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CALLASSA
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The Lizzie Starks Band
No. IV
Rock n’Roll Forever
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Written for my darling and the promise to be kept that we would share a sticky threesome
In our satiating sex we are together wetted, tangled and invigorated
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CALLASSA
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The Burning Pyre
Lizzie, Ursula Darling Pink Hair
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Precious boy-baby darling
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HOT PULSATING
WET, WET, WET
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… and the door to darling baby’s house opened into a silent, semi-lit, narrow carpeted hallway, which led to the stairs. This was the private space of a man and in its difference (than that of a woman) the effect on me was immediate. I think the flavour and anticipation was being mixed with an odour, nay the perfume of a man and it was this latter that hit me first. As I said, I was also hyper conscious of my condition because I had no control over what my body was making, my most intimate wetness and for being so, that most precious of all solution. To think that soon … soon, oh my … I walked slowly because I was passing adornments that the man I was in love with had bought and they were his personality being strewn over the floor, upon the walls that were nicely adorned with framed art. Gosh how mega-different darling precious was than most in Hamp. Needless to say it was a surprise to everyone when he turned up that day, standing outside as he was, being eyed by all and sundry. An intelligent, lovely, gorgeous thing … I wanted him inside me there and then. I wanted to know what he tasted like. I could only imagine, then.
I mentioned the word ‘love’ and I am not using it lightly because I am in love with this flashing beacon of sexual pleasure. Well, I say that’s love though lots might disagree. We’ll see.
Now I was a trite wobbly and the hand rail helped me up the stairs. I could have done the ascent by myself though. Ha! Wow, like I could have allowed myself to pass out.
Would darling baby be awake, lying there, holding himself in readiness to me to slide him inside me? I had told him I was going to come and to leave the door unlocked. Still, I can’t predict what will happen to me during that very first touching, that place where everything dances in a frenzied smile. See I can write when I want! Well, when there is something to write about.
I was at the top of the stairs, at the cutest landing ever, but I had no desire to appreciate anything because I needed to undress, to discard what was a barrier to sex. I was facing his door, I knew it was his door because all the houses here had the same design, not a great deal of originality, but what am I rattling on about? Yes, I was trying to control myself but gosh, it was impossible so to do. I had the top of my all in one unzipped and had kicked off my shoes. All there need be now was to step out of it without tripping myself and ending up at the bottom of the stairs. My knickers and bra were easier to be rid of, but were they? When free of my bra I realised just how wet I was. With my knicker elastic I was pulling a long strand of stickiness. I could see its glistening in the half light of heaven. I was out of control. I wanted that most fabulous flow to stroke his lips but there was more to come and . . . and . . . I was naked.
I took a deep breath and it did nothing at all to ease my loss of control. I could feel the inside of my thighs were wet and I wanted to be quiet while opening the door but my hands were also wet and did nothing to assist me in the awkward turning of the handle.
Was I bleeding? I so very dearly hoped not but I couldn’t let that stop me. I touched myself and felt assured I wasn’t.
The door was open and I saw him there, sleeping, slightly turned to one side. There was a bedside light with tiny women designed into its shade. Darling baby slept while women danced upon his face.
The bed had a short frame so it allowed me to easily lift the blankets and slowly and determinably to crawl underneath them. I was immediately in contact with his legs. Oh my, my, my his legs were kissing my breasts and thereon my nipples were bursting.
After moving the blankets so I could sit astride him I was where I wanted to be. I hadn’t touched what would soon be deep inside my body. That lust wand, pounding glory bone. I wanted to savour the first touch, my long explosion, my rampaging across the planet and beyond.
I kissed his eyes and I knew he was awake, yes, I did.
I whispered into his face, “I am here,”
“I know,” he said, with equally sensuous and soft sound, “Lizzie, I’ve been waiting for you.”
“I’ve been waiting forever and I have the tears to show.”
It was true, yes it was. I had entered womanhood anew, in the process discarding all that preceded this and what had only mediocrity attached. I was being taken into a fantastic realm, where love abounded with yellow colour, in a fabulous festoon, and there was green and brown adorning the exquisite beauty of a new world.
“In your presence I can’t be the vulgar and improper woman.”
I was lying, obviously, but would hold off on being vulgar, but not for long.
