08-05-2008, 05:20 AM
Reunion written by Chinadoll
Ariel locked and chained the front door, turning off the lights in the living room, before going up the spiral staircase. She was tired and all she wanted was a nice hot shower. Shawn was out of town on business and would be gone for the next to two days. She licked her lips just thinking about him.
She missed him desperately. As she walked up the twelve carpeted steps, she pulled the long blue tee shirt that she'd borrowed from his sweat drawer up over her head, revealing the soft brown skin beneath. She dropped the shirt into the clothing hamper as she walked into the bedroom and smiled at the reflection that met her in the mirror of her vanity. She was by no means a raging beauty, at least in her eyes. Short and compact, her chocolate skin smooth and tempting to most men's eyes. She didn't quite understand why men reacted the way they did to her. Her own husband had seen her only once before he was professing his undying love for her.
She was performing in an African Dance Show, he was in the audience. She had the second lead role. She could feel his eyes sliding over her delicate form as she moved across the stage. After the show, he sent her roses and cards everyday. It took him only a week to ask her out and only months for them to become serious, they married after knowing each other only a year. She glanced past her naked form to the wedding picture that sat on the night table and smiled softly. She missed him terribly.
She grabbed a hair band and pulled her thick bushel of brown and red highlighted braids up into a tight bun on top of her head, moving into the connecting bathroom. She turned on the shower, instantly filling the small room with steam. Grabbing a washcloth, she stepped inside the small squared box and slid the door shut behind her. The water felt like tiny delicate fingers gingerly moving over her skin. It glistened underneath the light spray, she closed her eyes and let the water spill onto her face, soaking up the affection she could not get from the man she loved. Her hands moved over her wet slick body, sliding first down the smooth curves of her weighted breasts, down the slope of her flat chocolate belly, on down the sides of her rounded hips and soft thighs. Suddenly, the door to the shower slid open.
She jumped and gasped, startled at the intruder. A slow smile creeped across her lips as she began to see who the man was that stood before her gloriously naked. She swallowed convulsively as he stepped into the spray of water beside her, closing the shower door. She took a step back, pressing her back against the tiled wall. He stood at least six feet four, with chiseled broad shoulders and a thick sculpted chest. His belly was flat, his hips and thighs appearing cut out of solid rock. She licked her lips and looked up at the specials brown circles that seemed to be eating her alive as they watched her so intensely. Her breath caught. He stepped towards her, putting both hands onto her hips and lowered his mouth down to claim hers. She melted to his embrace, his tongue slipping into the warm caverns of her mouth.
So absorbed in the very essence of him, she was not prepared for the instant shock that suddenly filled the pit of her stomach and slowly began to radiate down between her brown thighs. The wind suddenly pushed out of her and she grunted slightly, his thick fist still pushing into her belly. He pushed his solid body against her to keep her from pulling away and lifted his knuckles away from her stomach to let her breath deeply into his mouth, which still claimed hers. Without warning, he let his fist again push into her. Her breath again escaped her and she moaned softly, pulling her arms up around his neck, her own tongue touching his.
One hand came up to encircle her tiny waist, while the other fist again drove into her unprotected, relaxed middle. She grunted again and jerked slightly from the impact. When they finally pulled away, she leaned back against the tiled wall and pressed her hands behind her. She smiled seductively up at him, leaving herself open for his fists. Shawn always surprised her when he went away on business. Whether it be with some big present that would get the smile he loved to see, or with the knowledge that he was completely unpredictable. Whatever the case may be, she was always ready for him. Just that night, she had drank enough milk to kill a cow. It was what he liked to see her vomit. He said it did things to him he could not explain. He immediate readiness was what kept him so entranced with her. She never let him down. She licked her lips invitingly, pulling a smile from his own handsome face.
He laid a flattened hand against her swollen middle and his breath caught with the immediate tightening between his legs. Slowly, he lowered his lips down to kiss the soft surface of her belly, his tongue lightly tracing the outside of her innie belly button. She purred with response. He stood up and watched her body arch in a pleasure from just the touch of his tongue. He swallowed thickly and lowered his mouth to hers again. His big hands moved slowly over her wet body, gliding over every curve. She moaned and pushed towards the inside of his palm. He let his hand roll into a fist as it paused over her swollen middle, lifting it a few inches from the surface and smashing it into the center of the mound.
"Mmff." She whispered, bending slightly from the impact. He quickly pulled her shoulders up, pinning them against the tile and pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth. Her arms came up around his neck, to keep from clutching her stomach. There was a dull ache slowly coursing through her now and the thought of the feeling intensifying made her moan. He lifted his fist a few more inches away and let it smash into the same spot. "Mummph." She gasped and doubled as much as his body pushing against her would permit. She coughed slightly, pulling her mouth away from his to try to breathe. He punched her again in response. She doubled and tried to turn away. He would not allow it. He took both of her wrists in one of his hands, his knee coming up between her legs to keep her in place and facing him, then let his free fist slam into her belly.
