We're Going to Hell!!!!

We're Going to Hell!!!!

form an orderly line ladies, he'll get to us all.

Sunday 3 January 2010

By HeidiForReal! Thanks Babe, love it xxx

Finally gettin some..
She was sitting by herself, some hundred meters from the bus. She needed a moment to think. Why the hell did she keep doing this? Rob obviously wanted her, but she kept pushing him over to the other girls. And yea, she did it because she wanted them to have fun, and she knew she’d get hers at the end, but there was something else too.. She was nervous. Hell, she could not for the love of all that’s holy (like Rob’s peen) understand how the other girls could be so calm around him. Had they not looked at him?? Had he not opened that glorious mouth of his, and talked to them? She was like a mumbling idiot whenever he looked at her. At least, that’s what it felt like, but it looked as though he understood what she said, so hopefully the words came out as they should. Anyway. She wanted him. Badly. But she just couldn’t pick up the courage to initiate it..
“Claire, where the fuck are you??” Shit. That was him. Well, she couldn’t just ignore him. “Over here, Rob”, she waved her hand, so he would see her. She was sitting in the shades, leaning against a huge tree. He came over, struttin’ that fine ass off his over to her. And he slumped down beside her. “What are you doing sitting here all alone? You don’t like being in the water?” he asked. No Rob, I love being in the water, but I need to think of how I can pick up the courage to shag you.. “uhm.. Nah. I was just feeling like it. It’s good to be alone sometimes,” she said. “You want me to leave then?” he asked. “No, no, God, just stay. I didn’t mean it like that. It just gets a little intense sometimes, always being around that many people. And then there’s all the .. uh.. tension.. that’s building amongst certain members of the party..” She laughed. He actually turned red. Aww, he was a shy boy. How cute. “tension?” he said. “What tension would that be, Claire?” Fuck, now she’d done it.. “Uhm.. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, handsome, but they kinda keep shagging each other like their life depended on it!” She blushed. She hadn’t meant to be that blunt. He laughed out loud. “You call that tension, Claire? Hell, I’d call that relaxing. Getting RID of the tension.” Awesome, now he was making fun of her. “Fuck it, Rob, you know what I mean.”
“Mmm, Claire, that word coming from your mouth.. Say it again!” What the fuck? “Say what, Rob? Fuck? Is that the word? Well, FUCK, rob. FUUUUUUCK.” His eyes changed. Hadn’t they been grey seconds earlier? Now they were bright green. Intense. He looked at her, not breaking away from her eyes. “Damn Claire, you really shouldn’t tease me like that..” Her heart started pounding. Now was her opportunity. Don’t chicken out, Claire! “Oh, I have hardly begun teasing you, handsome”, she said, as she lifted her hand and stroked his hair. Damn, that hair had some magic in it. It felt like something out of this world! He hummed. “Ungh, I love how that feels”, he said. His eyes were closed, and he looked totally relaxed. Wow, that easy, huh? Just stroke his hair, and he’s all yours. Hell, good to know!!
She felt a little tougher now, when he had his eyes closed. It kinda felt like this wasn’t really happening. “Keep your eyes closed, Rob.” He obliged, looking slightly amused. “What are you doing, Claire?” “Shush, don’t say anything, just follow my lead”, she said to him, as she pushed his chest, to make him lay down on the grass. He was smiling now, anticipation in his grin. She could do this. Why the hell not, he obviously wanted her. He’d made enough passes on her the last days. And she, the stupid ass that she was, had turned him down, only to let everyone else have him. No more of that. No it was Claire time for little ‘ol Robbie. Ok, focus, Claire.. THAT wasn’t hard. Rob was laying on his back, grinning, his eyes closed. He was wearing dark grey shorts and a white wifebeater. And he had the RayBans perched on top of his head. Damn, those RayBans was all kinds of hot on him. She reached out, taking them off, and putting them on her self. “Don’t move, Rob. Please. And keep those gorgeus eyes of yours closed.” She needed him to let her do this. Her hands moved over his chest and down to where the wifebeater met the shorts. She lifted the hem of the shirt, and slid her hands under it. He moaned low. “Your hands feels like silk, babe.” “Shhh.. Don’t speak, or I’ll remove them.” He closed his mouth instantly. As her hands travelled upwards, she let her mouth follow. Light kisses tracing his happytrail. He made the sexiest sound, it was like he was moaning into a pillow or something, trying to stifle it, to keep quiet. “You like that, handsome?” He nodded frantically. She giggled. Hey, she was good at this!
