Just a little fantasy I cooked up. I call it "Just Imagine".
Enjoy.
Just imagine you're in your favorite local pool hall. You're dressed to kill. Tour tee shirt is too tight, and everyone can clearly see you don't believe in bras. Your denim skirt is tight and short, and you're wearing your favorite pair of "Fuck Me" boots. You're bending over the pool table in far too provocative a fashion, and you don't really care. You're showing off the smooth curves of your legs, the tight derrierre, and the modest but perky breasts pushing against the shirt. Every eye is drawn to you, and that's just the way you like it. It's almost closing time, and only a few people are left. There are four guys eyeing you, plus the manager, and you've challenged yourself that tonight you're going to take each man.
The manager finally moves to the door, flips the sigh over to closed, switches off the neon, locks the door, and draws the blinds. You look each man in the eye, and with a crook of your finger, you beckon them forward. First to step up to you is an average, blonde young man with a wicked gleam in his eye. You don't speak. He presses you against the pool table, and locks his mouth on yours. The kiss is deep, passionate. You feel a flush of heat run through your body. You wrap legs around him, pulling him close to you. You can feel the swelling of his manhood already. You run your hands under his shirt, and up his back. He tugs your tee up, lightly running fingers over your waist. You giggle softly through the kiss, and he eases up. You are a bit disappointed; the light tickle arouses you. But he has filed that away. You finally strip his shirt up and over his head, and he pays you back by pulling your tee off, baring your beautiful breasts. He cups and caresses them, and you melt in his hands, groaning softly.
He eases you back on the table, quickly dispensing with his pants. He pulls your skirt off, and nearly rips your panties away in a fit of lust. You gasp at his aggression. All you are wearing now are your boots. He raises your legs, and pulls you so your hips are a tthe edge of the table. He kneels down, and takes a long loving taste of you. You shudder in pleasure, your breasts heaving as you surrender to the passion burning through you. It is a fire that yearns for something he has. Something you want. His tongue, nimble and slippery, slides in and out of you, circling the little button that is the center of your pleasure. He teases it, causing it to swell, to peek out from under pink folds. It emerges, and he gently runs the tip of his tongue over it. You cry out in unexpected pleasure, sudden flood of heat running through your loins. He spreads your petals, slowly sinking his tongue into you. Your back arches, and you hiss in pleasure as you feel a pressure building inside of you. He returns again and again to tease and nudge your sensitive clitoris, slowly running you up to climax. Your fingers curl in his hair, and you gently tug in time to the surges of pleasure, groaning and gasping.
Just imagine... Your breathing quickens, your back arches, your moans turn to whimpers, "Yes," you whisper between gasps. Your heart races, the lights swirl, your body tenses as the pleasure surges, carries you up, swells to climax. You shudder, loud cries now escaping your lips. His tongue is swirling around your clit, the pleasure is overwhelming. You want it to stop, and you want it to never end. You're dimly aware of his fingers curling across the skin of your waist, of a light, teasing tickle. You crave more, and you press against his face, grinding, sucking in every last bit of the orgasm coursing through you. Finally, he breaks off, leaving you panting, heaving, glowing, wanting more.
He easily slides your boots off, and climbs up on the table. Your legs spread around him, inviting him forward. He takes your left leg, raising your foot. He nibbles lightly on your toes. Giggles escape your lips. It tickles, you cannot help it, you want it. He nibbles lower, his teeth raking the sole of your foot. You try to pull away, but he locks your foot in his grip. Fingertips slide up and down the sole of your foot, and you tense as a light, fiery teasing tickling feeling travels down your foot, down your leg, straight into you. He pulls your other leg up, and teases your feet, nibbling on your toes, lightly tickling you, pleased to hear your laughter bubble out of you. You can feel his swollen manhood resting just above your pink petals. You yearn to feel him enter you. But he teases and tickles your feet, slowly driving you mad again with a new kind of desire. hen, all of a sudden, you feel the tip of his shaft press directly against your entrance. Easily, effortlessly, he slips into you. You arch your back and groan, then yelp as he teases your feet again. He slowly thrusts into you, shallow thrusts, but they get your blood pumping again. He lets your legs go, and they open up to him. He thrusts in short again and again. Then, with no warning, he suddenly plunges in deep and hard, burying the full length of his shaft into you. You gasp, and moan at this new pleasure. He pulls back and thrusts deep again, moving faster and faster, pounding into you with a growing need and abandon. You gasp in surprise and delight, and you suddenly feel the orgasm overtake you. Clutch him close, and ride out the orgasm as he thrusts into you. No sooner does the orgasm cease, then a new one claims you. You cry out in surprise, breathlessly crying out "I'm coming again!" And come you do, hard and long. HE pauses, buried deep in you, as you clutch at him in your ecstasy. You slump back, panting beneath him. He draws your arms above your head, and presses your hands together, holding them in place with his own. The other hand now travels slowly down your arm. You tense, then gasp as he thrusts into you. You bite your lower lip, and wriggle uncontrollably as he teases your underarm while thrusting deep into you. Another climax thunders through you, and he gently tickles you through it. You writhe so much, you nearly shale him out of you. The orgasm passes, and he switches hands, now caressing and tickling your other underarm as his deep, hard thrusts resume. A few thrusts in, and you again wriggle under him in orgasmic bliss. He pulls out for a moment, then his fingers dance over your underarms, not in a slow, torturous tease, but in fast, intense tickling. You squeal and shriek, giggling and wriggling under him. HE stops, and your eyes fly open as he easily enters your slippery passage again, driving deep and hard, and your orgasm is even more intense than before. You've never experienced pleasure like this before. He's teasing and tickling you, driving you mad, and you crave more. He's fucking you like no one has ever fucked you, and you want more. He drives you to one, two, three more orgasms, with tickling between each one.
