Sex Du Juor: Fuck Me, Spank Me

Sex Du Juor: Fuck Me, Spank Me Sex Du Juor: Fuck Me, Spank Me

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Sex...sex...sex...and more steamy and piping hot and sizzling erotic sex. These are gray-haired stories brought out anew.

Summary

Sex...sex...sex...and more steamy and piping hot and sizzling erotic sex. These are gray-haired stories brought out anew.

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Submitted: January 25, 2015

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Submitted: January 25, 2015

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As Stian Elberd slams and seals shut the door to our bedroom, I know what it is that he is specifically going to do to me. Which is spank and smack me carnally and sexually till I am all condemned and certainly and dreadfully ill-stared and ill-omened. Yes. He is vaguely going to do that and so much more. That, I cannot doubt or question about in any way probable. Buy into it or not. I do not give a damn at all No, I do not in any way thinkable.

 

I sigh to myself as I turn over to gaze at him. He is all pleased and cheerful. Which, to me, by all likelihood and potential, is one comparatively and relatively good sign indeed.

 

My inner vagina and womb does her blissful could-nine dance. I am so glad and relieved that she has done that. To me it is all a bitchin’ capital and magnificent and symptom and indication that she is still animate and living. Yah! I love and adore it to the very hilt and drop. I really and completely do. I am not versed in as regards you.

 

“Stian?” I whoop and yell out, blinking and winking my eyes apprehensively and speedily.

 

“Yes, sweet baby,” he answers harmoniously and beautifully.

 

My goodness! That almost thaws out and dissolves me. I love and adore it so very much indeed. For sure. Didn’t you yourself? I myself indisputably and with conviction did. Yeah, I in fact and in truth did. I don’t know about you. I forthrightly and candidly don’t. Phew! It is time to ask and press forward that much-longed and much-craved question of mine, don’t you consent so? I do so myself.

 

“Stian, are you really and truly going to fuck and ramp up my anus tonight?” I raise this to him and his consciousness warily and circumspectly. Why? I simply and plainly am afraid and terrified of the answer and reaction that he is going to give me. Truly have a word with you. My goodness! He quickly and gamely grins at me in that iniquitous and irreverent way that he is all the time fond of carrying out. Does that mean he is going to have us do it? I can’t exactly tell. My anus is relieved and thankful about it on the other hand. Yes—she surely and beyond doubt is.

 

“Yes, Ragnhild, we’ll actually and in fact do that. Don’t you like the idea and thought of it?”

 

 I don’t. But then I do on the other hand. So what now? Duh! I can’t make out which is which now. Damn me for it! Censure and scold and slap and nag me for it if you feel like. I will cheerfully and blissfully accept and receive it.

 

“I like it, Stian,” I confess and disclose it to him. Though I am afraid and scared on opposite hand and side that…he may leave and be dissatisfied with me if I tell him the whole truth about this topic and affair. Yeah. I truly and earnestly am afraid about that.

 

“Good,” he tells me coolly and properly well.

 

I shudder momentarily and shiver at where all of this is going. Where to exactly? Disaster or goodness and bliss all in all? I cannot exactly tell—much less this too soon.

 

“Curvature yourself down, Ragnhild, will you?” Stian orders me in a slightly tow-fisted, rugged, but churlishly nice voice as well. I tremble and get quite thrilled and keyed up about it. So? Duh! I do like I am told to. I kneel down before him, wagging and shaking my behind or ass when he asks me to do thus so that he slaps and smacks it well and nicely. Arghhhhh! This is so nice…and enjoyable indeed. I wish I could be in this delectable and enormously delicious state of existence all day and night long. Yuh indeed!

 

Suddenly and hurriedly, he puts his long, charming-shapely fingers into my ass and starts to dance and whirl and sway and jig them inside there. Arghhhhh! I cannot feel the pain. Only the pleasure and delight! Hip—hip—hurrah! Asho-oo-ooh! Life is great and enjoyable indeed, aren’t you of the same mind and opinion with me? Crap!

 

As Stian fingers and jabs and stirs his finger inside of my anus, I feel all the pleasure and kick bounce and bound and spring up and leap and jump inside of me. Cool. This is oh…so…delicious and lovely indeed, don’t you agree and coincide with me?

 

“Ragnhild,” he ultimately sighs and words out to me, relatively nice and coolly. I wish that I could emulate his honey-like sweetened voice or speak in just about anything close to it.

 

“Yes, Stian,” I retort sweetly and softly, hoping that I have succeeded in making my voice as amiably and harmoniously best as I can make it. Or have I?

 

“I am going to blow and release air into your ass. So I want you to prepare and get ready for it. Will you?”

 

“Why do you have to say that, Stian?”

 

“I want to lick and thrash my tongue your ass real mad and real nuts.”

 

“Actually?”

 

“Aha. Now pull your legs farther apart and furnish and present your ass to me real hard and real good.”

 

I do just that. Then his tongue is suddenly and quickly wagging and wiggling inside of my arse. My goodness! I was not expect him to be this much quick and speedy. Wow. He took me by absolute surprise and shock. Goodness! As his tongue moves and stirs deep into the deepness and profoundness of my arse, I open wide my mouth in total incredulity and downright skepticism. This is utter and sheer pleasure—satisfaction in its deepest and most finest ever form. Whah! What a life and a night indeed? Glorious and idyllic for sure.

