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Yesterday, a friend sent me a link to a fanfic of theTwilight genre, claiming it to be one of the worst lemons ever written. I won't say what story it was, but if any fic could have used help, it would have been that one. I then started to fic dive (a nasty habit I try to avoid) and wanted to cry. I'll be the first to admit, I am a review WHORE! I get shit for writing except reviews and have a hard time convincing myself to do my best when I can't even receive a decent amount of feedback, considering the traffic flow, So….
…here it is. The worst possible thing I could think to write of, the crappiest sex scene to be imagined. If this is what you guys want; this type of half-assed, non-planned shit, tell me. This is unbeta'd and I didn't even bother to reread so I wouldn't be surprised if it's full of errors.
"Watch my finger, Bella," Paul instructed, slowly passing it back and forth in front of her face, occasionally dropping his hand to rub her heavenly nether regions.
"Paauulll," she whined seductively in a high, grating, 'come fuck me, now!' voice. "What are you doing?"
"Shh, sweet cakes, I'm using werewolf mind tricks on you. Blood suckers aren't the only ones who can dazzle their prey," Paul explained, starting to loosen his cut offs.
Letting them fall to the floor of the glass elevator they were riding in, he leaned back to push the emergency stop button. Luckily he was somewhat of an electronic genius and was able to not only wrench open the panel and disable the alarm that ALWAYS went off when a person hit an emergency stop button, but he was also able to cut the feed to the video camera that were also ALWAYS present in large commercial building elevators.
Any voyeurism that was to take place would happen through the glass surrounding them and not be recorded for later public prosecution. Not that Paul knew anything about that; he was a small town boy, from an obviously small town that didn't even have elevators.
Back to the short dropping, he let them hit the ground and then man handled himself. He was already as hard as a…well he was as hard as a fucking werewolf! Jesus, he'd sound like he had a soft dick if he said he was as hard as a rock; werewolves could break rocks after all and he was harder than that!
He was still doing the crazy mojo with his finger, Bella's eyes following obediently, her mouth wide open and her tongue doing some type of crazy exorcist movement in sexual excitement.
Paul would really like to feel that crazy movement around his dick.
Slowly he lowered his finger to sway next to his penis, easing the movement of his finger and resuming the motion with his dick, swinging it back and forth and careful not to accidentally smack his tiny, little, soon to be, fuck buddy with it. It'd suck, and not in the fun way, if she became bruised before he could even stick it in her somewhere.
"That's it, Bella. Watch my dick hypnotize you. You are getting hornier, you want it, tell me you want it now," Paul coached in his Justin Bieber voice. That shit drove the chicks to suck his nuts!
Bella's tongue, which now resembled a rabid Saint Bernard's in spit volume, washed over her face, his stomach, her own boobs and anything else within a three foot radius; her clumsy, ordinary, but oh such a fucking turn on, fingers trying to take her own clothes off unsuccessfully.
"Let me do that," Paul volunteered, ripping her garments off quickly while her tongue bathed him. He stopped the ripping long enough to admire the prudish black laced bra and g-string she had carefully worn, hidden under her school-marm Dolce & Gabbana cocktail dress.
By the time he clothes were nothing more than a tattering of cloth, Bella had wrapped her tongue around Paul's piece of man meat; god it was hot!
"Bella, oh my god, that is so hot," Paul told her, in case she didn't know and also to encourage her. Her tongue wrapped around his 2 liter width sized dick and tugged hungrily at it.
"Umm, Bella," Paul said hesitantly before moaning as she snuck her tongue to the tip of his dick that was leaking. "That's…not…how…oh fuck, that feels good…," Paul gave up and just let her have his way with him. She was a virgin and he could be somewhat patient this first time.
The only people surprised when Paul came so quickly were the foreign tourists watching from twenty stories below, their smart phones zooming in to snap pictures for their vacation albums.
He blew his load like Old Faithful, some of the glass in the elevator becoming streaked with thick, gooey, cum.
