Visiting Family – Part II

I feel threatened and my heartbeat is going up.
I stand before this high wall made of weathered red brick. There is this wooden gate. I push and it opens.
Behind it barren land lying under a deep blue sky with harsh sunlight.
A road leads up a hill.
I walk, run and see far behind me a young man with white gyms, sport shorts and a light blue T-shirt with white lines one the sleeves running towards me.

Suddenly another guys comes running towards me from my right. He has been hiding in a bush and holds something in his hand that looks like a futuristic pistol. He points it at the guy running behind me and smiles. I see my pursuer fall down.

It is a game, some laser shooting thing, I try to reassure myself.

Noise, stumbling, light.
Suddenly I am clear awake.
I am alone in the bed.
Raging panic.

Then I know Princess is up.
She is in the bathroom.

I sigh, relieved.
She is still here.

Then Princess is back in bed. I take her in my arms. We spoon.

“This is such a delicious feeling,” I mumble in my half sleep.
She says something back but I don’t capture it.
I’m gone again.

Suddenly I am somewhere else, with S.  a colleague of mine.
He is suffering and in terrible pain.
A maddening headache torments him he tells me.
I don’t know what to do so I call a doctor but I am brushed off.
“Give him some paracetamol,” he sneers. Then throws down the phone.

Fuck, S. is in pain. I am losing him and I don’t know what to do.
Hell, I am not worthy of my Red Cross certificate.

Something bad is going on.

I am in a hospital with Princess. We are going to pay our respects to S.
He is dead.
The room is filled with mourning siblings.
The doctors cabinet is next to the morgue.

Wait a minute. I am going to teach that miserable fucking son of a bitch a lesson.
No, I have a better idea.
I am going to kill him.
With my bare hands.
The idea arouses me far beyond my imagination.

* * * * *

Suddenly I am awake.
My erection is hard and it hurts.
I need to take a leak.
I brush my teeth while peeing. Yeah, I can do multitasking too.
Walk back into our bedroom.

Princess is dozing.

We spoon.
I am still hard and turned on.
It is maddening and I want to fuck.
Spear Princess.

“Ohhh,” she whispers, “you’re coming in through the backdoor?”

It is delicious and I ask myself why I don’t do this more often. Princess obviously likes it very much this way.
She comes but I keep going. Push her legs wide and touch her. She is wet and longing and two fingers slip in easily.

I wish I had some more slack as I am sure I could get a finger more in there.

Then Princess comes again and squirts.

“You’ll have some homework to take with you,” I tease.
“Oh my, Milord, and you haven’t really started yet.”

I have always fantasized about anal sex and how it would be. Princess was the one that gave it to me. She was my first one.
It exceeded my expectations yet I don’t do it that often. That is quite puzzling.

We kiss.
Time for round two. This morning I am going to visit all three attractions.
I get out of bed. Bathroom and a quick shower for my “down there”.

Princess is waiting for me.
Her pussy is swollen, red and hungry. She is evidently yearning for my cock.

I push myself in her.
Deep.

We fuck.
Hard.

She comes.
I feel her juices flow.

I keep fucking her.
Bite her earlobe.
Hard.
Almost breaking her skin.
I do not want to imagine enjoying the metallic taste of her blood in my mouth.
I am sure I would ejaculate spontaneously.
Oh the sadist in me, not yet really woken up completely.

Princess screams, moans and bites my forearm.

We go on and on.
Soak the bed linen.

Orgasm after orgasm.
Wetness and squirting.
Hair pulling, severe biting her nipples.
Jaw slapping.
Raping.

Fucking and dirty talking.

I push Princess away.
I am panting and my erection is painfully hard.

We have been fucking for almost two hours.
I desperately need relief.

While she licks my nipples I masturbate.
“Suck me,” I growl and she drinks me. Sucking my dick, going for the last drop.
Princess is such a hungry slut.

Princess kisses me.
She hasn’t swallowed everything.
Princess knows I love tasting myself in her mouth.
She is a very good girl.
And a slut.

We get up.
Shower.
Then coffee.

Later on I am driving her home.
I hate doing that.

I am so looking forward to the day all this can simply continue.
No interruptions anymore.
Being together, taking care of each other.

Doing what we were programmed for, conceived for by our parents.

To love each other.
Princess and I.

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