learning how to tell you

Useless

Sat, 18 May 2013 09:01:46 -0700

What can I do? I’m useless.

I can fuck you. Erase everything. Lift you up for a moment. Press you down hard against the cushions. Easy. I can squeeze your hands in mine and shove your cheek against the fabric. My hand flat on your chest. I’ll spit at you; yell. Screaming how much I want you. Making you hear me. Pushing everything else out of your mind.

I force you. Force. Push. Hold you tight. Move you where I want. Position you. You don’t resist. You look out at me behind something I don’t recognize in your eyes. You grab and pull me harder against you and slap yourself with my hands. I hear you grind your teeth.

It’s my honor to rise to your call. You push me this way, wanting me to control you more. I feel it. When I slap your hands away from me and bind them over your head, you settle for a moment. You hush. When I clamp my hand tight across your mouth, I feel a jolt go through you. It’s like this. A surge. A hush. Calm but alive. The taught wire, the tension when I push you down underneath me. The bright way you writhe beside me. I whisper in your ear all the things I want to do next. You know there is always more.

You demand me and I rise to meet you. Next time I will do as I said. I’ll bend you over and jerk your pants down just enough. You’ll hear my belt. I’ll push you into the cushions and tell you to put your hands where I can see them, flat. I want to see your veins. I want to watch your skin flush red. And I will.

My fingers, stiff, where my cock would be, press against your pussy. “Say it for me,” I whisper. You moan in response but it’s not enough for me, “Say it. Tell me.” My belt buckle clicks out a rhythm. I push my stiff fingers against you, teasing just at the edge of your hole. I grab your hip. You wiggle against me, breathing louder, thinking you can tempt me this way, but I know how to wait. I need you to ask me. I want to hear your voice. When you’re ready for me like this, it’s a deep, husky sound. It’s animal. It makes me twitch. “Fuck me, goddamn it” you finally say, sounding annoyed. You’re stubborn. That streak in you, so strong.

I pounce when you break and ask me. Three fingers jam into you. Feel me, big, inside you. I reach around and push against your clit, press it flat in my hand and slowly rub. My other hand moves quick and deep inside you. I want you confused. I want your pussy confused and mine to fuck and tease and enjoy. “I love your pussy,” I tell you. “My cunt,” you answer. “Your cunt,” I agree. “You just like pussy,” you say, sounding like a bitch, knowing I’ll react. I respond with a sudden grip on your neck, my fingers sticky. I want you to smell yourself. I drag my fingers across your lips. “Shut up,” I whisper and go back to fucking you, being slow about it. Dragging my fingers down the back of your shirt.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, with my fingers shoved back inside you. You’ve made me rougher. I’m pounding into you harder and with less control. You don’t answer. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your head turned to the side. Your hands still where I can see them. Knuckles now bent slightly. Your fingers poised to crawl. I fuck you hard, stiff, unrelenting. I want to fuck you like this and never stop. I don’t stop.

When you come, I watch you struggle in the time it takes before you can push me away from you. I always want more. I crawl on top of you and you tell me, “No,” but within minutes your hips are moving against me, calling. I will rise up. New. Something new again. Always. You entice me. You make me want to find more. You appreciate me. You get me like no one else. You laugh when you see me work at it. You know how serious I am and you laugh it away. You slap away my intensity and make me go wild, deeper down, always finding more. You get me. You see how useless I feel and put me to work.

"Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:05:48 -0700

“Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact.”

- Judith Butler, Undoing Gender (via swanfucker)

Warm Afternoon

Mon, 13 May 2013 17:46:02 -0700

And then there is that afternoon when the air is newly hot and heavy. And construction is suddenly everywhere loudly banging and sawing and grumbling somewhere on the street. And we are sad and exhausted, each in her own way.

This is when we lean against each other. You move the book off my lap and rest your back against me. I wrap my arms around you and listen to your stories of the day. My hands find your hip bones, your ribs just below your heavy breasts. I am adoring you and listening.

