andyc
09-12-2002, 11:03 AM
Guys
A story. I did put this on the old board but thought I'd let all you newbies have a go !! It's quite long so I have split it up.
let me know what you think
Predator Part 1
She made to get off his face and stand up, but despite the feeling of power that still coursed through her body, she found her legs were stiff and cramped and it was harder than she thought. Putting both hands above his head she moved herself down his body so that she was astride his chest. From there it was easier to move off him and onto her knees. She noticed with interest and amusement the way his eyes followed her. His breath came in ragged gasps still, but she was sure that it wasn’t just getting his breath back, the flush of his face wasn’t just the warmth of her thighs either - he had definitely enjoyed at least part of his humiliation ! She realised how true this was as she looked at the stains at the fly of his jeans. How strange men could be !!.
Standing she pushed her skirt back over her thighs, re-adjusting and giving the wet cleft of her knickers a final rub as she pulled them up. Her tights were still on the pavement next to her and for a moment she thought about pulling them back up, before realising that the knees would be ruined from their grinding on the pavement. She picked them up and balled them in her hand looking for somewhere to throw them. A sudden inspiration seized her. She stood astride his head (again) and let the nylon dangle down, just tickling his lips. His head, already battered from what had gone before twitched instinctively and she ensured that the toes followed him as he moved his head from side to side. She moved her feet closer together, trapping his face between her ankles. She looked down at him and then, suddenly and decisively stepped back, placing her feet on both arms. Reaching down and moving the tights aside she covered his mouth and nose with her hand. He twitched and struggled weakly, his face darkening. She waited and then withdrew her hand. He immediately opened his mouth to gasp for air and seizing the moment she thrust the wadded nylon deep into his mouth, laughing at the comic faces he pulled as he struggled for air. But fun time was over. She gathered her bag, looked down at his struggling, half naked body still bearing the marks of a night that he would certainly remember and walked into the darkness. Predator had struck at her first victim !!
It started, as things so often do, mostly by chance. Predator - she wasn’t predator then but was known, and knew herself, by a rather more ordinary name - was going home after another largely frustrating evening. She wasn’t a remarkable young woman in most ways, with the exception of her being larger than most. She stood around 5 feet 10” and wasn’t what you might call “fat” but weighed in at around 15 stone. She had a very ordinary face, which could have been reasonably attractive, but her curly hair and glasses detracted from it, so that people didn’t really take much notice. She herself quite liked her body - it suited her. She wasn’t athletic or sporty but was powerful. She rather liked having big boobs , it attracted some notice but made her feel good about herself and how she was perceived. She was wide hipped and with her long legs had strong thighs which she quite liked to show off with short skirts, ignoring the jibes of “thunder thighs” from any stupid “lads”.
“Lads” was one of the causes of her frustration. She had always been a sensual person and from an early age had discovered the joys of touching herself, sometimes gently, taking a long time to arouse herself and at other times rubbing furiously to bring herself off rapidly but completely. An old and well loved teddy bear squeezed between her legs and with the button nose pressed in to her added variety of late. She had let (she was still not sure if it was “let” or “persuaded”) a young man touch her on a couple of occasions but they always wanted to do more, to get on top of her and she was not having ANY of that - she was determined to be in charge of whatever happened to her. As things stood she wasn’t getting very much attention. She wasn’t sure if she frightened men off, or they just didn’t fancy her (or both!) but sensual experiences certainly seemed to be down to her to look after.
Her most pleasant experience to date had been last summer. She had allowed a man she had met at a family wedding to fondle her breasts after they had gone outside after a slow dance and had begun to kiss. She really liked the attention that he gave them, kissing her neck and gently pulling her nipple, alternating this with gentle circular strokes that she really liked. When he had moved his other hand round and begun the treatment to both nipples, continuing the gentle stroking and pulling she had found herself getting really excited. The man was older than anyone she had previously experienced and she found herself really appreciating his expertise and gentle patience. When he gasped “let me suck them” it was she who had lifted her simple dress revealing her boobs to allow him to do so. He sucked on each boob, gently biting and rolling his tongue around the nipple whilst playing with the other. He moved from one to the other and then back again, while she held the back of his head pressing him close to her . His breath was increasingly ragged and she could feel his stiff prick pressing against his leg.
Her juices were really running and she could feel herself tingling. She reached down and gently rubbed herself through her knickers. “Let me do that” he gasped moving his hand to cover hers. She knocked his hand away with a stirring of anger that subsided quickly as he resumed his pleasuring of her nipples. With both hands back on her nipples he once again carried on with his stroking but now his mouth had moved below her breasts and he began to trace small circles with his tongue. She realised that her hips had begun a rhythmic motion which became stronger as his head moved towards her belly button. His tongue flicked in and out of the little hole and she became intensely aware that he was only inches from her knickers which were still on show as she held her dress up to allow him to caress her nipples. With a groan he slipped to his knees and as she realised his intention she thrust her hips forward to push her pussy against his face. The hand that she had been using to tease herself slipped around to the back of his neck as she pulled him deeper into her. She could feel his nose pressed against her and she ground herself against him enjoying the feeling as her knickers slithered around and against her. His hands still caressed her nipples now pulling them out and pressing them alternately. She put her other hand around his neck and pulled him deeper into her crotch, her hips beginning to move more and more vigorously.
