He fucks my mouth. Hands free.
I move my head up and down helping him find his rythmn.
In thirty seconds he is there.
As he shoots his seed into my mouth he grunts out, “Bitch!”
His cock throbs four times as he shoots cum into my pretty mouth. He shoots harder than I expected. The cum goes right to the back of my throat but I don’t choke. I swallow good. I bring my hand up and squeeze his cock, making sure I ring out the last few drops of jizz onto my tongue.
I push him away and refuse to look at him.
I say, “Send your ginger friend in here. That wasn’t enough.”
I am swallowing down the last drop. He takes a last look at me.
He knows he will never be with a woman like me again.
He leaves and shuts the door. I wash my mouth out with some gin and tonic. I wait patiently. I have set myself certain rules for tonight. I often do. I like my sexual encounters to have limits. The frustration drives me wilder.
Tonight’s rule is that I must not rub or play with my cunt.
I break my own rules a little. I put my hand between my legs just briefly. I push against the denim, the nylon and my panties. My warm pussy pulses.
I put on fresh red lipstick.
It is five minutes before the toilet door opens again. Fat boy has to tell them what just happened. He has to convince them this is for real. Ginger walks in and sees the longest legs and the reddest lips.
He isn’t as nervous as the fat man. He has a stupid shit-eating grin on his face. He undoes his flies.
His cock is long and thin like him.
I say, “Don’t touch me. Just fuck my mouth.”
He steps forward in between my wide, open legs. His meat is fully hard. It bobs up and down in front of my face. I run my tongue up his long shaft, from the bottom to the tip. The cock bobs up and down and lightly slaps the side of my face.
He laughs.
I say, “Shut up.”
He shuts up.
I take the end of his cock between my lips. I bite him lightly so that he gasps. I flick my tongue against the end of his helmet. I move my lips further down. More of his cock goes into my mouth. He puts both of his hands on the back of my head and tries to get me to take more cock. I resist and he stops.
He doesn’t know how forceful he should be.
I am running my hands up and down my thighs. Up and down my dark black tights.
I have half his cock in my mouth. I am flicking and swirling my tongue around his helmet.
My cunt doesn’t tingle anymore.
My cunt aches.
As ugly as this man is I think about his long cock sliding up my wet cunt. I imagine him taking it out and guiding into my back door; my tiny little ass-hole. I imagine him taking it out of my ass and putting it in my mouth. I imagine the taste of my ass on his cock.
I let him push my head down so his full length is inside my cock-sucking gob. His cock is very long. It hits the back of my throat as he fucks my pretty mouth. I make a gagging noise with each thrust.
I pull away. His cock comes out of my mouth and I catch my breath.
“There’s something I need to do.” I say. I push his back against the door as I stand up. In my heels, I am the same height as him.
I undo the button and flies on my tight jean shorts.
I pull them down to my ankles.
I peel down my tights to below my knees.
I pull down my panties to my tights.
Ginger is the first person in one of my stories to see my shaven cunt.
I lift up the toilet seat, sit down and pee.
I look him straight in the eye. His mouth is open.
My tights and panties are around my knees.
We listen to the tinkling sound.
I stand up. I wipe my cunt clean with some toilet paper. I flush the toilet.
I pull my panties up. I pull my tights up. I do up my jeans.
I make myself look neat and correct.
I put the toilet seat down and sit on it.
I say, “Look at my heels. Look at tits. Fuck my mouth.”
He steps forward quickly, grabs my head roughly and sticks the full length of his dick in my mouth. His helmet reaches the back of my throat. He gives three violent thrusts that make me gag and choke and then he empties his load. His sweet cock pulses several times as he keeps shooting more and more of his man fat. He gives me twice as much cum as the fat boy. His is thicker and creamier too.
When he is completely finished I pull this disgusting man’s cock out of my mouth.
I say, “That’s not enough, get the married guy.”
He leaves and I finish my gin and tonic.
I put on fresh red lipstick.
The married man arrives. He is the best looking of the three but that isn’t saying much. Like the first man, he looks terrified. He starts to speak but I cut him off, “Go and get me a drink. Gin and tonic with ice and lemon.”
He is gone for ten minutes. I think of all the other guys I have blown in this toilet cubicle over the last few years. It’s like a home from home.
He comes back with my drink. I thank him. I’m a polite girl you know.
He starts to blub and splutter.
I don’t let him speak. I say, “You are going to tell me about your wife. You are going to tell me how you shouldn’t do this type of thing. You are going to tell me how much you love your wife. How beautiful your wife is. Where is your wife now?”
I have taken his medium length fat cock out and am wanking it with my hand whilst the other hand strokes my nylon-clad legs.
“Your wife is at home. Your tubby little wife is at home watching the Saturday night television. You are getting wanked off by a long legged slut in the toilet of a nightclub. Do you think, if you only get wanked off, it means you’re not being unfaithful? Well you are wrong. You are being unfaithful to her right now. Your loving wife is at home and you are getting wanked off.”
His cock is hard as a rock. It will be soon.
My cunt aches for cock, but it will be denied.
“Look down at me. Look at my tits. Look at my cleavage. Look at my tits pulled tight together by my bra.”
He is not touching me. He is not touching himself. I am wanking his cock and pulling it closer to my mouth.
“I can make my tits feel like a cunt. I can push them together and make them feel like a cunt.”
He is fighting it, trying not to come. His face is ridden with guilt.
“You are being unfaithful to your loving wife. You will be racked with guilt. You will go home and fuck your wife but you will be thinking of me and my long legs. You will think of me everytime you ram into you wife’s fat cunt.”
My cunt aches for cock.
He is going to come, I need to time this right. I want to have all of his goo.
“You’re cum will join the cum of two others. You are going to come in the same hole as your two friends.”
I wank him harder I bring his cock so close to my lips.
I bring my other hand up and cup his balls.
I squeeze them tightly as I say, “My cunt is tighter than your wife’s.”
He goes to shoot. I quickly ram his cock into my mouth. He is coming and coming and his spunk is pumping down my throat. It feels gorgeous.
He is trying to pull away but he is still pumping beautiful sticky goo down my throat. He can’t help himself. He is trying to pull away because he loves his wife but he can’t stop pumping spunk into my slutty gob. I am fighting to keep as much of his cock in my mouth because I don’t want to miss a drop.
I am like a girl with a lollipop on a hot sticky day.
He eventually pulls away but there is still cum dribbling out of his cock. It falls straight down into my cleavage and onto my tits. One drop lands on my right tit, and the other runs down the crack in between.
He leaves quickly, stuffing his cock back into his trousers, not looking back.
Here I am. Long legs open, black tights and yellow heels.
Three men’s cum inside me.
A little cum on my tits.
Here I am.
The End
Strip
“Strip for me,” you whisper as you nuzzle my neck.
