Like many nights before, he sat in front of his computer, typing away at the keyboard. The story was coming along fine, his mind churning out the needed dialog for the screenplay. He was lost in deep thought, his fingers accustomed to finding the keys he needed in order to get the thought from his mind to the electronic screen. This, of course, allowed him to think of the story he was crafting.
Being an Internet junky, his ICQ was up and running. He had the contact list screen minimized, allowing him to see the full screen of the word processor. He would stop from time-to-time to read what he wrote. He had to ignore the powerful urge to stop and edit. He forced himself to simply read. The "uh oh" from ICQ startled him, he was so lost in thought.
Clicking the flashing message icon, he soon saw it was fromhis friend.
Hey there sexy. How R U?
She was always so playful on-line. Very flirtatious. This is not a complaint. The only complaint was the silly net-vocabulary. When will people learn that the R's and the U's make them look not only stupid but uneducated.
I'm fine, darlin'. Howabout you?
I am lonely
Really?
Yepper
Yepper? What are you, Old Yeller's baby-sitter? LOL
Very funny. What R U doing?
I'm writing
U need 2 com here an do me
Come on. Stop beating around the bush and tell me what--you really want. I don't have time for all this dilly-dallying :)
It's not nice 2 play with a girl when she is sooo horny
So grab that vibrator and have a ball
Will--U at least cyber with me?
Are you telling me you can cyber and do the dildo at the same time?
Yepper
There's that word again... but i am sure I will end up doing all the typing while you are there buzzing away with your monstrous tool.
IT'S NOT MONSTROUS!!!
Calm down, Beavis
Well, its not...
Okay. my bad. Just don't call it cybering when you're the one having all the fun
Well U can have some fun 2 if you come over... U are like only 20 mins away
More like forty
Whatever
Some whatever--i dont see you makingt he trip
U want me 2?
Nah. Let's just stick with the cybering
Wimp
Wimp? Me a wimp?
Yes U!!!! :)
I dont know where you get this from knowing I am always horny
Then come on over and have the real thing and not just write about it--WIMP!
There you go again. I'm going to come over and just have you
U wish U were MAN enougt 2 do that!!
I am man enough. I just dont want to here any crap about cuddling later. I barely have enough time to do the deed
So UR coming over then?
Yeah. Have the garage door open so I dont have to wake up the house
R U serious? UR coming over tonight?
He looked to the clock, it was already after Midnight, and he had a busy day in the morning. He usually shirked stabs at his masculinity, always finding it trite to get into an unwanted situation over something as intangible as bravado. However, there was something about her playful digs that got his blood pumping.
Was he living his life through the characters he created for filming? Had he lost his own adventuresome spirit? After all, she was willing and waiting. She was only forty minutes. And it was only a job.
Yea, I am coming over. You had better not be teasing.
I'm not!!! I'm not!! come on over!! I'll be the one naked in the garage
See you soon
He set his ICQ indicator to "Away" and clicked the save icon on his script. He looked about, thinking of what he would need. He grabbed a condom, a coat, and his car keys and strode to the door. He was in his car moments later, headed towards her house.
"I can't believe she called me a wimp." He said to himself, barely audible above the Rage Against the Machine blaring through the speakers. "I have got to make sure I make this one stick in her mind."
Twenty-five minutes later, h parked in front of her house. Sure enough, the garage door was open, the lights off. He killed the ignition and exited the car, checking once again, the condom in his hip pocket. A wimp! He thought, as he walked towards the garage.
He entered the garage silently, catlike, allowing his eyes to adjust to the near darkness. He halted until his eyes saw the lone, cover-clad figure in the garage. It was her. Time to make an impression.
He walked to her, bold and steady strides.
"I can't believe you came," She said, her voice soft and nervous. She had never done this before. It was easy to flirt on-line, but this was real. She had seduced him into coming over. She felt a level of pride, but now she had to go through with it, or she would never be able to ask again.
Without a reply, he pulled her close, causing a surprised whelp to escape her, and kissed her deep. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. He pulled back, enjoying the gasp, and pulled the cover away to reveal a nude body. His mouth went to her breast, hungrily sucking on a nipple, while the other hand went straight to her vagina. He smiled, reveling in the amount of moisture present. She needed no coaxing, no arousing; her hole was ready.
She composed herself, her mind regaining control. He had never been so bestial, so barbaric. She loved it. Oft-times, men were too weak, making her take the role of the dominant. Now here he was, totally freeing his passions upon her. She started the night horny, but something told her she would not end this night in the same frame of mind.
