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“No!” I responded. “Its okay. Really its fine. I understand. I actually… "
I couldn’t finish my sentence, which was probably a good thing. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say anyway. She started kissing me again. My heart was racing and I started kissing her back. Before I knew what was happening, her hands were all over my face, neck, and breasts while she was wildly kissing me. Her soft hands were kneading my ample chest when she pulled away.
“You are so hot. I want to fuck you right here.” She sighed. It shocked me to hear her talk like that. It really turned me on too. She gave me a wicked little smile and soon both of her hands were traveling up my shirt and into my bra. She didn’t waste any time getting to my nipples. Soon she was pinching my nipples, making me gasp, and kissing, nibbling, and sucking on my neck. I started moaning, her hands on my nipples making me really wet. She pulled away, grined at me, and pulled my shirt over my breasts, which were spilling out of my bra. When she put her hot mouth to my erect nipple I moaned so loud that she had to stop and remind me that we are in the library.
“If you don’t keep quite someone will hear us and then I can’t keep sucking on your nipples!”
She put her mouth back on my nipple and started to suck. The feeling was amazing. Just when I thought it could not get better, she lightly bit down. It felt so good that I knew that I couldn’t stay quite so I pulled her up, pushed her against the wall, and started kissing her. I didn’t waste any time as I pulled her shirt up and reached into her bra. I was lightly pulling on her nipples when she started moaning into my mouth. I slowly kissed, licked, and bit my way down to her beautiful dark pink nipples. When I put my mouth on her nipple I heard her whisper “Oh god yes…”
I sucked and nibbled on her nipples for a good 5 minutes before continuing my decent to her nether-regions. I pulled up her skirt and she automatically spread her legs and let out a low moan. I look up at her and in-between kissing her inner thighs, I remind her that we are in a public library and she would need to keep quite. She smiled and said “I would but you are driving me crazy. Please suck my pussy. Oh god, I’m so wet.” I continued my tongue torture of her thighs. By the time I got to her bush, her underwear is soaked through. I chuckled to myself and I slipped her black panties down. I started to slowly lick and nibble around her outer lips, occasionally dipping my tongue in for a taste. I slowly licked my way around and in her snatch. When I found her clit, I heard her moan a little louder. I continued to lick and suck on her clit while I slowly pushed 2 fingers into her tight hole. She moaned and pushed down on my fingers.
“Oh god, Colette. I can’t take it anymore. Please just fuck me. Fuck me hard!” I did just that. I started fingering her faster, and I took her clit between my teeth and flicked my tongue over and over it. She was so close to cumming she couldn’t make intelligible words anymore. Soon I felt her pussy tighten and she was cumming.
Once she relaxed and started to breathe again, she pulled me up to her and started kissing me. “Its your turn” she whispered to me and pushed me onto the desk. She grinned and said “I can’t wait to fuck you on our Feminist Theory work.”
With that she unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them off, and started kissing and licking my inner thighs. I was so wet and ready for her. She kissed my pussy through my panties and I was so horny I bucked at the touch. Slowly, she pulled my underwear down to my feet and returned to my slit, licking and sucking her way from my calves. She blew cold air over my clit, making it stand up. I moaned “Oh god, please suck my pussy!” She just laughed and lowered her mouth on my clit. I moaned louder and she shoved her fingers into my snatch.
Soon I couldn’t moan anything but “Oh god! and Fuck!” The sensations were incredible. She started fucking me faster and harder. Then I heard her say into my pussy “Cum for me, baby.” Hearing her sends me off and I started cumming, hard. It was a mind blowing orgasm and as soon as I relaxed she slide up and kissed me. We were both breathing hard and sweaty.
She looked at me, smiled, and asked “Same time, next week?”
The End
Poolhall Players
He has been watching her from the bar all night. She is with a couple girl friends, they sit around their table chatting and drinking… then jump up to go to the dance floor for familiar songs. She is wearing a tight corset-like red top, black skirt, and black leather boots. She dances mainly with her friends, moving with the rhythm of the music, singing the lyrics that she knows. Every so often, one of the guys on the dance floor approaches her and they dance together. He watches as they put their hands on her waist, moving with her… sometimes their hands slide over her hips or across her back. She’ll wrap her arms around them for a bit, swaying to the music. The song ends, and the guy takes her arms, wrapping them around her body and dipping her deeply to the side, he stares into her eyes. She smiles, giggles a little, and as he brings her back upright she grabs her friends and returns to her table, waving a “thank you for the dance” as she goes. She makes no moves herself toward the other men, but glances continuously in his direction.
The bar grows more crowded as the night wears on. The dance floor becomes hot from the volume of bodies moving. She worms her way through the crowd and over to the bar, to the empty stool next to where he sits. She is glistening with sweat, breathing heavily as she grabs the bar and leans her lower body back, pushing her ass behind her to stretch her back. Her skirt slides up just enough that he can see the clip of her garter. She sighs with relief and stands upright, straightening her skirt back down. He catches of whiff of her as she straightens, a floral lavender-like scent. Taking a seat on the stool, she leans forward and asks the bartender for another drink. She reaches into her boot where she has stashed her money, but he leans forward and drops some cash on the bar before she has a chance to pay.
“Thanks for the drink,” she smiles as she speaks to him, her heart rate increasing as she looks at him.
“Thanks for the show,” he says in return, pointing to the dance floor.