“What?” I reply breathlessly. I’m sitting on your lap as we kiss.
“Strip for me baby. I want to watch you.”
Raising up a bit on my knees, still straddling you, I slip my top off over my head and let it fall to the floor. My hands disappear behind my back and I unfasten my bra, sliding the straps down my arms, leaning toward you slightly as I take it off. I cup my breasts in my palms mere inches from your face, my hardened nipples begging for your attention.
As you reach for me, I slip off your lap and stand in front of you, turning away from you. I hook my thumbs in the waist of my skirt and panties, bending as I push them down and off. The plump curves of my ass entice you to touch me. One hand on each cheek, you caress me, palms and fingertips sliding smoothly over my skin. Reaching my hips, you pull me closer.
“Spread your legs.”
Your hand moves between them as I do what you asked. Your fingertips brush me, deftly parting my lips and seeking out my clit. Circling it, slowly, lightly, you feel a tremble of pleasure run through me. You lean closer; your fingertips abandon my clit, sliding back just a bit, two digits easily slip inside my wetness. My walls clamp down on you, trying to draw you deeper. With agonizing slowness, you fuck me with your fingers. In, out, my juices coating you… in, out, I can feel you watching as your fingers disappear inside of me.
“Please,” I beg.
Your fingers leave me. Still bent over, I hear you undress… the soft rustle of your shirt as you slip it off, the rasp of your fly. A shiver of excitement washes over me.
*smack!* Your hand lands on my ass.
“Stand up baby. Turn around.”
You pull me against you, kissing me passionately as your hands travel over my skin.
“Suck me,” you whisper against my mouth.
I drop to my knees in front of you, looking up at you as I lick my lips. Your gorgeous, hard cock strains toward me, and my mouth waters at the sight. Wrapping one hand firmly around the base, I press a kiss to the tip. I part my lips slightly, sucking just the head, my tongue delving into the slit. Your fingers comb through my hair, each hand grabbing a fistful as you cradle my head and watch me. My eyes drift closed as my mouth slides down over you, taking as much of you as I can. Your balls are cupped in my free hand, and I give them a gentle squeeze as my lips work up and down your length. You move my head a bit with your hands, and I let you fuck my mouth. A few strokes, and you pull me back and off of you.
“Come with me.” You grab my hand and lead me to the bedroom…
Standing beside the bed, your lips capture mine again, settling in for a deep kiss as our bodies press tight against one another. I can feel the hard length of you nudging at my belly, and my taut nipples are crushed against your chest.
“Sit down.” Your voice is thick with desire as you gently push me away.
I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped between my legs. You kneel in front of me, taking my hands in yours and pressing my knees apart. I’m open to you now, my swollen pink sex displayed at the mattress’ edge.
“Lay back.”
My hot skin hits the cool sheets, and a shiver runs down my spine. Still kneeling on the floor, you lift my feet from the carpet and place them flat on the bed.
Your hands slip under my ass, lifting me slightly as your face delves between my thighs… feathering soft kisses along my inner thighs, the creases where my legs join my torso, the swollen lips of my pussy…
“Lick me.”
I press my hips instinctively toward your mouth, aching for more. Your tongue darts between my folds, circling my clit before dipping into my opening. In, out, fucking me with your tongue… in, out, my juices dripping down your chin…
Back to my clit, laving it gently with that marvelous tongue of yours, soft moans and sighs issuing from my lips as you pleasure me. My hands in your hair pull you back a few inches.
“I need you,” I whisper.
Standing up, you run your hands up my torso, cupping my breasts in your palms. I move back, laying fully on the bed, and reach out for you.
“Get on all fours.”
I move onto my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. You climb onto the bed behind me, positioning yourself between my legs. Your hands grip my ass cheeks, your fingertips pressing into my skin. I push back against you, and the tip of your hard length brushes my pussy.
“Please,” I beg.
One hand grips my hip as you position yourself at my entrance… you press in slowly, filling me inch by glorious inch. My walls pulse around you, the delicious feel of you slipping into me almost more than I can take.
You push in all the way… then slowly back out. Both hands tighten their hold on my hips as you ram back into me. My clit throbs wildly as your balls slap against it. Out, in, pulling me tighter against you with every thrust… out, in, my breasts swaying in time.
Your hands slide over my back, my hips, my ass, setting my skin ablaze with your touch. I slip one hand down to where we’re joined, my fingers automatically seeking out my clit. You grip my hips as you thrust into me. Fast, hard. Oh so deep.
We can both feel me tightening around you as I get closer, and my head lowers as my pussy clenches around you.
My cry of pleasure fills your ears, my body shaking under your hands. Your grip on me tightens as you groan and plunge deep, going over the edge with me…
“Holy shit baby,” you manage a few minutes later, sprawled beside me on the rumpled sheets.
I smile into my pillow.
The End
100 + Guys Saw Me Naked
It was my nineteenth birthday a few months ago. My friends decided to take me out drinking that night. My best friend supplied me with a new strapless bra and g-string panties, but the g-string was so tiny and loose in the crotch that every time I moved my pussy would show through the leg holes, and the bra was a half-demi bra, which pushed my tits up so that my nipples and areolas stuck out over the top of the bra and left me feeling like a slut. Needless to say I wore them anyway. One of my other friends suggested that I wear my shortest skirt and a white button up top.
We wanted to go across the border, into Canada, to a nightclub that my friends had heard about, since I was only nineteen and unable to get into the bars in the US. Unfortunately, it was a Tuesday night, and it was the slowest night of the week. However, the bar that we chose had a hypnotist entertainer that night and was about three-quarters full (approximately two hundred and fifty people). We got there about eleven o’clock at night, and paid our four-dollar cover charge, just as the hypnotist came on stage and was asking for volunteers.
What I didn’t realize until later was that one of the girls that I came with was at that same bar the week before and had witnessed the hypnotist’s act. Apparently he was at the same bar for a month on Tuesday nights. As soon as we got to our table the girl that had seen the act before volunteered me to be in the hypnotist’s show. I didn’t really want to go, but with all the guys screaming and shouting in the crowd I felt that I should maybe try it. Then the girl that had seen the show before walked up on stage, pointed at me, and whispered something to the hypnotist.
The hypnotist started at the other end of the line-up of people on the stage and talked to each one of them until he got to the guy standing next to me. I heard the hypnotist ask the guy how dirty he wanted his part of the show to be, to which the guy replied that he didn’t care. Then the hypnotist bypassed me and went to the girl standing next to me asking her the same question, while I stood there speculating about what he meant by dirty. I kept wondering when he was going to come back and ask me how dirty I wanted my part of his show to be. After a few moments I forgot about it.
