February 18, 2006
Postcard
Kenny knew of the pain, of the lonely. He knew of the lonely that grabbed your heart and squeezed it, like two hands squeezin' the life out of chickens. He knew of Mary's lonely, how the tears ran muddy down her face. Kenny knew, somehow he knew.
Mary was a virgin, she never touched a soul, and not a soul touched her. Not homely, she was pitiful sad, so pitiful sad that no one wanted to touch her. Even her brothers left her alone, not like the other girls whose brothers, or uncles, or fathers taught them of touch. If not for the tears and the look in her eyes, she might be called pretty, but everyone could see something was wrong. Nobody talked to her, and after her daddy left and her mama died, she was alone, all alone and on the dole, slowly dying, slowly, slowly. Kenny had found her once, got to touch her face, and in the silent darkness he moved his lips to her, kissing her soft, so soft. In the kiss he tasted her sadness, he felt her gloom in the salty sparkling tears that tumbled down her face. Slowly he dried her tears, coaxed a small smile on her face, his kisses rolled down her neck and as she unbuttoned her blouse, Kenny kissed her breast. He whispered words of comfort as he gently squeezed her, mumblin’ as he took her nipples and suckled. He felt her breathin’ get faster and he knew she wanted more, but he felt her tremblin’ as his hands moved down her body. He stared into her eyes and saw the tears had gone. He whispered, “Is this what you want?” She nodded and opened his shirt, pullin’ him against her. Kenny felt her breasts press against him and moved his hands into her pants, grabbin’ her soft ass. They rocked for a moment and then Mary reached down to take off her pants.Kenny tried to be gentle, slidin’ a finger in, moving his thumb on her clit and when her hips began to move he new she was almost ready. Climbin’ over her he asked her one more time, “”Are you sure?” She nodded, opening her legs wide for him and reachin’ her hands to his chest. Kenny took her hands and guided them downward and whispered, “Help me get it in.” Her hand touched his cock and fumblin’ a bit, finally guided him into her wet. He held his breath and pushed himself slowly inside, grittin’ his teeth as she winced. Gentle as he was it hurt her, so when he came and pulled out of her, he just held her, wishin’ he could scoop the pain away.He held her tight and kissed her when it was time to go. She told him she was happy, that she would wait for him to come back. She even smiled when she said it, but Kenny saw the tears as he stepped outside her door. He told her he would write to her every day until he came back again.
She tried valiantly to swallow the load he forcefully fed her. Abruptly, his hands released her hair and the naked girl fell to the floor gasping and coughing. The media player stopped with the man smiling down on her; his still erect penis just above the head of the girl where she had collapsed. Susan quickly looked over her shoulder to check that there was no one watching her. Had anyone been watching her, they would have seen the high colour on her cheeks and the shining glaze of her eyes, even her breathing was fast as if she had just been running. But Susan had nothing to worry about she was alone, just as she always was. Even with no one to see her, Susan blushed. She got up from her computer and with unsteady feet walked to her bedroom. Laying her head down, she sighed as the coolness of her pillows offered a little relief to her hot cheeks. Her hand slid down her body to slip inside her panties. Susan was surprised at how wet she was. The crotch of her panties were soaked. Slipping them down her legs, she tossed them onto the floor. Lying on her back she let her fingers glide along the silky slit. Her clit was throbbing and just begging to be touched. The pad of her finger soaked in her own juices circled the rubbery tissue in slow smooth circles. The rhythmic circles heightened her arousal making her moan softly in the empty room. She felt the fullness begin low in her tummy as the heat of it radiated up to her breasts. Her nipples popped out reaching for something; for someone to touch them; to kiss them. But no one was there. Her left hand came up to squeeze them herself and they hardened even more just as another flow of juice streamed from her lips to dampen the sheets beneath her. Her hot cheeks needed to feel the cold pillow again so her head turned from side to side in a slow frenzy searching for that cool relief. But she did not feel relieved. She felt hot; her chest was tight as was her flat tummy. Her thighs were taut and her calf's straightened out like rods of steel with her toes pointing to the end of the bed. She couldn't take it anymore. Her clit wanted her finger to stop rubbing and yet at the same time, it wanted her to rub it even harder. Sweat beaded on her upper lip as the tension rose to an almost unbearable point in her unsated body. Her legs could not keep still; neither could her finger as it rolled around her swollen clit. Her feet slid up the bed, raising her knees only to be sent down flat against the sheets within seconds. Her mind was not working. She was not aware of anything but the building pressure in her body; a pressure she knew was about to erupt. With her private vision of that large hard cock being rammed into that girl's throat forcefully rolling like a movie in her head, she moaned again.