As my hands prowl, you lean your head back and turn your face towards me. You kiss my neck and your breathing deepens. My belly, my hands get hot and you feel me start to burn. You lift the edges of my shirt, pull my clothes away from me. You grab my hands and move them over you. When I move on top of you and suck on your neck, it is salty and warm.

We’re moving without thinking now. Here. Now here. Like this. Your hand on mine. I see your fingers moving under your bra and I push you aside with my mouth. My teeth pinch your nipple. I feel you get hard in my mouth. I hear your delight in it. Yes. More. Like that. Stay here with me. Stay in this. The warm air.

Later, my hips lift and my palms press flat against the wall. I shudder and fall. Grab you to me. Hold you. Let you go. Watch you reach down between your legs while I wrap myself around you. I breathe against your jaw and don’t know what I do or say anymore. The description is lost to you. Only yours. You. The look on my face when you turn to me. Yours. I only know it from the look you give back to me. The way your eyes smile at me when you kiss me last. When we hold each other just a little longer.

Nearby there’s a jackhammer ripping up the asphalt. It’s louder than I’d noticed. I hold you and feel the sound rattle in my chest. “I love you,” I whisper, lost in the noise. But you’ve heard me say it so often, it doesn’t matter if you hear it now.

"I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to..."

Sat, 11 May 2013 19:48:05 -0700

“I’m never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I’m never gonna play
hard to get
when I know your life
has been hard enough already.
When we all know everyone’s life
has been hard enough already
it’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone’s playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.
Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there’s gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts.”

- Andrea Gibson

this. a thousand times this.

(via athousandhours)

A little more of the truth

Wed, 08 May 2013 07:21:08 -0700

A little more of the truth:

mrsexsmith:

If I am giving you the impression that I’ve just moved on, that I am starting a new life all joyously and without reserve, then I am not giving you the whole truth. (I’m not sure that is my job her…

only up for a day or so before I’ll put it under a password. read it while you can, or sign up for the password.

A beautiful glimpse at the truth.

Quickies in New York: Say Yes to Everything

Sun, 05 May 2013 07:29:24 -0700

Quickies in New York: Say Yes to Everything:

quickienewyork:

We switch with the seasons.

There’s not a category on Fetlife for it, but it works for us and we’ve been doing it for years. All winter long she curls up in my arms and I keep her safe and warm. I fuck her when I choose and she begs for punishment when she’s coldest. I tie her to the bed…

Sounds lovely, yes

"One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you..."

Thu, 02 May 2013 21:24:36 -0700

“One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you really do.”

- Douglas Coupland (via basedjane)

How To See In The Dark

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:18:09 -0700

She was going out with a lover. They were meeting someone. I listened to every word. I saw her eyes. Her excitement shivered. When she left I was shaking. My smile stuck on my face. She was happy. She was free. This is how she needed to be. This is how I loved her. I slow down in these moments. I slow down and look at my hands on the table. I lift my fingers carefully and push myself back. Slow motion. Calm. The air moves around me like water. Muffled sounds. I’m still smiling. She’s gone. I blink like a cat.

Tonight, I go home alone. I stare at the key in the lock. I leave all the lights off and let the sunset drape me in it’s eventual darkness. I sit. My hands on my thighs. I imagine her. I imagine them. I enjoy it. I breathe into it. I taste it.

Does her lover know to hold her wrists behind her waist and grip the back of her neck? Will someone else hold her shoulders back tonight? Will she feel a soft, flat tongue slide down over the hood of her clit, curling around her sweet little shaft? Will she gasp and push the tip of her tongue against her teeth? Will her lover pause and stroke her pussy with a long tongue to taste her over and over again? Will she moan and sink her fingers deep into flesh?

I burn when I imagine them together, tangled. It makes me wet. And tonight I’m also lonely. I breathe it deeply in and out again. Fly away. Give me peace. I smile. I squeeze my thighs. I stretch my neck long. I open my mouth.

She likes to suck cock while getting fucked. She likes to have her head held back by the hair, keeping her throat open. She likes having her hips lifted up and being fucked hard. She likes to reach one arm behind her and feel another body, pressed up near her, craving a piece of her. What will she give? Her fingers slide up an inner thigh. It’s fleshy and ripe. She pushes two fingers inside. Someone grabs her wrist. She’s being pushed and pulled. Her fingers curl, press, twist. It’s hot. Everyone’s sweat drips down an arm, a back, the curve of an ass, the back of the knee, her neck. Her hot neck, wet with sweat. Someone licks it.