The hypnotist was hypnotizing the group of people on stage, and I remember getting sleepy and that’s all. The next thing I knew was I was standing next to the hypnotist, with the guy who didn’t care standing on the other side of the hypnotist. He asked the guy if he was wearing underwear, then he asked me if I was wearing a pair of panties and a bra, to which I replied yes. Well it was the truth, sort of, I mean I didn’t even have to spread my legs to flash my pussy, if I spread my legs at all and crouched to the floor I would flash my entire pussy to the whole crowd, and if it weren’t for my blouse, my bra didn’t really cover anything.
The hypnotist told the two of us that we were exotic dancers, and we were to put on a show for the crowd. The guy was to have half of the stage, and I was to have the other half. All the guys in the crowd gathered around my side of the stage along with my friends. The hypnotist then left the stage to get himself a drink.
I have never seen an exotic act, but I have heard about them. In Canada the dancers take everything off, unlike in some states where the girls can’t flash their nipples. They have to wear a set of covers over their nipples and areolas. In a lot of states the dancers even have to keep their g-string on.
I could hear the music as I started to gyrate my ass. I began with my skirt, and as I lowered it to the floor the guys in the crowd went wild. I was smart though. I kept my legs pressed together, at least for the time being, and only flashed a little bit of pussy when I spun around. Then one by one I unbuttoned my blouse. I turned my back to the crowd and pulled off my top. I could see the eyes bug out from the other guys in the contestants row. Then I spun around so that the entire crowd could see my nipples. I crouched to the floor, spread my knees apart, and the crowd really went wild as my pussy came into their views. My friends were busy taking pictures of me with their phone cameras. My pussy, ass-hole, and tits were on display for more than one hundred guys and at least fifteen or twenty phone cameras and digital cameras when I leaned back.
I was in the midst of lowering my g-string when the hypnotist came back on stage and stopped me. I got it down to my mid thighs. The crowd booed the hypnotist. My best friend came up on stage and whispered something to the hypnotist. At first he said no, but then with a little more persuasion from my friend, he looked at me and then back at her. Then he said, “Ok. I guess it would be all right.” He came to me and told me to continue.
I had pulled my g-string back up, but when the music started again I pulled it right off. Then I undid the clasp at the back of my bra. I pulled it off as well. I danced on the stage completely stark naked for about two minutes while the crowd went utterly insane. Bending over with my ass to the crowd, I could see my friends with their cameras taking pictures like they’d never seen a phone camera before.
The hypnotist told me to stop and put my bra and panties back on. He put me back to sleep for a while. The next thing I knew the hypnotist woke me, and he said that I was to become fully awake when the crowd made a lot of noise, but I was to go into a deep trance when the hypnotist snapped his fingers three times. He told me to start dancing again. I only had my bra and g-string on, so I really didn’t have much to take off this time. Unbeknownst to me he had told the crowd to keep completely quiet this time. I started to gyrate my ass around the stage and then took down my g-string. I danced with my bare shaven pussy in full view of the one hundred or so guys that were in the nightclub for about three minutes. Then I reached around my back and undid my bra. As it was a strapless bra, it hit the floor in front of me. I was utterly naked in front of all those guys for a second time in the same night, while my friends and others took pictures of me from every angle possible. The hypnotist let me dance for two more minutes before he told the crowd to make some noise for me. They all started to yell and scream.
I immediately came out of my trance, and when I realized where I was and that I was naked, I turned beet red and tried to cover my breasts with my right arm and my pussy with my left hand. To say that I was embarrassed would be an understatement; however, it was kind of a turn-on at the same time. I couldn’t believe myself. I was really feeling horny. I actually enjoyed flashing all those guys. I turned around, spread my fingers apart, and lowered my right elbow, so that my nipples and inner pussy lips showed. Then I spun back around so that the crowd could see my pussy lips and both of my hard nipples. I was still red in the face, but I was getting pleasure from exposing myself to a room full of guys.
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Forgetting the cameras in the room, I closed my eyes and nonchalantly began to stroke my clitoris with my fingers. I could feel my pussy dripping down my leg, and I thought, ’this isn’t going to take long. Not long at all.’ Just as I was going to cum the hypnotist snapped his fingers three times, and I fell into a heap on the floor.
When the hypnotist woke me again he was explaining to the crowd that he had never pulled this next gag off with a woman; usually just guys. “Let’s see what happens,” he said. He told me that I had to pee really badly. However, he told me that when I got into the bathroom, and only when I was in the bathroom, I would discover that I had no cunt, that I had the world’s largest cock between my legs. I walked off of the stage, after putting my bra and g-string back on, between all the guys to the washroom. As I passed by all those guys I felt at least thirty hands on my naked breasts and buttocks.
I walked into one of the stalls in the washroom and sat on the toilet. It felt very strange, cold and wet, and when I looked down at myself I could see a huge cock dangling in the water where my pussy used to be. “Oh my god,” I screamed!!! “Where is it; where’s my pussy?” I could hear everyone laughing outside the washroom. I reached down and touched the cock between my legs. It certainly felt strange, but it felt like a real penis and looked real enough, not that I had much experience with cocks before. I had only seen one cock before that and that was on my little brother, and I never touched his penis.
It scared the hell out of me. I went running from the washroom, with my g-string around my right ankle, right into the arms of a stranger. He was an older guy, about forty years old, but he was very good looking. “Whoa cutie,” he said. I was in his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist. His hands were under my ass, and with my g-string around my ankle, there was nothing between his hands and my pussy. I could sense the lump in his pants growing and knew that it had to be his cock.
I could feel his fingers as they caressed my clitoris, and his thumb as it rested on the entrance to my ass-hole. I immediately had an orgasm; I had to bite my lower lip so I wouldn’t start screaming aloud. I never realized that my ass-hole was such an erogenous zone. My face went red for the second time that night, as I said, “Thank you,” to the stranger.
“You are very welcome, but for what?” was all he said, he was grinning like he knew exactly for what.
“For the org…” I was about to say ‘for the orgasm’ but caught myself before I said it, thank god. My face was red enough as it was. “Never mind.”
I made my way back to the stage and just as I walked back on stage the hypnotist snapped his fingers three times again. Down I went. The rest of the hypnotists act with me and without me is insignificant to my story except his last bit with me. He woke me for the last time and said that I was to experience sex with anyone that I wanted. He said that I was to have massive verbal multiple orgasms while doing the sexual act. He told me that the person that I was having sex with was licking my cunt. Those were his exact words, and I really never liked the word cunt before that night, but afterwards I found that I really liked it especially when I am aroused.
