VSR Tape · Part 2

VSR Tape · Part 2 (2/2)
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e rubbed his index finger around the sensitive point just under his glans. Thin, clear fluid oozed out of his piss hole and gleamed on the ebony head.

Seeing his girlfriend getting hot over something he wrote was turning him on fiercly. Rhoda seemed hesitant as she opened her mouth to say something else. Her pixelated image rippled as a bad spot on the tape rolled past the video head. "Greg," Rhoda said in her breathy voice, "I know I act kind of prudish some of the time. I can't help it because it was part of the way I grew up. I've tried to change that, especially with your help." Greg began to feel embarrassed, listening to his girlfriend's sudden outpouring of honesty while he had one of his hands on his cock. "And I want you to know that I'm *not* a prude." With those words, Rhoda got off the stool and started to unbutton her blouse.

Greg's throat went dry. His girlfriend's blouse came open with the last button and her small, flatly nippled breasts appeared. Greg sighed, his eyes eagerly roaming over the video-small reproduction of two of his favorite organs. "Damn it," Rhoda said, as she noticed the dark stain in her slacks. "Look what you did!" she accused. "You and your pussy eating…" Rhoda's hands roamed over the crotch of her slacks, assessing the level of damage done by her natural lubricants. Greg stroked his prick, hoping Rhoda would do what she had not let him see her do before. "Ummm…" The sound escaped from Rhoda's throat suddenly.

Her hand was rubbing her crotch in a new but familiar way, the fingers held together. Her eyes were closed. Greg had his wide open, his fist sliding up and down his cock. The pulse of blood ran through it with regular throbs, twitching the dark length slightly. Rhoda's image stopped rubbing herself suddenly as she realized what she was doing. "Shit," Greg exclaimed, hoping this wasn't the end of what was turning out to be a very great tape. It wasn't. "I'm going to give you a present, baby," Rhoda said. She was taking off her slacks as she spoke. "Because truthfully, I've been pretty horny too. And I am *not* a prude!" This last comment seemed directed more at herself than at Greg.

Her slacks off, Rhoda stood with her hands on her hips, facing the camera. She was looking towards the side. "I'm too fat," she said towards the monitor. "Bullshit," Greg said. Why the hell did she always think that? "Anyways, I'm going to do myself right here and tape it and send the tape to you. And I'll be reading your letter while I do it!" Rhoda gave one of her sexy smiles, eyelids lowered seductively. Greg groaned in appreciation. It was a fantasy coming to life. It was an unexpected surprise. It was making his balls pull up into his belly. Rhoda sat down on the stool again, her legs spread open and crooked up part way so that she was perched with her cuntle fully visible.

She picked up Greg's letter from the tilted table, the paper rustling as she flattened it out so she could hold it one hand. "Where was I? Umm…" Rhoda skimmed over part of the letter, than found her spot. "'I really love it! I love to taste your juices and feel the hot skin of your thighs against my cheeks. You make happy and excited sounds as I tongue your clit and then suck on it gently.'" Rhoda's right hand was between her legs now, rubbing and stroking her snatch. The camera wasn't close enough for Greg to see the details enough, which was frustrating. He did enjoy seeing her whole body, however, as she played with herself. Especially her face.

There was a look of concentration and excitement on it, a quick darting of the tongue to moisten the lips. Rhoda was concentrating on the letter, her voice starting to quaver here and there as she read it. "'I'm visualizing myself making you cuh-come with my tongue and lips. My tongue is inside your vagina, wiggling from side to side' Ummmmm… 'and then up and down. I flutuh-tuh-ter the tip of my tongue and it makes you squeal when I do.' Oooh! I love that! 'And I'm sssucking on your mound all this tuh-time until you start cominnngg all over my face.'" Rhoda's breath rasped slightly as she read, her chest heaving.

She had two of her fingers in her cuntle, using a stirring motion, eliciting moans and gasps from he parted mouth. Greg used the index finger and thumb of his right hand to stimulate the head of his cock, its helmet shining darkly with pre-cum. Each stroke seemed to add another notch in the belt of tension surrounding his balls and cock. "'I've gotten so hard writing this that I've had to ssstop and take my dick out of my pants.' Aaaah! 'I know that I'm goingGNH to jerk myself off befFFFfore long, thih-thinking about you and how wonderful it'll be to fuck you again. To hold you steady as I pump into you, your puh-pussy grabbing me and tryinngh to hold me still.

I-I have to relievvve it nnooowwww.'" Her eyes fluttered slightly and Rhoda leaned back slightly. Greg's long fingers stroked over the length of his cock. The warm pads of his fingers gripped the burning skin of his erection, coaxing out more pre-cum from the tip. He was pulling himself closer to the point of grabbing the length and stroking. Dry heat gently sucked sweat from him, hist shirt sticking to his back and armpits. "Ooooh, was my baby hornnny?" Rhoda's voice was tense and sensuous at the same time. "Ummmm… 'I just finished. All I had to do was thinnnk of you and I couldn't hold back. All over the wuh-washcloth.'" Rhoda's right hand wiggled at the end of its wrist.