She’s pushed down onto the mattress on her back. One of them kneels above her neck and tilts a cock into her mouth, cradling her cheek like an old lover, deeply known. She stares up at the strange chest rising above her. “I don’t even know you, really,” she thinks. It doesn’t matter. They’re fucking. What do you need to know? She feels hands on her thighs, pushing them apart. Someone’s mouth pushes against her. Distracting. She’s trying to suck cock. Trying not to get too aroused and forgetful. Greedy. But she wants them both. She wants everything.

She pushes the cock aside, out of her mouth and grabs, pulls, now she has what she wants. A tongue in her mouth and a mouth on her pussy. She closes her eyes and feels herself in the wetness and the grip and the need that overwhelms her. Teeth. Lips. Tongue. Furious. Her swollen clit will take its time. She pulls on this head that is next to her own. Pulls it to her and feels this body and another body. Wrapped together. Imagining them being bound, slowly, by a thick rope. Held in place. Pulled tight around them to keep it all put.

This is the pleasure of it. Three mouths. Three cunts. All these arms and legs and fingers. Wetness. Breathing. The hot room. It gets so hot. The dripping sweat. She wants to be fucked. Let them fuck her. Let them devour everything she has. She will laugh and pet their heads. She will laugh and hold them to her for a moment before she slips away. She wants to press them together. Hold them mouth to mouth. Wrap their arms around the other. “Love each other. Right here in front of me. Let me see it. I want to feel it.”

My eyes are open wide in the black room. As if that can help me see in this total darkness. I picture my own wide-eyed stare and for a moment I feel ashamed as if I’ve been caught at something. I let my eyes fall closed. I bring my quivering fingers to my lips. She’s so alive. It makes me shake.

fuckyeahqueerpomps: More from The STLGBT Outsiders Project

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 10:19:22 -0700

fuckyeahqueerpomps:

More from The STLGBT Outsiders Project

Oh, don’t we all…

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 17:53:14 -0700

Oh, don’t we all…

i love her for her silly for the way she breezes by her soft kisses on my neck she is learning how...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 08:22:43 -0700

i love her for her silly
for the way she breezes by
her soft kisses on my neck

she is learning how to take me in
learning what love feels like
learning not to burn her fingers

i look her in the eye
she turns away and i’m still here
it’s frightening

A seriously badass Katherine Hepburn on the RKO lot circa 1932

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 08:33:25 -0700

A seriously badass Katherine Hepburn on the RKO lot circa 1932

You almost never post any personal pictures, always leaving your readers wanting more.

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 18:23:37 -0700

I did just show you my skivvies! And I post a few vague, anonymous photos on Instagram every so often.

But it’s true that for an exhibitionist, I’m rather private. I like the stories to speak for themselves.

—
BD

e[Lust] #45

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 08:29:47 -0700

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Getting Lucky

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 23:11:42 -0700

Getting Lucky

In My Haste To Take You

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 22:08:41 -0700

When you opened the door, I pushed you backwards, reaching behind me with one hand to lock the deadbolt. I led you to the hallway carpet and shoved you down on your knees. “My belt,” I said. My voice was hoarse from the night before. Too much of everything - booze, shouting above the crowd, cigarette smoke, fucking, the night, missing you.

I held your shoulders and pressed you down into the floor. You were quick with my belt and pants. You always respond so well to my sudden demands. “My cock,” I said but it was already in your hands, held to your lips. You kissed it low on the shaft. Your cheek pressed against my belly. I kept my hands on your shoulders. A firm grip. I wanted a drink to hold. Ice to rattle in the glass. Something to sip and burn smooth on my tongue. “Get me a drink first.”

