Your Pussy and Me Part three

Your Pussy and Me Part three

A Chapter by Captain Goldpants
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Read the title, who's not following!

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Warning
This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

 This is part is dedicated to all of you who have read and commented so far. I love you all enormously and equally. It is especially to Erotic Goddess, who keeps whipping me hard with a riding crop, which she calls gentle encouragement.

 
I don't mean to be so gushy, but part two, and definitely part three would not exist but for that feedback.
 
Your Pussy and Me, part three... soon to be a movie :-P
 
It was so hot that day that we blew the head gasket. It exploded with jets of oil and steam bursting through the gap around the bonnet. "That doesn't look too good", you say with classic understatement as we roll to a standstill.
 
Fortuitously, we had climbed the barren mountains already and were only 500 metres from our destination, which was a village hundreds of miles from anywhere.
 
There was an Inn at the village. A large country bar with rooms above. The strern landlady eyed us suspiciously as we entered her bar. Especially when we asked for a room and you blurted out cheerfully, "We're not married!". She told us there was room, but the bed was not made and that we would have to make it ourselves. We agreed eagerly and followed her with a pile of fresh bed linen through labyrinthine corridors up to a cosy, if plain room. She helped us to make the bed, but seeing you fumbling with the hospital corners, simply shook her head. We both kept catching one another's eyes. The same thought was on both our minds: 'As soon is this cow leaves, let's fuck!'. We were stifling giggles. I think I even saw you dribbling.
 
The landlady just huffed and sighed at all of this, but bless her, she said that we could 'rest' first, and I could almost hear the quotation marks of innuendo, and that we could come and do the paperwork later.
As soon as she closed the door we went to move for one another, but froze, just listening to her heavy slow footsteps fade away down the hall, before leaping onto the bed at one another and tearing at each others jeans. i was naked first and already hard with anticipation. I pulled your cotton top up over your head, but left your arms tangled in it and pushed you down flat onto the bed.
 
I kneel between your legs and yank your undone jeans up and off and throw them behind me over my head. Without removing your knickers, I grab you by the hips and pull your long body towards my face. Instantly I am nibbling your pussy lips through the silk and lace of your knickers divine. Soon the soft dry silk dampens and I can taste the metallic taste of your first flush of wetness in the gusset.
 
Your head, neck and back of your shoulders are the only part of you touching the bed, with your legs draped lazily over my shoulders as I pull aside your knickers and slide two fingers easily inside you. You gasp, whether out of pleasure, or simply at my bold audacity, I don’t know.
 
We don’t do foreplay, it is bullshit we both agreed. What a stupid concept: Before, during and after. The first time we met we fucked with our eyes while your partner was standing next to you. He did not see our adulterous behaviour as I creamed your knickers. Everything we do is all part of the lovemush. We are always fucking. Sometimes we interrupt our ‘penile intercourse’ (purlease!) for some so-called ‘foreplay’. We are always fucking, so how can there be a ‘fore’ and ‘aft’!
 
You want to watch me delving deeply and exploring you. The shock of initial invasion is overcome by waves of whimsical delight. You chuckle gently as you can see I mean business: to get you off. Not in an overly serious way, but with, I’d like to think, a certain virtuosity, maybe?!
 
I tease and sculpt the walls of your velvety honey pot, like a potter making an exquisite thin-throated vase for a winter rose. The sucking burbling sound of a happy pussy surrounds me.
 
You are purring in a low rhythmic, oh… oh… oh… and massage your own breasts roughly. We have not been lovers very long and I notice that you pull and twist your nipples far harder than I do.
 
Your pussy tastes like no other, my delicious lover. I experienced this the first time I put my head between your legs (on a blanket in the clover, remember?). Your pussy tastes… sugary, with the smell of candyfloss being whipped at the funfair. So different from any other pussy of had the pleasure of acquaintance with. I don’t mean to bring in past lovers, but, every pussy is different, of course – but yours is… uniquely unique; an enigmatic vagina; the queen of the realm of a woman’s sex. Your clitoris too (damn that ugly word… your love button…), when supremely excited is like a desert orchid, and so pronounced. I’ve already learned (fast) that you like it touched, rubbed, bitten, teased and generally… attended to, longer and harder than any woman I’ve ever known.
 
