Fellow Lit writer @Jeb56 and I have collaborated on a series of chapters that detail several adventures we sent 'ourselves' on during various chats we've had over several months. We each took turns writing an erotic narrative and the other picked up where it ended.
It's been a very enjoyable experience writing together and I hope readers find it as entertaining as we have!
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Eliza
"I'm going to fuck you Eliza. I want you to cum the instant my cock slides into you."
Voice husky, your brown eyes stare intently into mine. "As soon as you feel how hard I am, how I stretch you, I want to hear you cum. I want you to feel it in every pore of your body. Own it."
I nod, giving in. Acquiescing. Your words and the touch of your skin against mine have aroused me, I'm wet.
By now I can feel the tingle, a herald to the cum that will happen as soon as I feel your cock inside of me.
Already arching my hips to meet your cock, I close my green eyes, not willing to see the victory in yours, my mouth opening with a groan as you press against my cunt, driving your cock into me and I'm there, instantly.
My legs come up around your back to hold you in me, my back arches off the bed and a guttural moan emanates from my center. Nerves tingle from my head to my curled toes. Kaleidoscope colors explode in my brain. Muscles inside me clamp onto your cock, squeezing you with the strength of my cum.
The cum goes on, my legs wound around your hips, holding you deep inside me. Gripping the silky sheets tightly with white-tipped fingers, I twine them in my hands, moans intermingling with gasps of pleasure. Your cock is still hard inside me, grinding against my pubic bone, making me aware that even as my orgasms are rocking our bodies, you've yet to join me, to fill me.
A giggle escapes my full red lips, bruised from your demanding mouth only a short time ago, and you startle, wondering what I have in mind even as my legs release you.
You watch, eyes surveying my bare skin as I turn over on the bed, knees beneath me and round ass brushing against your cock, erect and soaking wet from my first cum.
Looking back at you over my shoulder, bright eyes locked on yours, legs parted in offering, I say, "Fuck me like this."
My command is one that brings instant compliance as your cock parts my folds once again, driving into me, forcing me forward with your momentum into the tangle of blankets and sheets on your bed.
Hands on my hips, fingers clamped on the soft skin there, you find a rhythm of thrusting that turns quickly into a pummeling.
I've cum again and again, and your cock and thighs are drenched; your hands are on my shoulders now, pulling me tight against your body even as you push me forward, burying yourself once again deep inside me.
Moans and inarticulate sounds are all either of us can utter at this point. I can tell you are close because your cock swells inside of me and you still, weight shifting from your feet to my hips, pressing me further into the bed. Inside my head I imagine ropes of your creamy cum mingling with mine, listening to the deep groan you make as you thrust a few more times, finishing.
I slump fully onto the bed as you fall beside me, your breath hitching, then slowing.
Sated.
For now.
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Jeb
I awaken slowly to find you still lying beside me, the sunlight streaming through the window onto your tangled blonde hair. Though still groggy, I can sense the bedroom is still ripe with the aroma of our marathon coupling late last night...the heady natural musk of cunt and cum, the mattress still damp beneath us. Suddenly I MUST have you again, lust quickly overwhelms me, blood begins pounding in my head as my cock becomes obscenely rigid.
You stir awake as my hand slips between your smooth thighs; they instinctively part despite your sleepiness. My fingers find the silky lips of your cleft still slippery from last night's cum.
The musky scent intoxicates me, and drunk with lust for you, I move between your thighs, lower my head and begin to tongue your sweet wet folds.
"Mmm, yes, moan for me Eliza."
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Eliza
Eyes barely open, already cumming, my hips arch against your mouth.
Those tangled locks of hair are in my eyes and glued to my dry lips, and I impatiently gather them with my hands and tuck them behind my head, out of the way.
Thighs spread, I can feel the scratch of your morning scruff against the tender skin there. Absently, I think about how it tickles and burns at the same time, offering a distraction from the intense feelings your tongue is generating in my body.
Focusing on the cum that's building and beginning to overtake my mind, my hands drift down my naked body to your head, fingers threading through your soft hair, clutching the strands tightly. Pulling you closer, deeper into me.
"Fuck, fuck..." I've gone inarticulate again, my brain overwhelmed with the tongue lashing you're administering right now. Humping your face, grinding against your lips, I'm cumming hard, threatening to drown you with fluid. Overwhelmed with the intensity of the cum, I release you and roll over onto my side, shuddering and gasping.
"Water," I croak pleadingly, mouth dry, unable to catch my breath.
You hand me my water bottle, left on the bedstand overnight, and I sit up to gulp down what remains in the metal bottle. After a minute or so, I grin at you, laughing aloud at the bemused expression on your face.
"Told you so." A broad smile covers my face as I once again wrestle with my hair, tying it back in an impromptu ponytail.
"When I cum, it's not a little squeak of pleasure, it's a whole-body experience. There will be aftershocks too, where I go into this sort of reflexive stretch and cum, again."
"Anyway, where were we?" My eyes are drawn to your lap, where the rigid length of your cock swells above the puddle of blankets.
