Ste Letto
03-30-2003, 7:43 AM
Penny tottered out of the taxi, turned and waved to her friends, then staggered to her front door. Leaning against the door, the drunken 24 yr old rummaged in her little black sequinned purse for her keys. In the quiet of 3am in the morning, the thrubbing of the taxi's diesel engine seemed somehow shockingly loud. With a triumphal "Ha" Penny located the keys. She waved them in the air, grinning idiotically; to show her friends she was Ok, then unlocked the door.
The hall was dark, so she reached out her hand and felt for the lightswitch. When she'd flicked it on she grinned, pleased with herself, stepped inside and pushed the door solidly shut with her bottom. She smiled, remembering the many admiring looks and touches her peachy bottom had drawn. She had a full, round, plump arse that always drew attention. She liked to show it off. Tonight she'd worn black pants, stretchy cotton, with criss cross laces at the front, that fitted like a second skin.
She laughed, remembering a guy at the bar who offered to kneel up, with his head bent back so she'd have somewhere to sit. She remembered him doing just that, remembered standing in front of him and pretending to sit, brushing his hot features with her hot ass. When she'd moved away the guy had made a big show of disappointment. She smiled, she'd had a great time.
Still smiling, she kicked off her high heeled, strappy black sandals to reveal bare feet with purple painted toenails. Walking barefoot, she made her way to the kitchen and ran herself a glass of water, which she gulped down. She sighed loudly, making herself giggle again. She put the glass down, then headed for the stairs.
She tiptoed up the stairs, trying not to disturb Barry, her boyfriend. Her bladder was full, so she visited the toilet but decided not to flush it. In the toilet she stripped off her pants, her blouse and her bra.
Barefoot, wearing only black cotton panties; with her long black hair tied back by a simple scrunchy, she exited the bathroom, forgetting to turn off the light. She padded across the carpeted landing to the bedroom and carefully opened the door.
In the light she could see Barry lay asleep, on his back, with his mouth open, staring up at the ceiling. Penny smiled, thinking he looked cute. He had twisted round on the bed, so that he lay across it, rather than up and down. His head was near the edge of the mattress. Penny stood to the side of his head, where it lay on the bed, turned her back, and saucily wiggled her bum near his head, remembering the offer from the guy at the bar. Sadly Barry wasn't a bum man.
Smiling impishly she positioned herself as if to sit upon his sleeping face. Then, caught in a whim, she raised herself on tiptoe, and let her arse come down. She was hyper sensitive, and she felt the first impact of her cheeks on his face. She had to fight to keep herself from giggling. She raised herself, then lowered, raised then lowered, brushing her flesh against his. She had a fine down of hair on her arse cheeks that made them super sensitive..
"Barry" she said softly, before letting her bum bump his face. He didn't respond. "Barry", she said again, louder this time. "Barry" she finally shouted. He woke up, "Huhh, what? What time is it?" Penny laughed, "Facesitting time," she shouted, letting herself settle fully on Barry's sleepy features.
She felt his body jump, felt his head wiggle a bit, then she saw his arms coming up. They almost seemed to move in slow motion. Fortunately he wasn't aggressive. In fact he was smaller than Penny and less strong. She could always overpower him. She decided to do so now. She grasped his wrists and pinned them down, saying "Oh no you don't. I'm staying right here." She heard his muffled protests from beneath her panty clad backside and roared with laughter. "And you're staying right there. I'm in the mood!"
She lifted a fraction to let him breathe, then sat back down, feeling his head sink into the mattress, feeling his nose slipping into the groove of her ass. She sighed, and began to shimmy side to side, working her hips and rocking his head. She shuffled forward and back, forward and back, riding his face, feeling her crotch grow moist and her belly grow hot. She closed her eyes, and began riding his face more purposefully, grinding down with eyes closed. She did love to sit on a guy's face, and she especially loved the feeling that the guy was powerless to stop her.
The warmth and wetness grew in equal measure. She began grinding on Barry's face more forcefully, working her hips, working her bottom, giving herself pleasure. She knew Barry would not be enjoying it, and that just made things all the better.
Time ticked by, five minutes, ten, fifteen. Penny rode Barry's face in cycles, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes forward and back, sometimes side to side. After half an hour she felt the excitement blossoming in her stomach. She knew she was approaching orgasm.
She sat heavier on Barry's face, knowingly cutting off his oxygen. Beneath her, Barry struggled to get free, burning up what little oxygen and energy he had left. Penny knew he would be close to passing out. She waited, then jumped up, hearing him gasp in air.
She took the opportunity to whip off her panties, then sat straight back on her boyfriend's face again. The feeling of flesh to flesh heightened her pleasure and excitement in equal measure. She was dripping wet, oozing excitement. She wiggled her hips and rode his mouth and nose, making little cooing noises. Barry was overwhelmed by the taste and smell of her.
After 10 long minutes she shuddered and cried out as her orgasm hit. Waves of pleasure passed through her body, making her mind sparkle, filling her with deep satisfaction. She tossed her head back, open mouthed, and squealed in delight. Her legs were straight out in front of her, her feet bending and flexing while her toes curled. Her head lolled and rolled on her shoulders.
She gradually settled to normality. However, that wasn't the end. She climbed off him, turned about, and manhandled him until his head hung off the edge of the bed. Then she straddled his face, and pulled his head up into her soppy cunt and said "Lick". Barry hated doing this, but he really had no option.
He put out his tongue and tasted feminine arousal. She was musky and fragrant. Her juices were still running and dripping freely from her. She responded by moving her hips backward a little, allowing him to insert his tongue like a pseudo penis. The juices from her arousal dripped and trickled between his lips, forcing him to drink them down. The tight clamp of her hot inner thighs kept him prisoner. She bent forward and played with his balls to amuse and arouse herself She rode his tongue, bobbing up and down over Barry's helpless face until she came again. She shuddered and juddered to a second, heart stopping orgasm, then rolled off him. In spite of his breathless protests Penny went swiftly to sleep.
