poetry

The first step when I eat a peach is running my hands over the silky skin. I like to feel every little bump and crevice. I really get into it, feeling the soft little hairs on the peach as I lightly rub my finger tips over the skin. Feeling how the flesh gives when I press on it. I allow my fingers to roam over the skin until I feel the hard nub at the very top, making sure to rub my fingers over the "stem" as I follow it downward into the crevice. I enjoying the smooth feel of the stem as it gets deeper into the slit. Exploring how the flesh presses against the stem. I notice how much pressure on the soft spongy flesh is required to release some of the nectar. I scoop up some of those juices on my finger and bring it to my mouth.

Touching the finger to my lips, I allow the juices to roll down over them and onto my tongue. I taste the tangy flavor of the nectar as it coats my tongue. Savoring the intoxicating taste and smell as I lick the finger clean, I watch the juices spill down the soft skin and my mouth waters for more. Watching the liquid pool into a drop at the base I quickly grab the fruit and bring it to my mouth and I moan as I taste the succulent flavor of the nectar. I slowly glide my tongue up the soft skin, licking up the juices that have been released from the moist inner depths. I lick my way up the crevice all the way to the nub on top. Flicking my tongue over the hard little nub I move back down into the crevice and let my tongue languish in the silky texture of the wet skin. Very slowly I use my tongue to pierce the skin getting to the soft moist flesh under it. As I do the juices squirt out onto my tongue and flow down the skin faster than I can control rolling down over my chin. I press my tongue in deeper, sucking the flowing liquids out as quickly as possible, using my tongue to squeeze the juices out of the moist flesh, licking as deep as I can go. Getting the juices all over my lips and chin in my desire to touch the very depths. Pressing my hardened tongue deeper into the flesh... curling it and lapping out the juices as the flow from the inner depths. Feeling the skin's fur rasping against my lips as I suck the never ending flow of juices, trying to find the very center of the delicacy in front of me.

Finally my tongue reaches as deep as it may go and yet there is still untouched depths. In frustrations I gently pry the skin apart with my teeth and fingers. Opening it up, my mouth starts to water as, more juices flow from its deepest depths. I attack it sliding my tongue into the deep untouched depths. Feeling how the soft moist flesh parts on my tongue I groan sucking the juices out of the pit of the fruit in front of me. I moan in ecstasy as I finally run my tongue over the very center. Sucking and nibbling I finish the feast.. making sure I eat every last piece and then pull away and looking in the mirror I smile noticing the juices from the delicate morsel have gotten all over my face and chin.

I am curled in a ball, naked on the floor. My knees are down, hands hugging them. My head is bowed. The strong hand reaches from behind my slight frame and is stroking my pussy between my slightly parted legs. I am wet and breathing hard. My mind wills me to move, to escape the lewd touch. But my body does not respond. Instead, my knees push open slightly more, to allow the rough fingers easier access. One finger suddenly shoves up into my cunt and I grunt. It pulls back and shoves in several times, and I moan and mumble in protest. My body rocks with the shoving finger.
Another finger shoves into my now soaking pussy, then a third, sawing back and forth. I would say no if I could, would scramble to escape if I could. But instead I hump back onto the jabbing fingers.
Now a cock rubs my labia and clit, moistening itself on my free flowing juices. I know what is coming and can only moan in protest as my hips try to capture the sliding prick. The flared head slides up past my well used vaginal entrance to the pucker of my virgin anus, and then pushes hard against it. I cry out in surprise and protest, as it pushes through the ring of muscle and plows into my ass. My eyes are wide, staring ahead but unseeing. My rear surges up as the cock plunges in, the attempt to avoid the intrusion only providing a better angle for it. My hips undulate, raising and lowering my impaled ass as the prick slides home, sunk to the balls, which slap heavily against my pussy.
I whine weakly as my stuffed ass quivers. A hand reaches around my waist now, and a curled finger pushes back up my cunt as the cock slides two-thirds out and then shoves back up my back door. A thumb now rubs my clit. A second hand snakes up my side to reach under and grab a small fleshy tit, as my ass is fucked slowly and powerfully.
I moan and whine as the torment continues. I cry out and come helplessly, My plundered ass squeezing the hard cock, which stiffens and spurts up my rear passage as it is shoves all the way in once more. It surges and pulses as my climax takes me. Then, after some minutes, the slowly softening member is pulled out, trailing semen. The hands leave me. I collapse.
I am curled in a ball, naked on the floor...