They sit and talk for a while. She cannot look away from his eyes… it is as if the rest of the bar has melted from existence and they are the only two left in the room. They lean close together to hear each other over the music, their faces inches apart, his hand hovers around her waist, not quite touching her, but close enough she can feel his presence. She is growing hot under his gaze, her pulse quickens every time she feels his breathe on her neck.
The music has changed to a dance beat, the volume nearly impossible to talk over.
“Come with me?” he says, gently placing his hand on her arm… “I know a spot we can talk.”
She follows him, around the corner of the bar down a hall to an adjacent room with booths along one wall and pool tables in the center. There are a few guys finishing up a game of pool at the center table, otherwise the room is empty.
Placing their drinks on a side table next to a couch, they walk to an empty pool table and he begins to set up a game while continuing their conversation. He offers her the first break… which she attempts clumsily before confessing that she’s not very good at aiming the cue. He laughs, and walks around the table to where she is standing. He places his right hand over hers, his left hand slides down her left arm and places her hand on the table. He shows her how to place the cue through her fingers. Leaning into her, he breathes in her scent as he helps her to pull her right arm back and aim the cue. She gasps a little at the feel of his body… she can feel he is hard under his jeans… and closes her eyes listening to his soft voice giving her instructions in her ear. As they strike the ball together, she opens her eyes and turns her head towards him… listening as the guys from the other table exit the room, shutting the door behind them.
She turns her body into his, leaning forward and kissing him roughly on the lips. The pool cue drops to the floor as their hands find each other’s bodies… her hands wrap around his waist pulling him closer as he plunges his hands into her long, dark hair. Her fingers rake across his back as they kiss desparately. Wrapping her hair around his right hand, he pulls her head back… kissing down the length of her neck… his left hand slides over her shoulder to her breast, squeezing hard. She lets out a gasp of pleasure…
“Oh God, fuck me…”
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His hands move to the hem of her skirt, shoving it up over her hips revealing her black garter. He slides his right hand up her inner thigh, pressing roughly against her pussy he feels her wetness has soaked through her panties. She gasps again, leaning into him… he kisses down the length of her neck across her collarbone as his fingers slide under the G-string. He drops to his knees in front of her, pulling her panties down over the garter as he moves. Stepping out of the panties, she widens her legs as his hands slide up over her boots, along her thigh highs… across the garter and back up to her hips. He leans forward, his tongue licking hard against her pussy, tasting her… he pauses at her clit, rolling his tongue around it first as she gasps.. then biting it gently makes her whimper… he presses his face into her sucking hard on her clit and she screams out.
Standing in front of her, he lifts her hips and sits her on the edge of the pool table. Her hands are clawing at his jeans, shoving them down to the ground.
She is shaking, her body crying to be filled. “Fuck me, please…”
He thrusts inside her wet pussy, filling her up as she cries out in relief. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she leans back, pressing her hands into the pool table for support. His left hand is wrapped around her waist, holding her ass… his right hand slides back up her body and squeezes her breast, holding her body down onto his while he pushes inside her. He can feel her leather boots pressing against the back of his legs, the garter rubbing against his thigh as he fucks her hard. Her orgasm is builing, her body contracting around his cock, squeezing harder with every thrust. She reaches her right hand around in front of her, her fingers press around the outside of her pussy, feeling him slide inside her repeatedly. She moves her fingers to her clit, pinching hard first, then circling around swiftly. Her breath is faster, her moaning constant and she can feel the intensity spiking. Arching her back she screams out, cuming hard and fast with his cock deep inside her. He grabs her ass with both hands, thrusting himself deeper and holding her there, feeling her orgasm bearing down, her whole body shudders around him.
He leans foward to her, kissing up the length of her neck… making her shudder again. Finding her lips he kisses her deeply, his hands gliding back up her body to her arms, her shoulders, her neck… holding her face in his hands his tongue continuing to explore her mouth. Her hands reach up, pressing into his chest she pushes him away. He pulls out of her, taking a step back, and she pushes herself down off the pool table. Still staring into his eyes, she places her hands on his chest again and presses… making him walk backwards until the back of his knees find the couch. She shoves with her hands now, forcing him to sit. Kneeling before him, her right hand slides down the length of his shaft, pulling the skin tight. She leans forward, her tongue starting at the base, she slowly licks up his length, tasting her own wetness on him. Her tongue reaches the tip and circles around it slowly one direction, then the other. As her lips close over him, she leans forward, sliding his dick down into her mouth. She tightens her grip around the base and pulls with her mouth, sucking hard as she glides back up slowly. His hand reaches up, his fingers wrap into her hair and he guide her head as she takes him deep into her throat again… sucking hard each time she slides up. Her rhythm increasing, her left hand presses into his inner thigh, slowly moving higher up his leg while she steadily milks his cock with her mouth. She can feel him growing harder still, and she moans with pleasure as she increases her speed. Her left hand is at the base now, and she slides it around to cup his balls, gently massaging them. His grip on her hair tightens and she feels him throbbing, close to orgasm. She tightens her grip with her right hand and thrusts herself down on him, moaning louder… taking him deep in her throat. Sucking hard, she feels his body stiffen as he cums. He pulses inside her mouth as she swallows, still sucking hard… the fingers of her right hand releasing their grip slightly to slide up and down the base.
