brett

GAVE IT TO ME…..

mishelle pheolix predika

&

brett leppik

Sex is always on my mind.  I want to do it…..with him  .

It is not about love, it’s about me wanting to fuck him….

So there we are, wading in the muddy waters of Lake Eildon.

 She looks beautiful before him,  and he looks like a super hero.  We swim, we stop swimming, we swim again and then we start grabbing for each other.

So my tits are floating around like water lilies, and he is grabbing at them like some endangered species.    If only he’d give my ass a chance at survival, right now.

He will show his interest in the survival of the mish species.

We’re not gonna stop talking,  Because we are not talking.  We are too busy looking at each other, trying to make silly, light conversation.  There is nothing really to talk about, there’s too much to do.   Too much to touch, to hold, to touch too hard.

So it with our hands, and our hands can’t decide what exactly we want to do or where we want to be.  There is too much to decide, too much to consider.  We go for the now like any sensible human being,,,,,

Taking off our swimmers, the mud between out toes, the sun beaming down, the sense of intimacy, it’s not going to stop. 

So I am a girl, at a lake and he is a boy at a lake.  We are fucking, and up the top of the hill are our friends and they can see us through their pervy binoculars.  But for the expense of ourselves, and for their entertainment, we can’t stop.

His hands are wrapped around my hips, and my hips are not gonna stop the satisfaction that the fucking is gonna give to me.  He is giving it all up.  The river is calm, it has a wave that shadows the thrusting and pushing of our bodies, together.

So here we are, we have done the dare.  We have fucked where no smart person would fuck.  We are totally exposed to our friends and they are watching us.   Birds fly over our little union, laughing and hating the joys we let the world behold.

The sperm and the cum are gonna come, but the bestest friends are gonna be made during this muddy love fest.

sex.cum.

ã mishelle pheolix predika

I believe that today more than ever, a man should be sought after even if he has only one great moment in him: we must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has his awe in it, anything that is capable of resuscitating the body and soul.

And that’s where I found him.  He was a little bit of old, a little bit of new.  In a place where he was ready to become my toenail, my splinter, my fragment.  He had that one great moment in him, and I wanted to suck it dry for a while.  For as long as physically  possible.

So of course, like any smart woman would.  I started with the most fundamental part of his existence.  His dick.

So I sucked it until it hurt me, and then some more.  Blow jobs are so disco, there is a groove, there is a move that one takes, and then taking it further.  So there we are, in the back of my  Holden Commodore, me giving head and him, going for it like hot blood in a bullet.

He didn’t say one word.  He looked at me, he looked at my mouth, he pulled at my hair, but very gently, my messy hair, my hair that was grown to give head.  Knotting, untamed, yet kind.

As I licked and sucked at his very special person, he jolted and flustered about.  When I put his cherries into my mouth all at once, well, he was helpless.  What can a man do when you have his balls in your mouth, he is yours!  And he was mine,….

He tasted really nice, I was happy.  There are men, and many men who don’t do the jizz so well.  His sweet honey was cool with me.

I didn’t let him come.

I couldn’t let that happen.  Not right now.  It couldn’t that be fast, I had to take all that I could, I had to make him burn up a little.   If he is gonna do it…well it is gonna happen when he is inside of me.

So what does a new couple do? What do I do when I am a new couple?  Yeah honey, put on that cowboy hat…..I like the way it moves.  You look so sexy, dude…..

Memories come and go, but this one is gonna stick.  Here is my cowboy. At long last.  He is tall, dark, handsome and ready to go, larger than life.    Hey big boy, get it stuck and don’t let it stop.  With all of those dirty thoughts, he started talking about rodeos, bucking bronco’s and opening and closing gates and pens….I was waiting for him to start buffing his saddle and cracking some mighty big whip.

He whips it out of his pants and it is standing larger than life itself.   I am glad we are alone, with the door locked.  I can’t help the impulses inside of me, I throw the two of them onto the floor.   Happily, the cowboy hat stays put on his handsome, brave face.

So the anticipation is enormous.  He got inside of me when it got too much.

As it begins, it hurts a little.   But I have him to make it good.  Sex can be like that, it can be a little  scratchy to deal with at first, and then, like a fire it can let it rip.  Honey, he set me alight.

Unconditional, indiscriminative, it was movement, the better, best and bestest ever kind of loving….

We were so fine, there were no words, we were both inside of something special and I could feel him pump into my cervix, waking me, taking me and moving me to another place again…my breasts were jumping about like fire crackers, he caught them, sucked them and the caught them again….it was carnavale….

We were on the floor, I had carpet burns on my elbows and my knees, my ankles….those good old carpet burns, we were fucking our brains and bodies away, and the more those carpet burns hurt, the harder he took it….there we were, with that carpet, with our bodies.

I don’t think I have ever felt so in love, so loved, and so loving in all of my life…even when I have been dropping those fabulous love drugs.  My lover was looking a little similar, we were truly honoured and hot from the explosive nature of our drunken, crazed sexual union.

Suddenly, we were not alone.

A head pops into our window, full view of our bedroom, us on the floor…..

“He’s got the cowboy hat on!”  It was Kev, he’d started climbing into our bedroom window because he was pissed and thought it was funny.  He caught a glimpse of us, half dressed, on the floor, racing about each other and my Brett, with his massive cowboy hat on his contorted, ‘OH’ face.

Like a protective lioness, my actions were swift and very fluent.  I headed toward the voyeur…

I reached up, never once taking my cowboy out of me, and inserted my fingers right into his eyes.  He screamed in pain and terror.  And so did we, but it was a good kind of terror, we came as our nosey friend screamed in blindness.

As his pain decreased, our climax did likewise.   We laughed, breathed and sucked each other faces.  Quickly we slipped out of our near nakedness and ran to our window, laughing and crying because our friend staggered about our front window, screaming….

‘You fucking blinded me….you fucking blinded me’.

Little did he know that our eyes were unable to really see him.  Faraway eyes.  We too had been blinded and bleared by the banging howdy-cowdy-loudly & proudly that visited upon us that early Saturday morning in Brunswick.

We made sure that Kev was right, and then we started again.  This time on the bed, it was soft and wasn’t gonna hurt our limbs any longer.

Cowboys and cowboy hats have todate, satisfied my search for the fragments, splinters, toenails, that (special) one great moment …