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Slimming Dust

(Maeve asked) ‘J? Do you know what’s ice?’

‘Yeah. It’s a drug, also known as meth.’

(Maeve asked) ‘Do you know what are some of it’s side effects?’

‘Hmm.. high? I think it makes one more alert.. and I think it has slimming effects too.’

(Maeve asked) ‘Do you think I am slimmer than last time?’

‘You are always slim, but you are slimmer now than before. Don’t tell me you have ice and you didn’t share k! Haha.’

While I understood her uncanny chain of questions as a joke, it apparently wasn’t so once she pulled out a tiny zip lock bag, with translucent, glass-looking rocks that some of it crushed as fine as a powder. We didn’t really spoke much once she dabbed her pinky-fingertip into some of the finer particles, and snorted them up her nose.

Of course, there was the textbook rush that threw her head backwards, followed by her soft grips on both my forearms. As much as I was in disbelief of what I just witnessed, the pieces just fitted so nicely that I couldn’t deny her story.

(Maeve whispered) ‘another side effect of it, is an increased thirst for sex.. ‘

From that point on, I was no longer in control as she slid her body down to my feet, before parting them to plant her face in my groin. Despite my knowledge of the after-effects of such an addiction, I had somehow managed to restrain myself from making any dismissive action, and even get turned on by her surging ‘appetite’.

Before I knew it, I had possibly gotten half as high as her as she slurped on my cock hungrily, licking every inch of my shaft, and suckling on my balls to include some irresistible-discomfort. Once she found a rhythm, and suction that made me purr so gently, she went at it non-stop until my brain melted into the sheets we were frolicking in.

It wasn’t long before I had to call for a break, which she really couldn’t allow given what her body was going through. In a swift and careful manner, she climbed on top of me and slid her pussy easily over my erection, thereafter rocking her hips back and forth to poke her own G-spot repeatedly.

For clarification, it was known to us both that I wasn’t particularly ‘sensitive’ in this (cowgirl) position, since there was some ‘buttons’ that her movements would not hit. So on my end, while I wasn’t overly stimulated, she was free to fuck her own brains out, right on top of me.

After some time of that one-sided ride, she dismounted my cock and went straight back to eating it, this time going so fast and sloppily that she choked more than once at her incessant deep-throat attempts. In no time, I was in a daze again, from the over-stimulation she caused at my groin area.

What I didn’t notice, was while she was going down on me, she managed to find that zip lock pouch, dipped a finger into it again, and brought it close enough to my nose that I had vacuumed it all up. As soon as I was hit by that magic dust, an unstoppable erection showed up along with some kind of rage that resembled fear, jealousy, and the strong urge to ‘punish’.

Within seconds, I had flipped her onto her chest, raised her ass up into the air, and pierced my engorged manhood into her sopping wet pussy. Given what she had done to me, it was too easy to forgo any worry or concern of ‘hurting her’, and let my hips mercilessly slam into her perky ass.

Thrust after thrust, we groaned simultaneously, and almost in sync as our body perspired uncontrollably, turning our emotions into pure piston-like motion that I just couldn’t get enough of. Fueled by the drug, and satiated by the comfort of her wet, fleshy, warm, meat pocket, it was, an interesting rush of guilt and revenge.

What I didn’t expect, was how little we spoke, even if we tried to, due to our constant need to catch our breaths. We were just essentially fucking each other silly as we took turns to ‘move’ when the other got tired. In our defense, we did change to missionary before we didn’t want to ‘disconnect’ another time, and let sometime magical, and unexpected happen.

Halfway through another mindless series of thrusts, she noticed an abundance of ‘white stuff’ exiting her vagina. Upon closer inspection, we realised that I had came, without any knowledge of it, but was still maintaining a very rigid erection. So, like how any man would cope with a hard on, I stuck it back into her and kept going, as wildly as we have been.

When the ‘medication’ finally wore off, I had regained some sensation in my loin and was able to feel my next orgasm. It was kind of logical, for us to slow down once our adrenaline died down, but I still had some to spur me on.

Just as I neared my second climax, I pulled out of her and brought my twitching cock to her mouth, which she was too exhausted to open. Thus with her permission, I slipped it into her mouth and helped myself to her tired tongue, jerking and jutting my hips until the second, big load sprayed into her face.