His body relaxes under her, breathing heavily he releases her hair and lays back on the couch. As she goes to rise, he leans forward and helps her stand. She pulls her skirt back down from her hips, turns and collapses on the couch next to him. Reaching to the side table for her glass, she takes a drink and leans back into the couch, closing her eyes and slowing her own breathing. She feels him move on the couch next to her, pulling his clothes back on before anyone comes into the room. Still with her eyes close, she feels his arm across her… he takes her legs and pulls them up, across his. She leans forward a bit, allowing his right arm to come around behind her… he hold her around her waist and lifts her up into his lap. His arms wrapped around her, she lays into his chest listening to his heart beat… he leans his head forward on top of hers, breathing her in.
The End
Closer To The Truth
Sue stared up at the headliner of the car as John gave one last push into her. It was a good thing he was almost done, she did have to get back into work. Screwing in the car was ok, especially if it had to be a wham bam, but she’d make it up to him when they had some real time together. She felt John coming inside her and then her own orgasm let go. The man could screw, no doubt, a million times better than that lout back home she was married to. Made a poor girl like her wish there wasn’t work, having to get dressed fast and get back inside when she’d rather be with a man. A real man who might make all the bullshit go away.
That’s all life was anymore, just bullshit. Sue knew that as she pulled her underpants back on and then her bra. Spend the night cleaning bed pans, endure her husband’s attempt at balling her once a week, pray for John to come around and try to keep the kids in line, that’s all living was about to a fifty year old woman. She slipped her uniform back on, pulled on her shoes and gave John one more kiss before she beat feet back inside the nursing home. Once she got inside Sue could clean up a little. She hated semen clumped to her, even John’s but God, she loved him. No problem meeting him up at the motel in a few hours. Maybe by then she could get it all figured out. Hell, maybe then she’d even ask him.
Sue grinned at that thought as she blew through the double doors. She and John had never really talked that much and they’d been going at it for almost twenty two years. It was just going to be one of those things when she started up with him back then. Sue was going to let him screw her, maybe screw her again and then go off in their own directions. He was just too damn good to let go. The son of a bitch made her crazy and she would never tell him no. Shit, it wasn’t like she liked getting it in the backseat but she loved John. A quick one now, another one after work and it would be good. Damn good. Better than life.
Not that life was all that bad, just parts of it. Sue gave it all a big thought as she slipped into Room 17, the empty one that week, to wash up. It was just ordinary, the same old same old, for the most part. No hopes, no dreams, just living and then Roy-Roy had gone and done it. Her baby, the youngest of the six, and he was no baby no more. He’d made his momma feel old the weekend before. Baby Roy-Roy had gotten himself laid.
Hell, he was a man, it couldn’t be a surprise to anybody, even his mother. He can vote, he can buy booze in Ohio, he was an adult but still, she just hadn’t thought about the youngest actually going down on some bimbo. Roy-Roy sure had though, she could tell when he walked through the door that the boy had gotten his first pussy. Sue wiped her own womanhood with a cloth and felt a shiver pass through her body. She probably should tell his dad.
It was the biggest disadvantage to middle age, to be able to see what reactions every action produce. Sue shook her head as she stepped back into the home’s hallway. The world was clear. If the bitch was knocked up, Roy-Roy was going to be getting married. If she was a tramp, he might be looking at a shot of penicillin real soon. His dad didn’t need to know but she needed to say something to somebody. Sue could handle her own life. It was everybody else’s that seemed so fucking out of control. Thank God there was John.
Knowing she could have a man, a real man, in bed was about all that kept sanity alive in Sue’s mind any more. Husband Howard humped her every Thursday night just to make sure his pecker still worked. There wasn’t anything else to it but John, damn, he seduced her. He could show up out of the blue, give her one look and she’d do it. Hell, she had done it, him showing up at the retirement home and sweet talking her into his back seat during break time. All the way in the back seat and she was going to get more. She gave the clock a glance, three hours. Three hours and it was all worth while.
A long, slow three hours, Sue thinking about Roy-Roy, thinking about Howard, thinking about all the shit that went on any more. It didn’t matter, none of it, it was just a job. It was just a life. Bobby, the janitor, was trying to talk to her but she wasn’t listening. All he wanted was in her pants anyway. He wasn’t getting it. Only John. Three hours and then two. Two and then one. Finally and she was out the door.
Out the door, up the road and racing to the Knight’s Inn on Route 95. There wasn’t time to waste, another wham bam, but it was John. Sue wheeled the Nova into the parking lot, around the first unit and spotted his car. She saw the door to his room open as she pulled to a stop. Quickly grabbing her purse, she bolted out of the car and started to run to him. Five steps away and she stopped dead.
There he stood, his body barely covered by a robe, his cock already extended through the material. One single tie undone and he would be naked. Naked and all hers. She stumbled as Sue felt wetness in her panties, caught her balance and gazed at his cock.
“You’re ready,” she gasped, staring down at her happiness.
“Get in here,” he growled, pushing open the door and motioning her in.
Without another word she came to him, hearing the door shut and lock behind her before he quickly stripped her and then ripped open his robe. They were naked within ten seconds, maybe less. With one motion he tossed her onto the bed, hurriedly climbing on top of her, his mouth finding her breasts. He loved suckling from her massive badges of womanhood. Sue was already wet, his lovemaking now making her drip in lust for his body. John spread her thighs, lifted her ass up and pushed his cock deep into her.