"I made you cum," Bella giggled adorably retracting her tongue and smiling sheepishly up at Paul.
"Yes you did," he agreed languidly before his stamina returned and his dick popped up back to life. "Now, it's my turn."
Picking up the surprised girl, he pressed her against the glass, her butt making a perfect imprint in the cum; the cameras below snapping double time.
"I love you," Paul sighed as he spread her legs wide, running his tongue back and forth over her finger lickin' good core.
The sweet and tangy love hole began to drip even more honey nectar on his tongue, his huge man cock wagging excitedly against the glass.
"You taste so good, sugar," Paul explained, moaning in delight when her plump clit popped up between her luscious, creamy folds of sex.
Gently he played with her pearl of desire, using his talented tongue to dance around the flesh in the tango of life.
"Bells," Paul panted in lust, moving her hips up and down to ride his face. "You remember when you made me watch that crappy musical, Moulin Rogue and the dorky lead actor was singing?"
"Yes…yes…YES!" Bella screeched trying to wrap her legs around the head buried in between her legs.
"I have to sing like that, sing to your beautiful dripping channel of erotic desire," Paul told her before starting to sing.
"Bella, your pussy is my song,"
"I hope you dot mind, I hope you don't mind,
That I put my tongue down here
How wonderful my life is, now that I can eat you out,"
Paul continued to lick and sing off key, adding his own words to reflect just how much he worshipped her temple of perfection and how sweet a pussy it really was.
"Paul, I'm going to come," Bella whimpered as his deep voice hit a particular note in the song, causing her wet dripping folds to shutter back and forth like window awnings.
"Not yet, my little Milky Way," he crooned, dipping two fingers inside of her creamy, caramel tasting center and pumping them in a smooth jack rabbit fashion.
That shit was tight! Paul thought happily, a bit surprised considering she was a virgin.
She continued a steady drip of nectar, the delicious fluid coating her folds, her core, his tongue, his fingers, her thighs and his chin.
"Okay, my tarty tasting Sweet Tart, taste yourself," Paul demanded, shoving his syrupy fingers into her sweet, beckoning and welcoming mouth, her tongue licking like a Lollipop champ at the offering.
"Mmphs…Pmfep", she return moaned around his large, baseball mitt sized fingers.
'Now you can come, my Candy Kiss," he growled, sucking had on her peaked clit, "NOW!" Paul screamed in his Shaka Zulu warrior voice, also coming again in heavy streams when his tiny bird of desire, showered her own come all over his face.
"That's it, my Gobstopper Goddess, give it all to your daddy wolf."
With an adequate puddle sized amount of human and wolf cum on the ground, Paul lowered the quivering love bunny of his life gently to the ground, lavishing her tits with more kisses and sucking action.
"I need more, Paul," Bella sobbed in desire, jerking her hips in need.
"I'll give you more, but are you sure?" He asked, carefully. "Once I start, I won't be able to stop. It's impossible."
"Yes, I'm sure," the coy girl answered, blushing prettily. "I don't want you to ever stop."
"How did I get so lucky to be blessed with the best tasting piece of love on the planet?" Paul asked his woman, raining kisses like drops of love across her body.
"This might hurt, but you can hold on to me tightly," he instructed, lining up his aching cock to her needy pussy, pushing it in softly and whimpering loudly as she stretched to fit him.
His once again dripping cock, touched her badge of innocence.
"Please don't stop," Bella continued to beg, trying to rock her hips to take more of the heat inside of her aching channel.
"Your wish is my command," Paul announced, the flimsy barrier no match against the strength of a werewolf cock as he tore through it.
Through the continued flashings of tourist cameras, Paul rode Bella hard, fucking her in twenty six different positions, each one causing the couple to cum together in perfect harmony. When they were finally done, they licked each other clean, declaring their undying love to each other in between renewed fervor and a standing ovation of applause from the sight seers below.