The hall was dark, so she reached out her hand and felt for the lightswitch. When she'd flicked it on she grinned, pleased with herself, stepped inside and pushed the door solidly shut with her bottom. She smiled, remembering the many admiring looks and touches her peachy bottom had drawn. She had a full, round, plump arse that always drew attention. She liked to show it off. Tonight she'd worn black pants, stretchy cotton, with criss cross laces at the front, that fitted like a second skin.
She laughed, remembering a guy at the bar who offered to kneel up, with his head bent back so she'd have somewhere to sit. She remembered him doing just that, remembered standing in front of him and pretending to sit, brushing his hot features with her hot ass. When she'd moved away the guy had made a big show of disappointment. She smiled, she'd had a great time.
Still smiling, she kicked off her high heeled, strappy black sandals to reveal bare feet with purple painted toenails. Walking barefoot, she made her way to the kitchen and ran herself a glass of water, which she gulped down. She sighed loudly, making herself giggle again. She put the glass down, then headed for the stairs.
She tiptoed up the stairs, trying not to disturb Barry, her boyfriend. Her bladder was full, so she visited the toilet but decided not to flush it. In the toilet she stripped off her pants, her blouse and her bra.
Barefoot, wearing only black cotton panties; with her long black hair tied back by a simple scrunchy, she exited the bathroom, forgetting to turn off the light. She padded across the carpeted landing to the bedroom and carefully opened the door.
In the light she could see Barry lay asleep, on his back, with his mouth open, staring up at the ceiling. Penny smiled, thinking he looked cute. He had twisted round on the bed, so that he lay across it, rather than up and down. His head was near the edge of the mattress. Penny stood to the side of his head, where it lay on the bed, turned her back, and saucily wiggled her bum near his head, remembering the offer from the guy at the bar. Sadly Barry wasn't a bum man.
Smiling impishly she positioned herself as if to sit upon his sleeping face. Then, caught in a whim, she raised herself on tiptoe, and let her arse come down. She was hyper sensitive, and she felt the first impact of her cheeks on his face. She had to fight to keep herself from giggling. She raised herself, then lowered, raised then lowered, brushing her flesh against his. She had a fine down of hair on her arse cheeks that made them super sensitive..
"Barry" she said softly, before letting her bum bump his face. He didn't respond. "Barry", she said again, louder this time. "Barry" she finally shouted. He woke up, "Huhh, what? What time is it?" Penny laughed, "Facesitting time," she shouted, letting herself settle fully on Barry's sleepy features.
She felt his body jump, felt his head wiggle a bit, then she saw his arms coming up. They almost seemed to move in slow motion. Fortunately he wasn't aggressive. In fact he was smaller than Penny and less strong. She could always overpower him. She decided to do so now. She grasped his wrists and pinned them down, saying "Oh no you don't. I'm staying right here." She heard his muffled protests from beneath her panty clad backside and roared with laughter. "And you're staying right there. I'm in the mood!"
She lifted a fraction to let him breathe, then sat back down, feeling his head sink into the mattress, feeling his nose slipping into the groove of her ass. She sighed, and began to shimmy side to side, working her hips and rocking his head. She shuffled forward and back, forward and back, riding his face, feeling her crotch grow moist and her belly grow hot. She closed her eyes, and began riding his face more purposefully, grinding down with eyes closed. She did love to sit on a guy's face, and she especially loved the feeling that the guy was powerless to stop her.
The warmth and wetness grew in equal measure. She began grinding on Barry's face more forcefully, working her hips, working her bottom, giving herself pleasure. She knew Barry would not be enjoying it, and that just made things all the better.
Time ticked by, five minutes, ten, fifteen. Penny rode Barry's face in cycles, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes forward and back, sometimes side to side. After half an hour she felt the excitement blossoming in her stomach. She knew she was approaching orgasm.
She sat heavier on Barry's face, knowingly cutting off his oxygen. Beneath her, Barry struggled to get free, burning up what little oxygen and energy he had left. Penny knew he would be close to passing out. She waited, then jumped up, hearing him gasp in air.
She took the opportunity to whip off her panties, then sat straight back on her boyfriend's face again. The feeling of flesh to flesh heightened her pleasure and excitement in equal measure. She was dripping wet, oozing excitement. She wiggled her hips and rode his mouth and nose, making little cooing noises. Barry was overwhelmed by the taste and smell of her.
After 10 long minutes she shuddered and cried out as her orgasm hit. Waves of pleasure passed through her body, making her mind sparkle, filling her with deep satisfaction. She tossed her head back, open mouthed, and squealed in delight. Her legs were straight out in front of her, her feet bending and flexing while her toes curled. Her head lolled and rolled on her shoulders.
She gradually settled to normality. However, that wasn't the end. She climbed off him, turned about, and manhandled him until his head hung off the edge of the bed. Then she straddled his face, and pulled his head up into her soppy cunt and said "Lick". Barry hated doing this, but he really had no option.
He put out his tongue and tasted feminine arousal. She was musky and fragrant. Her juices were still running and dripping freely from her. She responded by moving her hips backward a little, allowing him to insert his tongue like a pseudo penis. The juices from her arousal dripped and trickled between his lips, forcing him to drink them down. The tight clamp of her hot inner thighs kept him prisoner. She bent forward and played with his balls to amuse and arouse herself She rode his tongue, bobbing up and down over Barry's helpless face until she came again. She shuddered and juddered to a second, heart stopping orgasm, then rolled off him. In spite of his breathless protests Penny went swiftly to sleep.