“It doesn’t matter, Lizzie. Really, it doesn’t.”
And with a suddenness that literally hit me harder than anything ever had, he was inside me. That first touch sent me in a fast throbbing flood to where lives the most magical orgasmic tumult, nothing else. Was I going to faint? Was I, to become unconscious?
I had the most fantastic orgasm and though in its slowly leaving linger I could speak somewhat, I did not try. Could I be the dominant force, or rather be a sharing partner? Whatever, I needed my darling to remain inside me and so I could squeeze and cling, as a child clings to the parent. In my inner holding I could move very slowly, rhythmically, in the wake of a never gone away eruption.
Would I change soon and become the wild furore that tears and burns for the pleasure boy? Would I? Hurt him for my need, for my satiating avalanche of palpitating joy? Joy, joy … joy had in the ride of the man-boy and all the while the gaze of my woman power, or … to gently and softly love him with tender feeling imbued? Hmmmm, you might wonder.
I have to say though, that the first insertion, the impregnating of me by what I had dreamt of for days upon end had sent me reeling headlong and in the residual throes I was incapable of anything but joy from that first sudden touch of him upon my gaping and overly wetted chasm.
“My sweet, boy-baby bouncing beautiful, I want you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me and never stop.”
Upon my acknowledging sweet darling’s rhythm I was again ignited into the splendid and fully loaded bomb quick to explode and explode …. Oh, fucking vibrations in Hell … God fucking help me …
My orgasm was elemental, of flames, wetted sicky syrup and ether and I was losing myself, soon to become a crumpled heap upon his chest.
There was a sound of the slowly opening door and it served to deliver me, if only partially into realisation of the moment. It was Ursula’s newly done pink hair and harlequins that … that … My turning was setting me off again, woooosh, woooosh, the steam train, the big piston and the noise. Oh, fucking Hell, the hot ashes spewing into the air. I wasn’t even able to acknowledge her, the simply gorgeous thing that had shagged each and every moment of my life. Heaven had entered. My orgasm was driving me into a craze , a mad fucking and shivering pounding tsunami. She had to hurry, to be naked with us. Hurry. Hurry. Ursula because I am going to melt in a pleasure death.
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Lizzie,Ursula Darling Pink Hair
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Precious boy-baby
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“Shhhh.”
Oh, what was I saying in my pleasure fuck-delirious condition?
Ursula darling pink hair was behind me and with the tip of her tongue I had become the first woman astronaut to fly naked in space and kiss aliens everywhere. Oh, fucking, fucking Hell. When I bent forward I had what I often went to sleep with in my mind, now in my mouth. Yes, that erect, hard and utterly gorgeous cock, in my tongue massaging mouth.
I looked up and with a smile asked him, I asked baby-love, “Are you alright?”
“Oh, bloody, bloody Hell.”
I wanted to swallow what flew as a hypersonic jet stream through all man-boy and woman time. I needed him to cum on my tongue and he would soon, I could tell.
Pink haired beauty would share this delight but first she was stroking his lips and it was to set the stage for the tasting of heaven’s pink bubbly. I already knew her taste so well and its effect while at home in my love tunnel as I had often held and entertained it’s sweetly fragranted feel.
I knew instantly baby was cumming, nay sperming in my mouth, beautiful baby’s pulsating squirt. With my hand a gentle pushing of his skin and then equally gently up and down, up and down wank … Now we knew each other much better and there was going to be more, more and more, to put it bluntly.
I had saved the best bit for Ursula darling pink hair and with a blow kissed it into her mouth. Then after our mutual swallowing of semen and with a shared giggle she began arranging herself so to sit astride boy’s handsome face.Yes so very handsome nay pretty I say, and intelligent too. Yeah! Gentle motions now, so just to touch his lips with hers. I kneeled behind her because I wanted to fuck her where the whole of existence had often come and gone, come and gone from a mass fucking nuclear blast. I pushed my fingers deep inside her fresh, tight hole and with my head against her back I listened to her pleasure. In and out. In and out as she rocked. I wanted her to shout and scream, for her fingers to claw insanely at the sheets while succumbing to that inner vibrating, streaming release I was making for her, and it flowing sticky and hot into darling baby’s mouth.
I would work her until I could achieve the fist-fucking glory hole smile, but I would never hurt her. I knew when to stop. Well, usually.
