#sluttychallenge

Legs pressed together, like palms in prayer, parting only to receive an answer that will silence the cry expressed in the slight quake of her thighs; eyes downcast upon knees that no longer burn in protest from time spent learning how to ignore the numbness of limbs that have memorised the contours of her spot on the floor; moored arms positioned behind her back, secured by interlocked fingers, creating a tangent to the curve of a backside that belies the countless sessions of open-handed loving it has received...

With the shine of the moon

Baptizing her bare skin,

I think I regained my lost faith.

The way her mouth recites gospels

In long forgotten tongues

Around my hanging cross

Makes me one with Heaven and Hell.

The way her hands praise,

Softly searching for a sign

Of acknowledgement,

Of encouragement.

This is the path to your salvation.

The way she kneels

At my altar

Offering her very soul

To please me,

Her soft warm skin Kissing the cold harsh floor, Yet she stayed there. Calm breathing shows in her breasts, rising and falling In sensual rhythm Her hair tied up to a messy bun And her bum, her cute bum Resting over her feet. Like plum, juicy plum That juicy bum. Her exposed neck Her exposed skin, Glistening in tiny sweat, July summer is a corner away

She knitted words together for a living, which caused her to believe she had a strong grasp on the English language;

                Flynn closed the door behind them, and allowed for a moment of silence so that something more than tension could consume the partially moonlit room. It’d been a while since the two occasional lovers had last seen one another; thus, they decided to follow the feelings that began to return inside of them.

                  The man centered his attention onto Clarissa, a woman of twenty-one. He wished to caress the sensitive body that stood before him, so with his mildly rough hands, he gripped her by her hips and started to casually rub his fingers in semi-circles. Gliding up to her waist, he carefully outlined the length of her curves as if he were dealing with brittle glass that was on the border leading towards destruction. In sync with his hands, he leaned in close, and briefly passed his nose along the nape of her neck; he enjoyed her delightfully distinct scent of tropical coconut and almonds invading his sinus cavities.

                  Clarissa had forgotten how much a shirt could just peel away with such ease. As the rim of the white cotton tee passed over Flynn's head, she was left with the sweet display of his athletic torso to admire. She'd noticed something different about his half naked body this time around though; he still had those lines below his waist, pointing towards her personal pleasure toy, but now, he was sporting a neatly trimmed happy trail. It extended from his navel, stretching south beneath his jeans; seeing this new addition of hair just made Flynn look even sexier in Clarissa's eyes.

                  Wanting more than just the sight of her, Flynn rolled Clarissa onto the twin sized bed. Sliding his body along hers and letting his hips linger on top of hers, he began to trace his fingertips along her relaxed arms. Lifting them above her head as he made these motions, he snaked his hands up to hers and interlocked his fingers with her. He felt a sense of satisfaction having had her pinned to the mattress.  Giving her a gentle peck on her neck, then her cheek, then her nose; before finally drifting over to her lips, he ever so lightly brushed his lips up against hers.

                  Judging by the longing look in Clarissa's eyes, Flynn moved in once more; this time with a passionate kiss aching in hunger that craved her skin. Their mouths slowly started to open, allowing their restless tongues to poke and prod one another. Thoughtlessly grasping her face, Clarissa sat upright, leaning towards Flynn for another kiss. Their tongues began to sway sensually, similar to a dance of tango; with twirls and turns in all directions imaginable.

                  Pushing her back down onto the bed, he had her hoist herself onto her elbows. As Flynn clenched her thighs, he began a slow parting of her legs. Clarissa wore Flynn's favorite lingerie set that night: a lacy black bra that cradled her breasts perfectly, as well as a matching lacy, black thong that struggled in containing her plump, round ass. She looked at Flynn with one of those coy smiles that school children give to their crushes.

                  Flynn made his move and began giving Clarissa delicate kisses around the edges of her panties; making sure to kiss every inch of her body along the way. Repeating this once more, maybe twice; he decided to plant a series of firm kisses on her clothed mound, his grip on her thighs slowly began to tighten.

                  Smothered face first into her steamy crotch, Flynn spread her legs even more so than before. Poking his head up, their eyes locked with an attraction for each other as strong as a pair of magnets; they did have complementary personalities after all. Giving her a devilish smirk, Flynn's mouth grasped the upper rim of Clarissa’s thong and had his teeth begin to cautiously peel them away. All the while they looked lustfully into each other’s eyes.

                  As Flynn's teeth pulled down Clarissa's thong, his hand reached around and cupped a handful of her ripe ass. Squeezing and massaging her cheeks for a while, he latched onto the back of her underwear and guided the material around and over her butt so that her panties completely departed from her body.

                  Pushing her legs back together, Flynn grabbed her by the ankles with one hand and lifted her legs up so they darted towards the ceiling. Flynn felt it was time to have his way with Clarissa. He noted an eager pussy ready to be pleased as it pressed together through her closed legs. Clarissa tilted her head into his line of sight and whispered to him with a hint of a smile across her face, “I want you inside me...”

                As we drove on a few roads, various cars passed by us, the street lamps beamed on us as if a spotlight was highlighting our position. I sifted through a couple of old memories of mine and fetched one on a quiet place where we could be alone.

                The hum of the engine filled the entirety of the car as I drove along the roads, neither of us wanted to break the silence that the repetitive noise created. Up ahead, there had been an opening in the road which led up a hill. I turned into this empty back road and climbed the path, until we found ourselves around a bend at the bottom of the hill; trees shrouded this land with cover. It was rare to find drivers passing through the woods on nights such as this.

                To set the mood, I twisted the dial that controlled the volume and flicked on the chill sound of lounging music. Cracking the windows open, I turned off the headlights and engine. We hurriedly threw off our seat belts and shuffled around as we made our way towards the back seat.