With that, I expended my last bit of energy and her throat movements signalled the iconic ‘swallow’ she had not had in a long while.

As for the rest of the night, we just slept soundly like a baby until a loud sniff woke me up, to her second ‘dose’ in eight hours. To that, I just laid motionless like a dead fish while she kept herself busy with my dick, a dildo, and her fingers to multiple orgasms. When everything finally died down, she had to confess, that whenever she took meth, and got incredibly horny, she would find men – to cope with that need.

Those very words, stirred me up enough to trigger another hard on, for a much-less intense session where we made ‘true love’, motivated by the jealousy she wished I was more affected by.

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In Plain Sight

(Text message) ‘We’re entering the hall now.’

Walking closely behind them, I couldn’t help but gloat when I saw how he tried to peek into Maeve’s low-cut, loose-fitting blouse that barely covered her voluptuous cups. As jealous as I was aroused when she was so ‘outgoing’ with him, nothing much really happened between the time they bought their move tickets, till the time they found their seats in the theatre.

Sitting just two rows behind them, I had my eyes on Maeve who was snuggling and cozying up to him, before fidgeting in an unmistakable manner. Illuminated by what little light was bouncing off screen, I was more engrossed in how often she was planting kisses on his cheeks, and twitching erratically. When her knees finally came into view, I knew that he had placed his hand, between someplace I had been in.

Slowly, her head began to slid off his shoulder, and disappeared for a brief moment. While it was difficult to make anything out in that kind of dimness, I had his slanting head movements to ‘tell me how well she did’. After some time, one side of her blouse came off her shoulder and I had a vivid imagination to fill in his part of the ‘action’, presumably taking place in front of one or both of her breasts.

Once they had ‘enough’, nothing much happened for the rest of the show, and the end of it marked the beginning of another mystery. Following them at a distance (out of the theatre), I was in constant delight at how he couldn’t keep his hands off her, and Maeve was more than happy to let him have his way.

I couldn’t help but be extremely thrilled, and aroused when Maeve led him into a stairwell, as if something was about to happen. Since I was meant to be ‘invisible’, I had to move slower than I wanted, through the heavy, creaky door and down the steps where I could see what he was up to.

When I finally ‘caught up’ with them (from above), Maeve’s position against a wall, with his back turned to me, allowed us to exchange an assuring gaze, that sort of set her off for something bigger. Within seconds, he was groaning as she was trembling, to each others’ hands that I couldn’t see from my vantage point. I knew she had finally ‘let go’ when she began fumbling with his belt, stripping his bottoms so quickly off that I got momentarily worried for them.

In a blink of an eye, Maeve was already on her knees, head bobbing back and forth at the groin of a man, whom could barely maintain his balance. I was increasingly getting worked up from her dominance when he suddenly jumped away from her, before a few loud splatter echoed throughout the enclosed stairwell. Following that unexpected ‘interruption’, I could hear him apologising continuously while he tried to gather his pants.

Just when I thought the whole ‘deal’ was over, Maeve actually coddled with him, and comforted him like how she would calm a lost, little boy down.

After a few minutes, she was back at her game, pumping and jerking at his groin as he remained shamefully silent. It wasn’t after more time had passed when he got into the mood again, this time keeping his hand busy at her pussy. Soon, it was her turn to remove her tights and I was just relieved to see how that blouse was long enough to cover her vital part, if someone ever walked in on them.

It was only a matter of time, that he would want something out of the ‘effort’ he put in, through those fingers he kept removing to see how ‘wet’ she was. It was about then when Maeve set him off with a whisper in his ears, that sent him rummaging through his crumpled jeans – for a condom. Putting it on in record time, I could tell how amused Maeve was when he stood awkwardly-still in front of her, before she even moved an inch.

(Softly asking) ‘how do you want me?’

(Replying softly) ‘you choose?’

To that, Maeve simply opened her legs and he went seamlessly onto his knees, one step below where she laid. In mere seconds, he slipped his rubberised cock into her and she ‘helped me’ by looping her hands around his neck, to keep his eyes on her while she stared mesmerised at me. Since he was more than happy to do all the work, Maeve only had to moan, however genuinely, ‘at me’ for him to hear.