Baby’s darling lips were all wet with the sweetest of all nectars and I wanted to be a honey bee and kiss it all off bzzzzzzzzzzzz and then the swallow who, invigorated would without effort glide high across the sky.
“Beautiful ,” I whispered into baby’s eyes. “Are you pleased you came to live here with us?”
“Ohhhhh. More than anything, ever.”
“That’s all right then. Ha!”
I laughed while Ursula, gorgeous pink haired goddess having moved was rearranging herself. She was reaching for her knitted bag with the Baphomet symbol sewn in. She’d brought her strap-on dildo, at my request. That and a bottle of Brandy for later, or before…
Yes, baby gorge did taste so gooooooooood. My tongue was playing with the tip of his and I was swallowing Ursula’s residual presence, it was purity’s essence itself. What a taste, that I could bottle it. I pushed my tongue deep into the mouth that had licked the birth canal of all men, past, present and future. That slow slide out, slow, slow slide. Darling held my hair that I couldn’t move, though I would soon.
It was minutes later that Ursula pretty pink locks gently tapped me with the dildo. She wanted to fuck me and baby boy lay where he could watch the majestic slide of plastic, watch the thrusting, the pounding, the screaming in pleasure and the perspiration falling in droplets from my breasts and onto his cock. I gently manoeuvred baby so he could enjoy, enjoy, enjoy. Oh, what is anything else to this, to the woman pleasure intoxicant? What?
I was where I wanted to be with baby’s head beneath my wet and cavernous hole and then pretty pink began fucking me. Fucking and fucking and fucking. I screamed at the top of my voice and exhaled madly into the very air I was to breathe. Oh, when she put the dildo into where the sun appeared each morning I was dancing in ecstasy.
I could feel the probe of baby’s tongue and I was cumming continuously onto it, onto his face. One long, long, cum, all for baby to swallow and compare me to the sweetest wines. ‘Sir, might this one be to your liking?’ ‘Yes that that’s terrific…..terrrrrrrific, bring me a bucket full.’
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”
It was the most glorious climax I ever had and it wasn’t finished yet.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH. YES. YES. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.”
I needed to squeeze with my legs and there was baby to squeeze against. Oh …. I wanted him to know he was my maker of the best time.
What is there to know really? What is there so fucking useful in comparison to this, this woman fucking? They know nothing those out there. Fuck them all.
I couldn’t fuck sweet princess in pink just yet. No, I was too wiped out and would be for a short while so I needed coffee and the brandy. I needed plenty by way of energy boosting. We could share a drink together here on the bed and laugh while whispering the most wonderful of things to each other. Then we could begin anew. It would not be long.
I knew where the kitchen was because these houses were the same design, see, like I said when I was boring. Some knowledge has use, but would I make it to there because I was feeling quite wobbly even while lying beside baby, so what the fuck?
I was looking at the strap-on and in its glory it was a sure weapon. Men want guns, to drive a fucking tank, lots do, not all though and we, yes we, have plastic to insert into each other’s cunt with great ferocity and live in lusting of the most fulfilling time.
We needed to be drunk. Yes, very fucking drunk.
There was a residual sticky cum on its way out of me, before I caught it. With a finger I traced baby’s lips and watched the effect in his eyes. This was my expressive art; music, painting and poetry and all that I had not created yet. I could feel my vagina, my fuck hole becoming wanton.
“Darling baby,” I whispered. “You are mine and you are ours.”
“Hmmmmmmmmm.”
“And my mind is in my clit, I mean what you are going to do to it.”
“That’s OK., Lizzie dear girl . . . and Ursula, sweet.”
“She is real sweet and you should know. Yes, she did bring handuffs too. Trar Lar Lar . . . A woman’s voice is the pulsating power in all throughout space and her tears are the rain that here, dances upon the roses fair. Trar Lar Lar….”
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Yours truly, Lizzie Starks
To be continued
(after brandy and coffee, perhaps a cigarette too if darling boy-baby darling allows it)
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CALLASSA
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The Lizzie Starks Band. Extract No. I
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The Lizzie Starks Band. Extract No. II
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The Lizzie Starks Band. Extract No. III
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Ursula Darling Pink Hair has her very own stuff
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CALLASSA
In the Company of Women