“Lift up your arms, so we can get this thing of you”, she whispered, as she slid the shirt over his head. He lifted them before she could finish her sentence. “Eager, are we” she laughed soft. With the shirt off, she could enjoy the pretty that was Mr. Robert Pattinson. His skin was pale, but not in a sick looking way. It was actually a sexy pale. Now, there’s a first.. his torso was slender, with discreet muscles. Not the showoff kind, but the kind of muscles that tells you that the person is naturally well built, not something you get from hours at the gym every day. Damn. Her kind of body. This was how she preferred them.. She let her fingers trail the lines of his muscles, from the shoulders and down. Oh, lookie here, we have a beautiful v! He was squirming under her touch, as her fingers got closer to the edge of the shorts. “Do you want me to stop, Rob? Is that why you are not laying still?” He stilled immidiatly, a pained and aroused look on his face. Oh, he was liking this! She slowly pulled at his shorts, and he lifted that sweet ass off his instantly, making it easier for her. She pulled them of, just to see that he had nothing under. Wow. She froze.. When she made now move the next ten seconds, Rob opened his eyes to see what was going on. She noticed him staring at her, and pulled herself together. “Nahah, Rob, I told you not to look. Guess I’ll have to blindfold you then.” She pulled her black shirt of, and sat before him, with nothing covering her breasts. He wasn’t the only one that was full of surprises. She giggled when she saw his look. His mouth was open, and he looked like someone had smacked him over his head. Who could blame him, her tits looked great. She knew that. But they were not for him to look at, not quite yet. She took her shirt, rolled it together, and tied it around his head. “There. Now you can’t look.” “You are one evil woman, Claire,” he muttered, but she could see he was enjoying himself.
She took a good, long look at him, as he laid all naked before her. No one could see them, as they had moved to the side of the tree, so they were not risking being interrupted. He was a sight for Gods. His long, slender body, the hair on his chest, the oh so happy trail, leading to the .. oh fucking God, that dick was huge! And he knew it, she could see him smirking, like he knew what she was looking at. She grabbed him roughly, to wipe that smirk of his face. She succeeded. His dick twitched in her hand, and he pursed his lips, a low “Fuck” coming out of him. She was so turned on by now, that had she not been holding his dick, she was sure she would have slid away on a trail of wet. Letting all hesitation go, she lowered her head, and took him in her mouth. Heaven. This was heaven. He was too big, she had no chance of taking him in all the way. But she did her best. She didn’t stop until he hit the back of her troath, and then she slowly pulled of him again. Rob was having serious trouble staying still, and she laughed against him. That made him squirm, he couldn’t control it. She understood, so she let it slide. And started taking him in again, as long as he could go. In and out, in and out. His taste was amazing. Salty. Mysterious. Something she couldn’t identify. But it was good.. When she felt him getting close, she let go, she wasn’t ready for him to finish just yet. She was now getting to the point that she didn’t care if he saw her, or talked, now she needed him to fuck her. Hard. So she took of his blindfold, and the moment he could see her, he grabbed her, and before she knew it, she was on the ground, him hovering over her. “Damn, Claire, how the hell could you make me wait so long for that??” his eyes pierced her, they were now dark green, almost black. “You are so getting fucked, beautiful. I’ve been waiting for you to open up. And hell, did you open up today, babe!” the look he was giving her, made her heart go apeshit. She had no longer any control over this, so she just pulled his head down to her, and crushed her lips to his. Hen coming up to breathe after a little while, she managed to squeak out an order. “Fuck me, Rob. NOW!” She didn’t have to tell him twice. He lifted her of the ground, so he could pull her shorts and bikini off her, and then he pushed himself in her, without hesitation. They both moaned out loud as he filled her. He was so big, and she was not. Damn, he filled her! She could hear him groan, a deep sound, coming from his troath. It lasted mere seconds, before he pulled almost out, just to slam into her again. And again. And again. She wanted to be fucked, and damn was he fucking her. It was totally new for her, this rough, straight forward fucking. No cuddling, no soft words, just animalistic and fuckhawt! It wasn’t long before she could feel the tension building. “God, Rob, this feels sooo good. I’m gonna come soon..!” she moaned. She was soooo close. “Let go, Claire”, he groaned, “I’m following quickly..” And she exploded. Her back arched up, her heals digging into the grass, the colors on the tree over them suddenly became brighter then anything she’d ever seen before, and she never wanted to come down from this high. She felt him follow, and he groaned heavily as his whole body shook, before his arms gave way, and he fell flat over her. “Damn, Claire, that was better than anything I’ve ever felt before! You are so not keeping this from me anymore!” he growled, as he laid there, trying to catch his breath again. She smiled, feeling his heavy, sweaty body over hers, and replied “Hell, try making me!”

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