My eyes roamed around the room and settled on the forty year old guy, and I licked my lips to let him know that it was him that I was imagining up on stage licking my cunt. Then he was there, with his face in my crotch, his fingers playing with my ass-hole, his tongue alternately licking my cunt deep and settling on my clitoris. I was going to have an orgasm. I could tell that it was going to be an enormous one. “My cunt, My Cunt, MY CUNT is going to cum,” I screamed. “OH MY GOD,” I was yelling as loud as I could. “MY CUNT IS CUMMINNG!!!” I had about six or seven massive orgasms right in a row, each one twice as intense as the one before it.
I needed to rest for a minute or two after my monumental orgasms, but the hypnotist had other ideas. “He is entering your cunt with his enormous cock now,” said the hypnotist. “You can feel it stretching your cunt to its limits.” I was on my knees with my ass facing the rest of the contestants, my eyes apparently on the forty-year-old guy; however, that is not how I remember it.
The forty-year-old guy was behind me shoving a huge cock into my pussy. It slipped right in past my hymen amazingly without any pain. He pulled out temporarily and shoved back in hard until he was buried up to his testicles. I felt every inch of his cock as it entered my cunt. Honestly I know how ridiculous this sounds, but it felt like his cock was coming out of my mouth. I could feel his fingers on my nipples from one hand and the fingers on the other as they searched for my ass-hole. Soon I felt his finger as it found my ass-hole and made its way inside.
Immediately I began to scream, “OHH MYY GODD!!! I’MMM CUMMINNGG!!! MYY CUNNNT IS CUUMMINNGG!!!
The hypnotist told me that I was not to pass out from the pleasure; just keep having orgasm after orgasm. “This love making is to go on for one half hour at least in your mind,” said the hypnotist to me. I must have had at least two thousand orgasms in my imaginary half hour. I was the last person to be awoken by the hypnotist, and when he woke me I was still on my knees in the middle of the stage, still screaming, with my tits hanging out, and my legs spread wide so that anyone walking behind me could see my dripping shaved pussy.
He said, “When I snap my fingers once you will become fully awake, you will remember everything that happened to you here tonight, and you will feel the best that you have ever felt. Every time that you have sex you will experience as many orgasms as you experienced here tonight.” Snap I heard. All of a sudden I was awake, I mean really awake. I could feel my face turn red again in embarrassment, as I put my skirt and white blouse back on and left the stage.
There was only about three-quarters of an hour left to drink in the bar before it closed for the night, so I had to make up for lost time. My friends were already half drunk by this time, so I went to the bar and ordered six double rum and coke for myself. Behind me was the older guy that had caught me when I was coming out of the washroom, the same guy that had given me a huge orgasm just by touching my clitoris and ass-hole, the same guy that I’d imagined on stage making love to me. He reached around me and paid for my drinks. “Thank you again,” I said, my face turning slightly red again.
“You are very welcome,” he replied. “Would you like to come and sit with me?” Since I had one of the keys to our hotel room for the night I went with him. We sat in the back corner of the room in a quiet area away from the music, which was now blaring very loudly. We talked for the next hour, and I found that we had a lot in common. He asked me to go out with him on the following Sunday. Of course I said yes. He kissed me outside of our hotel room, and oh my God it was perfect. I will write again to tell you all about loosing my virginity to him.
The End
Decadence
To have one’s cock deep throated by a young, barely legal, busty blonde, while at the same time be French kissed by an equally young and sexy brunette is a decadent experience. Yet, it was happening to me. To have such a thing happen with women you’ve dreamed and fantasized about for years is nearly indescribable… However, I’ll do my best to fill you in on the details…
My name is Joe. I’m a thirty-something schoolteacher, recently turned college professor. I’m twice divorced, with three strapping sons to my name and two ex-wives. Neither of which has remarried. I guess I ruined them for marriage.
Despite my many mistakes and bad choices over the years, I enjoy being me. The blue-eyed brunette trying to remove my tonsils with her tongue is one good on-hand reason why I feel this way; her blonde friend fellating my penis is another. How, exactly did I find myself in such a predicament, you ask? There in lies the tale.
I first met Marie (the brunette) and Lyssa (the blonde) some seven years ago when I was teaching at a rural middle school on the outskirts of a fair-sized Southern city. They first met that year in my classroom and hated each other immediately. Both were early bloomers, fully into puberty. They had very noticeable figures that outshone every other girl in the class, if not the grade or the school, for that matter. I’m sure some of the younger female teachers were flat-out jealous of Marie’s long, lean legs and perfect proportions, or of Lyssa’s amazingly large rack.
As a relatively young male teacher, I was thankful every day these two studies in opposites came through my door. I was also intensely careful to not reveal my unprofessional appreciation of these two particular students. Being a minority in a female dominated profession, I’m sure I got my fair share of young teen-aged crushes… The day I overheard these two wildcats arguing about me being a ‘hunk’ and who had more of a right to want me was a turning point for me. I would never entertain ideas of a relationship with a student, especially an under-age one, but overhearing Marie and Lyssa that day ignited my fantasies.
I began to consider what they would look like in a few more years, all dressed up in their prom dresses, or when they got to college. Picturing them as college co-eds began one of my regular masturbation fantasies. I’d be 36 around the time they’d turn 18. Making it with two nubile, teens half my age, yet it still being ’legal’ had great appeal.
From that day on, I began pairing these two up in class and giving them just a bit more attention that the other students. At some point, they stopped fighting and joined forces. I’m pretty sure they coordinated the days when they wore skirts too short to be dress code acceptable. I’m also pretty sure they enjoyed the extra attention they received when they did. They became fast friends, complementing each other academically and socially. They never seemed to have boyfriends… I guess they figured ‘boys’ were too immature. Besides, I can’t imagine a middle school guy with the balls to approach those ferocious beauties. By the end of the school year, Marie and Lyssa were inseparable and I was in lust. Not so much for them as they were at that point in their lives, but I lusted for the smart, sexual, playful women I knew that they would someday soon become.
The gorgeous twosome eventually went on to high school and despite my best efforts, I lost track of them. My wife and I got divorced and I decided to go back to school myself for a doctorate degree. Time passed and I all but forgot about my two favorite masturbation fantasies. With my divorce still painfully fresh, I threw myself into my studies, and also at the college students underfoot (both the tender under grads and the sensual, more mature grad students) with varying degrees of success. I certainly wasn’t a Don Juan, but I did hook-up now and then. I don’t know if it was by some sub-conscious decision, or just circumstances, but a relationship never developed from those occasional trysts.
I started as a meager grad student, taking classes at night while still teaching at one of the local high schools. When a teaching assistant position opened up, I jumped at the chance and quickly immersed myself in the world of collegiate academia. I was considered an A.B.D., or “All But Dissertation” and was liked by both the faculty and administration. I could tell I was being groomed to become a full professor, just as soon as my degree was complete. Another reason to like being me.