“Too much,” Sue moaned. “You’re too much, baby.”
“You’re the best,” John grunted, his cock pounding into her in all his lust, her wetness driving him into an immediate frenzy. To him she was the best, the best he’d ever fucked and he was going to get as much of her as he could.
Sue closed her eyes, knowing he was pinning her shoulders to the mattress with his hands as he watched her nipples grow harder and harder with each stroke of his pecker. She wrapped her legs around his gorgeous body and thrust her hips forward to meet his needs as her breasts began to swell in lust. His cock was going berserk, driving her into one orgasm after another. She felt him press his body against hers, his chest crushing her breasts and knew it wouldn’t be long before she felt the sweet explosion. John pushed and then pushed deep, Sue groaning as his cock reached full length. She felt the head flower and then gush out his lust into her in a scalding hot stream of love.
Slowly Sue opened her eyes, her lover in her arms and time wasting. She couldn’t afford to be late home, Howard never quite sure if she was the loyal bitch she professed to be. She wasn’t, but it wasn’t any shit to him, at least in her life. Sue had to wash, John’s come pouring out of her pussy, and get going. She slid out from under her man, raced to the bath and hurriedly got cleaned up. Back to the room, she grabbed her clothes and moved to get dressed.
“Baby, no rush, I’m not going anywhere,” John panted, her sex exhausting him.
“I got to,” she said, forcing a grin. “Remember, I’m married.”
“Coming back tomorrow?”
His words made Sue stop still, her panties only half up her legs. She stared at her lover for a second before she stammered, “You’ll still be here?”
“All day. Right here,” he nodded with a grin. “Just for you. I want you to come back. Come to me. Let me have you all day. Let me have what I want.”
Sue nodded, now continuing to dress, before she said, “Yeah. Got to make sure something’s all right though. Roy-Roy got laid.”
“He’s the youngest?” John frowned, trying to remember all her kids’ names for some reason, totally distracted as Sue pulled on her brassiere. He had no problem getting up just thinking about her incredible body and even more incredible talents in bed.
“Yeah,” she nodded, tugging on her slacks and then smock. “First time. I want to talk to him. Make sure he’s all right. That I’m no grandma. Then I’ll be back. In the morning. By nine.”
“I’ll be here.”
Sue nodded, slid on her shoes and grabbed her purse. She nodded and bolted to the door, then to the car. That asshole Howard knew exactly how long it should take her to get home from work, like it mattered. What an ass. Her John, what a man.
She fired the car to life and pulled away, still in heat for what John had done and would be doing to her. Once she took care of chores in the morning, she’d be back all right. Back for a one man gang bang. John wouldn’t let up until she’d been fucked every way possible. Sue made a note in her mind to bring the petroleum jelly, he was sure to want a piece of ass too. He could have it all once she got a few things done.
At least one chore already was out of the way, at least about Roy-Roy. Sue shook her head and then gave it all a shrug of the shoulders. Her youngest had gotten himself laid, she’d have to make sure he was handling it. That he considered the options but at least Roy Roy’s daddy now knew his son was a man.
One of these days she was going to have to tell that daddy he was a father.
The End
More Kisses
Dick’s timing was all-wrong. He had waited too late. Ayva was more than three quarters asleep when he romantically kicked her chair and jerked his head toward the bathroom.
Ayva sighed, her parents had visited for almost two weeks now and it seemed like the old farts delighted in taking their sweet time when it came their bedtime. Dick refused to fuck without a shower and refused to take a shower until the old people had finished their bedtime routines.
Ayva tried not to look at her Dad, well over seventy and fat, as he waddled nude to the bathroom at least twice more as he peed a last couple of times and took his medicine. It wasn’t so horrible. He was so hairy that it looked like he was wearing a yeti suit. His stomach hung down over his junk so she was spared that. Still, it wasn’t the kind of picture you would want in your head right before getting laid.
The whole debacle meant that they had not been fucking half as often as when they had the house to themselves. At least it was cool that he was initiating. Dick usually played the cool hard to get role. He hardly ever initiated sex, but if she tried to start anything, he loved to put her off.
“I’m tired. Wait til after I take a shit. I haven’t even eaten dinner yet. I was going to take a nap. How come you weren’t horny like this ten years ago?”
He loved pulling out that last one. During menopause, there had been a few years when things had sort of dried up, literally. However, that was then, and now Ayva was one horny old woman.
So even if it was late, Ayva was not, and I really mean not, going to pass up a chance at getting her bones jumped. She frowned to herself, she was really starting from zero, normally her motor was always humming, but having the old people around had rather put a damper on things. No reading porn on the Literotica site, no all day grab ass, no innuendo word games, no spankings, no tickle, or titty twister games that normally kept her on edge throughout the day.
It always started in the shower and Ayva liked the water games, being pinned against the wall, kisses under the hot cascading water, having free access to his body. But, once again, the specter of the old people was there. The guest room was right next door to the bathroom. The shower was hurried, their voices low, no pokes while she was leaning over with her head between her legs shaving the pussy, no soap bar danger dildo games, and not a single spanking. Normally Ayva’s ass was scarlet and stinging by the time, she escaped the narrow confines of a shower with Dick.