I felt full, stuffed completely. The throbbing presence in my cunt was driving me crazy. It slid out and pushed back in relentlessly, dragging against my engorged clit each time it forced its way in. Strong hands gripped my thighs, slamming me up and back each time the cock plowed into me from behind. My head hung low, arms dangling to the ground, legs splayed to either side of the hard, flexing thighs of my anonymous lover. I was helpless to resist the most intense fucking I'd ever felt. I felt the thick phallus pulse and expand in my already stretched cunt. It shoved hard into me one more time, pressing up against the entrance to my ripe womb. I felt it throb inside me and knew it was cumming into me. The hot, gooey feeling spread deep within me. The cock filled me with semen. I shuddered, knowing what might happen; knowing this massive, unknown cock might impregnate me right now. My climax rode hot on my dread and arousal, taking me as completely as the cock that filled me. My inner muscles squeezed the cock reflexively, coaxing every last drop from it deep into my body.

I emerged from darkness as an orgasm gently rocked me. I opened my eyes and was blinded by the glare, but my body was alive with erotic sensation. Tongues and lips and hands were all I could feel. Both male and female mouths and fingers molested me. Looking around, I half recognized many of the faces - sinister and predatory facades resembling friends, relatives, old loves, and others. The mouths licked and sucked at my neck and breasts and clit. They nibbled my thighs and armpits and under my knees. The hands that weren't pinning my wrists above my head or holding my legs spread wide, slid up and down my sweat-soaked body, grabbing and stroking my fevered skin around the mouths and tongues. I lay against nothing, my weight supported only by groping hands and pressing mouths. I could move only a little, and was unable to escape any touch or protect any part of me from the insistent caresses. Every inch of me was being paid wanton attention except my mouth, which was free to cry and moan and scream out protests that went unheeded. I was disoriented, overwhelmed, out of control.
My second orgasm triggered when the first jab of a tongue into my anus caused me to jerk my hips forward, mashing my mound into the mouth devouring my pussy. That mouth responded by viciously sucking on my clit until I screamed in climax...

I floated in a dreamy haze. Sensations rippled across my body. Satin-like textures caressed my skin. The cool fabric rubbed across my breasts and nipples, causing them to tingle with pleasure. The feel of the fabric spread. It moved along my arms, around my belly and back, down my buttocks and thighs, winding around my legs. The teasing, sheer fabric drew my arms and legs slowly away and apart. It tickled and rubbed my inner thighs. It teased the outer lips of my pussy. My cheeks and chin and neck felt it also, though I saw nothing but cloudy, misty shapes. Soon I was floated spread-eagled in the misty space, every inch of me feeling the silky caress.
The soft smooth fabric-like material rubbing my slit now bowed towards me pushing between my moistening outer lips. Further it dipped and pressed into me, extruding like a soft, thick tongue. I accepted it with the rest of the sensations, letting it slowly enter me. The teasing at my stiffened nipples intensified, and I felt my hardening clit emerge to be softly stroked as my pussy gently filled.
My orgasm took me suddenly and I cried out into the muffling haze. My body shuddered with the release, and my pussy clamped down on the strange intruding material spasmodically. The sensations continued as I slowly came down still immersed in the semi-conscious atmosphere.

