Thread: Anyone want to challenge themselves and finish my short story?

:] It's missing the actual intercourse scene, etc, etc.

As your family pulls into town, you can feel your pussy getting wetter from the thoughts running through your head. You get to the resort soon afterwards, and begin to unpack, prepping for the week ahead. After unpacking, you ask your parents when they are leaving. They tell you that they are going to the river in about half an hour, so you go get changed into your bathing suit so they think that you will be going with them. When the time comes for you all to leave, you say that your stomach is hurting and you’re going to stay there for a bit, and tell them to go ahead without you. Shortly after they leave, you call me up and tell me where you are staying, and to get there fast. I pull up soon after and I quickly find your room and I knock anxiously. I hear you run to the door, and you open it. You say “hi” immediately, yet shyly. I say “hi” back, and ask, “What’s up?”

You quickly reply, “oh nothing, just you!” as you notice the bulge in my pants. Giving me a wink, you tell me to come in and have a seat. You turn around and start to sexily walk back to where you were seated. I pinch your lovely ass as you turn around and you squeal a little bit as you look over your shoulder giving me the “come get it” look. I follow you in, closing and locking the door behind me. As you walk back to the couch, I study you up and down, your tight blue jeans accentuating your perfect butt and legs, and your tight red tank top, showing off your curves and the lining of your bra. Your hair is put back into a ponytail, and I notice the sensual aroma of your perfume. You turn around and sit down on the couch, pulling your legs up under you. I sit down next to you, and I stare at your beauty. You notice my stares and you stare back. I scoot closer to you on the couch until I am right next to you, moving in for a quick kiss.

I connect with your lips, and you kiss back, pulling away after a second. I lean in for another one, connecting again, your mouth partially open. You slide your tongue into my mouth, and I slide mine into yours, caressing your tongue and enjoying the feeling. We continue making out as I grab your ass and pull you on top of me, one leg on each side.

You're such a word flirt. I'm not up for it, the story that is... (wink.)

Ok!! This should be interesting…………

As she jumped into a straddle across me, I palmed her ass, using both hands and slowly moved in for a long passionate kiss,………..forgetting, the door was still open a little bit, she in turn and comfortable positioned herself firmly on my dick, rubbing against the bulge that she knew was screaming to be let out. She threw her arms around my shoulders and traded another long kiss, as she cued like a baby, pressing her tits up against my chest and breathing heavily. She continued her sexual assault as she kissed around my cheek, to me ear as she reached down to my crouch and hastily started buckling my pants and unzipping my belt. Finally accomplishing her goal, she stood up with a smile on her face and began taking down her own pants as she turned around. Bending over as she slowly pushed down her pants, revealing hear bear ass and teasing me as she waved it in my face. She turned back around slowly sat back down on my lap. Taking what seemed like forever to line herself up with my dick, she pushed in and moaned softly as she firmly rested her body against mine. She started stroking smoothing as she relaxed her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily in to my ear.

She continued moaning, gradually getting loader and loader with each passing minute. Suddenly another voice yelled out in a bellowing roar. “What the fuck!” We both stopped and simultaneously shifted our heads in the direction of the voice. Shocked and caught off guard by the intrusion she immediately yelled out “baby I…….I…….. this isn’t what you think.” A midget stood in the door way of the apartment, with his eyes wide open in rage and wearing a Mickey Mouse fantasia costume and angrily uttered, “Bitch, I go to work at the Disney Recreation Center, and this is what you’ve been doing.” “Baby, baby calm down!!” She exclaimed! Then he looked at me. “How long you been fuckin my wife, mutha fucka……. I’ma kill you!! I’ma Kill you!!” With that he reached behind the front door and pulled out a crow bar, saying “I’m gonna beat you tell I can’t recognize you anymore!!!” As he started swinging like Barry Bonds in a home run derby. She quickly jumped up off me screaming as her husband waddled over waving the crow bar frantically hitting lamps off their tables, pictures off the wall and anything else that got in his way. I jumped over the back of the coach, pants still around my ankles, shuffling my feet as fast as I could. He chased me around the living room, through the kitchen and dining room and back into the living room, barlely keeping pace with me, since I couldn’t run in full stride, and all the time, his naked wife chasing behind us, screaming at him to please stop. Suddenly I darted into the bedroom in the back, slamming the door. The midget banged viciously on the door yelling…..”Mutha fucka get out of my room!!!”