Two fingers slid up and down just inside the inner edges of her pussy. But the view wasn't clear enough for Greg to see the glossy juices coating her fingertips. "Aaalllll over the washcloth, baby?" she said huskily. "You have big loads, but not that big!" "Jussst wait," Greg husked, starting to pull the foreskin of his penis up over the head and then back down. A slow, steady rate, for now. "Hoover dam, Rhoda, just you wait…" On the slightly dusty TV screen, his girlfriend was squirming and fiddling, looking into the camera as if she wanted it to grow a fleshy rod for her to play with. "I'mmmm sssoooooo hot now, Greg," she whispered.

"I can't sit on this stool anymore." She got up and put the letter down, then went up to the camera and suddenly there was a flickering of silent snow. Before Greg could yelp a protest, the image returned. With a new perspective. "How's this, honey?" Rhoda said, laid out on the tilting table. She had adjusted it so she could lay back with the support of some pillows and prop her legs open, feet resting on the ledge of the table. The camera had been shifted closer to the table, aligned precisely with the vertical purse between Rhoda's pale thighs. A naked, wantonly displayed woman, filling the TV screen. "Ooohhhhhh, fuck," Greg moaned.

He could see the sheen on Rhoda's puss, drops of her dew entangled with the curly, dark brown pubic hair. Fist squeezing, he stroked his root with vigor. The belt was growing tighter, tingling around and in his cock base. "I bet you'll be jerking your thing when you see this!" Rhoda breathed. She pinched her nipples, hard and round already, then rubbed the base of them with her index fingers. Cooing, she pulled out Greg's letter (now distinctly wrinkled) and once more held it in her left hand to read from.

"'I know you'll probably be reading this and blushing and getting upset–' Do I look upset, Greg?" Rhoda put on a coy expression, which didn't come off well with her fingers wiggling in her snatch, "'But I can't help myself. I luuhve you and I love your body. I want you ssso bad it hurrrts. I'm still huh-hard.' Oh yeah, you arrrre my hard baby who's going to *fuck* his darling when he ggGUHets home!" Greg arched his hips up and a little bit of semen drooled out of his cock. He was close to coming now, with each delicious stroke. But he held back. "Ummmm… oooh close…" Rhoda's eyelids fluttered again, one of the unmistakable signs of her preparing for climax.

"Unnnnmmm, oh your letuh-tuhter… 'And I think I have to tell you about wuh-what I've been fannghtuhasizing lately. You'll hate me for it but I-I need to write it downnn.' ooh? 'I've thought abow-bout it… before, not too offften though. I imagine layinGGNH.. your beautiful body outuuhhh on a four-poster… bed? and tying your… Legs and Arms down with SCARVES and then slowly making LOVE to you' oh *GOD I'M GONNA COME*!" Rhoda's volume jumped up at the end of her sentence like a bolting animal. Her left hand trembled as it crumpled the letter in it. Her lower lip slipped totally under its partner. Greg's semen started to push out of the hard stones in his scrotum.

Breathing like a locomotive, sweat slicking up his arms and chest and buttocks. Rhoda wailing and arching her hips to her hands clutched there, the letter getting stained with juices that sprinkled out with her vaginal contractions. Greg grunting and then crying out and letting loose a shower of cum, hundreds of little drops sprinkling his thighs and pelvis, his hand and forearm. Pale white on dark browm. Rhoda's image on the phospher glass twisting, moaning, jerking. "UUUHH! UUHHHHNNNGGGGGGGHHH!!" Greg's semen sprinkled out again, seperating the tiny edges of his cock slit. He forced the rest of the juices out with hard, squeezing strokes.

He panted and watched Rhoda recovering from her own orgasm. She had let loose so suddenly it had torn his lust open. "Ummmm… oh fuuuuhhck that was good…" Greg rubbed his slightly softer prick gently, because it was so sensitive. He enjoyed listening to the little sounds that issued from the TV speaker. His girlfriend sighing and panting over a climax HE had made with what he had written. "Ooohhhuuuuuhhh… huuhmmmm… Oh God, aaaaahhh… oh yeah…" Rhoda's voice crept to a mumble. Her head drooped to one side and she let out a shuddering, ragged sigh. Greg's heart swelled, seeing his girlfriend so relaxed and glowing.

