My Sexual Journey Called Life 8211 Part VI
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I use words and visual imagery to convey the impossible. Feeling a man move inside me is nothing short of delicious, being brought to the point of orgasm, is just plain indescribable.
Every nerve and fibre in my being is focused, from my nipples to my clitoris, sending mixed and confusing signals, my body a mess, my cervix dipping and sucking involuntarily, both my eggs awaiting in my fallopian tubes for the final creative penetration to wriggle inside and close off forever any other attempt.
I groan deeply, as if from my very soul, my body finds a flexible lucidity to allow his cock to go as deep as is possible, my vaginal muscles ache as they encompass his shaft and hold him tightly, feeling him swell and go more rigid, he gasps, as if in disbelief, and from the tightly coiled tubes inside his testes, the 'Y' flows down his shaft and drowns my cervix, and deep inside my being, aided by my impending orgasm.
He makes me cum, I scream and hump him wildly, my fingers dig deeply into his bum as I try to draw him inside me, I can't help myself, I don't want this man to fertilize me, but I am powerless, my body is betraying me, as I lift my bum high into the air to receive his semen.
He collapses on top of me, drained and weakened by his ejaculation, his cock inside throbbing and still titillating my vaginal cavity, filling me with his genetic code, combining with my own, surrendered meekly through my betrayal of my body seeking that wonderful moment of heavenly bliss.
My thighs feel heavy, and open wide like a whore having just shagged a hundred men, his cum runs from my equally wide cunt, slackened by his fucking me with consummate ease, seminal fluid filling my puckered anus with cum, my nipples erect and bruised, their hardness and rubbery texture, betraying my bodies sexual readiness, to be fucked again, it does not stop there, as my fertilized egg is sub-dividing and heading into my uterus, I am pregnant to a man I don't even know, a man who walked up to me and started to feel me, probing my readiness and willingness to let him.
'You want a go', he said to his friend who watched our act consummation, from start to his wiping his wet cock on my face, 'she's wet and ready', he said as he looked at the ground where I lay naked, with the few articles of clothing that were removed before humping me.
'I can't', his friend said, 'I need to piss first', and they both laughed, as I drifted off into oblivion, feeling his warm pee hit me on my wet crotch.
I could hear the laughter, 'Clean the fucking whore good'.
He boasted triumphantly as he urinated and as his baby nestled into the nurturing womb I had created the previous few weeks. Warm urine hit my face and entered my mouth, as he joined in, there can be greater joy or final act of denigration, as in peeing on a woman who has willingly accepted ones semen inside her bodily temple, and pissing on her degraded body as it lies naked and open to more men walking by, it truly is a sad reflection on many men in today's world.
Enjoy the chase, kiss her ass, and be their queen, and in minutes after the ultimate surrender, become a slut and whore, because they suddenly realize just how easy you were.
As a student I remember opening my girlfriends door early in the morning, to a drunk handsome man, who claimed to be her lover. I let him him and locked the door behind him.
Like him I was drunk as she was, and as she lay sleeping in bed, I walked into her living room in my knickers, to having my bared breasts attacked by his hungry mouth.
Fifteen minutes later he arose from atop of me, naked and went into her room and got into bed with her, I fell asleep with the noised of him fucking her.
In the morning I awoke on the settee where I slept, to a cup of coffee and a question, 'Who the fuck was he'?
She gave birth a daughter eight and a half months later, father still unknown, and I with my weighted consciousness, thanked god, my womb was not ready, otherwise I would have conceived.
Even looking back through time as a girl breaking into the sex scene, a girl curious and excited as my body changed and became curvaceous and men lusted and whistled, I could walk around and pretend to be impervious to their obvious needs, while secretly inside my bedroom, watch pornography and masturbate with the best of them.
I was a horny teenage girl with a veneer of respectability and an air of piousness that older folk attributed to a devout upbringing.
My mother was a woman of strong sexual urges, and father a cuckold, and his brother, my uncle, who simply wished to be married to me, when I was 12.
I realise some may think, that sort of talk goes on in every household, and that such a proposal in reality would be immoral and ludicrous, but whenever mother went out on one of her benders with her friends, daddy would be busy with the camera while uncle and I would mock consummate our love.
When I say mock, it was just that, but we would be nude and I would hold him, as uncle introduced me to feeling his tongue connect with my cunny, daddy concentrating on my facial expressions, as uncles tongue tasted the delights inside a girls tight cunny.
So sex was not as frightening an endeavour to encounter, and by 14 the taste of warm semen and a mint sweetie in the mouth, complimented each other, as giving blow-jobs became my main sexual enjoyment.
Carrying a packet of 'Polo's', was as essential as carrying a packet of condoms.
By 16 Uncle finally consummated our love, climbing into my bed one night and took me by surprise from behind, the irony being I was dreaming about him doing such an act, so when he slipped in behind me, I was already wet, open and willing.
My 'wet dream', as I thought, and humped uncles cock with relish, was only broken by the power of the orgasm, but even then, my cunny was alive and throbbing with uncle still inside, I continued to his surprise, and that night I realized I was a multi-orgasming girl, and would require more than one lover at a time to fully satisfy my sexual needs.