You are not ashamed of your body in anyway, but you have a shy modesty that I have defamed by lifting your hips right to my face. You are resigned now to the simple delights of my animated hand and tongue. You told me before that my eyes burn you; that you never had a lover that looked at you, into your eyes, or at your long lean body so intently. Your shyness makes you want to turn away, but you feel deliciously paralysed by my gaze and a fizzy buzzing between your legs.
 
You are watching me looking at my fingers sliding in and out of you and pull yourself onto the pillows to see better. I push against the small of your back, so you are almost in a vertical reverse headstand. Your pussy between your parted legs is now open to the ceiling whilst I make a big slow show for you. Showing you my two fingers slowly parting your lips and sliding inside you. I am almost demonstrating to you slowly: This… is… how… I… finger… your… pussy…
 
You are transfixed by my hand and getting off on the visual as well as sensational pleasure.
Isn’t being ‘turned on’ a subtly wonderful thing? Those little triggers of delight we experience from sometimes irrational things? The glint of light on an ice cream spoon, a woman flicking her hair over her shoulder… something works for everyone.
 
I am now fingering you slowly and deliberately like I am conducting a quiet passage of a symphony. You love the sensation and you love the view (which you rarely experience due to your penchant for the blindfold). But here is the twist that builds up the pressure in an infinite feedback loop of sexual vibration: You know that I am very visually orientated and are experiencing something now that turns me on. You want to see what I see. Turning ME on turns YOU on, which turns ME on more and so on! Isn’t that just beautiful? I’m getting off on you getting off and vice versa. It makes the world spin.
Your passion is rising, but your body goes limp and relaxed. You are submitted now to receive pure pleasure. One of your legs slides off my shoulder and you lay it bent on the bed around me. Your legs are splayed apart. You breath more heavily and those perky swollen breasts of yours rise and fall like two seabirds on an evening swell.
 
I can feel your intimate depths oozing and lubricating my fingers. The muscles inside you, shaped like a cantered ceiling in an old church, contract in a pre echo of a far away thunder. Now before me, your pussy facing straight up towards the heavens, I splay my fingers and push against the rolling thunder of your contracting spasms. When you finally come, the movie that we’ve been playing in slow motion catches up in a real-time explosion. You thrash and buck, but my arm is around your hips and holding you tightly. You are panting, uh… uh… uh… like a metronome going too fast to play to. Your pussy becomes a violent volcano. Thick, gloopy clear lava splutters and spills from it. I can feel it pushing all around my fingers and your rippling contractions pushing it up and out of you. My whole hand is coated in this clear sticky goo. It runs down the line of your bum cheeks and drips, almost pours lazily over my rigid cock below and the freshly made bed.
 
You overflow for an eternity, like the magic porridge pot… I feel like we are going to fill up the room and drown in the essence of your molten core. I think of prehistoric lava flows; of dinosaurs extinct; of insects trapped in amber. They’ll find us in a million years, suspended, me kneeling between your legs with an epic hard on. "Yes", the archaeologists will say, studying us in this embrace suspended in a block of hardened pussy goo - and now surrounded by thronging crowds in a museum, "This is a prime example of ancient Homo Sapiens Fuckaroo…"
 
You start to relax and regain your normal senses. Your hand fumbles up my thigh and blindly feels for my cock. You delight, as I do in the slipperiness of all your fuck juice on it and slide the tips of your fingers in delicious little butterfly circles and the shining head. "Is that me?" you ask weakly and curiously, of the wetness on me. "Uh huh", I reply softly and you huff a soft giggle that makes your chest shake. You shape your fingers like a flowers and stroke the slippery tip of my cock in a way that transmits sparkling waves of electricity through me. The lubricating feeling relieves some of the tightness in my foreskin. You lazily slide the other leg off my shoulder and wrap your legs around me, now holding my pulsing penis with both hands. I hold your thighs and stroke under your bended knees. You are gazing towards the window with a look that above the magic faraway tree, but I know you are concentrating on your touch as there is nothing distracted in your delicate touch. You grip my wet cock near the base and pull me towards your open, swollen hurricane eye of a lovebox. Spreading your labia with one hand, presenting that beautiful and prominent love button, you slide and roll my burning cock against it. It feels like it is forged from iron and still glowing red from the furnace. Everywhere you guide my cock between your thighs is slippy. From my view, I can see the shine of wetness reaching a third of the way down the inside of your thighs. You shake your head, smiling a little in the pillow, marvelling at all the juice you have created. "I’ve never come like this", you comment. Well… an annoying moment of cynicism rises in me. You could just be saying that. We are new lovers and I couldn’t yet know for sure, but certainly from my own experience, a woman creating this much juice, with such volume, and of this viscosity is pretty rare. I’ve never experienced the incredible spectacle of a woman’s sex gushing such sweet gloopy stuff from quite so close up before. It sends a lightning bolt of pleasure from the top of my spine to my cock every time I think about it.
 