This was new territory for her and she found herself really enjoying the sensations in her nipples and boobs and the rubbing of his face into her pussy. Even more she really liked the idea of this man kneeling in front of her pleasuring her. She became even more aroused and gasped when she felt the strong rhythmic stroking of his tongue against the gusset of her knickers. She had heard friends talking about “licking out” and if this was it she wanted more of it! She released her hand and pulled her knickers to one side, gasping again as his tongue touched her revealed bare pussy lips. He licked deeply up and down and then changed his style probing right inside her. She spread her legs wider pulling her pants well away so that he could lick right along the length of her crack. She could hear his breath coming in ragged gasps and she released the pressure of her remaining hand a little. He looked up at her, stopping for a moment.
“Don’t stop now” she said, thrusting her hips forward and relishing the feeling as his tongue continued to work at her. This was so exciting !! As she thought it she sensed the build up inside her growing and growing and, with a rush, she had a sudden and intense orgasm that caused her to moan loudly and her whole body to tremble. She quickly looked around but no-one was anywhere near. She continued to hold his head savouring the feeling. She looked down, noticing for the first time how red his face was. “That was good” she said.
He looked up, “what about me then?” he replied moving his head back slightly and moving his hand away from her breast and down to his fly. She looked down and a sudden urge took hold.
“You’re going nowhere lover, except where you belong” With that she grabbed his head with her hands tightly holding his hair and pushed him back into her waiting, wet pussy. Of course her pants had slipped back and she really wanted to feel him against herself.
“Pull my knickers down” she ordered, letting his head back a fraction. He did so and she swiftly pulled him back, enjoying the sensation as his tongue probed her. She moved his head until his tongue found her sensitive spot and then gyrated against him as he brought her to a second orgasm. Still holding his head she looked down.
“Let me up” he said, “I think I have had enough now”
“I told you lover, you go where I say” was her reply. He moved to get up but she had been expecting it and used her size, strength and position to hold him down. With a flash of inspiration she put one leg over his shoulder, forced his head back and then brought the other leg over so that his head was firmly trapped between her big thighs and she could use her weight to keep him down. His hands dropped to support himself as he leaned back and she knew she had him under control
A story. I did put this on the old board but thought I'd let all you newbies have a go !! It's quite long so I have split it up.
let me know what you think
Predator Part 1
She made to get off his face and stand up, but despite the feeling of power that still coursed through her body, she found her legs were stiff and cramped and it was harder than she thought. Putting both hands above his head she moved herself down his body so that she was astride his chest. From there it was easier to move off him and onto her knees. She noticed with interest and amusement the way his eyes followed her. His breath came in ragged gasps still, but she was sure that it wasn’t just getting his breath back, the flush of his face wasn’t just the warmth of her thighs either - he had definitely enjoyed at least part of his humiliation ! She realised how true this was as she looked at the stains at the fly of his jeans. How strange men could be !!.
Standing she pushed her skirt back over her thighs, re-adjusting and giving the wet cleft of her knickers a final rub as she pulled them up. Her tights were still on the pavement next to her and for a moment she thought about pulling them back up, before realising that the knees would be ruined from their grinding on the pavement. She picked them up and balled them in her hand looking for somewhere to throw them. A sudden inspiration seized her. She stood astride his head (again) and let the nylon dangle down, just tickling his lips. His head, already battered from what had gone before twitched instinctively and she ensured that the toes followed him as he moved his head from side to side. She moved her feet closer together, trapping his face between her ankles. She looked down at him and then, suddenly and decisively stepped back, placing her feet on both arms. Reaching down and moving the tights aside she covered his mouth and nose with her hand. He twitched and struggled weakly, his face darkening. She waited and then withdrew her hand. He immediately opened his mouth to gasp for air and seizing the moment she thrust the wadded nylon deep into his mouth, laughing at the comic faces he pulled as he struggled for air. But fun time was over. She gathered her bag, looked down at his struggling, half naked body still bearing the marks of a night that he would certainly remember and walked into the darkness. Predator had struck at her first victim !!
It started, as things so often do, mostly by chance. Predator - she wasn’t predator then but was known, and knew herself, by a rather more ordinary name - was going home after another largely frustrating evening. She wasn’t a remarkable young woman in most ways, with the exception of her being larger than most. She stood around 5 feet 10” and wasn’t what you might call “fat” but weighed in at around 15 stone. She had a very ordinary face, which could have been reasonably attractive, but her curly hair and glasses detracted from it, so that people didn’t really take much notice. She herself quite liked her body - it suited her. She wasn’t athletic or sporty but was powerful. She rather liked having big boobs , it attracted some notice but made her feel good about herself and how she was perceived. She was wide hipped and with her long legs had strong thighs which she quite liked to show off with short skirts, ignoring the jibes of “thunder thighs” from any stupid “lads”.
