Get it on with Daphie knuckle-wise
From Create Your Own Story
If a little tussle is all Daphie needs to get in the mood for a discussion of how you'll "service" her, that suits you just fine. You bop up and put up your dukes, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet. You actually feel like you know what you are doing.
Daphie gets up, a curl at the corner of her mouth. "Let's warm up a little, boyfriend."
"Now you're talkin'!" You step forward for a smooch, maybe an intimate grope or three. You come up abruptly against her foot, which she has placed on your chest with the ease of putting it on a stair, right between your pectorals and a few inches above your solar plexus. This is just slightly higher than Daphie's face. Her balance on one leg appears steadier than you feel sober and lying down. Her arms held lightly at her sides, she cocks one gorgeous eyebrow at you.
"Oops. Sorry." You grin sheepishly and back up. Daphie slowly lowers her foot, the thatch at the base of her thighs staring you in the face; then begins warming up, bobbing and weaving, throwing quick combinations, blowing air from her nose. She's completely unconcerned that she's naked from the waist down. Her running shorts flutter in the breeze on the branches over her head. You, meanwhile, slowly going back to your own warm-up, linger over her bare hips and thighs. Daphie is even more delicious in profile, her sleek, strong, athlete's lines, her stance coyly concealing her cunt and the cleft between her buttocks, then showing one or the other as she turns. Her calves bunch at the crown of her socks, shadows tensing along the inside and undersides of her thighs as she crouches and sidesteps.
There's a whisper. "Psst, Boss. Hey Boss!"
It's your cock! You turn away from Daphie so that she doesn't see you talking to your erection. "I told you never to call me here!" you say quietly. "What is it now?"
"Boss, put me away. I'm scared."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm feeling vulnerable. What if she takes advantage of me? What if she grabs me?"
"What if! That's what we're here for, dude! Where were you when God was handing out the brains?"
"You know where I was, because you put me there. And you know what I mean about her grabbing me!"
"Well, knowing you, you'll just have to try not to come." You throw a few punches, whoof whoof! You feel so like Bruce Lee. "No, you know what? If she grabs you, go bukkake on her ass. She'll be distracted and I can finish her!"
"Boss, you're outclassed! Didn't you see that? And she's don't fight fair! I know it. Never trust a pussy in a mask. What's she got to hide?"
Your cock must mean Daphie's bush. "Will you stop being such a baby!" you hiss. "Where's your sense of challenge? Of adventure? Where's your commitment to whichever pussy is nearest? I mean look at her." You half-turn so your cock can get an eyeful. You know he's looking because you suddenly feel the urge to give Daphie an eyeful. You throw a kick. Hm, a little slow. Might want to stick to punches. "You chicken out of this and you will never be able to look yourself in your one eye again. Anyway, I can't fit you back in my pants, you're too hard. You'll be fine. You're a rock! You're huge! You're looking pretty good there, sugar." Your cock is looking quite good. The jumping and punching has your blood pumped and Senor Appleby is nicely stiff and rosier than a rivet.
"Don't call me sugar. It's gay," your cock whines, cheeks glowing cutely.
"God would you stop saying that, it's not gay if you're my own penis."
"Boss, listen to me. She's wily. She acts crazy but she's not. She's a schemer. Plus the only way you could beat her is if you wore a blindfold. One look between her legs and you'll forget everything you ever learned about fighting. Which, oh by the way, is absolutely nothing. In case that little detail slipped your mind?"
You stand and consider a moment. He does have a point.
Just then you hear Daphie's voice behind you. "Ready for your licking when you are, boyfriend."
- Fight Daphie blindfolded to avoid distraction from her lack of pants.
- Make Daphie wear the blindfold.
- Damn the pink torpedoes, full speed ahead!
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