You ease and tease the head of my cock into your warm welcoming labia. I part you like a… hard purple libidinous conker, parting curtains and entrancing the stage! Parting the perfect swollen petals of your pure purple rose…
 
You tug me gently, encouraging me to come inside you further. I arch my hips and let the head of my cock disappear into the enveloping sweet darkness. With my hardness against your softness, I shut my eyes and let the penetrating heat of your wetness melt through the tip of my cock.
 
You slide yourself onto me further by gently shifting your body further down the bed. I do not move and let you slip yourself comfortably onto me. I am simply revelling in the sticky wet, slippy, slurpy sliminess – and that sweet smell of burning sugar whipping into candyfloss.
 
You have swallowed me whole now. Your soft bum is resting on my kneeling thighs. This position makes my cock rub hard on the apex roof of your pussy, so deep against what is clinically known as the G spot. It is not a spot at all, as you and I well know – especially after your very recent volcanic eruption! It is more like an area the size of Saturn’s rings within you, and when it explodes, it creates a galaxy swallowing supernova of pleasure. G ‘spot’, indeed…
 
"I can’t come now", you say with a feeble laugh. You are drained of energy and exhausted, "but I want you… I want you to come now… come inside me…" Your normally pale face and chest are deeply flushed. Your long raven hair is damp and messy.
 
Without a word, I lay myself over you with my chest against your hot sticky tits. They bulge outwards under me. Tits, you love that word. Tits, tits, tits! You sometimes say, just to enjoy the mouth fuck the sound and naughtiness of saying that word; so juvenile; so playground; so innocent: Tits and bums, tits and bums, tits and bums! We’d shouted from the car in unison on the way here, to the cows and horses, to the trees and open fields and sky. We probably woke up a koala from its eucalyptic stupor in the gum trees too.
 
I am propped on one elbow, shadowing your body like huge storm cloud rolling over your sacred land; your rolling hills, your vales and dips, your waterfalls and forests… My other hand holds the back of your neck, almost pinching it like I’m picking up a kitten. This is where YOUR G spot starts, and ending somewhere deep within you.
 
My penis slides easily in your depth. Your pussy gurgles and babbles again. You smile sweetly with eyes closed on hearing and feeling it. Until last week, you were always embarrassed by that sound made involuntarily and rudely by your sex. That slurping sound like a serving spoon in a bowl of macaroni cheese. Last week you made this dish and I played with the spoon deliberately. It made you laugh and I told you the sound turned me on. Our dinner went cold and uneaten that night, our synchronous minds instantly on more carnal matters.
 
In the heat of that room, neither of us could exert ourselves now. We’d been driving in the desert heat and shouting "Tits and bums!" half the day. Sweating profusely, our whole bodies slide together like those bumper plates on a train. It is hard for me to keep control of the rhythm, the arm I am propped on vibrates a little with the strain. The muscles and veins in it popping out, defined and angry looking. I thrust hard into you, and deeply as your fingernails dig into my clenched buttocks. Each thrust makes you grit your teeth and scrunch your eyes. I pull out as far as I can slowly, just letting the tip of my cock rest in your pussy, so it will find its way back in. That last little touch is almost ticklish to us as I am moving out about as slow as I can. You are breathing to this rhythm like a swimming stroke. It is hard not to because I am heaving against you and pushing the air out of your lungs forcing myself against you and up you. So tired now… I rest my head in your hair on the pillow, with your mouth next to my ear, feeling your cool breath. Your breathing becomes more audible, quickly exhaling as I push in and slowly breathing in on my leisurely outstroke: "Huh! Uhhh….".
 