                Pointed in your direction, my face leaned in close, causing our lips to make contact and begin brushing against each others. Switching between kissing your upper and lower lip, or both; our lips parted by chance, making way for our tongues to engage in the occasional poke and wrestling match.

                As we were making out, I lifted one of my free hands and ran my fingers through the length of your hair. Caressing your face with the other, my lips broke away from your own and started to move towards your neck. Brushing stray hairs away, I began my trail of firm kisses planted along the exposed nape of your neck.

                With your eyes closed, enjoying the warmness of my body pressed against yours; my soft, wet lips crawled along your neck, imprinting themselves along your skin. With separated lips, you squeezed your eyes for a moment, and let out a quiet moan.

                Your breath began to quicken. My hands moved towards your hips, firmly anchoring you in place; with one hand still on your hip, I shoved my weight over you and pressed my hand along your cotton covered torso. Exploring your chest, the cleavage from your low cut top begged to be released; my eyes lingered on the sight of your soft, smooth, skin; you noted my gaze and released a simple laugh, it caused your chest to jiggle, showing just how bouncy your breasts were.

                Through with the games, I reached over and took off your shirt, tugging away at your shorts. Unhooking your bra, I tossed it up front along with your other clothes, and indulged myself in the sight of the most perfect pair of breasts my eyes had ever seen. Your nipples were rock hard, darting forward; catching my instant attention. My mouth started to water. You positioned your body, so you had your back on the backseat, and raised your knees to your sides of your body.

                Tempted by your inviting pose, I snaked my way towards you and started caressing your boobs; the feeling of them filling my hands felt nice. Cupping your breasts with light squeezes, on occasion, my thumbs rubbed your nipples in small circles. Interrupting these with the sporadic licking of your nipples, as well as the slow occasional suck.

                I noticed that your body started to get hotter, you were taking even deeper breaths. Your nipples remained stiff as I continued to feed you pleasure. The moans and whimpers you let out grew even louder than before.

                I knew you were becoming hornier, you could sense it deep inside your pussy, reaching through the cavity of your stomach. Your lips were craving for something to latch onto, you wanted to be stuffed; your eyes reflected this desire, seeming to say, “Have at it.”

                You bucked your hips up and began to grind your clit against my crotch. Ripping off your panties, I spread your legs as far as the backseat allowed for and started trailing my padded fingers along your skin.

                Kissing along your firm thighs, sparks of electricity jolted through each kiss, leaving an aftershock behind each one. My hand made its way around to your juicy ass, and I began squeezing it as I took in more tastes of you. Trailing up your inner thighs in kisses, I licked right along the crease near your outer lips.

                Wanting your entire vulva in my mouth, I took in the sight of your steaming pussy. Pressing my face in between your legs, I inhaled and took a long sniff of you— the unique scent of a woman. Inches away from your sticky honeypot, I let out a breath of warm air against your vagina. You shivered with tingles crawling up along your body in response to how good it felt.

                By this point we were both horny for each other, and even though the windows were ajar, we still managed to fog up the transparent glass, but you didn’t notice it. As I teased your body, you were just letting the dreamy music take you away into your own world of pleasure.

                Starting from the bottom, I began to lick your entire vulva as if it was a scoop of ice cream on a hot summer’s day, almost to the point to where I almost touched your clit. Returning to the bottom, I started to zig-zag my rough yet slick tongue across your inner and outer lips; sometimes letting my tongue lap at the entrance of your vagina.

                I’d wet my large fingers and started to slide them along your vulva, similar to a massage. As I did this, you could only recall ripples of pleasure spreading throughout your body, and I could feel your vagina getting wetter and wetter for me; your juices trickling puddles of liquid down my hand.

                My tongue started to tease your clit; I started with gentle licks, then transitioned to firm circles, moving onto side to side, and even used up and down motions, all at a constant pace. More and more warm ripples of pleasure spread and tingled throughout your body.

                As I sucked on your clit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, one of my fingers started massaging the entrance of your womanhood. Plunging my finger inside, you sucked in a quick breath of air, and let out yet another soft groan.

                As your tight vagina clung onto my finger, I began fingering you. Adding an addition finger inside, I bent my fingers and repeatedly pressed against your G-spot, which only increased the train of pleasure that you continued to ride with ease.

                Consumed by the pleasure high my body kept giving you, deeper than before, you were breathing even heavier. Continuing to buck up, your hips stretched forward so that your clit could receive the most pleasure from my teasing touches. Your thighs tightened around my neck and took your hand placing it on the back of my head, and thrust my face even closer towards your hungry hole.

                You knew you were reaching it, your body gave it all away through your moans. As your pleasure climbed higher, you tried to make out in between multiple moans, “Don’t stop… I’m almost… going to cum…”

                You returned to the comfort of your land of pleasure. With a soaked vagina; your juices spread all over the lower part of my face like a honey glazed ham, but I didn’t care, you tasted too good to me.

                I kept teasing your G-spot and kept licking away at your clit, your legs twitched and started to tremble as a result. Causing you to inhale many quick breaths of air, reaching your climax you gasped, “I’m cumming…” through a series of moans.

                Your hips rhythmically shot upwards, with your lips clamping onto my fingers; the interior walls rapidly contracted upon them, leaving the small of your back to arch towards the ceiling multiple times. Due to the storm of pleasure coursing through your body, with every movement you made, the feelings intensified.

                This went on for a while for me, but felt like your personal sliver of eternity for you. Letting out a huge sigh, your body collapsed back onto the seat, and you rested there numb in the warmth of an explosive orgasm. All you could do was just laugh and stay still. I let you gather yourself for a while so you could collect the parts of yourself that you needed to return to reality.