Every nerve and fibre in my being is focused, from my nipples to my clitoris, sending mixed and confusing signals, my body a mess, my cervix dipping and sucking involuntarily, both my eggs awaiting in my fallopian tubes for the final creative penetration to wriggle inside and close off forever any other attempt.
I groan deeply, as if from my very soul, my body finds a flexible lucidity to allow his cock to go as deep as is possible, my vaginal muscles ache as they encompass his shaft and hold him tightly, feeling him swell and go more rigid, he gasps, as if in disbelief, and from the tightly coiled tubes inside his testes, the 'Y' flows down his shaft and drowns my cervix, and deep inside my being, aided by my impending orgasm.
He makes me cum, I scream and hump him wildly, my fingers dig deeply into his bum as I try to draw him inside me, I can't help myself, I don't want this man to fertilize me, but I am powerless, my body is betraying me, as I lift my bum high into the air to receive his semen.
He collapses on top of me, drained and weakened by his ejaculation, his cock inside throbbing and still titillating my vaginal cavity, filling me with his genetic code, combining with my own, surrendered meekly through my betrayal of my body seeking that wonderful moment of heavenly bliss.
My thighs feel heavy, and open wide like a whore having just shagged a hundred men, his cum runs from my equally wide cunt, slackened by his fucking me with consummate ease, seminal fluid filling my puckered anus with cum, my nipples erect and bruised, their hardness and rubbery texture, betraying my bodies sexual readiness, to be fucked again, it does not stop there, as my fertilized egg is sub-dividing and heading into my uterus, I am pregnant to a man I don't even know, a man who walked up to me and started to feel me, probing my readiness and willingness to let him.
'You want a go', he said to his friend who watched our act consummation, from start to his wiping his wet cock on my face, 'she's wet and ready', he said as he looked at the ground where I lay naked, with the few articles of clothing that were removed before humping me.
'I can't', his friend said, 'I need to piss first', and they both laughed, as I drifted off into oblivion, feeling his warm pee hit me on my wet crotch.
I could hear the laughter, 'Clean the fucking whore good'.
He boasted triumphantly as he urinated and as his baby nestled into the nurturing womb I had created the previous few weeks. Warm urine hit my face and entered my mouth, as he joined in, there can be greater joy or final act of denigration, as in peeing on a woman who has willingly accepted ones semen inside her bodily temple, and pissing on her degraded body as it lies naked and open to more men walking by, it truly is a sad reflection on many men in today's world.
Enjoy the chase, kiss her ass, and be their queen, and in minutes after the ultimate surrender, become a slut and whore, because they suddenly realize just how easy you were.
As a student I remember opening my girlfriends door early in the morning, to a drunk handsome man, who claimed to be her lover. I let him him and locked the door behind him.
Like him I was drunk as she was, and as she lay sleeping in bed, I walked into her living room in my knickers, to having my bared breasts attacked by his hungry mouth.
Fifteen minutes later he arose from atop of me, naked and went into her room and got into bed with her, I fell asleep with the noised of him fucking her.
In the morning I awoke on the settee where I slept, to a cup of coffee and a question, 'Who the fuck was he'?
She gave birth a daughter eight and a half months later, father still unknown, and I with my weighted consciousness, thanked god, my womb was not ready, otherwise I would have conceived.
Even looking back through time as a girl breaking into the sex scene, a girl curious and excited as my body changed and became curvaceous and men lusted and whistled, I could walk around and pretend to be impervious to their obvious needs, while secretly inside my bedroom, watch pornography and masturbate with the best of them.
I was a horny teenage girl with a veneer of respectability and an air of piousness that older folk attributed to a devout upbringing.
My mother was a woman of strong sexual urges, and father a cuckold, and his brother, my uncle, who simply wished to be married to me, when I was 12.
I realise some may think, that sort of talk goes on in every household, and that such a proposal in reality would be immoral and ludicrous, but whenever mother went out on one of her benders with her friends, daddy would be busy with the camera while uncle and I would mock consummate our love.
When I say mock, it was just that, but we would be nude and I would hold him, as uncle introduced me to feeling his tongue connect with my cunny, daddy concentrating on my facial expressions, as uncles tongue tasted the delights inside a girls tight cunny.
So sex was not as frightening an endeavour to encounter, and by 14 the taste of warm semen and a mint sweetie in the mouth, complimented each other, as giving blow-jobs became my main sexual enjoyment.
Carrying a packet of 'Polo's', was as essential as carrying a packet of condoms.
By 16 Uncle finally consummated our love, climbing into my bed one night and took me by surprise from behind, the irony being I was dreaming about him doing such an act, so when he slipped in behind me, I was already wet, open and willing.
My 'wet dream', as I thought, and humped uncles cock with relish, was only broken by the power of the orgasm, but even then, my cunny was alive and throbbing with uncle still inside, I continued to his surprise, and that night I realized I was a multi-orgasming girl, and would require more than one lover at a time to fully satisfy my sexual needs.
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