Shorts
by BC Ted

I lay on the bed, waiting.
 
You approach.  You are wearing your spandex biking shorts and your
jog-bra.  You are not wearing panties under your shorts.
 
You crawl up onto the bed.  I am lying on my back, my legs are
together.  My arms extend outwards and are bent up towards my
head at the elbow.
 
I am naked.
 
You straddle my chest and look me in the eyes.  Slowly, you rock
backwards.  When you rock forwards again, your knees are now above
my shoulders, on either side of my head.  Again you rock back and
forward.  This time, your thighs caress the sides of my head.  Your
crotch is pressing against my chin.  A third time you rock back.
This time, as you rock forwards, you land on my mouth.  Your moist
pussy presses against my lips, but your shorts prevent me from
licking you.  My nose is pressed up against the front of your 
shorts.  I can breathe, but with some difficulty, through my nose.
 
Once again, you rock back and forward.  Not as far this time, but far
enough.  Your pussy envelopes my nose.  My mouth is close to your
asshole, and your butt cheeks surround my chin.  I find that breathing
through my nose is impossible, but I can get some air through the crack
of your ass.  Your feet are below my shoulders, but the rest of your
legs are above them.  I am pinned beneath you.
 
Slowly, you begin sliding back and forth.  You pause momentarily in
either direction.  When you slide back, I am unable to breathe through
my mouth or nose.  When you slide forwards, I can catch small breaths
through my mouth.  You slowly fuck yourself using my nose.  I can feel
your wetness.  Eventually, you will come.
 
This text is Copyright (c) 1998 by BC Ted.  All rights are reserved.
