All persons entirely ficticious.
I was raging horny. My cock was fit to burst. We hadn't fucked in months. My mind was tortured with image after image of delicious, erotic acts. I had to make a move on her, I had to take control otherwise I would go insane from lust.
I lay beside her, stroking my rock hard (average) cock, looking at her exposed legs, her thighs, between her legs sheathed in some silk effect bed shorts, her voluptuous curves and her heaving breasts masked by a vest top, though with ample side boob and imprints of firm nipples to tease the imagination.
She lay on her back, her right leg straight, her left slightly raised and splayed to one side, providing relatively easy access, should I pluck up the courage to act. Her pouting lips, pink and glistening and ripe for kissing, were slightly agape as she breathed deeply in her slumber...and instantly the image of a fat cock slipping silently between those lips crashed my brain. I squeezed my cock harder as I continued to envisage a big, fat cock (and therefore not my own) fuck her throat. If only.
I couldn't take it anymore. I was determined to do something, to take her, to use her.
But just as I turned on my right side toward her, so I could slip my hand in her shorts and attack her downy covered pussy, she made the same move and now lay on her side, her back to me. I swear she had a sixth sense, that she somehow subconsciously knew my intention and deliberately thwarted me.
The thought made me irrationally mad, and more determined to have her, to punish her for the perceived rejection.
So my left hand continued its assault, though had to be content with caressing her rear thighs, and then sliding up, higher in to her loose fitting shorts, cut high at the hip. I began to knead her fleshy buttocks. Not fat, but not gym toned either. Her skin was soft and her flesh pliable, like firm dough.
She stirred a little but slumbered on, as my fingers delved into the crevice between her butt cheeks, skimming her asshole and dwelling there for a while.
I would love to fuck her arse. Another unfulfilled fantasy of mine.
As I continued to softly probe, the images in my head got hotter, and hotter, and my desire reached boiling point.
"Your arse cheeks are so soft baby. I love your arse."
No reaction. Silence.
I shuffled over so I could crush my swollen cock between her buttocks, and moved my left hand up under her vest top, along her left flank, and around to her ample breast.
I began to grind my cock in to her ass, while softly squeezing her left tit, rolling her nipple through my finger tips.
She stirred.
"Baby, I'm so fucking horny right now, I have to fuck you...please baby it's been so long...you can feel how hard I am."
No reply. No movement.
I reached right across her to grope her right tit, so it wasn't left out, and whispered in her ear "You have no idea how hot you are baby, what you do to me, you are so fucking sexy, its a crime."
Still nothing. But she hadn't stopped me at least. I took heart from this and carried on.
My left hand detached from her breasts and reached down to her shorts and pulled them down and below her buttocks. I almost caved in and reached for my cock then and there to take her, but I wanted more. I wanted this to last.
"Are you wet baby? Does your pussy need to be fucked? Shall we see?"
Again no reply, no reaction.
I moved back away from her to create more space, though my cock wasn't happy, it was desperate to go skin on skin with her arse, then slide deftly in to her cunt...or her asshole...oh god the thought.
I yanked her shorts off her legs and threw them on the floor. Immediately my fingers returned and burrowed between her flesh to find her slot. I could feel the little hairs around her entrance brush my two fingers, as they disappeared inside her warm cunny.