You shuffled on your knees a few feet and then got up. I stayed in the hallway. It seemed suddenly dark. I heard you with the ice and the cork and the trickle of booze in the glass. You returned not looking me in the eye, fell to your knees, and reached your arm up long to hand me my drink. I smiled at you. So good. “Thank you,” I said and took a small sip. You stroked my cock. You licked it slowly. Your hands wrapped behind my thighs. “Keep your hands off me,” I barked, not knowing why I demanded such a thing. But the image of you on your knees with your tongue on my cock and now your hands in the air, aimless, made me suck in my breath. You looked unsteady, and yet devoted. “Mmmm,” you made me moan and bend my knees.

I grabbed the back of your head with one hand and pulled your face into me. I sighed. I pulled your head away and looked at your gaping mouth, ready and willing, wanting. You held your tongue out and I rested the tip of my cock on it. Slowly, I pulled us together. Your hands were still held out beside your shoulders in the air, helpless. They moved like floating vines in the water and eventually drifted down by your sides. I stared at your dreamily moving hands while you sucked me off. The effect slowed everything down. My bourbon moved so slowly down the back of my throat. I heard our breathing. The wet sounds your mouth made. My moaning rattled my chest and fell deep in my belly.

My fingers tangled around your hair, swirling, gripping to own your movements. Pulling you off. Pushing you deeper. “Yes,” I said, too loudly, as I finished my drink. I pulled out of your mouth and got down on my knees. You were almost limp. Still floating. I pulled you into position on your knees. Leaning over you, my fingers undid your pants and pulled them down your thighs. I spat in my hand and rubbed your pussy. You were wet but needed more. I spat again. You didn’t say a word. Your head hung down. I grabbed my cock and felt for your hole, sliding inside you a little, slowly, moving, working to get you ready for me. Everything felt so damn slow but with an urgent desire. We were grunting. Understanding each other. You were impatient. I was deliberate.

I fucked you slow. I kept a finger wrapped around the base of my cock, pulling it long, nearly all the way out of you as I moved. Your ass swung up high. Your back arched. I watched your muscles rise and fall under your shoulder blades. You reached an arm back to your clit, “You want to come?” I asked. You nodded. “Huh?” I asked. “I want to come,” you breathed, “May I?” I bent over you and pushed your hand away and held your clit in my fingers. You were wet now, slick. I pressed into you. I felt you come. The aftershocks, tiny twitches under my hand. Your come, or mine, dripped down my inner thigh. I licked the back of your neck.

You flipped around on your back and grabbed me. “Come,” you said, and you dragged me down the hall to your bedroom. You piled the pillows up and pushed me back against them. You lay on your belly between my legs and stripped me of my cock and harness. “Watch me,” you said and stretched your tongue to my clit. Soft. Barely there. You licked my cunt. I burned hot. I felt my cunt suddenly so wet, dripping down onto the sheets. I rolled my neck and turned to the side. You stopped, “Look at me,” you said, so soft and sweet, “I want to know you’re watching.”

It’s rare that I slow down for this. I know I make it hard for you to show me. I know what I do and how I demand you again and again. I feel myself pushing it over that edge. Exerting myself until I’m too exhausted for you. Telling you it’s all I want. And you feel left alone. So this time, I turn my head towards you and watch. Your tongue is so patient. Slow. Long strokes. Light. Slow, so slow before you press harder. Run your tongue deep against my cunt. Press your lips against me. Drag your hands up my thighs and grab onto my hip bones. I don’t want to cry. I’m not going to cry. I squeeze my nipples hard so the pain shoots inside me and over my skin. You slide a spread-out hand onto my stomach. I can see my heartbeat pulsing under your palm.

You slow me down. You make me watch. You make me take all of this, all of you, in. It takes time. You take time. When I come, the sheets beneath me are uncomfortably wet. We roll over and I hold you for a minute. Soon you jump up and get your robe. I lie there still shaking with deep breaths, listening to you roam about. I drag myself out of bed and look for my clothes. I let myself out and then regret not finding you and kissing your mouth. I let the wheel slide through my hands on the curves. I’m humming something. A song I can’t place. Something old. I like the tune. All night it’s in my head.

daveaharonian: Carmino Oh god, her neck. Jesus.