She reached for his belt. Soon, she felt his hand on her shoulder, firmly urging her to go to her knees. She watched, amazed at his actions, as he finished undoing his pants. He let them fall to the floor. He pulled out his cock, stroked it a few times, and waved it in front of her face. The taunt worked. She grabbed his cock and began sucking on it, her mouth stretching around the hard shaft.
He held her head still and began to pump her mouth. Using her hand as a buffer, she took him in. The pumping continued for a brief moment. He was too excited about this encounter. If he kept this up, he would lose his control and simply ejaculate too soon. And that would not do.
Pulling free of her mouth, he stepped from his clothes, and retrieved the condom. In the low light, it was difficult to determine proper side to apply the condom. He simply guessed. He had a fifty-fifty chance either way. Luck was with him. He rolled the latex gasket onto his pussy-hungry cock.
Pushing her back, he mounted her, and was soon pumping her. He looked down, always enjoying the sight of seeing himself enter and exit. He pulled her legs higher to allow a deeper thrust. His eyes went to her bouncing and swaying breast, then to her face. She was lost in the moment. He knew he had taken her completely by surprise. From the agreeing to come over, to the lack of conversation, and to the forceful taking. If nothing else, he was not a wimp.
He noted how they "traveled" around the garage, his thrusts making her move a bit every time. Soon, her head and back were resting against the washing machine. Good. Now I have you. The thrusts came harder and faster, each one ramming home insider her, causing her to want to scream. But she could not. To do so would be to wake the house. And she wanted this all-too badly. He peered in erotic amusement as she bit her bottom lip in order to keep from making noise.
After a few minutes, he noticed his knees were hurting. It was the fucking floor! He was accustomed to a bed or something else with much more bounce than concrete. He continued to pump her as he weighed his options. He could move this little party into one of the cars. The seats would allow him to continue the fun without destroying his knees. This was fun and all, but he did not want to have to feel like Joe Namoth over a quickie. He stopped, rose, and pulled her to her feet. She resisted, the activities robbing her of strength in her legs. Grabbing her other hand, he pulled her to her feet. He looked her in the eyes, knowing she had truly had enough already; she could sleep soundly now. He was ready to simply grab his things and go, until a thought crossed his mind. Call me a wimp, will you?
A smile, lewd and primal, found his face. He turned her around, and bent her over the dryer. Moving into position, he re-entered her, her ass smacking against his pelvic area. Reaching forward, he pulled her hair, causing a few grunts to escape before she remembered she had to keep quiet. Soon, she managed to muffle her sounds of passion.
Unwilling to give up the advantage--with the condom on, he could go at this pace the whole night. Not that she was loose, but more so, the basic feel of her vagina was greatly subdued. He doubled the force of his thrusts, causing her knees to slam against the door of the dryer. The noise was disturbingly loud, but he did not care. She, however, did.
"Slow down." She whispered hoarsely, fearful of the chance of an interruption. She was panting heavily, her poor pussy aching from the pounding he was giving her. If he held true to form, he would stop and simply have her go down, and suck him off. She knew he liked having his balls licked and his anus tickled. He would get off quickly, and then get back to his precious writing. And she could get some rest.
He did not hold true to form.
He pulled himself free, and angled his cock a little higher. Slowly and surely, he slid his throbbing cock into her ass. The opening of her ass gripped tightly as he sank in until his cock was fully inside her. She whimpered, the action taking her by surprise. She had not gone the anal route in a while, and when she did, it had not been with anyone as large. She liked it, she would never deny, but her legs ached and this boy was too full of energy.
He moved her back to the cover, putting her on all fours.
Grabbing her cheeks, he began to pump her ass, loving the tight sensation. Still lost in the moment, he rammed faster, more sure. He looked at what he was doing,--his cock sliding in and out, the tightness causing him to move towards climax.
He continued, pumping harder, hoping to stall his climax, but not willing to give up this sensation. Soon, he was ramming her, his thrusts moving in time with his pulling of her waist. He began to grunt, his cock sending pleasures through him, consuming his conscience. He held her waist still, pumping harder and faster, savoring the fleeting moment of climax, his cock swelling to release his seed.
He slammed in hard, driving her forward, as he came. His face contorting into a mask of pain mixed with pleasure. His breathing came in labored breaths, sweat forming in small drops on his forehead. Shortly, he was getting up, dressing. She remained on the cover, her energy having long ago left her. He looked down at her, a mischievous smile dancing across his face.
"Am I still a wimp?" |