“Lads” was one of the causes of her frustration. She had always been a sensual person and from an early age had discovered the joys of touching herself, sometimes gently, taking a long time to arouse herself and at other times rubbing furiously to bring herself off rapidly but completely. An old and well loved teddy bear squeezed between her legs and with the button nose pressed in to her added variety of late. She had let (she was still not sure if it was “let” or “persuaded”) a young man touch her on a couple of occasions but they always wanted to do more, to get on top of her and she was not having ANY of that - she was determined to be in charge of whatever happened to her. As things stood she wasn’t getting very much attention. She wasn’t sure if she frightened men off, or they just didn’t fancy her (or both!) but sensual experiences certainly seemed to be down to her to look after.
Her most pleasant experience to date had been last summer. She had allowed a man she had met at a family wedding to fondle her breasts after they had gone outside after a slow dance and had begun to kiss. She really liked the attention that he gave them, kissing her neck and gently pulling her nipple, alternating this with gentle circular strokes that she really liked. When he had moved his other hand round and begun the treatment to both nipples, continuing the gentle stroking and pulling she had found herself getting really excited. The man was older than anyone she had previously experienced and she found herself really appreciating his expertise and gentle patience. When he gasped “let me suck them” it was she who had lifted her simple dress revealing her boobs to allow him to do so. He sucked on each boob, gently biting and rolling his tongue around the nipple whilst playing with the other. He moved from one to the other and then back again, while she held the back of his head pressing him close to her . His breath was increasingly ragged and she could feel his stiff prick pressing against his leg.
Her juices were really running and she could feel herself tingling. She reached down and gently rubbed herself through her knickers. “Let me do that” he gasped moving his hand to cover hers. She knocked his hand away with a stirring of anger that subsided quickly as he resumed his pleasuring of her nipples. With both hands back on her nipples he once again carried on with his stroking but now his mouth had moved below her breasts and he began to trace small circles with his tongue. She realised that her hips had begun a rhythmic motion which became stronger as his head moved towards her belly button. His tongue flicked in and out of the little hole and she became intensely aware that he was only inches from her knickers which were still on show as she held her dress up to allow him to caress her nipples. With a groan he slipped to his knees and as she realised his intention she thrust her hips forward to push her pussy against his face. The hand that she had been using to tease herself slipped around to the back of his neck as she pulled him deeper into her. She could feel his nose pressed against her and she ground herself against him enjoying the feeling as her knickers slithered around and against her. His hands still caressed her nipples now pulling them out and pressing them alternately. She put her other hand around his neck and pulled him deeper into her crotch, her hips beginning to move more and more vigorously.
This was new territory for her and she found herself really enjoying the sensations in her nipples and boobs and the rubbing of his face into her pussy. Even more she really liked the idea of this man kneeling in front of her pleasuring her. She became even more aroused and gasped when she felt the strong rhythmic stroking of his tongue against the gusset of her knickers. She had heard friends talking about “licking out” and if this was it she wanted more of it! She released her hand and pulled her knickers to one side, gasping again as his tongue touched her revealed bare pussy lips. He licked deeply up and down and then changed his style probing right inside her. She spread her legs wider pulling her pants well away so that he could lick right along the length of her crack. She could hear his breath coming in ragged gasps and she released the pressure of her remaining hand a little. He looked up at her, stopping for a moment.
“Don’t stop now” she said, thrusting her hips forward and relishing the feeling as his tongue continued to work at her. This was so exciting !! As she thought it she sensed the build up inside her growing and growing and, with a rush, she had a sudden and intense orgasm that caused her to moan loudly and her whole body to tremble. She quickly looked around but no-one was anywhere near. She continued to hold his head savouring the feeling. She looked down, noticing for the first time how red his face was. “That was good” she said.
He looked up, “what about me then?” he replied moving his head back slightly and moving his hand away from her breast and down to his fly. She looked down and a sudden urge took hold.
“You’re going nowhere lover, except where you belong” With that she grabbed his head with her hands tightly holding his hair and pushed him back into her waiting, wet pussy. Of course her pants had slipped back and she really wanted to feel him against herself.
“Pull my knickers down” she ordered, letting his head back a fraction. He did so and she swiftly pulled him back, enjoying the sensation as his tongue probed her. She moved his head until his tongue found her sensitive spot and then gyrated against him as he brought her to a second orgasm. Still holding his head she looked down.
“Let me up” he said, “I think I have had enough now”
“I told you lover, you go where I say” was her reply. He moved to get up but she had been expecting it and used her size, strength and position to hold him down. With a flash of inspiration she put one leg over his shoulder, forced his head back and then brought the other leg over so that his head was firmly trapped between her big thighs and she could use her weight to keep him down. His hands dropped to support himself as he leaned back and she knew she had him under control