Ayva could tell Dick missed the water games, the giddy rush he got from pissing her off, his delight in her squeals of rage and frustration as he invented new ways to make her crazy. As they were rinsing off, Ayva was very aware that Dick had no dick at all. Normally by the time they were done in the shower, he was hard and raging as he chased her wet and screaming from the bathroom to their bed. Tonight he couldn’t have been smaller.
The last thing Ayva wanted to face was a limp dick; an obnoxious one was bad enough. Time to pull out the big guns. Ayva hurried from the bathroom, leaving Dick to finish drying off. In a rush, she shoved the blankets off the bed and arranged herself on the foot of the bed. She spread her legs wide and began to pet the pussy, posing so the first thing he would see was her hot and wet as he walked into the room.
Ayva knew this was a serious turn on for Dick. If anything was going to work this should. This was a time for desperate measures. Dick had a disturbing habit of not rising to the occasion.
If she was lucky, he would get distracted and take his time and she would have time to get her motor running.
If she could get herself turned on, it would be a good thing. Dick sucked at foreplay. Getting groped by Dick was frequently more painful than sexy. Ayva was glad she had a kink for assholes; usually just being around him turned her on. The trouble was with her folks visiting he was acting nice for a change. The fucker, he was probably just doing it to piss her off. He was always a genius for the wrong thing.
Dick walked in, still drying his hair. He totally ignored the open pussy being fingered right in front of him. “Its cold. Why did you wreck the covers? I want to get under the covers.”
Ayva sighed and remade the bed, any horniness she had managed to work up, flushed right down the toilet. OK, OK! Plan B! Foreplay! Fuck, he sucked at that and under the covers, it was like blind fighting. Even when he could see what he was doing he had a pretty poor batting average. Under the covers with a dry pussy there was no chance.
Dick was a good kisser when he could shut up and focus. Patient and sweet, really good at long soft slow kisses. Yea, Ayva could get into that. She leaned on his chest and settled in for some nice lip action. For a while, things went pretty nice. A truly talented asshole knows that its always best to let his victim relax and let her guard down.
The next thing Ayva felt was a solid hit to the side of her head. She saw stars for a second. Dick was changing position. “Oops, sorry.” Then he laughed his delighted little boy laugh. Oh fuck, he was crawling on top of her. Ayva could not figure out what the fuck he was doing. His cock was just as limp as when he walked into the room. Just as well, Ayva’s pussy was in no mood to be bothered… yet.
“No! Stop! Get off! More kisses! Want more kisses!”
“More kisses? More… kisses???” He had the evil little boy asshole tone that always infuriated her. Fuck, she had told him what she wanted. She was screwed now. Well not screwed… you know what I mean.
Not one to give up easily, Ayva leaned in to kiss him again and he dodged away, giggling his little dick head laugh. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“You don’t like kisses.” Usually by the time the party got to the bedroom, the games had progressed past the kisses to the gasping for breath stages. Tonight timing was all fucked up.
“Well I like them now.” She leaned in again but as she tried to kiss him, he cracked up and began to laugh under her lips.
“Never mind!” Ayva reached for the TV control and turned on the TV.
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“You started it. You love it.” His tone petulant and whiny as he realized he might be losing his audience.
“Just forget it, I will take care of it on my own.” Ayva reached down between her legs and began to masturbate, more as a passive aggressive slap than to meet any urgent need, but still it felt good, so she might as well.
Not one to ever let Ayva get control of anything in the bedroom, Dick made a grab for the TV control and wrenched it from her hand.
“Ayva!” His voice was angry now.
“All I wanted was kisses, not a punch in the head.”
“You were laughing too.”
Ayva hated that, because it was true. Fuck, why did she like this torment so much. It would be so much simpler if he would just tie her up and whip her. But no, that was ‘sick’.
“Well I am not laughing now. All I wanted was to make love to you. How come you have to make it so difficult?” She avoided the word hard, nothing was hard around them at the moment.
Deep down Ayva knew that her first mistake was trying to take any lead. By refusing to let him climb on top of her she had started this. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She knew better, bad sex was better than no sex.
“If you want kisses then come here.” He held out his arm to her.
Ayva eyed him warily; the masturbating had been working pretty well. She was a little reluctant to stop. What evil plan did he have now? But it was tempting, if they could get past the foreplay and into the fucking, things usually went pretty well after that.
God, he was really good at kissing, it was working wonders for her but the dick was stubborn, completely limp. Ayva knew she had some serious apologizing to do to the sensitive little guy. It was so easy to hurt his feelings. Ayva loved to suck cock and the soft ones fit so nice in her mouth. It took a lot of serious sucking to work any life into it. She had a fleeting thought, “How come nothing is ever easy.”
Once she got him hard, she pulled him on top and urged him inside her fast. Dick’s dick could go turtle fast, but if she could keep him hard, he would be good for a nice long ride. Dick was no fast shooter, more of a marathon man, if he ever made it to the finish line at all. Ayva had a special appreciation for being fucked for thirty, forty, even sixty minutes, but after that it could get to be a bit much. Even the horniest old girl starts to get tired after a while.
Dick had a determined look on his face as he lifted her legs up over his arms and pushed them up around her ears. He was looking down at his cock as he fucked her. He liked to watch and Ayva reached down and spread out the pussy lips so there was more to see. It was all about keeping his attention from wandering.
Things were working really well for Ayva. She loved being fucked. The way it felt when his cock was moving in and out was to die for. It did not take long to have her first orgasm, a nice little one, the first of a series of stair steps leading to a nice big finish.
