1. The Cookie Man and the Sad Girl


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Cyberwalker, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    breath upon my erect and pleading penis. The process happens in a blur as the rain begins to pick up. It is a little darker now, the sun has approached closer upon the peaks of the hills. I find myself wondering how it would feel to be inside your small mouth as my penis stiffens to its full potential in expectation. You hold it gently with three fingers of your right hand and slowly push back the foreskin causing rain water to mix with my own fluids. Then you draw your lips close upon its tip and kiss its viscous wet surface before withdrawing, all in a single motion as if planned from beforehand. I am bewildered but then your voice speaks to me, “Take me now, please.” But tell me if you will, whose face is it that flashes through your mind as you shed your final bit of clothing? I watch as you throw your pyjama onto the bushes, while revealing the lush dark hair upon your erstwhile concealment. Completely naked now, looking at me invitingly, you are an enchanting sight! We move a step or two away from the rock and resting your body on the mud between the wet grass, I enter you gently from the top. It is an altogether delightful and unreal sensation, do you know? I inch slowly and firmly into you little by little. Your eyes seem to water as they bear into mine, our faces against each other, the tips of our noses touching together. You are tight down below and after the first few times, when I start entering you with greater frequency, you start letting out low moans. I ...
    lift your mud stained shoulders a little and enfold your body in my arms continuing to enter you with greater force. I can smell the rain on your neck, but I can also smell the fragrance of your own body from the depths of your skin and from your underarms. I cannot tell you how erotic this is! And as if tracing its origin from the very core of your being I can smell too your detachment from me at the very moment of us being connected physically in the most intimate way possible for a man and a woman. The moment is so beautiful and vile at the same time that I feel close to coming inside of you. But you know I don’t want to give in just yet. So I start to hold back as an older suspicion comes back seeing you panting beneath me. I can tell already. You aren’t well. Not as well as someone of your young age should be. You have become frail. The intensity of the sensations in your body have made you breathless and you cling to my arms feebly. When I stop in concern, you say aloud, “No! Continue! Please!” There is something in the way you say it that makes me trust you and go on. I lift my head off your neck to see that the sides of your body have become stained with mud like your hair and your right cheek. It is no longer merely drizzling. The rain has picked up and it is large droplets of water which are now crashing into our bodies. Soon the rain is coming down so hard and with such concentration that we can barely see twenty feet beyond us. It has grown even darker, yet a faint ...
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