How did she know. walking soft through the underbrush, tasty fear in her heart and heat in her stomach. Concentrating on the soft scratch of old denim against her skin. thoughts on things ahead made fabric's pressure insane; made her moist. like an opening flower. (he had said, when under her.) hair blowing out behind, showerwet strands sparkling. fear and excitement building. vision [brief], condo, beach, love. vision erased and timewarped by lowliness...and ahead--there he was. eyes met, lips met, and the pain melted. it was so sweet. touches brief, like afternoon showers. raindrops. on wet skin, passing over the shirt crumpled to the ground. tailored hands filled with knowledge...fingertip trails down over soft breasts, teeth at the nipples. her eyes glow, wanting more. pleading. his hand on her thigh, smoothly rough and sweet all at once. that questioning look in her heart. reflecting in the kisses placed on his body. just the touch of skin. and he wants her. makes it sweet; good. for her to be wanted. sitting in his naked lap, filling his arms, being filled. small rocking motions and "WANT" in all capitals. blur of crazy happiness...and no guilt? if that right? right here? in his arms? he bites soft upon her body. feeling her blood race. flushed faces. handful of her hair; teasing, pulling back to reveal that pale soft throat. licks. and again. the collarbone is always the best. jugular runs with lust and she's on top of him. her body melting on his hardness, her nipples on fire. wetness flowing over him, everything sweet. but more? more...always more. his kisses reminding her of smoke. taste of every cigar now (aftertaste) like an aphrodisiac. tongue in warm dark sweetness...she's crying. his hands on her breasts and hips; fingers toying with her; knowing what she needs. wants. him. his hands search and explore, rippling down her smooth back. fronts of his thighs against the backs of hers, and fingertips scratching slow. faster. breath hot and soft heat is everywhere. deep and deeper inside, screaming her name. tight and soft and hot she closes around him again and again. kisses. his fingers help; their touch is like bright pain in the best sense. the ascent stops at the plateau, and they're melting back to earth. soft and beautiful, smelling of comfort and sweetness. tongues meshing and she sees his dark eyes glowing. and she sleeps safest in his arms, content at last.

Her eyes bored into mine.
"Yes. I think you did like it."
Her two fingers spread my labia apart, and I shrieked as another mouth connected with my pussy, leading with its tongue. My arousal crashed back on, full force. I tore myself away from the cold eyes and looked down at another feminine head, nose pressed into my pubic curls, pale blue eyes turned up to mine.
"Oh, but that's not all," I heard as though from a distance. I looked up at my first tormenter as I felt her hands slide up the outsides of my legs, over my hips and back down around the cheeks of my ass. Her mouth pressed into mine again, and I found myself responding automatically, my tongue dueling with hers.
I barely registered her kneading and pulling at my buttocks on top of the sensations of the tongue on my pussy. But I did scream into her mouth when I felt a third tongue start worming against my anus, nose pressing between my cheeks above it. The hands had spread my ass open to allow this new attack. I surged forward, but got nowhere as six hands held me still and open.
Fat, hard nipples rubbed against mine as the larger, heavy breasts of the first woman pressed against me. I wiggled weakly, unsure whether I was trying to escape or grind myself further onto the lascivious mouths on my pussy and asshole. Was I merely allowing her to French kiss me, enduring, but not participating in my debasement, or was I kissing and tonguing back? Was I really about to cum by the unwanted oral attention of three women?
Two more hands settled on my sweaty skin, one rubbing my belly, the other my back. A nose pushed between my breasts and the other's, a tongue laved my nipple, then a mouth latched on around my whole aureole and started sucking hard. This repeated on the opposite side. I moaned loudly into the mouth on mine. The sensations, the helplessness, the fear of captivity, homophobia, the raw pleasure converged from every extremity to my center and I came.
As I screamed in climax, the woman in front of me broke our kiss. When I finally opened my eyes, her cold, triumphant stare caught me. My body was still shaking and spasming in aftershock. I couldn't seem to come down. I realized that none of the other mouths or hands had stopped, or even slowed. I wailed, pleading for relief as my body continued to scream with pleasure, but all I received was a malignant smile.
"You want it to stop? Your body doesn't seem to agree. It's really obscene the way you press your cunt down onto that tongue. And sticking your ass back to get reamed like that, What would your husband say? What would your pastor say? What would your mother say?"
With each taunting question, the burn of shame joined the blush of arousal in my cheeks and chest. What was happening to me?
"You're a right lez in heat aren't you?"
I tried to protest, but could only gasp as the three mouths sucked hard on my clit and nipples.
"I thought so. Well, if that's the way you want it, you might as well go all the way."
I didn't understand her until I saw her lean back and grab the bar between my hands. Before I could think to react, she'd spread and swung her legs up and over my shoulders. Her weight pulled me forward and down and my arms strained to hold the bar. Without breaking rhythm, the other women shifted position to help take some of her weight off me. That eased the physical strain, but also enabled her to wriggle her crotch right up to my face. Her scent was like mine, but different. She was dripping wet.
She looked down between her pendulous breasts at me.
"Eat me." She said.
Tongues bored into my pussy and anus. Teeth nipped my aureoles and clit. Hands rubbed my belly and thighs...and pushed my head forward into the dampness.
"Eat me, Cunt!" she commanded, and as my trembling tongue extended, my orgasm crashed over me anew.