna you fuck me, get stuck to me.

Copyright ©Rati Yue, 2013.

Kinky Fuck

His hand traced the furrow that led to the base of my ass; lingered some more then parted the cheeks of my buttocks with hands shaped by experience. I felt him lodge his tumescent maleness in the aperture tightly closed by my butt. I had never entertained spanking, but this day it was the most romantic thing he did.

Jim used one hand to smack me and the other to rub the marshmallows that is my bum. Just before I could tell him I liked it, the hand sneakily took hold of my rock hard throbbing clit and caressed it. I felt rivulets of strange liquids course through me at the speed of light. Instinctively, I began shaking my booty and I could feel him threatening to plunge into me any minute. That’s not what I wanted. I wanted him to release it all inside me, ten months without sight of him felt like forever

I could feel my movements of joy and pleasure accentuate his craving considerably, so I had to stop before he could let that entire damn burst outside. I’m not wild for him to sow his oats outside.

While he was still lodged in my bottom, he knelt down on the bed and I sat on him with my erect facing west while pointing north provocatively. His left hand reached the front of my nether region and touched my ballooning vulva. That was it. I began to shake-dance from all over, as though I was the epicentre of a tremor. He massaged my labia and clitoris with one hand while he masturbated me with the other when I began to move my pelvis rhythmically.

The hand massaging my twitching clit stopped and shifted to my boobs that have grown bigger than a hot air balloon from his caresses.

Small gasps escaped from my mouth as I groaned in pleasure. His fingers that had invested in my genitalia upped the alert to red and at that very moment I knew I was coming.

It was the orgasm of the year as I made a startling discovery – I could squirt.

Copyright ©Rati, 2013