Some time into the ‘effortless’, stairway romp, Maeve decided to ‘give’ a little back by rubbing herself, to expectedly turn him on even more with a tighter pussy.

(Muffled cry) ‘i’m cumming.. inside you!’

As far as I know, he was going to cum in a condom, and none of us was worried about where else he could cum. Within a minute, his hips buckled and the following few thrusts devoided him of any guilt, or shame for that matter. Once he was done, he pulled carelessly out of her and relieved himself of that cum-catcher, clearly uninterested in any after-sex affection.

From that moment on, I was just listening to his one-sided, evasive speech, mainly to excuse himself from a casual cum-dump. After the dick-and-dasher left, Maeve came up to me and bent right over, the handrails for me to doggy her raw.

How else, could I reward my brave little girl besides filling her pussy full of my cum, and then be treated to a front-row seat to watch her clean me up with her loving mouth. As the last few shops in the mall locked their doors, we found ourselves exploring one of the ‘family rooms’ we had never stepped foot in.

What else would you expect, from two, sexed-up adults in a baby room, if they didn’t attempt to make a baby in there? In my defense, I think it was hot of her to suggest a quickie at the one-way, emergency exit, which was our only way out of the building. That tiny, glass window I banged her against, just made things a whole lot more exhilarating.

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Stranger Still

‘Hey baby.. ‘, I had to exasperate my morning greeting as I felt my smelly being dragged across my eyes, making sure that my senses were not ‘disturbed’ as she unveiled my manhood. Following that sleepy wake-up call, she then proceed to give me the most gentle, soft massage along my rising flagpole, while playfully licking its very tip to further arouse me.

As she kept up with that sensual caress of my precious man-part, I slowly drifted back into a light slumber which was promptly interrupted when she suddenly tucked the entirety of my shaft into her warm mouth. Completely unguarded against her unannounced ‘attack’, I spent the next minute gasping in pleasure as my stick succumbed to her deep, but unhurried blowjob. Before I know it, sparks were flying within my closed eyes, body trembling to every one of her improvised ‘tricks’ that shocked my little one.

Soon, she found a manageable rhythm that kept me shivering and sighing to her up-down moving lips, and started moaning into my loin. ‘Are you touching yourself?’, I asked her in my weak and submissive voice, only to get a head-shake that pushed my other less-known buttons.

I did not think much of that and remained as still as I could while enjoying her blessing, partially fighting the urge to just take control and dick her. When she finally concluded that mind-numbing, royalty-style blowjob, my mind had momentarily forgotten how to make any immediate decisions.

Although I was still in limbo, I could make out what she was up to next by the feet she placed on either side of my hips, followed by the slight pressure of both her hands on my belly. It was apparent that she was about to go wild on top of me and there was nothing more a man could ask for from a girl so willing-to-please. Gradually, her delicate pussy devoured me whole and I was once again thrown into an euphoric abyss.

Despite the unfamiliar ‘style’ she was riding my cock in, I was too turned-on to make any comments, especially about the pussy doing its job too well. The unpredictable contractions, combined with untold wetness, both hit, and soothed, my ravenous rod into an obedient pole. Against my best efforts to sustain my erection as long as possible, it was simply too overwhelming to contain any part of that crazy, strangely-motivated hips.

Before I hit that point-of-no-return, I sounded my usual warning which usually meant ‘keep going’ – except on this particular morning, she had something else in mind. I will still in the mood when she suddenly froze all ‘progress’, pinned my flailing hands onto the bed, and swiftly lifted her pussy off me. Confused, and on the edge of happiness/ sadness, my mind was imagining all sorts of plot twists when a mouth, going over my cock, reminded me of a much simpler ending.

I have to admit, it has been a long time since I came into her mouth, and that unexpected, dirty twist quickly put me back on the train wagon, heading straight for pleasure town, until I felt a second pair of lips along my shaft. The two mouths then took long turns at my erupting penis, switching places at every bad timing they could grasp.