"Mmph." She gasped and jerked from the force of the blow. They were getting harder with each pause. The water from the shower was turning cold, but it did not seem to phase Shawn as he stared down at the woman who made men become simpering idiots when she walked by. He licked his lips with anticipation and plowed another fist into her swollen belly. He could feel the abundance of liquid squishing around beneath his knuckles, her insides pushing apart to make room for his fist. The sensation sent tiny drills of prickly shocks through his skin and centered between his muscular thighs.
Her coughing brought him out his daze and was quickly rewarded with several more quick jabs to the stomach. Her belly convulsed under his fist and he could feel the liquid pushing up trying to get free. He punched her again, a hard and deep blow, that seemed to allow her flesh to swallow his fist up to his wrist. He left it there this time, heavy force behind it. Her head dropped forward against his thick chest just as a thick stream of white liquid spilled out of her mouth. It slid down his chest, his thighs, his feet and was quickly washed away by the spray of water from the shower. She coughed and her knees began to tremble from dizziness. He steadied her with his knee, then dropped her wrists, encircling her waist. He punched her again "Mmpph!"
She fell weakly against him, her hands pressed against his chest as she tried to breathe. He brought his fist up underneath her body, and plowed a right-hook deeply into her belly button. "MMpph" She managed just before another gush of white liquid pushed up and out of her mouth. Her knees went out from under her and she collapsed against him, nearly sliding down the tiled surface. He caught her, jerking her back to her feet and punched her again. "Mmpphm" She cried out and jerked forward against his fist, milk spilling out of her mouth as she basically hung over his fist. He turned them both to where his back was against the tiled wall, pulling her against his chest and easing her down onto his erect member. He rolled his hands together in one big fist and pulled them around to push up into her stomach, just above her belly button.
Slowly, at first, he began to push deeply inside her, his fist doing the same to her belly. She cried out between spurts of vomiting. Both their bodies tingled with the onslaught of climax. As his strokes intensified, so did the pressure to her middle. She was too weak do anything but lay against him and let her body melt to his will. When he finally brought them both, he responded with violent trembling, his muscles tightening from the spasms. She responded with trembling of her own, as well as the last several long gushes of milk pushing itself up from her stomach. After several long minutes to compose himself, he lowered them both to the shower floor and let the cold water wash over them. She lay exhausted, battered and too sick to move. His hand came up to rest over hers that already lay over her now throbbing belly, just as his lips pushed over her damp forehead. "I missed you." He whispered. She smiled and squeezed his hand.
Ariel locked and chained the front door, turning off the lights in the living room, before going up the spiral staircase. She was tired and all she wanted was a nice hot shower. Shawn was out of town on business and would be gone for the next to two days. She licked her lips just thinking about him.
She missed him desperately. As she walked up the twelve carpeted steps, she pulled the long blue tee shirt that she'd borrowed from his sweat drawer up over her head, revealing the soft brown skin beneath. She dropped the shirt into the clothing hamper as she walked into the bedroom and smiled at the reflection that met her in the mirror of her vanity. She was by no means a raging beauty, at least in her eyes. Short and compact, her chocolate skin smooth and tempting to most men's eyes. She didn't quite understand why men reacted the way they did to her. Her own husband had seen her only once before he was professing his undying love for her.
She was performing in an African Dance Show, he was in the audience. She had the second lead role. She could feel his eyes sliding over her delicate form as she moved across the stage. After the show, he sent her roses and cards everyday. It took him only a week to ask her out and only months for them to become serious, they married after knowing each other only a year. She glanced past her naked form to the wedding picture that sat on the night table and smiled softly. She missed him terribly.
She grabbed a hair band and pulled her thick bushel of brown and red highlighted braids up into a tight bun on top of her head, moving into the connecting bathroom. She turned on the shower, instantly filling the small room with steam. Grabbing a washcloth, she stepped inside the small squared box and slid the door shut behind her. The water felt like tiny delicate fingers gingerly moving over her skin. It glistened underneath the light spray, she closed her eyes and let the water spill onto her face, soaking up the affection she could not get from the man she loved. Her hands moved over her wet slick body, sliding first down the smooth curves of her weighted breasts, down the slope of her flat chocolate belly, on down the sides of her rounded hips and soft thighs. Suddenly, the door to the shower slid open.
She jumped and gasped, startled at the intruder. A slow smile creeped across her lips as she began to see who the man was that stood before her gloriously naked. She swallowed convulsively as he stepped into the spray of water beside her, closing the shower door. She took a step back, pressing her back against the tiled wall. He stood at least six feet four, with chiseled broad shoulders and a thick sculpted chest. His belly was flat, his hips and thighs appearing cut out of solid rock. She licked her lips and looked up at the specials brown circles that seemed to be eating her alive as they watched her so intensely. Her breath caught. He stepped towards her, putting both hands onto her hips and lowered his mouth down to claim hers. She melted to his embrace, his tongue slipping into the warm caverns of her mouth.