You are panting, gasping for breath, unsure of how much more you can take. Your head is swimming, but you can feel him pull out, and he flips you over. Your body responds immediately, and your tight ass swivels towards him. He presses against you, and sinks in. This new position rubs in delicious new ways, and with a few deft thrusts, you are teetering on the edge of an orgasm. He pauses, placing his hands on your hips, presumably to guide himself. He thrusts deep again, but his fingers dig into your hips, and a maddening, sudden, intense tickling rockets through you. You squeal and buck wildly, meeting his thrusts, pulling him deeper into you. He tickles and thrusts, and you spasm against him in climax. You feel a spurting wetness, and are shocked to discover that you are squirting out! An orgasm more intense than any you ever thought possible seizes you. You tense, and cry out in unbearable pleasure. Even as he thrusts into you, tickling your captive hips all the while, you feel hands lock your feet down, and fingers begin to skitter across ticklish soles. This is too much, and you climax again. The sensual onslaught does not cease, and you tense in the throes of another gushing climax. This finally, is too much for your partner. You feel him tense against you, feel his cock spasm inside you, feel the burst of his seed as he finally explodes inside you. For several long seconds, you two strain together, grinding, spurting, grunting. Finally, drained and spent, he relaxes, and pulls out of you. You slump over, and roll onto your back. You see the other four men have undressed, and one of them climbs onto the table, ready to plunge into you. Strong hands pin your arms down, and you see your first lover stretching his fingers over your underarms. Hand grip your ankles, and fingers pause over your sensitive feet. Four more eager lovers are ready to continue tickling and fucking you to your hearts content. Little do you know, two more men were finishing a private game in one of the back rooms, and are emerging to view the sight of your sultry, sweating, ticklish body. You wonder if maybe you have bitten off more than you can chew.
Still, you did challenge yourself...
Just imagine.
Enjoy.
Just imagine you're in your favorite local pool hall. You're dressed to kill. Tour tee shirt is too tight, and everyone can clearly see you don't believe in bras. Your denim skirt is tight and short, and you're wearing your favorite pair of "Fuck Me" boots. You're bending over the pool table in far too provocative a fashion, and you don't really care. You're showing off the smooth curves of your legs, the tight derrierre, and the modest but perky breasts pushing against the shirt. Every eye is drawn to you, and that's just the way you like it. It's almost closing time, and only a few people are left. There are four guys eyeing you, plus the manager, and you've challenged yourself that tonight you're going to take each man.
The manager finally moves to the door, flips the sigh over to closed, switches off the neon, locks the door, and draws the blinds. You look each man in the eye, and with a crook of your finger, you beckon them forward. First to step up to you is an average, blonde young man with a wicked gleam in his eye. You don't speak. He presses you against the pool table, and locks his mouth on yours. The kiss is deep, passionate. You feel a flush of heat run through your body. You wrap legs around him, pulling him close to you. You can feel the swelling of his manhood already. You run your hands under his shirt, and up his back. He tugs your tee up, lightly running fingers over your waist. You giggle softly through the kiss, and he eases up. You are a bit disappointed; the light tickle arouses you. But he has filed that away. You finally strip his shirt up and over his head, and he pays you back by pulling your tee off, baring your beautiful breasts. He cups and caresses them, and you melt in his hands, groaning softly.
He eases you back on the table, quickly dispensing with his pants. He pulls your skirt off, and nearly rips your panties away in a fit of lust. You gasp at his aggression. All you are wearing now are your boots. He raises your legs, and pulls you so your hips are a tthe edge of the table. He kneels down, and takes a long loving taste of you. You shudder in pleasure, your breasts heaving as you surrender to the passion burning through you. It is a fire that yearns for something he has. Something you want. His tongue, nimble and slippery, slides in and out of you, circling the little button that is the center of your pleasure. He teases it, causing it to swell, to peek out from under pink folds. It emerges, and he gently runs the tip of his tongue over it. You cry out in unexpected pleasure, sudden flood of heat running through your loins. He spreads your petals, slowly sinking his tongue into you. Your back arches, and you hiss in pleasure as you feel a pressure building inside of you. He returns again and again to tease and nudge your sensitive clitoris, slowly running you up to climax. Your fingers curl in his hair, and you gently tug in time to the surges of pleasure, groaning and gasping.