Finally, after an eternity of the two-pronged assault, I made my second call for the previously-failed strike. It was only then, the blindfold was graciously pulled from my eyes so I could watch, the known-but-unfamiliar face gorging on my cock up to the time of explosion. That same load was then airdropped back over my shriveling member, for Maeve to slurp it up as hungrily as she always did. Only this time, she was kind enough to share some (untold portion) of it, thereafter swallowing the rest.

After that, Maeve just dove into my arms and made out with me for as long her partner-in-crime needed to wash and dress herself up, then ‘escaping’ the room before we slacked off. For the rest of the day, we just enjoyed each others’ company without bringing ‘her’ up, and I probably never will unless she spoke about it first.

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Outdoor-sy Spirits

(I greeted) ‘Hi love.’

(Maeve slurring) ‘Heyyy.. proceeds to give me a hug‘

‘Are you ready to head up?’

‘You can keep writing. I would like to sit here for a bit.’

No more than a few minutes after I resumed my work, Maeve placed a hand over my thigh and started sliding it around randomly, effectively-distracting me with the uncertainty of her intent. It didn’t take long for her to finally ‘reach’ my groin area, though she seemed too drunk to know what she was doing.

‘Maeve?’

(She hushed) ‘shhh.. ‘

Skilfully, she wriggled her way into my shorts and grabbed a hold of my erecting weiner before I could say anything else, and took my breath away with her warm grip. What followed was a worrying, erotic, reluctant, and/ or excited struggle to remind her of the ‘risks’, though she might be too oblivious to our ‘surroundings’. In no time, I was as hard as a rock, and all I could think of was ‘what I could do with it’.

Almost immediately, she saw my unspoken dilemma and tugged the worn-out waistband of my shorts down, exposing my cock for a moment before she leaned over. There was no way I could muffle the moan that escaped my mouth when she slipped her lips around it, warming and wetting it so seamlessly. A few seconds in, and I was both thrilled and overwhelmed with a sense of paranoia, but rendered ‘helpless’ by the europhia she was infusing through my loin.

Unlike our past (few) attempts at ‘outdoor fornication’, she did not raise a single eyebrow at our surrounding and kept going at it, splitting my mind between a ‘lookout’ and carnal pleasure. Although there were occasions I had to stop her for the passerbys, she didn’t hesitate to resume her ‘task’ at the next available opportunity.

After ten minutes of one-sided, heart-racing, public blowjob, I had to call for a break to recalibrate my momentum. She switched over to her hand, lubricated my member with some saliva, and kept stroking me as sensually as she could. From teasing the tip of my cock with her thumb, to rolling my balls in her palm, and using her knuckles to give my manhood a mind-blowing massage, she did all that without a care for the world.

(I whispered breathlessly) ‘I’m cumming soon. Can you just move up and down?’

Maintaining a loose grip of my cock, she stood up, went between my legs, and raised her dress up before sitting her pussy over that throbbing meat. I was mentally prepared to ‘restart the entire process’ when she surprised me by simply rubbing herself, and moved her hips just enough to keep me ‘interested’. I didn’t know what she was up to until she was profusely wetter, and tighter with an upward, milking motion along her vaginal walls. Instantly, my body went right to the edge of climax, which was still quite controllable. What I didn’t expect, was for her to slide a finger over my perineum, and prodded it violently.

My vision faded into white momentarily as my hips buckled for that intense orgasm, that I never knew my body was capable of. Spurt after spurt, my ‘big boy’ basically coughed up everything I had until it became soft, and overly-sensitive that a minor ‘tease’ would make it twitch.

My satiated lover then tucked two fingers into her puffy, lower-lips to hold it ‘shut’, stood upright, and proceeded to feed on her cum-coated fingers. Some of it did land on the floor, but for the rest that didn’t, it went into her stomach. By then, I was too spent to do anything else, left for home shortly after.

Back in my bedroom, she was all over me again. Sucking as she touched herself, climaxing once after another. And as soon as I was ‘ready to go’, I didn’t disappoint her and gave her exactly what we have been waiting for – a good, pre-bedtime workout.

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For Stallions Only

Just when I thought I was at my ‘biggest’, I was somewhat glad to see that he was still growing, in terms of girth and length. Maeve and I were just surprised to see how gigantic I could get, to the point it sorts of ached.