It was Autumn, and the campus was going on mid-semester break. I’d been invited to one of the Department chair’s famous parties. They were rather exclusive, by invitation only and quite wild. The Chair, or ‘Doc’ as he liked to be called, was very well off. He’d married into money and they’d invested wisely. He really didn’t have to work anymore, but being the chair gave him the scope of contacts needed to throw a bash like this one every semester or so. His wife, as I’ve come to understand, schedules her visits to family overseas to coincide with his scheduled parties. This way, they have no awkward questions or circumstances … a happy arrangement I’d say.
The party was held at Doc’s house. ‘Mansion’ might be a better term, as it sat upon ten wooded acres in the middle of the old part of the city. It had a high iron fence and an electric gate barring the drive. A private security guard hired for the occasion checked my name against the guest list before allowing me through. The winding drive gave way to a splendid view of the house proper, all lit up in the twilight. Another private security guard directed my convertible to a side yard turned parking lot. Judging from the number of parked cars, I figured there were maybe 30 or 40 guests. Rumor had it that only the best and the brightest were invited, mostly from the ranks of faculty and graduate students. But occasionally, exceptional under grads were given the honor of attending. Sometimes the definition of exceptional extended to the area of looks or skills in the sack… if the rumors were true.|
Doc’s two graduate assistants, John and Deborah, greeted me at the door. Both were young and good-looking. We exchanged ‘hellos’ and Deb directed me to the w t bar as John checked my name off a list on a small pocket PC.
I made my way to the bar, trading smiles and greetings with those I passed. As the ’new’ guy, I knew only about half of the guests by name, but recognized most of them on sight. I ordered a Jack and Coke and drink in hand, found a quiet corner to scope out the party.
“Been here long?” a pleasant voice asked from my elbow. I turned and saw Dave, a fellow A.B.D.
“Hey! No, I just got here. You?” We shifted our drinks and shook hands. Dave and I weren’t in competition because he was in the running for a position at a small college back home on the East coast.
“Oh, I’ve been here a while. I’m trying to pace myself, these things can go all night.”
“Have you seen Doc?” I asked.
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Dave shook his head and then nodded towards the staircase.
“He may be in the library upstairs… second landing, last door on the right.”
“Why would he be up there instead of down here?” I asked.
Dave took a long pull on his beer and regarded me with raised eyebrows. I decided to take the hint and wandered off to the stairs.
“Let me let you in on a little secret… You may have lost track of me, but I’ve never lost track of you. After I left your class, you moved to teaching high school. Not mine, darn it, but you followed me after a fashion.”
I started to speak, but she shushed me with first a finger to my lips, then a lingering, nibbling kiss to my bottom lip.
“Where was I?” Marie asked, finally breaking our kiss.
Lyssa pulled her mouth of my cock and leisurely stroked it. “Followed you to high school.”
“Right. Thanks.” And then pushed her friend’s eager mouth back onto my glistening prick. “Don’t interrupt me.” she admonished with a giggle. Marie turned back to me and settled her head on my shoulder.
“I kept up with you the whole time. Your divorce… you moving into that dump of an apartment and then later to your current house. The one you’re still fixing up.”
She idly unbuttoned the first few buttons of my dress shirt and reached inside. She began to run her fingers through my chest hair and trace circles around my nipples with her manicured nails.
“I know lots and lots about you… your recent unsuccessful relationships. Your failed marriage. Your stories that you post anonymously on the Internet…. I know about everything. I even know…” She raised her head to speak quietly into my ear. Punctuating each word with a kiss.
“I” kiss “even” kiss “know” kiss “what” kiss “makes” kiss “you” kiss “tick.”
She pulled her head back and placed her hands alongside my head, turning it until we were nearly nose-to-nose. Her gaze shifted every few moments between my eyes and my lips. I simply stared at her trying to make sense of it all, while at the same time both ignoring and enjoying the party going on below my belt.
“It’s sex, Mr. Greene. Joe.” she closed her eyes and shivered slightly. “Joe.” She opened them again, bright and full of… something. Lust? Love? Satisfaction? I didn’t know.
“I’ve waited for years to call you ‘Joe’, Joe.” She smiled. “Joe. Joe. Joe. But back to the subject at hand: Sex. You’re problem is sex.”
She delivered this news with wide-eyed honesty and complete conviction. It never occurred to me to argue with her. Besides… She was right. She was voicing some of my deepest feelings and concerns, out loud in a manner that I never had.
“You don’t smoke. Don’t do drugs. Drink only socially. Don’t gamble. Don’t beat your women.” she paused, pinching my left nipple hard enough to make me give an in involuntary gasp of surprise. “Sex is your vice. You need it. And when you don’t get the quantity or quality you want from you relationships, you go elsewhere, sometimes to your detriment.”
This statement both shocked and embarrassed me. Both for the same reason: it was true. It’s a strange feeling being embarrassed and fellated at the same time. Mr. Happy started to flag a bit. I think Marie read my mind through my expression. She immediately took my face in her hands again.
“Ohh baby, no.” she soothed. “I’m not telling you it’s bad, or your fault… It’s just the way you are… Just the way I love you.”
I was still processing my feelings and the significance of what Marie had just said when she interrupted my train of thought with a passionate kiss. All my thoughts melted as my lust surged. When our lips parted, Marie’s voice was laden with passion.
“We’ve been in here too long. We need to get down to the party and say our ‘goodbyes.”
“Goodbyes?” I asked, a bit confused. “Yes, goodbyes. We can’t strip down and all fuck right here on the couch, as much as I’d like to…” She looked down at Lyssa and ran her fingers through the mass of blonde curls. She tugged, pulling her friend off my spit-soaked cock.
Lyssa made a whining noise, whether from her pulled hair or from her deprivation from my penis, I’m not sure. I’ve found over the years that there’s a small segment of the female population that not only enjoys fellatio, but gets off on it. Lyssa was obviously one of these.
Marie pulled her blonde counterpart into an open-mouthed kiss, then mock snarled at her.
“We haven’t got all fucking night… get him to cum so we can get out of here. I’ve got places to go and people to fuck.” Lyssa grinned crookedly and settled back down between my legs. Marie turn back to me and whispered in my ear.
“Cum, Joe. Cum in her mouth.” she encouraged me. “Get your hands in that curly blonde mess she calls hair and make her make you come.”
I did as instructed. I gripped the long curls on the sides of Lyssa’s head and felt/heard her purr in contentment. I guided her open mouth to the tip of my raging hard-on. She reached out with her tongue and began to circle my oozing head.
“Fuck her throat.” Marie coaxed as she raised herself up on her knees on the couch. She now looked down on me, her breasts level with my face. She pulled up her shirt and presented me with a view of her firm, succulent breasts and small, erect nipples. I immediately began to lick and nibble, eventually closing in on a nipple and sucking.