Your nails dig deeper into my bum cheeks and I clench and firm them even more against the pain which feels exquisite and almost… malicious. "I’m coming soon, hon", I whisper. "Uhuh, OK…" you breathe back with a little nod. You know of course, but you like hearing me say it, and I like telling you too. It sets up a certain anticipation somehow. Like shifting gears in a stick shift manual car.
I am so fucking turned on, so in love, so happy, so buzzing, so tuned in…
 
I want to go faster, but this heat is pushing down on us like there is an elephant on the bed! I keep the rhythm slow and regular, like the ominous drumbeat of a great Viking warship. Sometimes this makes the climax sensation come not from the tip of my cock, but creates a pressure wave somewhere between the base of the spine and the base of the penis that spreads outwards like the radio waves from the transmitter tower on the old RKO title screen. When these waves reach my head and face in a rush, like plunging your head into cold water, it makes my lips tingle like they are full of fizzy water. I am unable to kiss when they are like this, it is too sensitive to touch them.
 
My body is on the verge of exhaustion now. The sweat drips from my wet hair into the damp pillow, but I am compelled to keep my hips moving and my cock thrusting into you… fuck, it feels so good… nothing as mundane as total physical fatigue can stop me invading and penetrating this deep tunnel of exquisite delight. Pleasure at the front and pain at the rear as you dig your nails harder again into my buttocks. I am tensing them so much against you that I think I’m getting cramp, which feels… nice and somehow makes my cock harder!
 
All I can do is lay on you and grind and rotate my hips against you. It doesn’t sound like much, but this sensitive, the feeling is ENORMOUS! You can feel me almost ready to come and this turns you on more. You are whimpering and bucking up to me. We are tenderly bruised between our legs, but this can’t stop us now. You sink your teeth deep into the muscle above my collarbone and grunt once loudly "UH!", through these gritted teeth, and your whole body tenses for a moment as you try and contract into a ball.
That is it. I cannot contain this anymore. The levee of my libido has to break now. I use the last ounce of my energy to push myself as far as I can inside you and as firmly as I can. Your body is tense and gripping mine in spasms of ecstasy. You thump the bed with a clenched fist at the last gasp of your climax. The riverbanks burst in me and the creamy white water violently explodes inside of you. You feel my cum fill you and the level rising until you can hold no more and it oozes and bubbles out of you between our legs.
I’ve let my whole body relax and float. My cock pumps inside of you involuntarily. The last of my cum expended, but still my cock pulses long after.
 
We both sigh in unison, just too exhausted to move. The low humming whirr of the ceiling fan stirs the thick tepid air between our parted legs. I cannot withdraw from you as I am too sensitive. Your slightest move makes my whole body tense up. We lay like this awhile; so relaxed, so happy, so fucked and funky.
I am in the twilight of sleep when you heave me of you. You sit up, knees apart and watch the essence of our fucking ooze out of you. You push it out with your muscles, and touch it with your fingers, then bring your hand up to your face to small it. Your innocent curiosity, like a baby orangutan makes me laugh. You roll off the bed and up the small wash basin, splashing your face with cold water. I lay on the pillows, looking down my body, beyond my blissed out drunken cock, beyond the disaster area of sopping wet, musky bed sheets, to your glorious arse. The late afternoon sun from the window next to you (can the other hotel guest see you standing naked at the sink through it?) shadows your bum like a pair of waxing moons. Spunk is still oozing down the inside of your leg like a candle dripping in a gentle breeze.
 
We both have a whore’s bath… y’know, top and tail, dress and head downstairs. "You smell like Eau d’Shag", you say cheerfully. "You look like: Oh, I just got fucked", I respond, smiling back.
The village locals have arrived in the bar now. They all stare at us before realisation of our unkempt state makes them turn back to their sport, or pints slowly and with mild embarrassment.
 
The landlady’s eyes follow us, and on her face pursed lips as we step up to the bar.



© 2008 Captain Goldpants



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Oh no, you're good! Wow. I didn;t know if you would be able to pull off making one even better than the last one, but you did it! I am completely in love with your descriptive language
sucking burbling sound of a happy pussy surrounds me
Things like that speaks volume, and it makes what you're writing so much more eloquent and sweet. Great job, once again!

Posted 2 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.



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Really Good! New here, and I see this piece has not been reviewed in a long time, so here I am...reviewing.