As I locked the door, trying to figure out, how I was going to get the hell out of here, I turned around, in time to see two guys dressed in all black with ski mask on and standing infront of a open safe. They both looked at me with a puzzled glance, as I stood there with my pants still around my ankles. I tried to pull them up a first but then they told me “freeze mutha fucka, don’t move.” As he pointed a gun straight at my head. Just then the Disney midget and the naked wife busted through the door and as he was about to swing the crow bar at me, he noticed the two men dressed in black standing infront of his safe, in the processes of stuffing money into a waiting bag………. They stood there with their guns pointed at us in confusion. Gazing at me with my pants around my ankles, a midget in a mickey mouse costume, and a naked lady. I heard one of them utter, “What the hell is this!!!???”…………..

Well, i didn't acually finish it, but..........anybody feel free to continue it or try to some the whole thing up!

After writing that first paragraph i'm about to go out to get laid!!.........

Your initial story disturbed me, especially the tense. I shifted the tense to something more manageable and slapped together an ending that was infinitely more satisfying to me. I've included your original paragraph.

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As her family pulled into town, she could feel her pussy getting wetter from the thoughts running through her head. She got to the resort soon afterwards, and began to unpack, prepping for the week ahead. After unpacking, she asked her parents when they were leaving. They told her that they are going to the river in about half an hour, so she went and got changed into her bathing suit so they think that she will be going with them. When the time came for them to leave, she said that her stomach was hurting and that she's going to stay there for a bit, and tell them to go ahead without her. Shortly after they leave, she called me up and told where they are staying, and to get there fast. I pulled up soon after and I quickly found her room and I knock anxiously. I heard her run to the door, and she opened it. She said “hi” immediately, yet shyly. I said “hi” back, and asked, “What’s up?”

She quickly replied, “oh nothing, just you!” as she noticed the bulge in my pants. Giving me a wink, she told me to come in and have a seat. She turned around and started to sexily walk back to where I was seated. I pinched her lovely ass as she turned around and she squealed a little bit as she looked over her shoulder giving me the “come get it” look. I followed her in, closing and locking the door behind me. As she walked back to the couch, I studied her up and down, her tight blue jeans accentuating her perfect butt and legs, and her tight red tank top, showing off her curves and the lining of her bra. Her hair was put back into a ponytail, and I noticed the sensual aroma of her perfume. She turned around and ssat down on the couch, pulling her legs up under her. I sat down next to her, and I stared at her beauty. She noticed my stares and she stared back. I scooted closer to her on the couch until I was right next to her, moving in for a quick kiss.

I connected with her lips, and she kissed back, pulling away after a second. I leaned in for another one, connecting again, her mouth partially open. She slid herr tongue into my mouth, and I slid mine into hers, caressing her tongue and enjoying the feeling. We continued making out as I grab her ass and pull her on top of me, one leg on each side. I came to a sudden realization.

"Stop," I said.
"Why?"
"Something's wrong. You're never like this."
"It's just because I'm on vacation, baby. I'm trying to relax," she explained.
"Get off of me."

I shoved her away and onto the bed. I stood up and brushed myself off with my hands, staring at her the entire time. She seemed out of sorts. Her eyes were wide with confusion. Her pupils were so dilated I could barely see the icy blue behind them.

"You've been using again, haven't you?"
"No, no no, you don't know what you're talking about! I've been trying to relax, like I said."

I reached between the twin beds and opened the night stand drawer. A red Bible. Placed by the Gideons. Behind it, a small leather case.

"Just trying to relax? What the hell is this?", I demanded.
"You are such a paranoid bastard. It's my makeup. Jesus."

I zipped open the small case. Lipstick. Mascara. A white powder. She had been using again and was too high to even level with me. I threw the open case across the room, smashing it against a watercolor painting and sending its contents flying. I stormed out of the room into the thick heat and slammed the door behind me. I had trusted her to stop. She had promised, and even now, when she relapsed, she couldn't admit it to me. The evidence was right there. I shuffled back to my car and the sound of my flip-flops echoed throughout the one story motel. I slammed my car door shut. It was hot as hell inside. I started the car and peeled out for effect, hoping she was peeking out behind the motel room curtain. She was.

The motel disappeared into the inky, sparkling Florida night as I sped down the expressway. She had finally given me a reason to leave her, and it was easier than I had ever imagined. Suddenly, a strange feeling sensation. A smile. I checked my rear view mirror, and there it was in plain sight. It looked strange, foreign on my face, but I can't say it didn't feel good. I turned on the radio. A familiar yet anonymous surf rock song started blasting. My smile grew. I was free.

Nice job Kupo - that's really something that a writer could dig into!

-Frank