Subject: Fantasies About Kelly (MF)
Written by: Mike Gyoza <fl4k.bait@yahoo.com>
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
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Sent: Thursday, June 11, 2009 1:20:01 AM
Subject: First Impressions
Kelly,
I wrote this for you right after we finished chatting. I hope it is a good
first effort and that some of the general themes carry the story through it's
weaker points. Just the thought of being inside you and you being in heat for
me as I take you makes me so horny and overrides so many things in my head that
I cannot resist the urge to stroke myself repeatedly until I am spent. That is
certainly how I have spent the last few evenings since chatting with you and
every time I have sat down and spent quality time reading your stories before
that. I am looking forward to your thoughts and if there is something you would
like to see more of from me, by all means please let me know. In the meantime
enjoy this story on me and get well soon! I look forward to our time chatting
together.
Kelly, making a good first impression is important to me, probably something to
do with the way I was raised and my subsequent line of work. I hope in that
regard I overachieved. Just knowing you are reading this is enough for me and I
am hard at the thought. Please enjoy and I cannot wait to hear what you think!
Regards,
Mike
I was hoping I had the address right, maybe the party was a little lower key
than I was led to believe. I looked around for more cars or maybe people
standing around outside. There did not appear to be anything more than the
usual traffic you would expect out of an apartment complex. Funny place to meet
you I guess, but sensible. I climb the steps a little more nervous with each
riser, but something excited inside me wants to reach the top and rap on the
door. I look and find the the right one, 23B. I can hear music and normal
conversation from behind the door. A guy opens the door in an old ball cap and
t-shirt and looks at me strangely. I ask "Kelly here?"
"Yeah, in the kitchen," he replies and still a little puzzled, but realizing I
am in the right place, lets me in.
I nod a thanks and point myself in the right direction and there you are
standing against the counter. One leg is cocked provocatively and I trace it
from your heel to the hem of a short but tasteful jean skirt. For a second I
give serious thought to what you might have on underneath, but I have yet to
even make my introduction so I keep walking up, almost bumping into you where
you stand.
"Kelly? It's Mike. I'm finally here, sorry about the wait."
"No wait, you're right on time."
You set me at ease right away, but I can still feel myself heating up under the
collar, my heart starting to palpate, my face getting a little flush. I
clumsily initiate a little small talk and stumble my way through getting there
and not knowing if I had the right place. I make a quick glance around the room
and notice everyone else is engaged in conversation and enjoying a few drinks.
I feel a little guilty for breaking eye contact, here I am with you, you looking
gorgeous and I am too worried about the rest of the room. I make a suggestion
to move to the deck overlooking the outside.
"Sure, let's go" you reply and for once I feel like I might have done something
right. You do something I will not forget, you take me by the hand and pull me
close as you quickly walk us both to the deck. Pulling me close and moving
quickly to the deck, we run out of space and I gently bump into you, pressing
you up against the railing. Railing. Feeling you close against me, a dirty
thought passing through my head, smelling the slight, sweet scent of your
perfume, I become aroused and I can feel myself growing against you leg. You
can feel me, I can see it in your eyes. What started as a slight arousal turns
into a pulsing throbbing against my pant leg. The feeling is almost painful and
overwhelming. For once I do something out of character, but I am possessed for
the moment and slide my hand up against the back of you leg and reaching up your
skirt I pull you closer to me by the ass. It is then that I notice you are not
wearing anything underneath.
"Surprised?" You ask coyly. Reading into your cue, I begin to move my hand
feeling the heat and moisture of your pussy against my hand.
"If you find something you want, my advice is that you take it." Suggestive.
Elicitation maybe? Who am I to resist? I know I want you and that you can feel
it. The sense is immediate, and urgently I slide my fingers along your slit,
wetting my fingers. I take them to my mouth and lick them clean, smelling you
on me and realizing quickly that we both knew and were waiting for this little
liaison. I turn you and press you against the railing, my hand between your
clit and the edge. I can feel you pressing against my finger tips as I press
you against the rail. My fingers reach a little further and slide into your wet
little hole. I fumble with my pants to open them. I think briefly to the party
inside and occasional person below walking, but as my cock head slides against
your pussy and reaches where my fingers are already penetrating you, I can think
of nothing else than being inside you. With one thrust I take you from behind,
slamming you against the rail. You gasp once, before I reach down the exposed
neckline of your shirt and begin to fondle you breast and roll your nipple
gently between my fingers. I kiss along the back of your neck as I lift you
against the rail with each thrust. I can feel and then see your toes just
barely touching the deck each time. Looking into your eyes, I can see disbelief
but also lust as both our instincts take over. I need to be inside you my head
tells me. You need to draw me deeper inside you tell yourself. For a second, I
regain control and pull out.
The moment only lasts for a second. I push you against the wall near the back
door under the porch light. I press you hard against the wall, again running my
hand along your leg. You lift it along my leg to my waist, and I grab ahold,
again entering you forcefully. Over and over a slam you against the wall. I
feel the breath leave you as I kiss you deeply trying to stifle your moans.
Knowing you want to make a sound, but not giving you the chance spurs me on. I
want to take you deeply and I reach around grabbing your ass and pulling you to
me. You respond in kind by wrapping both legs around me, pulling me inside.
You know how to answer a challenge, but I decide to up the bet by pulling you to
me off the wall, allowing gravity to force you down fully on my cock. This is
what we both needed. I can see it. Moreover I can feel it as you run down my
balls and down my legs. At this I can feel my boys tighten as you bounce on my
cock. I can feel it building at in a moment I lose my composure.
"Fuck KELLY! I am going to cum! Oh fuck!"