Clearly I need to go read the first two chapters to find out why, indeed, her pussy and you are...what you are.

So far so good, friend.

Off to read from the get-go.

Best,
jade

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow...that is the best piece of erotica I've ever read!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I read all three of your chapters and they were all good. I must confess that I couldn't read without getting horny at least three times - you are good. I hope to see more of your erotic stories. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


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*jaw drops*

giggity giggity.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Pahaha, soon to be a movie...I'm sure this is already a movie....a movie store-full of this movie...lol.

Great use of words, they just flow.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Tell me I'm bad

Posted 2 Years Ago
It is especially to Erotic Goddess, who keeps whipping me hard with a riding crop, which she calls gentle encouragement.

I love that, nearly as much as the amazing, thrilling, sexy as hell writing I just read. You ARE bad, but I love it, every tiny bit of it. This is just amazing Nathan, but then, you probably knew I would say that. I read your work, and more than any other erotica I have read in a long time (except this one story in a book that turned me on for a week), you affect me, my senses, all of me. It's wierd for me to read work so powerful as yours. You need to finish this and put it together and get it out there for the world to read, because there isn't a person in the world, prude or not, that wouldn't appreciate the delicious description and action that is found in your work. It's simply stunning and I must say, that I will have to get the crop out again if it brings on such wonderful work as this. Thank you Nathan.

~Stephanie

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I don't know how describe it! I just don't. Its wonderful in the way the description really makes you feel the "fucking". I very much enjoyed this piece.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh no, you're good! Wow. I didn;t know if you would be able to pull off making one even better than the last one, but you did it! I am completely in love with your descriptive language
sucking burbling sound of a happy pussy surrounds me
Things like that speaks volume, and it makes what you're writing so much more eloquent and sweet. Great job, once again!

Posted 2 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

I love how real your erotica becomes. You say your writing is full of real experience and I honestly cannot believe anything else. How else would you know that silliness and sex DO mix? It seems like more famous-name erotic authors write fantasies. It is always nice to read a fantasy on paper and feel as if you can live it out by reading it... but when I don't see fumbles and oopsies, and hear weird sounds, it feels fake to me. Too perfect, like high-budget porn films. I'd rather watch the amateurs. They make me feel like I'm a part of the act, not some lowly masturbater who gets kicks off watching the better fuckers, fuck.

If I did not already like you and your writing and I was reading a strangers work I'd say this is where you really drug me in...

|||...before leaping onto the bed at one another and tearing at each others jeans. i was naked first and already hard with anticipation. I pulled your cotton top up over your head, but left your arms tangled in it and pushed you down flat onto the bed....|||

... at any point there before I could have stopped reading if it were anyone else. I mean... I was excited, yes I knew what was coming from the title. If I were really naive I could have guessed a "first road trip together" argument was coming once you got to the room. But after those lines. After that playfulness and godineedyounow-edness... there was no turning back.

|||...Everything we do is all part of the lovemush. We are always fucking. Sometimes we interrupt our 'penile intercourse' (purlease!) for some so-called 'foreplay'. We are always fucking, so how can there be a 'fore' and 'aft'!...|||

I loved the flow of the above section. It gave me that warm "this is more than fucking" feeling. You say "we are always fucking" but you are doing so much more than just always fucking...and I'm not sure what it is.. but I fucking like it.

|||Turning ME on turns YOU on, which turns ME on more and so on! Isn't that just beautiful?|||
you're damn right it is beautiful. happens less than it should. but still happens all the time and all over.
Lovers should more often love like these lovers love.


|||Your pussy tastes sugary, with the smell of candyfloss being whipped at the funfair.|||
This reference and the other one about "burning", well I think I've told you about my heightened sense of smell, and my "smell memory bank"... so this took me right in. If I weren't in that room already I certainly am now and with a pussy scented like that, how could I ever leave.

In fact I'm amazed they could even leave the room afterward. Life goes on after a good fuck, I suppose. But I'd want to lay in it, drown in it. I supposed chapter four can't cum (come) if you stay in that room.
Sigh. Okay, give us more. Give HER more.. will ya? ! ?

(( p.s. saw a few errors with spelling here and there, not sure if you care about those things and if you do I'm sure you'll catch those but if you ever want those specifics pointed out, just let me know. ))

Jenn




Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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