|
Squash by Grimalkin
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Squash
© 1995 Grimalkin
She looked down, his hand grasped her wrist, not painfully, not yet, "let go"
she said, "what?", "I said, let me go, NOW" she yanked her wrist away, he spun
her around and grabbed her shoulders, "BITCH", she struggled against him, he
laughed and she spat at him, watched the spittle dribble down his cheek, he
wiped it off, slowly deliberately he tightened his grip on her shoulders,
pulling her closer to him, she struggled briefly, his fingers digging into her,
painfully, he lowered his head and pressed his lips agaisnt hers, his tongue
forcing its' way into her mouth, she briefly considered biting it, but the
pressure on her shoulders warned her not to, sighing she gave in, her body
folded against his, his arms sliding down round to hold her close, "bastard" she
mumbled agaisnt his mouth, "you always win".
He grinned as he let her go, "I think you just like losing, perhaps the
punishment appeals to you". He stood there grinning at her, waiting for her
reply, her denial, but he knew one wouldnt be coming, she liked the feelings
just as much as he did, though she tended to initiate the sessions he wasnt
going to complain, she will just have to practice more, and one day she would
beat him, and then she would probably more than make up for any amount of
humiliation that he had vistited on her, but that would teach her for picking to
challenge him at his game.
He bent down and picked up the racquets that had fallen to the floor, Squash
was such a physical game, almost as physical as the ones that would follow, he
had won and it was his choice, now what would appeal to him most he stood there
thinking, and she stood there waiting for him, wondering what it would be this
time, he decided.
He beckoned to her, "strip" he said, the look on her face was one of
astonishment, "what, here, now?", "yes, here and now, strip, take it all off
slowly, we're here alone, I have the keys, the centre is locked up, we wont be
disturbed".
She dropped the towel she was carrying and bent down to unlace her shoes,
"stop, panties off first, then unlace your shoes with your leg on the bench" she
did as he asked, she lifted her leg onto the bench and as he stood behind her,
she bent over and he could see the hairless slit of her pussy, as she leant to
full stretch the lips opened just slightly and he caught a glimpse of her
pinkness inside, he leant forward and ran his finger lightly up the length of
her slit, she shivered, "go on" he said, "the other shoe as well" she repeated
the action with her other leg, this time he just looked but didnt touch as she
bent over, though he noticed the touch of moisture along the lips of her pussy.
She stood there, no shoes, no panties, her skirt rumpled up around her
middle, the only noticeable difference was a slight quickening in her
breathing, "take the rest off" he ordered, her fingers fumbled with the buttons
on her skirt, it fell to the floor, she kicked it away, slowly she reached up,
running her hands over her breasts as she pulled her shirt off, clad in only a
sports bra she stood there, he walked around her, closely inspecting her body,
"put your leg back on the bench" she did as he asked, "bend over and touch your
toes", as she did he walked behind her, once again her hairless pussy was
exposed to his view.
He stood there and marvelled at the beauty of her cunt, again he ran his
finger up the length of her slit, gathering up the moisture, the evidence of her
arousal, he brought it to his nose and smelled it, that delicious odor of sexual
excitement, the delightful musky female smell that he loved, his own arousal was
just as evident as he moved behind her and pressed agaisnt her, he rubbed his
cock agaisnt her bare skin, shivering as the material of his shorts dragged over
the sensitive head of his erection.
She pressed back into him, hard to do from that position, her hands still down
round her feet, "take your bra off" he ordered, she straightend and pulled the
bra off over her head, her breasts released from their confinment, hung there,
moving slightly as she breathed, her leg still positioned on the bench, she was
naked, "bend over again, hands around your ankles with your legs spread" she did
as she was told, her breasts pressing against her thighs.
He leant forward, his hands brushing up the backs of her thighs, over her
tautly stretched cheeks, over her back and down her arms as she stood in a
perfect divers take off position, quickly he divested himself of his clothes and
moved up behind her, his erect cock pressing agaisnt her bare flesh, with one
hand he spread her cunt lips and rubbed his cock up and down her slit, smearing
his cock with her honey, she shuddered and ground her arse into his groin, he
noticed one hand straying up to play with her nipples, pulling them and pinching
them, rubbing one between her fingers.
Without warning he thrust 3 fingers into her tunnel, she gasped and he could
feel the rush of juice as she experienced her first orgasm, her knees sagged a
little, slowly, gently he finger fucked her, his thumb rubbing across her clit
brought her to a second orgasm, with trembling knees and ragged breathing, still
bent over, one hand on the wall for support.
She turned and looked at him from under her arm, smiling with delight and a
blissful expression on her face, he smiled back at her and with one long slow
thrust he pushed his cock into her, once again she gasped, her cunt shuddered
with the rhythmic aftershocks of her orgasms, he pulled all the way out and with
a hard thrust sent it back inside her warm wet tunnel, her warmth surrounding
and grasping on his cock, milking it with her muscles, slowly then quickly he
fucked her, hearing her gasps as his cock plumbed the depths of her cunt,
filling her up, stretching her, his hands caressed her nipples, pulling on them,
teasing and pinching, squeezing, hearing her moans of delight as she took her
punishment gladly, putting his hands on her hips he pulled her to him, as he
thrust faster and harder, she pressed agaisnt him wanting to take more of him in
her, with a shuddering gasp he came, shooting jet after jet of hot cum deep
inside her.
Later as he collapsed naked on the floor, she turned around and stood over him,
looking down she said, "A game of Squash?" he groaned and she said, "I might
even let you win AGAIN".
fuzzied huggles
Grimmy,
xoxo
|
|