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“Yesssss.” Marie hissed, circling my head in her arms. Then she added Urgently. “Cum, Joe! Shove that big, beautiful cock down this slut’s throat. Use her. She loves being used! Do it.”
I needed no further encouragement… still suckling at Marie’s breast, I began to pull Lyssa’s head towards my crotch. Sinking my cock further and further down her throat. Once I felt her nose in my pubic hair, I held her there, savoring the sensations. I then raised her head and began to pump her mouth up and down on my cock. I started slowly, but began to increase the pace with each stroke. The sensations began to overwhelm me. I gave a moment’s thought to what was happening; having my cock balls deep down the throat of a barely legal busty blonde, and at the same time nibbling and sucking on the breasts of a brunette I’d lusted after for years… I could take no more…I came. With a loud groan I tensed, pulling Lyssa’s face fully down on my spurting prick. I felt her throat seize up and contract rhythmically. She was swallowing my seed, not losing a single drop or sticky glob.
My roar was muffled nicely by the most beautiful set of hooters I’d ever had the pleasure to meet. “Yes! That’s it! Fill that slut up!” cheered Marie. She sat back down, snuggling next to me on the couch her shirt pulled back in place, but her firm nipples clearly noticeable behind the thin fabric.
Still kneeling between my legs, Lyssa let my softening cock slip from her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned crookedly at me. “Wow, Mr. Greene. You must have been saving up! You taste great.” “Next time, it’s my turn to taste him.” Marie said as she pulled her friend up from the floor. Lyssa snuggled up next to me on the couch, opposite her brunette friend who was now gently tucking my temporarily flaccid prick back into my boxers and zipping up my khakis .
Alyssa took my hand, the one that had recently been gripping the back of her head and stuck it between her legs, under her miniskirt. I immediately felt the heat and moisture from her crotch.
“Blowing you has gotten me sooo wet.” she breathed in my ear.
If I wasn’t in such a state of shock, I would have snaked a couple of fingers past the thin barrier that her G-string provided and finger-fucked her to a quick orgasm or two… But the surprises kept coming.
“You know…” Lyssa continued, “If next time she sucks you, will you fuck me? I’d like for you to fuck me, Mr. Greene.” She let out a giggle and then stuck her tongue in my ear. “You can fuck my tight, wet pussy.” Now she was nibbling on my ear. “Or you could fuck my tits…. or you could fuck my ass… Marie says I scream too much when my ass is fucked, so you might have to gag me.” She giggled again. “Actually, Mr. Greene, you can fuck me any way you want.”
I turned my head and regarded this blonde vixen in open-mouthed awe. The smiled at me and then kissed me on the nose. I looked at Marie who was now standing in front of the two of us. She was wearing both a serious and lustful look.
“She’s serious Joe. A few years ago, Lyssa and I got together and she decided that all she really wanted was me. She still likes boys, but basically she’s mine. I, on the other hand have always wanted you… so I guess what I’m saying is that you get us both.” She held out her hands to each of us and we got up off the leather couch. The three-way hug/kiss that followed was both interesting and too complicated to fully describe. When we broke it off a few minutes later, we readjusted clothing and headed downstairs.
Doc smiled as he saw me approach, and broke from his gathered court. He warmly shook my hand and gave both Marie and Lyssa, a cheerful yet leering look up and down. He turned his attention back to me. “I see you’ve met of my prize under-grads, Joe. They seem to have taken a liking to you.
“Um, yeah.” my vocabulary wasn’t where it should be right then. He saw my discomfort and laughed a loud chuckle.
“Don’t worry Joe. I know all about it… Why do you think both you and they are here?” He shifted his gaze to the attention our little group was receiving from the other guests.
“Still… While there are no official sanctions against fraternization between faculty and students… I should at least maintain the appearance of a proper faculty member.” He leaned in and whispered, “otherwise I’d offer you one of the guest rooms and referee myself. But unfortunately, it’s not to be. Girls, be gentle, but not too gentle. I’ll see you in class, week after next.“
He again shook my hand and raised his voice. “Sorry to hear you’ve got to leave early. I’m so glad you could come.” He added a conspirator wink. “The boys downstairs will be sure to get your cars unblocked.” With that he turned and rejoined his waiting court. Marie and Lyssa steered me out.
Getting home was a blur. I know I drove, with Marie beside me, hand on my thigh, head on my shoulder. But I don’t remember the trip. We didn’t talk and I was on autopilot. It was only when we were getting out of my convertible and I saw Lyssa pull up my drive that I realized she had followed us in either her of Marie’s car. Hell, maybe it was ’theirs’. I fumbled with the keys and unlocked the door. I allowed myself to be pulled down the hall to my bedroom by Marie, while Lyssa, if my hearing was accurate, rummaged around in the kitchen and liquor cabinet to make us all drinks. It looked to be a very interesting night.
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Anticipation
She pulled into the driveway, put the car in park, picked up the bottle of water, draining it of it’s contents, quickly checked her makeup in the mirror, ran her fingers haphazardly though her hair, ruffling it some, pulled the keys out of the ignition, dumping them into her purse as she grabbed it and the overnight bag.
She opened the car door, feeling the cold air waft up her skirt as she stepped out of the car, one leg perched on the driveway, the other still inside the car. She pushed the button to lock it, stepped completely out; stretching her cramped legs and closed the door.
She felt her tummy flutter, her inside tumble and tingle, her nipples tighten inside her bra, her pussy clench as her thighs pressed together for a brief moment as she walked to his door.
She went to ring the doorbell when he caught her eye and waved her in with his hand as he was on the phone. A mischievous light forming in her eyes as they danced and her lips forming into a slightly evil grin as an idea formed in her head. She opened the door, walked through his living room and into the kitchen where she dropped her bag and purse; quietly of course as he put his finger to his lips for her to be quiet and rolled his eyes as he continued his conversation on the phone.
She made her way to the bathroom and freshened up, ruffling her hair again, letting it frame her face slightly as the soft curls settled back into place around her shoulders and neck. She popped a breath mint into her mouth and felt it melt against her warm tongue as she applied some lip-gloss; she swallowed as the mint freshness filled her mouth and throat.
She emerged from the bathroom and peeked around the corner, noticing he was still on the phone, leaning against the kitchen counter in a t-shirt and sweats, hair still a bit wet from the shower he had probably taken right before she had arrived. She would usually stand there, shifting from foot to foot, hands clasped behind her back, patiently waiting for him to get off the phone, waiting for him to make the first move towards her which usually was a hug and kiss saying hi and welcoming her at the same time, but not this time. She was feeling a bit brazen and was horny as hell.