So absorbed in the very essence of him, she was not prepared for the instant shock that suddenly filled the pit of her stomach and slowly began to radiate down between her brown thighs. The wind suddenly pushed out of her and she grunted slightly, his thick fist still pushing into her belly. He pushed his solid body against her to keep her from pulling away and lifted his knuckles away from her stomach to let her breath deeply into his mouth, which still claimed hers. Without warning, he let his fist again push into her. Her breath again escaped her and she moaned softly, pulling her arms up around his neck, her own tongue touching his.
One hand came up to encircle her tiny waist, while the other fist again drove into her unprotected, relaxed middle. She grunted again and jerked slightly from the impact. When they finally pulled away, she leaned back against the tiled wall and pressed her hands behind her. She smiled seductively up at him, leaving herself open for his fists. Shawn always surprised her when he went away on business. Whether it be with some big present that would get the smile he loved to see, or with the knowledge that he was completely unpredictable. Whatever the case may be, she was always ready for him. Just that night, she had drank enough milk to kill a cow. It was what he liked to see her vomit. He said it did things to him he could not explain. He immediate readiness was what kept him so entranced with her. She never let him down. She licked her lips invitingly, pulling a smile from his own handsome face.
He laid a flattened hand against her swollen middle and his breath caught with the immediate tightening between his legs. Slowly, he lowered his lips down to kiss the soft surface of her belly, his tongue lightly tracing the outside of her innie belly button. She purred with response. He stood up and watched her body arch in a pleasure from just the touch of his tongue. He swallowed thickly and lowered his mouth to hers again. His big hands moved slowly over her wet body, gliding over every curve. She moaned and pushed towards the inside of his palm. He let his hand roll into a fist as it paused over her swollen middle, lifting it a few inches from the surface and smashing it into the center of the mound.
"Mmff." She whispered, bending slightly from the impact. He quickly pulled her shoulders up, pinning them against the tile and pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth. Her arms came up around his neck, to keep from clutching her stomach. There was a dull ache slowly coursing through her now and the thought of the feeling intensifying made her moan. He lifted his fist a few more inches away and let it smash into the same spot. "Mummph." She gasped and doubled as much as his body pushing against her would permit. She coughed slightly, pulling her mouth away from his to try to breathe. He punched her again in response. She doubled and tried to turn away. He would not allow it. He took both of her wrists in one of his hands, his knee coming up between her legs to keep her in place and facing him, then let his free fist slam into her belly.
"Mmph." She gasped and jerked from the force of the blow. They were getting harder with each pause. The water from the shower was turning cold, but it did not seem to phase Shawn as he stared down at the woman who made men become simpering idiots when she walked by. He licked his lips with anticipation and plowed another fist into her swollen belly. He could feel the abundance of liquid squishing around beneath his knuckles, her insides pushing apart to make room for his fist. The sensation sent tiny drills of prickly shocks through his skin and centered between his muscular thighs.
Her coughing brought him out his daze and was quickly rewarded with several more quick jabs to the stomach. Her belly convulsed under his fist and he could feel the liquid pushing up trying to get free. He punched her again, a hard and deep blow, that seemed to allow her flesh to swallow his fist up to his wrist. He left it there this time, heavy force behind it. Her head dropped forward against his thick chest just as a thick stream of white liquid spilled out of her mouth. It slid down his chest, his thighs, his feet and was quickly washed away by the spray of water from the shower. She coughed and her knees began to tremble from dizziness. He steadied her with his knee, then dropped her wrists, encircling her waist. He punched her again "Mmpph!"
She fell weakly against him, her hands pressed against his chest as she tried to breathe. He brought his fist up underneath her body, and plowed a right-hook deeply into her belly button. "MMpph" She managed just before another gush of white liquid pushed up and out of her mouth. Her knees went out from under her and she collapsed against him, nearly sliding down the tiled surface. He caught her, jerking her back to her feet and punched her again. "Mmpphm" She cried out and jerked forward against his fist, milk spilling out of her mouth as she basically hung over his fist. He turned them both to where his back was against the tiled wall, pulling her against his chest and easing her down onto his erect member. He rolled his hands together in one big fist and pulled them around to push up into her stomach, just above her belly button.
Slowly, at first, he began to push deeply inside her, his fist doing the same to her belly. She cried out between spurts of vomiting. Both their bodies tingled with the onslaught of climax. As his strokes intensified, so did the pressure to her middle. She was too weak do anything but lay against him and let her body melt to his will. When he finally brought them both, he responded with violent trembling, his muscles tightening from the spasms. She responded with trembling of her own, as well as the last several long gushes of milk pushing itself up from her stomach. After several long minutes to compose himself, he lowered them both to the shower floor and let the cold water wash over them. She lay exhausted, battered and too sick to move. His hand came up to rest over hers that already lay over her now throbbing belly, just as his lips pushed over her damp forehead. "I missed you." He whispered. She smiled and squeezed his hand.