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 12:00:31 -0700

daveaharonian:

Carmino

Oh god, her neck. Jesus.

How would I go about making a request?

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 18:20:51 -0700

All you have to do is tell me what you like, what you want.

Drop me a note via the ask links or you can find me at bdswain.xo at gmail. I have a few requests in the queue but always welcome more.

—
BD

Kentucky Sky

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 07:21:51 -0700

She got a truck. I was still driving my old, used old minivan. I fucking hated that minivan. A brown Dodge that I’d needed at the time. I tried to look on the bright side, you could make a small bed in the back with the seat back down. But still, it was a fucking minivan. And her truck, god damn it, was not just any truck. Her dad had given her his old 1969 Ford F250. It was painted a luscious butterscotch with cream trim. The seats were cracked but she had a dark blue wool blanket thrown over them.

She drove to my house when she got that truck. I burned red when I saw her drive up in it. I imagined her hand on that long, spindly stick coming up from the floorboards. She waved to me. I didn’t budge. “C’mon,” she yelled at me, “You can drive it.” She slid over into the passenger seat and looked forward out the window, sure of me coming. I wandered up to her and stuck my head in the passenger window. “Nice,” I said, “He gave it to you?” She nodded. “Is he going to keep it up?” she looked at me. “Jesus, I hope so,” she said. I nodded and looked down at her knees. She was in her red & white dress with her brown cowboy boots. She looked like a dream as always. Her sweet knees and that little bit of thigh, little bit of shin I could get a look at.

We met in high school. I had recently moved back to town with my head nearly shaved bald. To be honest, it was more extreme than I intended, but I wanted to stomp back into town if I had to go back. I ran into her at the movies. She runs the ticket booth. I told her I was back home. We chatted for a minute and she let me in for free. After the movie ended, I was walking to my car when she came up behind me and tugged on my elbow. “Can I get a ride?” she asked me. I drove her home mostly in silence. Neither of us knew what to say. I felt something electric between us but couldn’t quite believe it. In front of her house she thanked me and opened the door but then closed it, turned around, and reached her hand just above my ear. “I like it,” she said and scratched her fingernails on the stubbly hairs there. “Good,” I said. She quickly opened the car and ran up to her door. I sat there staring at her house for a few beats. I’d seen her around every week but hadn’t found the nerve to test the waters. It felt like a lot to risk in my hometown.

“Where do you want me to drive you?” I asked, feeling ornery and a little sore with envy, knowing I needed to work that shit out fast. “Drive me down the highway,” she said, “I’ll buy you supper somewhere. Please say yes.” She smiled at me and I grinned back. “Of course I’ll say yes,” I laughed. I hopped around the front and jumped in. There were wires hanging out under the dash. She had a portable radio on the seat next to us and a little basket in the foot well.

We drove out on the highway. I headed towards the lake. It was about an hour away down the long flat highway. The sun was going down. She turned on the radio and we listened to some old-time country music. She sang along in a high, whispy voice and I just smiled and listened. Her fingers tapped the rhythm out on her thigh. “I like hearing you sing,” I said, “It’s nice.” She didn’t answer, just kept singing along, but I saw her blush a little and smile. “Where are you taking me?” she asked after awhile. “The lake,” I answered, “There’s a good catfish place near there if that sounds good.” She nodded. I gripped the wheel and felt a sudden surge of desire hit my cunt. Damn. I didn’t know how to do this exactly. Not with her. But here we were. I should make a move at some point.

I parked in the gravel lot and swung around to her door, but she was already out of the truck. She gave me a look and said, “How sweet you are.” I rubbed my neck. My hands felt out of place. I jammed them in my pockets and we walked in. I loved this old place. I’d gone here as a kid. A sawdust floor, the tables were made from those big wooden spools, and the menu only had catfish and hush puppies and cole slaw. The restaurant was situated on a small, dug pond stocked with catfish. You could sit on the dock and fish for a small fee and they’d cook your fish up right there. We ordered some beers and fish and found a table in the corner. She looked down at the upturned barrel that served as a chair and I saw that her dress was too nice for this place. “Hang on,” I said and threw my jacket over the barrel for her to sit on. She smiled at me. “Such a gentleman,” she laughed. “I am that,” I said, nodding, “I am.”