(Maeve asked) ‘Are you feeling fine? Does it hurt?’

(I replied) ‘No. It’s achey but not painful. You took the pain away with your mouth.’

That said, she gave me grin and went back to savour my monstrous manhood, keeping up with the pinky-anal-play that she had brought up out of the blue. Once I had built up more ‘urge’ than ‘relaxation’ from the body-tingling blowjob she gave, I invited her to get on top and she obliged eagerly.

Learning that she could barely hold it within her hand, she went into a squatting-position and lowered herself slowly, mixing an up-down hopping motion to guide me in slow. For the first time, she had to pause more frequently due to pain, and even engaged her own fingers for some clit-rub to ease her vagina. What usually took a mere few seconds and a surge of impatience, happened over one to two long minutes, and a tad of fear from riding this ‘beast’.

(She asked) ‘Are you all inside me?’

I nodded to a gasping, wincing girl whom I thought was more than ready for this. Without further ado, she started bouncing atop me and quickly resumed her usual self, hissing and snarling as I repeatedly stuffed her full of meat. Somehow, in the midst of all that passionate, fluid-exchange, I was getting frustrated, like I was in a body that didn’t belong to me, and thus didn’t feel as ‘personal’, ‘relevant’, or ‘present’. In simpler terms, I needed more of everything that we were doing, be it affection, passion, lust, or even rage.

Before I realised, I was grasping her breasts too hard, and she had to pry my hands away to get my attention. When I suggested her to adopt the ‘missionary’ position, I found myself coping with a sense of frustration at her slowness, exhibiting an emotion I was too ‘chill’ for. Once she was on her back, I just jabbed my cock into her and watched her face, strangely hoping to see some kind of helplessness, or discomfort from my pounding.

When I saw more enjoyment than suffering, I placed my thumb and index finger on her clit and pinched it angrily, throwing her off the mindless journey to orgasm. Finally, I found some satisfaction at her sexual expense, and it fueled my engines for more violent thrusts.

(She squealed) ‘J! IT HURTS!’ PLEASE.. PLEASE STOP! LET GO.. OF ME PLEASE.. ‘

Her words faded into the background as I drove my cock deeper into her, deeply enjoying her struggle with that pulsing contraction inside of her. Somehow, I had managed to remember to loosen my grip after tightening my hand around her neck. My body just kept moving on its own despite my complete awareness, even cumming once into her without so much a pause.

When she finally bent one of my fingers back far enough to hurt me sober, I snapped out of the trance and backed away from her, completely aware of what I just did.

(Maeve calmly said) ‘Love? come here love.. It isn’t fault. You didn’t mean to hurt me.’

(I snapped back) ‘What do you mean? I tried to strangle you. I grabbed your boobs so hard that it hurt you and I enjoyed it. I lost myself.’

‘No no.. That’s not what happened. We got too engrossed with making love that you got a little carried away. It doesn’t hurt now. I’m not hurt now. Come here.’

I stepped cautiously into her arms and let her hold me, while I pondered about what came over me. I was still in her embrace when she put a hand over my crotch, where’ he’ was still standing tall.

(Maeve whispered) ‘we should do something about this. what do you feel like doing?’

(I asked shyly) ‘can you go down on me?’

‘with pleasure.’

As far as I could remember, those were the last words before I went rogue again, slamming her face into my groin or vice versa – if she stopped me in any way. I just kept going and gloating at her demise, chugging my long slab of meat down her throat until she was throwing up saliva all over the floor. There wasn’t much memories that remained of that evening, but I knew that she nearly fainted at the moment I came, pouring out cum into her mouth as she fell away from me.

Still hard, I held her legs apart as I went back to missionary, ramming the life out of her. I didn’t notice when did I exactly snap out of it, but I was all cleaned up and dressed when she woke me up with McDonald’s. The next morning, she came clean with the anal suppository she had secretly inserted into me, which contained a (male) performance-enhancing drug.

When we Googled that specific brand, we learnt that it was designed for stallions, for ‘breeding’ purposes. Needless to say, we never went anywhere near to such medications again.