I could care less that anyone inside or out at this point could hear. Buried so
deep inside your tight little hole, exploding inside you and beginning to feel
our cum mixed together and running out, the pleasure is simply overwhelming. I
slowly let you down, your toes and then feet coming to rest back on the deck,
you skirt thoroughly askew. You bend down to lick the head of my cock clean.
"I love the way we taste together," you say naughtily.
"You are so fucking tight Kelly. I love it."
At that you grin and stand up to give me a quick but teasing peck on the cheek.
You straighten out your clothing as best you can and skip back inside. There is
more to this evening I realize and follow you quickly inside.
**************
Sent: Thursday, June 11, 2009 8:28:20 AM
Subject: Something For You...
Kelly,
Writing something for you required an amount of self control I just didn't have.
Imagining the story, visualizing the details and thinking about you, feeling
your hot wet pussy against my cock made me hard in an instant. My cock was
throbbing and so I took it in my hand and began to stroke it. Starting from the
head, I tightened my grip, squeezing down on it, thinking about entering you and
feeling you around me. At that moment I would have liked nothing more than to
feel it for real. Nothing is like that first second or two of feeling your
pussy, tight, almost resisting me before I enter you completely and feel my cock
surrounded. My grip slowly works its way to the base of my cock and I felt
every finger, every little bit of friction wanting it to desperately be you. I
fuck myself, quickening each stroke, trying to capture the feel of you pulling
me into you. It's just then I can begin to feel my own pre-cum along the bottom
of my cock, lubricating each tug. How much I wish that was you and I, our
juices coming together and joining us in the act. Continuing to write you the
story, discussing each intimate and instinctual detail pushes me that little bit
further. I move my strokes to the base of my cock, squeezing and hitting up
against me. I was fortunate no one could here me as I moaned, the thought of
fucking you and the sensation of fucking myself beating any inhibitions and
better judgement I had. I could feel my hips thrust back at my hand. My
instincts were taking over, this is how I would have fucked you and hard. My
cockhead was so swollen in my grip which was tightening by the second as I
generated a little more friction. It was pulsing, bright read and slick with
pre-cum. I could feel my balls tighten, wanting to fulfill there role in
pumping your pussy full of my seed. It was then that without a level of self-
control remaining the first spurt cum came from my cock, rapidly followed by a
huge volume rapidly making a puddle below where I sat. I came hard, my legs,
hands covered. If only it had been you there to fill, so we could both feel it
running out of you.
All for you Kelly. That was all for you.
Mike
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Sent: Thursday, June 11, 2009 8:57:33 AM
Subject: Something More For You...
Who could resist the urge? That's what it feels like, an overwhelming wave a
need to take you hard and feel the rhythm and the friction as we come together
and satisfy that primal urge to mate, claiming each other with our bodies.
Nothing would feel better than to fuck you right now. I am hard again just
having written you and need to masturbate again just to find some relief.
You're unbelievably attractive Kelly, but more over you satisfy a special kind
of need inside me that have needed to get out for a while. I would love to
feel you ride my cock, sliding your slick little pussy and pressing down hard,
your tits hanging suggestively in my face, allowing me to take each into my
mouth. God, it's happening all over again Kelly, me cumming so hard for you.
Where does this stop? I am not sure that it will. Thanks for the
encouragement and I cannot wait to take up where we left off.
Mike
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Sent: Thursday, June 11, 2009 9:19:42 AM
Subject: Masturbating about Kelly
Kelly,
Today alone (if you count this morning) I have masturbated five times thinking
about how I would have fucked you. I am tempted to go for six right now. Crazy
how every time you have written me back just the thought has made me hard.
When I cum, there are a lot of different options, depending on where I am and
what I am doing. In the shower I just let it wash away, anywhere else I just
wipe it up or make a very quick change of clothes because I cum everywhere. I
have tasted myself a few times and it has ranged greatly from salty and bitter
to slightly sweet. I would love for you to taste and see what you think for
yourself!
I wish you only knew how horny I feel thinking about you. Seeing your ass,
seeing you so unabashedly playful with Kristi and so willing just makes me want
to fuck you and fuck you hard. You're tempting me, driving me to take you and
only being inside you deep will satisfy me. It's you and it's real and I want
to give myself to you. Fucking you is the only thing that will make it better
to take you and feel us together. I want to see you look over your shoulder
and look at me playfully enjoying me taking you from behind and see you want
me. Again. Again Kelly! I've cum again and it was because of you. It just
doesn't stop thanks to you, you're like an addiction. And I want more.
Mike
**************
Sent: Thursday, June 11, 2009 1:26:12 PM
Subject: Kristi's butt vs. Kelly's
Kelly,
Nothing would look better to me than to see your fantastic ass in front of me as
I take you from behind and watch as you take my cock inside you and you make me
wet. Now that I am hard just thinking about, instant erection. Moreover, I
would go all out if you looked at me over your shoulder, with your smile and
said something naughty like "Spank me and pound me with you cock." Mmm. Not to
say Kristi doesn't have a fantastic ass too, just to see you like that would put
me over the edge.
Mike
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Sent: Thursday, June 11, 2009 6:10:38 PM
Subject: So many choices...
Kelly,
I am torn between the photo of you at the beach and the most recent one you sent
me of your ass to the camera. I love looking at you, your body is magnificent,
but I especially the thought of a playful you, smiling back at me as you offer
yourself to me fully. To me, nothing could be hotter or more of a turn on than
being able to see you smiling back at me, wanting me, being with me and sharing
something intimate. That makes me cum hard every time.
Mike
Mike Gyoza - Fantasies About Kelly