He'd never seen her masturbate before but she had always been beautiful when she came. It was true just as much now as when he was with her. "Umph," Greg dropped his feet from the ragged coffee table and got unsteadily to his feet. He paused the VCR, then stripped off and got a damp washcloth and cleaned himself up. Phallus bobbing at half-mast, he gulped the rest of his semi-cold beer and retrieved another one from the kitchen. The fuzzy, tangy suds crackled down his throat. Thinking of how much better this was than just playing with himself in the bathroom, fantasizing, Greg unpaused the VCR and plopped down on the couch.

The air was again filled with the quiet sounds of Rhoda's heavy breathing and little sighs. Then she spoke. "Oh Greg… God you don't… know… Oh, I've never told you, ummm, it makes me shiver when I think about," she opened her eyes and looked into the camera, "about being tied down. Not helpless but just… paralyzed. Whheeeww…" The crinkling sound of the letter as Rhoda lifted her hands out of her groin. She giggled. "I came all over your letter baby…" Greg's staff twitched a bit. "I could *never* have told you about it… It's so embarassing…" Rhoda was blushing slightly again. "But now… you know… We can try it… Ummmmmm!" She giggled again.

Greg made a note to buy some sturdy, colorful scarves from work to bring back home. Long ones. It had only been ten minutes since his climax, but Greg's peter was getting harder again. Just thinking about the fantasy that could now come true made it bob into full hardness again. And a similar effect must have occurred with his girlfriend. "I'm still hot. Let's see what we can do about that…" Rhoda's hand caressed her breasts some more, eliciting sighs from her delicate mouth. Then the hand went back to roost between her thighs. She started reading again. "'And now that I've admitted that, I'll be happy to just fuck you regularly.

I can't wait until you're on top of me again and making those neat sounds while you ruh-ride my cock.'" Rhoda gasped slightly, her busy fingers having found a particularly sensitive spot. Greg was holding his breath as he pumped his cock slowly, the wonderful friction charging his glands. "'You feel wonderful puh-pushing down on me and making me feel so good. You have a perfect pussssy, it tastes great and it can fuuuhn–fuck forever.' uh-uh-uh, god…" Rhoda panted in time with the insertion of her index and middle finger, pushing the folds of her slick twattles aside. 'I can feel every little bit of yuh-your insides on my cuh-cock, uummm, pressing against me.

And you slide that wuh-wonderful pussy up and down, maa-makingggnh my cock wet and slippery, oh, so that it fits inside that ssspecial little spot a little be-below your belly buttonnn…' Oh yeah, fuck me baby!" Rhoda closed her eyes and pumped herself with her fingers, gasping. "Fuck oh please yeah, oh Greg I want it!" Greg was furiously stroking his cock, wishing he had some baby oil or vaseline or animal fat or *something*. "Fuck fuck fuck," Rhoda panted on the TV screen, the small speaker making her cries a little bit tinny.

The index, middle, and ring finger of her right hand were glistening gently, the first two knuckles worth occupying her pussy as she shoved them in, than appearing momentarily almost to the clear nails before vanishing again. "Oh God I wannnt you ssssooo bad Greg," Rhoda whimpered, her voice catching. His cock throbbed with need, pliant but hard. "Please bae-baby," Rhoda cried on the video, "please come and ta-take me. Ooooohhhh Gawwd…" Her eyes fluttered. "I need it… I need *you*!" Greg felt his heart leap at the intensity of emotion in Rhoda's plea, the wild look in her beautiful eyes. She really did need him, body and soul. "Come, come, come to me," she was chanting, wildly.

His chest was heaving as air jumped in and out of his lungs. Sweat dimpled Greg's body, collecting in natural crevices and pockets. Saliva and pre-cum lubricated his palm, making a tight and slick orifice for his rigid, swollen cock. The apartment had grown stuffy and thick with his masculine odors, the sound of flesh on flesh. "Unnnnngh," he groaned, sweet pleasure prickling through his testicles and shooting into his cock. "Come come Come COME *COME*!" Rhoda's image shouted, her fingers pumping in a frenzy. "oohhhhh GAAAAWWWD I LOVE YOU GREG!" His eyes snapped open wide and Greg grunted, hips pushing into the air.

Rhoda was orgasming loudly, an expression similar to pain on her face as her skin flushed a visible dark red. Greg gasped as semen came streaming out of his straining penis, white jets jumping into the air to land on his short, curly pubic hair. "Baby," he gasped as he watched the screen, seeing his girlfriend's thighs shaking as she shivered in the throes of some sort of throwback climax. Never before had he wanted her so badly, to sleep with and hold and cuddle and snuggle next to. The last of his semen dribbled out as the videotape continued to unwind, the image of Rhoda slowly relaxing with her head hanging down. He could faintly hear her quiet little sobs for the next several minutes.

Then the image flickered away. A test pattern was slowly revealed from behind a field of temporary snow. It was ten minutes before Greg was recovered enough to get into the bathroom and shower. It was several hours before he had everything packed and was heading out the door, back to North Carolina.

VSR Tape · Part 2 (2/2)
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