Just imagine... Your breathing quickens, your back arches, your moans turn to whimpers, "Yes," you whisper between gasps. Your heart races, the lights swirl, your body tenses as the pleasure surges, carries you up, swells to climax. You shudder, loud cries now escaping your lips. His tongue is swirling around your clit, the pleasure is overwhelming. You want it to stop, and you want it to never end. You're dimly aware of his fingers curling across the skin of your waist, of a light, teasing tickle. You crave more, and you press against his face, grinding, sucking in every last bit of the orgasm coursing through you. Finally, he breaks off, leaving you panting, heaving, glowing, wanting more.
He easily slides your boots off, and climbs up on the table. Your legs spread around him, inviting him forward. He takes your left leg, raising your foot. He nibbles lightly on your toes. Giggles escape your lips. It tickles, you cannot help it, you want it. He nibbles lower, his teeth raking the sole of your foot. You try to pull away, but he locks your foot in his grip. Fingertips slide up and down the sole of your foot, and you tense as a light, fiery teasing tickling feeling travels down your foot, down your leg, straight into you. He pulls your other leg up, and teases your feet, nibbling on your toes, lightly tickling you, pleased to hear your laughter bubble out of you. You can feel his swollen manhood resting just above your pink petals. You yearn to feel him enter you. But he teases and tickles your feet, slowly driving you mad again with a new kind of desire. hen, all of a sudden, you feel the tip of his shaft press directly against your entrance. Easily, effortlessly, he slips into you. You arch your back and groan, then yelp as he teases your feet again. He slowly thrusts into you, shallow thrusts, but they get your blood pumping again. He lets your legs go, and they open up to him. He thrusts in short again and again. Then, with no warning, he suddenly plunges in deep and hard, burying the full length of his shaft into you. You gasp, and moan at this new pleasure. He pulls back and thrusts deep again, moving faster and faster, pounding into you with a growing need and abandon. You gasp in surprise and delight, and you suddenly feel the orgasm overtake you. Clutch him close, and ride out the orgasm as he thrusts into you. No sooner does the orgasm cease, then a new one claims you. You cry out in surprise, breathlessly crying out "I'm coming again!" And come you do, hard and long. HE pauses, buried deep in you, as you clutch at him in your ecstasy. You slump back, panting beneath him. He draws your arms above your head, and presses your hands together, holding them in place with his own. The other hand now travels slowly down your arm. You tense, then gasp as he thrusts into you. You bite your lower lip, and wriggle uncontrollably as he teases your underarm while thrusting deep into you. Another climax thunders through you, and he gently tickles you through it. You writhe so much, you nearly shale him out of you. The orgasm passes, and he switches hands, now caressing and tickling your other underarm as his deep, hard thrusts resume. A few thrusts in, and you again wriggle under him in orgasmic bliss. He pulls out for a moment, then his fingers dance over your underarms, not in a slow, torturous tease, but in fast, intense tickling. You squeal and shriek, giggling and wriggling under him. HE stops, and your eyes fly open as he easily enters your slippery passage again, driving deep and hard, and your orgasm is even more intense than before. You've never experienced pleasure like this before. He's teasing and tickling you, driving you mad, and you crave more. He's fucking you like no one has ever fucked you, and you want more. He drives you to one, two, three more orgasms, with tickling between each one.
You are panting, gasping for breath, unsure of how much more you can take. Your head is swimming, but you can feel him pull out, and he flips you over. Your body responds immediately, and your tight ass swivels towards him. He presses against you, and sinks in. This new position rubs in delicious new ways, and with a few deft thrusts, you are teetering on the edge of an orgasm. He pauses, placing his hands on your hips, presumably to guide himself. He thrusts deep again, but his fingers dig into your hips, and a maddening, sudden, intense tickling rockets through you. You squeal and buck wildly, meeting his thrusts, pulling him deeper into you. He tickles and thrusts, and you spasm against him in climax. You feel a spurting wetness, and are shocked to discover that you are squirting out! An orgasm more intense than any you ever thought possible seizes you. You tense, and cry out in unbearable pleasure. Even as he thrusts into you, tickling your captive hips all the while, you feel hands lock your feet down, and fingers begin to skitter across ticklish soles. This is too much, and you climax again. The sensual onslaught does not cease, and you tense in the throes of another gushing climax. This finally, is too much for your partner. You feel him tense against you, feel his cock spasm inside you, feel the burst of his seed as he finally explodes inside you. For several long seconds, you two strain together, grinding, spurting, grunting. Finally, drained and spent, he relaxes, and pulls out of you. You slump over, and roll onto your back. You see the other four men have undressed, and one of them climbs onto the table, ready to plunge into you. Strong hands pin your arms down, and you see your first lover stretching his fingers over your underarms. Hand grip your ankles, and fingers pause over your sensitive feet. Four more eager lovers are ready to continue tickling and fucking you to your hearts content. Little do you know, two more men were finishing a private game in one of the back rooms, and are emerging to view the sight of your sultry, sweating, ticklish body. You wonder if maybe you have bitten off more than you can chew.
Still, you did challenge yourself...
Just imagine.