Dick pulled his cock out and began to rub it nasty, hot and wet along the spread pussy lips. Ayva shrieked and thrashed under him. He knew it was almost painful for her to have that kind of intense contact right after she came. Ayva had tried to explain it once. She had realized it was a mistake as soon as the words were out of her mouth. He did it every time now. She had learned to take it and now it was a routine part of their fucking. It was kind a payoff for him for making her come.
Once she stopped fighting the sensation and started to move with the groove he plunged back in to her. Ayva really began to rub her clit in earnest now, her hand a blur. She looked up at him, he was staring fascinated at the show. “Fuck yes! Oh Fuck Yes!!!…” Ayva’s voice rose and then dwindled into a long series of deep strangled grunts.
That had definitely been a good one, and just in time. The dick had decided to call it quits, she could feel him softening fast inside her.
“You satisfied?” His tone was mildly accusatory, like this was all her fault. Maybe it had been, neither Dick or his dick could handle her taking any kind of control in the bedroom.
“Yes, I feel great. Do you want to keep trying?”
“No its late, I have to go to work in the morning.” It was not unusual for Dick to stop trying when this happened. It kind of bugged her, but Ayva had learned not to take it too personally.
Ayva snuggled up close, and rested her face on his chest. “Thank you sweet heart.”
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and stroking her back. His voice was sleepy, “What day are your parents leaving?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“Good.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Now go to sleep.”
The End
Ameile
Ameile lifted her head from her computer desk and drug her eyelids across the cold pools of green which had replaced her eyes overnight. The e-mail which had been sent yesterday morning, the day before her birthday, stood motionless and heavy with his words. “Karen and I are moving to Montreal next month for my job. I’m sorry you had to find out like this, but I don’t have the time to sit down and have lunch with you. All my best, Jim.” Her throat vibrated and ached with rage. All of the money she had spent on French lessons, all of the new clothes for cold weather, all of the extra shifts she had worked in order to save up both of their plane tickets – it meant nothing. Ameile wiped the tears from her eyes and sat up in her chair. She’d still fix him dinner, just in case.
The morning was blue and promising. Every cloud in the sky was in the shape of an animal. Ameile couldn’t quite remember if it was always that way, it had been so long since she had actually looked up, but she didn’t care. She inhaled as deeply as she could and exhaled slowly. A hand came to rest on her shoulder and she spun around, immediately apologising and defending her daydreaming.
“Oh, Jim, I’m sorry I just wanted to see the – "
However, instead of meeting the empty brown eyes of Jim, she found herself staring into the brightest pair of blue eyes she had ever seen.
“Don’t apologise. Are you okay?”
The words were soft, but alien. This man’s lips arched perfectly as he formed an ‘o’ and his eyes smiled and sparkled, reflecting the clouds.
She stood staring blankly at the man for quite a while before he spoke again. He introduced himself as Cash, a writer from Arizona. He barely looked twenty-five and that added to the embarrassment of Ameile being caught daydreaming by him. She had been pretty when she was in her twenties, even her thirties, but now at forty, she felt like a weathered stone statue.
“Ma’am? Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
Her cheeks flushed rogue.
“I’m fine. Just out running errands. Thank you.”
She began to walk away, but stopped when his hand touched her arm. He was still smiling, but this time it was filled with worry.
“I’d like to give you a hand if you wouldn’t mind. A pretty lady such as yourself shouldn’t be walking around alone in this city.”
Her cheeks turned to a bruised purple and she spoke softly.
“I - I would like that very much, thank you.”
* * *
Cash had proved to be a quick learner when she had told him where everything needed to go. He had put most of the groceries away before she could even finish unpacking her first bag. When they were done, Ameile asked him to stay for coffee or tea. He declined and sat down at the kitchen table. She couldn’t help but smile.
“This is a very lovely home, Ameile, will you be having a party later?”
Ameile choked on her coffee and looked up at him.
“Excuse me?”
Cash smiled, or continued smiling, she wasn’t sure he ever stopped.
“It is your birthday, is it not?”
She sat down opposite him at the table and placed her mug on a coaster.
“How would you know something like that?”
“There’s a card on the message board by the door.”
She picked the mug back up and took a sip.
“Oh, yes, it’s my birthday. I’m not having a party.”
“Why not? I’m sure you have a bunch of friends who want to help celebrate.”
She looked down at the faux-wood and sighed. His smile faded.
“I see.”
Cash leaned across the table and placed his hands over hers and wrapped them around the warm mug. All of the muscles in her shoulders, neck and back relaxed.
“Let’s go.”
She floated off of her chair and allowed herself to be lead into her bedroom. Ameile wasn’t sure how he had found it, but once they were inside, she forgot everything but Cash. It was the first time in fifteen years that she felt wanted.
His fingertips traced the outline of her eyes and slid down the path which her tears had created, stopping at the tip of her chin. His hand fanned outwards and tenderly grasped her bottom jaw, causing her lip to purse slightly as he pulled her closer to him. They began to kiss passionately, never losing the feeling of him being in charge, but it wasn’t like when she and Jim would kiss. He was always forceful and made each kiss feel like a business deal, never romantic. Ameile shut her eyes to make the thought of Jim disappear. She didn’t want to think about him while she was with Cash.