She drank her beer from a plastic cup and I took mine from the bottle. We ate with our fingers and talked. We talked about everything in between high school and now. What she’d been doing (saving money and taking classes at the community college). What I’d been doing (working doing landscaping down in Florida until I realized I hated it). We talked about what we wanted to be doing. She told me she was writing. She submitted stories to magazines and journals but so far had only gotten rejections. I told her I wanted to read them. She told me one about a woman who lives alone in a small town and grows old there, never venturing out beyond the city limits, and reads nothing but travel books. I wanted to tell her something I dreamed about, but I really didn’t know yet. I didn’t know what I wanted. I just wanted to be able to go fishing and swim in the rivers and lakes and lie on my back looking at the sky.

We finished our food and had been talking for a long time when she got up and said she wanted to freshen up. She came back with her lipstick touched up, red and gorgeous. I stood up and went to the counter. They knew me here. I bought a few more beers for the road and carried them out to the truck in a folded up grocery sack. “Where now?” I said to her. “Let’s drive to the lake somewhere,” she said, “Is there a place we can sit and look at the water?”

I remembered a place my grandpa used to take me to shoot off fireworks. There was this old dirt road that bumped its way down to a small clearing where people used to put their boats in. It was always empty down there now that the marina had been built. This was Kentucky and the dirt was red. The headlights looked out on that red dirt and gravel as we made our way on the two skinny tire tracks. I stopped a little ways back from the lake. The moment the engine cut, she reached out and touched my hand. It was dark in the cab. There wasn’t much of a moon and it was hidden behind some trees. “You know what I want, right?” she asked me. I nodded and kept my hands on the wheel. “You’re so sweet,” she said, “I hope I don’t come off too forward for you, but I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.” She sidled up next to me on that bench seat and gave me the sexiest kiss I’d ever known. I wrapped an arm around her and moved a hand to her chest, sliding down over her soft cleavage but she grabbed my wrist before I went any further. “Hold on,” she said.

She pulled the basket out from under her feet and handed it to me. “I brought something,” she said, “For you. Please. And these blankets for the truck bed.” She had a couple thick blankets stuffed behind the seats and handed them to me. I stepped out of the cab and threw the blankets in the back. I opened up the basket and saw what she brought for me. There was a cock and a harness. Jesus. I was excited and a little scared. I’d never been with someone quite so bold before. I grabbed one of the beers and drank it down fast. Fuck. Okay.

I slid my jeans and shorts low enough to strap on the cock. I remembered back to the last girl I fucked back in Florida. It had been awhile. I felt nervous. She called out from the cab, “Tell me when you’re ready.” I hitched my jeans back up but left them hanging open. I went around to her door and opened it. She stepped out, taking my hand. I helped her up into the back and climbed in after her. She had her hand on my cock before she kissed me. “Jesus,” I whispered. Her hand was stroking my cock up and down and it hit my clit just right, warming me all over. I put my hands low on her back and she pulled away from me giggling. “I’m cold,” she said. I went back to the cab to get the blanket from the seat and my jacket. She took my jacket and draped it across her shoulders. I sat down and wrapped the blanket around us.

She pulled the blanket up around her tightly and straddled my hips. She pushed me back against the cab and kissed me hard. I could taste her lipstick. She pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me. She kissed me long and slow with a hungry way of sucking on my lips and tongue. I felt thrown into the middle of something. I was on fire. And then she pulled quickly away from me and laughed. “Not so fast,” she said, as if it was me leading us into this. “Huh?” was all I managed in response. I felt fuzzy, muddled. “Look up at the stars,” she said, “It’s a beautiful night,” and she cuddled against my chest. I grabbed another beer for myself, wanting to back off a bit. She was confusing me. I wanted to think. I sucked the bottle with long, cool sips and shivered a little.