She could feel her pussy pulse as she approached him. She walked over to him and fell to her knees, linking her fingers into the waistband of his sweats, tugging and pulling them down off his waist and hips, glancing up at him as his eyes initially widened in surprise or maybe even shock at her boldness. He pushed forward from the counter he’d been leaning against just long enough for her to pull his sweatpants from his waist, never once losing his concentration from the ongoing phone conversation. The only part of him that revealed he wasn’t fully concentrating on the conversation was his eyes as he glanced down at her, the surprised look fading as a glimmer of lust replaced it.
She continued to look up at him, awaiting a sign from him for her to stop or a look of annoyance as he was talking on the phone, but none came, so she continued to pull and tug at his sweatpants, slowly revealing his bare flesh. Her gaze wavered away from his as his bare hip came into her view first, a quick intake of breath at seeing it, a lick across her lips before she leaned in and nipped at the skin along his hip, glancing up as she heard him pull in a quick breath and then clear his throat, she briefly stopped and stifled a giggle as he playfully glared down at her. She moved to his other hip she had bared and suckled and licked along the hipbone tracing its outline with her tongue. He didn’t falter in his conversation this time but she heard his voice grow a bit deeper and lower. She felt his cock twitch against her chest as she kissed across his tummy. She sat back on her heels and tugged some more, trapping his cock right underneath the rim. She could see it pressing against the material, straining to get released.
She leaned forward and nuzzled against it with her nose, then her mouth and lips. She heard him suppress another cough as he shifted his legs apart just a bit. She peeked up to check and his eyes were now dark, glazed over in desire, reflecting his lust. She smiled up at him as her hand slid inside the waistband, gently encircling his cock with her fingers and released it from his pants, softly groaning as her tongue flicked across her lips. She could feel her stomach tighten and her pussy squeeze and clench as her thighs rubbed against each other. She didn’t care if he was on the phone anymore or what her punishment might be if she continued along this path. The craving to have him in her mouth was too much. She wanted to taste him, lick him, and suckle his hard throbbing cock.
She pushed the rest of the material down his muscular legs, letting it bunch up at his feet. She inched closer and parted her lips, letting her pink tongue snake out and lick tentatively along the smooth head. Placing her lips just around the tip as her tongue playfully danced along the smooth head and teased at the small slit.
She quietly moaned in the back of her throat as his musky smell filled her nostrils and a bit of pre-cum dripped onto her awaiting tongue. She could vaguely hear him starting to stutter and stammer through the conversation.
His hand dropped into her hair and rested upon her head. She whimpered at feeling his touch, even if it was in her hair. Maybe it was his way of instructing her to stop or quit, but she was too far gone to care anymore.
She changed tactics and let the tip slip from between her lips, swallowing the small amount of pre-cum she had collected. She turned her head and slid the flat of her tongue down the one side of his shaft, stopping to nibble and suckle as she met his groin, she let her fingertips caress lightly against his newly shaven ball sacs, lifting his hardening cock with her other hand as she swept her tongue along the entire bottom of it, only to then turn and lick down the other side. She pulled back only enough to look at his cock, now wet with her saliva.
She moaned again and looked up.
His eyes were still focused on her and what she was doing but his look had intensified. His fingers entangled in her locks and pulled her head closer.
She felt his cock bump against her lips. She immediately opened them and let him slide his cock into her warm wet mouth. She closed her eyes as her tongue played along his veiny flesh, moaning as she suckled his cock into the warm cavern of her mouth. She heard him struggling to talk on the phone, his breath catching here and there as she started to allow his cock in and out of her mouth, the shaft sliding in and out of her pursed wet lips, an occasional graze of her teeth along the underside.
She felt his grip tighten in her hair, tugging a bit as he started to buck his hips, pushing his cock further in, the tip bumping the back of her throat. She heard him say he had to go and he’d call back later as the phone landed on the counter with a thud.
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His hand joining his other one, entangling his fingers in her tousled hair, controlling her movements as his cock picked up speed and momentum. She slightly rocked on her heels as he fucked her mouth. His grip in hair tightening as he began to shove his cock all the way in, pressing it down her throat.
She happily relaxed her muscles to accept the tip into her throat. Choking back a gag as the thick girth filled her throat and mouth. His moans turning to groans as he stayed buried in her throat. Her face was snuggled against his groin, nose nestled right against his stomach. Soft breaths were wafting against his skin as she breathed through her nose.
Her hands were now gently rolling his heavy sacs between her fingers, causing him to moan more and thrust his hips, further embedding his cock in her mouth. She felt his fingers loosen their grip and she pulled back slightly, gasping for breath through her nose as his cock slipped out of her throat, slid past her tongue, grazing the roof of her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks she sucked hard as he pulled out to just the tip, only to thrust it back in again.
She shifted her position so she was now kneeling instead of being poised on her heels’. Her one hand snaking down the front of her skirt, hoping to somewhat ease the burning ache that was forming in her wet dripping cunt. Her hand stopping right at her bare mound as she felt his warm breath against her ear…
“Nuh uh…no touching…that’s mine to take care of later when and if I determine to do so.”
The emphasis on ‘if’ as her body shuddered and her pussy quivered…her soft groan of protest being muffled as he began fucking her mouth again with his now rock hard cock.
She shifted her concentration from her own cravings to his cock as it picked up speed and momentum. Her mouth was practically drooling as his hands tightened in her locks, completely taking control of the entire situation. She whimpered as she felt his fingers flick across her pert nipple, then grasp it, pinching. She felt warm liquid dribble down her thighs as her inner muscles clenched. ‘oh and no cumming either, no matter what I do’; she whimpered as he twisted her nipple, pinching it even harder between his fingers.
She could feel his cock swell as he fucked her mouth, her tongue flying along his cock as he thrust it in and out of her pursed lips. She inwardly groaned as she felt it twitch against her tongue, each time letting it slip down her throat.
He every so often just holding it there snug, letting it throb deep in her throat. She wanted him to erupt right there, feel his hot thick white cum spurt and run down her throat, coating it; but she knew he wouldn’t allow it and he knew she could suck him for hours if he wanted.
She heard him grunt a few times and at others pulling in raspy breathes. He was close but wouldn’t allow himself to topple. She heard his husky lust filled words against her ear…
‘Do you want something?" as his fingers cruelly twisted and pulled on her nipple. She groaned and shuddered as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, nodding, his cock deeply embedded in her mouth and throat.
He could actually see her throat bulge as his girth filled it. He didn’t need her nod to know what she craved. He knew but he liked to see her submit. He’d make her beg for him in a bit. He continued to fuck her mouth and throat for a few more minutes.
He pulled out suddenly as she gasped for a deep breath, quickly swallowing as her mouth was filled with saliva from sucking and licking him for so long. Her entire body hummed and was on fire. Her cunt was sopping wet. She needed to be fucked now.
He knew it. He could tell from the slight sheen of sweat on her flushed skin, from the look in her now dark blue eyes as she gazed up at him, and from her heavy breathing.