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When she opened her eyes again, she was met by piercing blue eyes. She began crying a little harder, holding in the sobs. Cash placed his left hand on the back of her neck and laid her onto the bed. She stared up at him with large, round eyes filled with fear. She hoped he didn’t sense her reluctance, after all, she wanted to be with him, she just didn’t want him to see her undressed. He ran his fingers through her hair and over her lips, smiling before leaning down to kiss her. His right hand slid down her shoulder and over the rise of her bust; she tensed with the sensation of being tickled and he continued down her body. His fingers found the button on her pants and it came open with hardly a movement on Cash’s part. She smiled, nearly cheek-to-cheek.
He moved down her body and hovered over her stomach as he slowly removed her pants. He looked into her eyes before moving back up her body to undo the buttons of her shirt and kissed her navel. She shivered with pleasure and giggled. She looked across the room to the light switch and Cash spoke before she could look back at him.
“No. Let them stay on.”
His fingers slid between her thighs, pushing her underwear to the side as he inserted two into her. She gasped and he bent down, kissing the spot just above her vaginal lips. He had been hard since placing his hands over hers in the kitchen, but the genuine gasping and look of surprise on Ameile’s face made Cash throb. He felt like ravaging her, but knew it wouldn’t be right. Instead, he removed his fingers and unzipped his fly, pulling himself out to present his offering. Her cheeks flushed and she giggled, not mockingly.
He rose up so that his body was nearly perfectly aligned with every curve of her. He could feel her breath through her chest and on his cheek. He leaned in and kissed her neck as he slid himself into her, being careful to watch for any signs that she may not want to go any further. She inhaled suddenly and startled him, but quickly after Ameile began to arch her back with his motions. He was just pumping slowly, but each movement seemed to cause her to shiver and arch more. He looked down at her plump breasts and buried his face between them. She placed her hand on the back of his head and dug her fingers in slightly. Cash began pumping a bit faster, enchanted by the rhythmic bounce Ameile’s breasts began with the increased speed.
She moaned slightly, wanting to feel him deep inside of her. Every inch of her skin seemed to be heating up as if she were submerged in warm water. Her eyes were closed, but she didn’t need for them to be open in order to see that Cash was smiling. His smile made her feel like she was in her twenties again, before she had met Jim, when she was pretty and wanted by guys at school. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, allowing each pump to push his pulsating penis deeper inside of her. When she did this, he picked up the pace and increased the force just enough to cause her moaning to grow louder.
His hands ran down her body, his lips caressed her nipples and her neck. She felt warmer and wet, very wet. Her breathing was getting heavier and she wasn’t sure if she could last much longer. Cash was pumping furiously now, grinding his hips into her as he went in and out. She looked up into his eyes and felt that she didn’t have to try and go any longer than she felt comfortable. She began relaxing. Cash slid his hand back between her thighs and started rubbing her clit. He used two fingers, the same two fingers which had been inside of her. Ameile’s eyes began rolling backwards into her head. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming out loud.
Cash was pounding her now. His thrusts were filled with power and passion. Ameile could feel her body tense and immediately knew what was happening, although she didn’t quite believe it at first. Cash never took his fingers away from her clit, even as her entire body went rigid and then jerked as she orgasmed. When she thought she had finished, he played with her clit a little longer, each flick sent shivers up her spine and caused her to squeak and gasp with pleasure.
He released her and kissed her lips gently, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. She sat up as quickly as she could, still light-headed from her first orgasm in five or six years. Cash already had his pants and shirt fixed and was beginning to pull on his boots. Her heart sank into her chest and beat furiously. She wasn’t even sure if he had, orgasmed, too. He turned back to smile at her as if he knew she had been staring. Then, he stood up and walked to the doorway. Jim seemed to be a ghost, nothing more than a bad dream. The man standing in her bedroom doorway was the man she wanted. She felt like getting up and kissing him, begging him to stay, but she knew he wouldn’t. Instead, she just watched as he turned around and uttered the last words she would ever hear him speak.
“Happy birthday, Ameile. You’re beautiful.”
The End
Patricia’s Encounter In The Park
She could barely contain her excitement as she hurried around her apartment. He was older and most probably pulling a fast one on her but…what if he wasn’t? He had said all the right things and new just what buttons to push as they chatted on line. Maybe she had been too forward? It’s not like she wasn’t being truthful and this wasn’t right up her alley.
The time that she had met those two boys at Maria’s party jumped to mind. She sure wasn’t shy or embarrassed that night. She wasn’t worried about getting in trouble or being taken advantage on that occasion.
Of course she was old enough. She had just turned 18. She was very sexually experienced for her age. In fact the things she had done would have caused Jenna Jamison to blush. And secret fantasies and fetishes? She had dozens, including a crush on shemale porn star Gia Darling. even so, all of her sexual experiences had been with boys her own age or younger than her.
Patricia straightened out her denim skirt and t-shirt. She knew that she was over weight and not the prettiest girl around but that didn’t curb her enthusiasm one bit. She was very proud of her perky orange sized boobs and luscious ass. It was big, that was for sure but she had never had a problem finding a boy that would do her doggie style.
As Patricia finished getting ready at the mirror, she couldn’t help but admire her full, plump lips. They were made for sucking cock and that was by far her favorite pastime. She was worried when she sent Seth her picture over the Internet that he wouldn’t she wasn’t hot enough for his Internet venture. He told her that he had worked for some of the more famous porn companies in southern California and he had sent her links of some of the amateur porn that his friends had shot and posted on line.
