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If my effusive display sends you back to middle/high school literature class, don't blame me, blame her. She has this effect on me. Sorry, not sorry.
Poetry
Her refused-to-be-cut tresses caresses my hips, going from silken puddles to teasing lashes like the tips of a flogger as her mouth follows her drool and engulfs my cock over and over. I pry my pleasure-sealed eyelids open as cool air replaced the warmth of her mouth, only to be pierced by her gaze far deeper than my cock pierces her as she descends upon it, taking it bit by bit into the warmth of her soaking tightness.
A field of passion flowers blossom in the arid plain of my soul, watered only by the juices that trickle down my encompassed shaft as her hips write sonnets with their movements - swirling, shifting, arching and curling, spelling out her desires louder than any words could proclaim.
Like Shakespeare's five-act structure, the climax occurs in the middle because it is not the end of pleasures. They continue long after I am spent and emptied by her, and I wish never to reach its epilogue.
Frat Party
"Edward..." you manage to slur the name as your head lolls back and your eyes cross.
"No, but any name will do," as I catch before you slip off the chair. It is obvious that the frat boys have taken advantage of your drunken state - one nipple peeks out from the top whose strap is down around your elbow. A quick check of your panties shows that they are intact and haven't been removed, yet, they are soaked with your juices. The frats must have been content with rubbing and palming your pussy through them, but of course, you probably don't even remember.
I help you to your feet, thinking to get you out of here, but you slump into my hand and my palm fills with your now fully exposed tit. Despite your condition, a moan slips from your lips, past the drool at the corner of your mouth. Reflexively, you clasp your hand over mine, pressing your nipple into my palm. It grows taunt at my touch. Your fingers grip over mine as if to grab your tit, but it only forces my hand against your soft, warm flesh.
I waver for a moment, then, "Aw, fuck it." I slip one arm under your knees and find an open bedroom. Well, almost open. Some guy has his face buried between the thighs of some freshman girl while another plows his cock in her mouth. They ignore us as I stretch you out onto the other bed against the wall. Pulling off your panties leaves a sticky trail of evidence of your being touched earlier. I follow it with my fingers as if to replace it from whence it came. As my fingers part your folds, you subconsciously thrust your hips forward, grabbing my arm by my wrist and direct my fingers inside you so adeptly that I wonder if you are really as intoxicated as you seem, or maybe, cock drunk and so needy through your brain fog that your body is operating on auto-drive.
Not to pass up the opportunity, I use my free hand to loose my cock, and replace my fingers with it in your cum-drenched hole. The moment you feel me plunge inside you, you go feral, bucking and thrashing, seeking to take me deeper. Some primal need overriding your drunken state faster than I can comprehend. Glutaral moans and gasps punctuate the room louder than the sounds coming from the other bed to the point that both the other guys look up from the girl pinned beneath them and stare with an air of jealousy.
They'll just have to be envious. For tonight, you are mine.
THE SLEEPOVER
I woke up, throbbing, aching for the warmth that only being inside your warm, wet hole can provide. Stroking myself is not enough, so I slip out of bed and tiptoe to my sister's room.
You're both asleep, worn out from your late-night sleepover. You've half kicked off your covers from being too warm. I take a moment to admire how your top is pushed up, exposing your underboobs and one pale nipple. But it's the way your shorts are twisted and one leg cocked to the side, bent at the knees, showing me that there are no panties underneath that makes my dick jump even more.
I always wondered why sis insisted on having a king's sized bed, but this morning, I appreciate her extravagance as I slide in beside you because there's plenty of room. In your sleepy state, you probably think it's my sister cuddling next to you as you push your ass against me when I pull you close with my arm around your waist. Your small, perky tit yields to my palming, and I feel your nipple grow taunt as I gently squeeze, not wanting to wake you.
Your plush, firm ass feels fantastic against my pulsing cock but it's not enough for me. I reach to position it between the material of your shorts and your smoothly shaven cunt. I'm surprised to find your slit already moist with your juices. Are you dreaming of me doing this? Do you need my cock as much as I need you?
Sleepy whimpers slip through your slightly parted lips as I slowly slide my cock against your slit, letting it soak in your juices stimulated from my tip repeatedly rubbing your clit. I fear you're awakening as your hips begin to match my subtle movements, but no, your dreaming is my reality as my juice-coated cock glides easily between your pussy lips.
I crave pushing inside, but suddenly you clamp down on my cock, tightening your thighs as your wet dream spills your cum into my cock, triggering my own. My cock pulses and throbs, filling your shorts with my sticky cum that your quivering thighs milk from it.
I lie quietly next to you, listening to your breathing return to normal as you fall back into your blissful slumber. I gently extricate myself from our entangled embrace, content now to return to my bed. .
I chuckle at the thought of you waking hours later, confused that your wet dream had never before left you so sticky, but knowing that if having sleepovers with my sister leaves you feeling this good, you'll be eager to have more.
I'll be waiting.