She had finally reached that much sought after peak and all she had to do was allow herself to tumble down with it. Her body trembled as incoherent sounds bubbled from her vibrating throat and a flood of wetness poured from her body. Nothing felt cool to her skin anymore as she thrashed on the bed moaning and groaning trying to catch her breath. When her body collapsed in deep repose and lucidness returned to her, Susan started to cry. With saddened sobs and a fierce shame, she grabbed the sheets from the bottom of the bed to cover herself against her embarrassment. She couldn't believe that she had done this, again. Susan blushed and railed against herself as if everyone in the world had just seen what she did. She was mortified with her own behaviour and wondered why she couldn't control herself. What drives her to secretly search for those things on the internet? Why does this need take over her reason? Why can't she be the good girl she was raised to be? With tears drying on her cheeks, Susan rolled over and prayed for forgiveness and blessed sleep. With the red gown almost totally covering her trim 25 year old body, Susan sang out enthusiastically as if she had hoped that the passion in her song would erase the passion in her mind. She truly believed that the louder she sang the more likely it would render her naughty thoughts gone; and for the moment it worked but she knew it wouldn't last. When church broke up and everyone was shaking hands, wishing each other a good week and to go with God, Susan felt like a phony. She wondered how many, if any of her fellow church goers had similar secrets. Did they live good Christian lives and not have any dirty little secrets? Did they in turn look at this prim and proper woman and wonder if she had any? With these and many other thoughts on her mind, Susan waved a final goodbye and turned to go to her car. Jim leaned over and kissed her again this time his tongue slid out to dance with hers. Susan held her tongue back at first but then he felt her relax. Soon the little tip reached out to join his. The contact was like a spark to Susan and even Jim was affected by the tenderness of the moment. His hand lowered and touched her breast and her tongue retracted in shock but to her credit she didn't move and within seconds she moaned and her tongue slid into his mouth again just as his thumb gently fired up her nipple with quick little flicks. He undid the buttons on her dress while their kiss deepened.
It seemed as though it would go on forever. Slipping his warm hand inside her dress he quickly undid her bra and was pleased when her glorious breasts bounced free. His hand made contact with her soft skin and he felt that her nipple was as hard as a bullet. Just as he had promised, Jim kissed her face, her neck and her arms. He placed his lips against the palm of her hand and kissed her there before turning to spread open the top of her dress and looked at her beautiful breasts. He watched as her nipples puckered even more and her chest was heaving as if she had just run a long distance race. He looked up at her and saw the raw sensuality in her face. This woman was so ready but he still wanted to take it slow and not scare her. Susan's eyes opened wide as his lips captured one swollen nipple in his mouth and she couldn't stop the little squeal that escaped her lips. Jim sucked harder enjoying the feel of the little nubbin growing in his mouth. He gently spit it out but only so he could quickly taste the other one. With the generous nipple still in his mouth, his hands pulled back her dress like a shirt taking her bra with it. Tugging it down, Susan lifted her bottom up off of the sofa so he could slip it right off. Jim sat up to look at this little lovely sitting naked except for her white panties waiting for him to take her to heights she had only dreamed of so far. Realizing that Jim was holding back afraid of hurting her, Susan gripped his ass and pulled him to her. That was all the encouragement he needed. Jim pushed in deep and hard but once there inside of her, he held still. Susan was shocked that it really did hurt but only for a moment. She knew Jim was holding still until she was ready for more. Tentatively, Susan moved her hips up to him. Jim took the cue that she was ready for more. He raised himself up and out of her only to shove his cock back inside. Again, he moved a little faster this time. Again. He could feel her juices paving the way, her cunt gripping him tight. He moaned out loud as his hips began a rhythm and each time he moved faster and faster. His hands slid around and held her ass pulling her to him as he rammed her again and again. Her moans mingled with his but he could hear hers and for him it was the last straw. He couldn't hold back any longer. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips as he shoved his cock deep and hard. His balls climbed up almost inside his body with the need to come. His cock was enveloped in this hot furnace. It was too much for him.
Posted by Frank at 03:58 PM