She thought back to how it had all started. She was watching porn clips on her favorite site and had ventured into the chat room there. Almost like magic, a few moments later this funny guy had entered and was looking to make porn in her hometown! He was quite a bit older than her and he was a white guy to make matters worse, but there was something about him that she found very intriguing.
Soon they had switched to a private chat room and he wanted her to audition for his porn company. He said he would take digital pictures of one of her world famous blowjobs and take it to his business partners.
After what had seemed like months the day of their actual meeting and audition had finally arrived. They had agreed to meet near her house at a public place and then if she felt comfortable she would blow him in his car! She couldn’t believe that she had agreed to it. No matter how much she tried to talk herself out of it she just couldn’t keep away.
The day had arrived and she was finally ready. One glance back into the full-length mirror and she was ready to go. She walked two blocks to the fast food restaurant that they had agreed to meet at. She had no idea what he looked like and hoped that he was at least a little bit cute and that he wasn’t repulsed by how much she weighed.
She was finally there. Patricia walked inside the restaurant and scanned the dinning area. There was a really old man in the corner. No that couldn’t be him. There were a couple of teenaged boys laughing at something in the booth to the right. It wasn’t them she was sure. After a few more minutes of searching she decided to get a drink and sit at one of the tables with a good view of the door.
After the longest 15 minutes of her life he entered. She knew it in an instance. He walked in with a lot of confidence and a smile that could have melted a glacier. He was cute she thought with much relief. He had a touch of gray in his hair, but instead of aging him it gave him this added presence that she found irresistible.
He scanned the room much the way she had and eventually they locked eyes and she smiled at him. She could tell right away that he was very pleased with her. Maybe it was because she was so much younger than him or maybe, just maybe it was because he thought she really was sexy and cute.
“Hi” he said warmly. “You’re even more beautiful in person. I’m very pleased.”
Her dark skin hid her blushing, or so she hoped.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“Yes.” Patricia replied. “Ready and a little bit nervous.”
The plan had been to get in Seth’s car and drive to a park somewhere and she would show him her stuff. They both decided, instead, to walk across the street and find a secluded spot in the trees there.
Patricia noted that Seth had his camera bag and smiled and the hope of a good audition.
After walking around awkwardly for the better part of half an hour, Seth decided that the only place to really get a secluded shoot would be under the bridge on the bike and jogging trail.
They had a bit of a rough time getting down the embankment but finally they managed and Seth pulled out his digital camera. He walked further down the slope under the bridge so that he could get a full-length shot of her. Patricia nervously posed for him and then Seth asked her what her bra size was.
“I’m only a C. You would think with how big the rest of me is that god would have given me much larger tits!” She answered.
“Can I see them?” He asked. “I think I’ll be very happy with what you have.”
Patricia pulled up her shirt and bra exposing her boobs to Seth, who quickly snapped a couple of pictures of them.
“Patricia?” Her older admirer asked. “May I feel them?”
Suddenly the excitement and sexuality of the encounter was starting to be replaced by embarrassment and unease. She nodded her head in agreement anyway and Seth soon had his hands on her firm breasts.
“Wow!” He said. “Very nice!”
Patricia noticed that Seth was starting to get a sizable bulge in his pants.
“I’m ready.” Patricia announced and traded places with Seth as she pulled her shirt back down over her shapely chest. As Patricia started to assert a small level of control her unease started to dissipate and she felt even better as the thought of a nice hard cock in her mouth came to mind.
Seth Sat down, higher on the embankment than her so that as she kneeled she was in a really good position to administer to his cock. As Seth fumbled with his camera and slowly started to unzip his pants, Patricia couldn’t stand it anymore and took full control. She reached into his pants with both hands and fished out a rather surprisingly large penis.
Patricia quickly engulfed his cock in her mouth sliding her full lips all the way down his shaft. She loved the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth and the taste of precum.
Seth moaned in delight and Patricia was feeling very pleased that he thought she had a talent for cock sucking. She looked up at him as she sucked his cock and he smiled down at her and kept snapping pictures.
She had her hand wrapped hard around his shaft and pumped him as she sucked him into her mouth. Her other hand gently caressed his balls. She could feel him start to tense and knew that he would last much longer.
They had agreed before hand to let him cum in her mouth and take pictures as his sperm oozed out of her mouth and down his shaft. She usually swallowed and was a little bit disappointed that she wouldn’t get her fill of sperm today but the pictures would be well worth it.
“I’m going to cum.” He warned.
He erupted into her mouth. She was surprised at the amount and gagged a little as his first shot hit the back of her throat. She looked up at him with his cock still deep in her mouth and the cum started dripping out of Patricia’s mouth. Seth snapped a few more pictures and Patricia slid her lips off of his cock and wiped the few remaining strands of semen off of her mouth.
Patricia watched as Seth stuffed his semi hard, wet cock into his boxer briefs and fastened his pants.
The odd couple walked out of the park as awkwardly as they had walked in and went their separate ways. Patricia always regretted that they never saw each other after that. Sure he sent her the pictures. She also found out that he really wasn’t in the porn business, but that didn’t matter. It was a blowjob that she would never forget. And she was quite sure that he wouldn’t either.
The End