 

“Ragnhild,” Stian buzzes and whirrs into my arse, and even though I am taken aback and winded out of my breath and senses as his air drones and hums through me, I make out the words that he is saying and airing out to me.

 

My goodness! This man will kill and butcher me with too much pleasure and enjoyment. I have no any other alternative but to stand and bear and tolerate all of this. I honestly have no other selection and preference here. No, I don’t at all. Do you yourself?

 

 

Goodness. Stian Elberd is going to fuck me doggy style this very night. The cogitation and reflection makes me all ecstatic and on cloud nine, fluttering and winking and twinkling my eyes at full speed and at a rate of knots like I am going to pay a visit and be the guest of a most awesome and jim-dandy locus and vicinity. Isn’t that just great and ideal? I think it definitely and unquestionably is in any case. I don’t know about you or your feeling and notion about it. I truthfully and from the bottom of my heart don’t have any kind and form of knowledge about that at all…

 

Duh. I am stooped down and bowed on my knees on the elevation and facet of our bed, totally disrobed and undraped or stark-naked behind as I am frocked and gowned in nothing but a cursory and pint-sized dress. It is a very knee-high-to-a-gnat design and brand and model of the mini-skirt itself that uncovers and lays bare to Stian’s congenial and enjoyable view my large and bulky bottom and jacksy as well as my sugary and sweetened vulva and vagina. Yeah. I can hear him moan and groan to himself groggily-like and tunefully and musically as he checks out and leers inaudibly and mutely at my undressed  and buck without-a-stitch-on bulky and rich derrière and arse. I love it. Don’t you?

 

“Yah,” Stian grumbles and bleats to himself, talking under his breath to be clear-cut and exact as he polls and studies my behind, striking and whacking it with his fingers even. My goodness. I am enjoying and reveling in this so much…being cuffed and walloped and laid one on in that topping and ace and bodacious way. It grasps and pinches and knocks off all my breath away. Is it usual and conventional? I believe and conceive so myself. Sincerely speaking. 

 

“Do you like it, baby?” Stian inquires me whilst amusing and capering and frisking his hands about with my ass and my much-loved and priceless ass pit itself as well as my inestimable and dear vagina and clitoris itself. Holy goodness! It all feels and tastes so brilliant and divine indeed. I do not ever want this to break off or nip in the bud. Not at all. Hello? Is someone poring over these warrigal, nuts, and unfettered words of mine? Is someone scanning and deciphering all this?

 

In and out, in and out, Stian gently and coolly stirs his finger into and outside of my muff and pussy, burdening and ailing me with that fierce and excessive want and hankering to catch and seize and haul and wrest viciously and roughly that ever great and huge and gargantuan dick and humungous penis of his so that it strikes and batters and bashes and whacks and swats and belts into the very deepness and profundity of my crack and punani, bestowing and supplying me with all too much delectation and contentment that I cannot wholly and totally absorb and swill up. Or can I devour and consume it all? I don’t think so myself…

 

“Stian,” I weep and mewl out to him, all tears and wailing.

 

“Yes, Ragnhild,” as he responds and takes the bait back to me, he talks and natters in a very treacly and euphonic voice that smashes and bursts and implodes about all my faculty and aura. My atmosphere and sensibility is so shattered and knocked for six right now that I don’t ever think that it will be workable and feasible for it to mend and patch up again. Or is it?

 

“I can’t take this, Stian,” I boohoo and whimper out to him, oscillating and vibrating and pulsating and reverberating both carnally and fleshly to the cadence and rhythm that his constant and uninterrupted jiggling and joggling of his hands on my hulking and gigantic arse and his fingers on my rapt and stoked muff and cunt is making me be. This is the best thing ever. But the delectation and enjoyment present is all too extreme and doubled up for me to take and hold up and also keep up with. Yes. It is that too much severe and utmost for me. It really and truly is.

 

“Fine,” he mentions and then lets fall and submerges his steep, piping soprano-like voice to a lowborn and plebeian breath and mere swish sough murmur or whisper in spare words. “Take my cock in that sugary, ready cunt of yours. Here it comes.”

 

I am all oversweet and sugared too maudlin as the words are uttered and voiced to me; I don’t know how to precisely respond.  And as my much gorgeous and handsome Stian pegs down his zip and breaks his back brusquely and shoofly just so to take and slip out his mammoth, all too leading and paramount cock from his attractively and charmingly formulated and tailored underwear, I sigh and take a wide, intense breath out, knowing what it is that is precisely going to present itself to me. I cannot get away and break free from it. In fact, I fancy and long for it so very much to occur and come off to me. It is all I want right this very moment and nothing else.

 

Leisurely; smoothly; properly; warmly and lovingly; Stian rubs and pats his jumbo, monstrous phallus and vagina plonker on the edges and rims and lips and flanges and brinks of my cunt and beaver before he without warning and like a shot pierces an penetrates and drills his sharp, full erection into me. I love it so very much. That moment he works and carries out that to me, I am all melted and liquidized and fused and fluxed into this one great and molten runny conglomeration and load of enjoyment and delectation. Who could not enjoy this anyway? I am taking pleasure and relishing in all this myself. Nothing could be much better…nothing at all…

 

“Arghhh! Arghhh! Arghhhh!” I shout and howl and shriek out as Stian raps and strokes and thumps into me, tipping over and capsizing streams and surges and sploshes of spermatic honey and fluid each time before he seeks and has a go at pulling out of me, but not having the bravura and gallantry to do so. Yeah. It is all so, so delightful and lovable.

 

 

 


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