We sat there quietly looking up at the night sky. Out here, far from any city lights, the sky opened up above us. When I was nearly done with my beer she asked me for the bottle. She took it in her mouth, not drinking it, but sucking the glass. She stared at me and leaned over it, sucking it like a cock. My mouth hung open. Without thinking, I grabbed my cock and gripped it. “You like my mouth?” she asked, “You want me to suck your cock?” I nodded. She was clearly in control here and could do whatever the fuck she wanted. I sat back waiting for my next set of instructions.

She took my cock in her hand. Twisting and stroking it, pressing it hard against me. “Not too much?” she asked. I shook my head, “No. Oh god. That’s good.” She laughed again, “You’re so easy to please,” she said. She gripped my cock in her hand and brought her face to mine. She licked my lips with her tongue. She teased my mouth open and sucked my tongue. I could feel her on my cock. My heel hit the truck bed. My legs shifted around, scrambling, wanting more. She unbuttoned my shirt and bit my flesh down between my breasts and over my belly. She stopped at my cock and licked the shaft, looking up at me, making sure I was watching her. And then her mouth was on me. I felt her breath on my belly as she took me deep into her throat. I wanted to tug my jeans down, but didn’t dare move. She was hitting my clit just right and my hips responded. I rested a hand on the back of her head, my other hand pushed down into the truck bed as I lifted my hips higher. She stayed put, sucking my cock so good and so long. I was going to come. I could feel it. I was loud, moaning and swearing. She knew when I came. I hit the side of the truck. I bent over her, shaking. “That’s good,” she says.

She pulled me down next to her and pulled the blanket around us. She took my hand and slipped it between her legs, sliding it up under her dress. “I’m going to show you what I want,” she said and held two of my fingers against her wet panties. Together, we stroked the full lips of her labia. I felt her pussy swell under my fingertips. She held me hard against her and pulsed her grip. She drew my fingers up to her clit and back down. “Okay, you now,” she whispered. I heard the arousal in her voice. I felt desperate to please her. I rubbed her pussy the way she showed me and sucked on her neck. I waited until her panties were so wet they stuck to my fingers before pushing them aside. She felt so good. So wet and soft. Her hair was slick and matted. I teased one finger inside her lips and she shuddered against me.

“I want you inside me,” she said, “your fingers.” I leaned my face over hers and kissed her sweet mouth as I pushed two fingers inside her. I sucked on her tongue, taking her breath for a second. My fingers were slow and steady. “Get me ready for your cock,” she said between kisses, “keep it slow and soft.” I liked the way she talked to me. I liked that she knew exactly what she wanted. But I wanted to surprise her, too. I got on my knees and straddled her. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and rubbed my whole hand slowly against her. I hunched over her, sucking on her neck. She grabbed my head and pulled on my hair where she could get a grip. She moved beneath me. “I want you on your knees,” I said and with a hand at her hip, pushed to help move her into position. I lifted her dress up and pulled her panties down to her knees. “Fuck me hard,” she said.

I held my cock to her and put one hand flat on the small of her back, the other wrapped around her belly. I thrust myself hard inside her. I wanted to fuck her as hard as I could right out of the gate. She called out, a high pitched yelp. I bent over her back and grabbed both shoulders, harnessing her to me, pulling her back against me. “Yes. Fuck!” she yelled out, “Just like that.” “Shut up now,” I groaned and clapped a hand over her mouth, “Shut up and let me fuck you.” I felt my hips bruise as I slammed against her. I held on tight. “Come here, now,” I moaned into her neck, “Come here, beautiful,” and I reached one arm long to rub her clit. I felt her teeth against the palm of my hand when her mouth opened as she came. Her scream was muffled. “There you go,” I told her, repeating it again and again as I caught my breath and kept fucking her like a shadow. “There you go. Let’s rest awhile and look at this sky,” I said, taking my hand off her mouth, “This good Kentucky sky.”

We fucked again in her truck under that big, beautiful sky. She climbed over my hips and rode me. I came underneath her and had to keep going for several minutes until she came, too. My shirt was stuck to my back by the time we wound things down and the night air was cold on my sweat. My muscles ached. I drove her home and couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. She left the radio off and scooted over close to me, pulling my arm around her at one point. The road ahead looked good to me. It had been a good night.

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