He fell to his knees and pushed her back on hers, grabbing at her shirt and ripping it open, pushing it off of her shoulders, baring her chest, her tits straining at her bra, reaching behind her to unhook it, roughly removing all of it, leaning down to take her red rock hard nipple between his teeth and biting it.
Her quick intake of breath was followed quickly by a mixture of a moan and a groan as he bit down. Her hand gripping the back of his head as her other one raked down his back. The nails made him bite down even harder. She was shuddering in need pinned beneath him.
His other hand gathered up her skirt, shoving it up her thighs, bunching it at her waist. Trailing his hand up her inner thigh expecting to slip his fingers and hand under her panties to tease and toy with her wet slit.
He instead found bare hot wet smooth skin under his probing fingertips. His fingers washed up her wet slit to find her clit, coating it with his fingers. He eventually replaced them with his thumb. He was rubbing and pressing against the nub as he shoved two fingers into her wet wanting hole.
She clutched at his back as a soft scream escaped her lips.
He murmurs against her tit “No cumming”.
She groans in frustration as his fingers work their magic and bring her right to that edge, then withdraw.
She whimpers as she pants for breath.
He does this a few times more, bringing her right there, and stopping suddenly. Each time her groan of protest is more pronounced.
He nibbles up along her chest to her neck and licks, “Tell me what you want!” He was thrusting in 3 of his now drenched fingers while pressing against her throbbing hard clit…
“I need you,” her three words of admission.
He withdraws his fingers just a bit and pushes them back in, “you need what?”
Grinding against him she groaned, “I want you!”
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He wiggles his fingers inside of her and thrusts them in deeper, “you want and need me to do what? Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. Tell me you need my cock, here, inside of you!” as he said as his fingers fucked her harder and faster. He nibbled and breathed against her ear before softening his voice to whisper, “tell me you want and need me to fuck you”
She again whimpers and raises her hips against his invading fingers…she’s close…she knows it and so does he…she struggles for her words.
He withdraws and holds his fingers right at her sopping hot entrance….he can actually feel the heat radiate from her quivering cunt.
She softly moans in a lustful ache.
So, he repeats his request upon her ear in his soft sexy demanding whisper, “tell me…now!”
She utters softly, “I want your cock.”
“Tell me where you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
She hesitates and he rams his fingers back into her…she body quakes with need. She relents. “I want you to fuck me with your cock” she utters through pants of breaths.
He pushes it with the words, “beg me and tell me how much you want me to fuck you, how badly you need me to fuck you”
She can’t think. She’s overcome with lust and wanting. She reaches and grabs him by the back of his head and looks at him. “I want you to fuck me with your cock, hard and fast, make me explode all over it, soaking your balls!”
He groans and quickly moves in front of her, grabs his rock hard cock and positions it at her entrance. He doesn’t even hesitate as he feels the heat hit the tip, her slick wet bare lips make contact, he thrusts in hard, burying his entire length into her spasming pussy, her muscles clamp down as her nails dig into his shoulders.
He murmurs against her neck. “Not yet.” Sinking his teeth into the juncture of her neck, “don’t you dare cum yet.”
She groans but obeys and holds back.
He begins to pull out and thrust in so they can both look down and see his cock, slick and shiny covered in her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy.
The sight alone sends her reeling.
He reaches up with both of his hands and cups her tits, squeezing, mauling them before taking both her nipples between his fingertips, pinching them. He groans as he feels her inner muscles squeeze, clench and grip his cock as his fingers tighten…he pulls back till just his tip is at her entrance, her folds sucking him back in, almost as if they are begging, he slowly pushes in and pulls out.
She whimpers, “please…”
“Please what?” he asks. Already knowing what the response will be.
“Fuck me!….harder! Hard and fast…pleeea…” Her last few syllables being cut off because she is absorbed by how his is cock ramming her wanton pussy.
He feels her muscles ripple along and around his entire shaft, “Cum…now!!!” he demands.
She bursts and screams as her orgasm erupts deep inside of her and she floods his cock and balls.
He moans as he feels the hot liquid spurt from her cunt and splash upon his sacs.
She continues to moan and groan and whimper as her orgasm rolls over her, more and more fluid flooding out, soaking both of them.
As he starts to feel her calm down, he pulls out and tells her to flip over onto her stomach.
She shifts and lies against the cold floor, her flesh on fire.
He pushes her skirt up over her ass, exposing it and settles himself between her legs.
She pushes up and backs up a bit, expecting him to slide back into her still quivering pussy.
He places a hand upon her ass cheek and pulls, placing his wet coated cock at her ass, and he presses and pushes the tip into her tight entrance.
She moans and wiggles, pushing back against him as he sinks his dick into her tight hole, hitting that first rim of resistance. She inhales a quick raspy breath. Eventually, she expels it with a yelp as his hand comes crashing down upon her ass cheek. She moans and wiggles more as the heat radiates on her flesh, she feels his cock push past the tight rim and she groans as she feels his cock filling her ass.
He spanks her a few more times and she presses back against him until his entire length is sunk into her hole, stretching it, her now pink warm ass nestled against his thighs. He softly moans at feeling the heat against him and drops a few more well placed smacks, turning the pink to red.
Her cunt clenches with each smack.
He can feel the quiver. His hands move to her hips and grip them, holding her there, letting her adjust to his entire cock being in her ass…he hears her utter, “fuck me.”
He pulls back just a bit and pushes his cock back into her tight ass, “Oh fuckkkkkkkk,’ she groans, “pleeease, oh god, pleeease…just fuck me…”
He grins and starts up a rhythm of fucking her, an occasionally smack or two or three with his hands upon her now red ass cheeks, increasing his pace and speed…he feels her body quake and quiver beneath him…he feels his cock twitch and swell as he fucks her tight ass…he starts to grunt and breathe heavily.
She clutches at the floor as she cries out, “I’m gonna cum!”
He rams himself into her ass, groans loudly, leans over and sinks his teeth into her shoulder blade.
She screams his name.
His cock spurts out massive amounts of hot cum into her quivering ass.
She can feel her hot liquid pool beneath the two of them as his dick quivers in her ass, emptying itself into her…she tightens up a few more times as each orgasm hits producing more and more liquid.
He finally rolls to his side pulling her along with him.
His cock still in her ass as she turns to look at him and grins and states, “um, I think I soaked your floor.”
He playfully tweaks a sore nipple, swatting her backside while retorting, “and I just mopped it too. Bad girl.” Swatting her other cheek, “we’ll have to come up with a suitable punishment.”
She grins even more as she nips his nose, “oh I’m sure you’ll come up with something appropriate and suitable’…squeezing his cock with her ass muscles as he groans against her shoulder.
Snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her to him, they lay there longer snuggling.
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