“Excellent work gentlemen. That only took an hour to show what real party boys you are. Not the four hours it took Sally to show you what a party girl she was. Here, drink this.”
He passed each a glass of cloudy water. The football stars knew better than to refuse to drink.
“Holmes and I have urgent business to attend to. But I must explain your position. That phone call I received before was from two of my colleagues who have been interviewing Josie and Amie. Both have signed affidavits saying Sally was raped. We have a blood sample from Sally showing that with the amount of alcohol in her blood she was incapable of giving informed consent. We have the video.”
“If you go to the police over this matter, rest assured that they will soon be questioning you about rape.”
All four strangely felt relieved. At least they weren’t going to be prosecuted. Sally’s silence would be the price of their silence. Sure Zac and Danny would miss a season, but that happened to footballers for all sorts of injuries.
They started to become drowsy from the sleeping powder Janders had given them. The last thing they recalled before they went to sleep was a conversation between Holmes and Janders.
“Now, Holmes I always get confused by the buttons on this camera. One will save this video and the other will send it as an email attachment. Which one is the save button?”
“This one,” grunted Holmes.
Janders pushed it and then watched the screen.
“Holmes I think you got that wrong. Look it’s saying that it has sent it as an email to the football franchise.”
The four tried to rise in protest but their legs were weak. Janders and Holmes waited another five minutes until they were all asleep. They rearranged the sleeping bodies and quietly departed.
The video also went to a number of porn sites: gay and straight, to a number of football magazines, to the franchise owner and dozens of other interested parties.
When the coach of the team found the video attached to an email he looked at it for half a minute then drove to Clint’s house. The front door was unlocked. The sight that greeted him was quite peaceful. His four stars were sleeping. Clint in a 69 position with Jim, Zac in the same position with Danny. Four cocks were in four mouths.
But when the coach noticed the four rods extending from four asses he wasn’t quite so overcome with the concept of peacefulness.
Even less so when a dozen paparazzi who had been tailing him charged in and started taking photographs.
Unfortunately, because they slept so long all their anal juices had dried providing no lubrication to let the rods be removed. The coach, who was unfamiliar with Nazi torture methods and thought the rods were “Fucking bizarre”, had to take them to hospital to have the rods removed. As none of the footballers could sit because of their anal intrusion he could only take them one at a time lying face down on the backseat of the car.
Although it was an exclusive private hospital which highly valued patient confidentiality the Emergency Department was in uproar by the time Clint arrived. Staff had found the video on the web and were gathered in groups watching, laughing hysterically as Clint made his entrance.
Sally was still in a state of shock and depression the day after her multiple rape. Not only the rape but her dread of what might happen to the video. She did feel a lot better after a courier delivered a package which contained the computer she recognized from the night before. There was an envelope attached. She read the typed note first.
“This is absolutely the only copy in existence. We suggest you put in a bank safe deposit box immediately and take a bit of time to think what you want to do. You will see copies of two affidavits from Josie and Amie saying you were raped. Your choice as to what you do but take your time deciding we suggest.”
It was signed Janders and Holmes which puzzled her as she had never heard of either.
Making sure there was no connection to the Internet she looked at her video. But only for a moment. Tears of relief came to her eyes. She scanned the two affidavits and saw the confessions.
Sally took Jander’s and Holmes’ advice and immediately went to her bank. The activity took her mind off the horrors of the night before.
When she returned home Jill said “Sally this might interest you.”
Jill pointed to the computer screen which was logged into a gay site which had no ethical problems about making the video freely available.
Sally watched with incredulity as Clint sucked Jim’s cock and Zac sucked Danny’s. Then she saw the rods protruding from there asses and did something she had thought was impossible.
She laughed.
Sally was in hysterics when she listened and heard all the men saying how much they needed cocks in their mouths or asses and saying “Thank you party boy,” to each other. All too well she remembered each of them telling her to be a party girl.
All too well she remembered how she had been forced to say how much she loved Clint, how she loved their cocks in her ass.
The franchise owner suspended them until his lawyers could find a reason to sack them. The players association, to it’s regret couldn’t avoid providing them with counselors. But when the four were asked whether they had been forced to perform these acts they remained silent. So great was their fear of Sally’s retribution.
But retribution didn’t come from Sally. One of the four’s previous victims had previously gone to her lawyer to complain about her rape. But the lawyer had told her that her case was hopeless, that the video would crucify her. But the girl received an envelope in the mail containing copies of Josie’s and Amie’s affidavits, but with all references to Sally deleted.
This gave her lawyer the ammunition he needed and a few days later, armed with new affidavits from Amie and Josie they approached the police. The police, who would normally be hesitant to investigate such celebrities, had no concerns after the footballers’ Internet displays. Clint had been foolish enough to keep copies of the videos on his old computer. With the publicity four other girls came forward.
Faced with the overwhelming evidence the footballers’ lawyers advised a guilty plea and to throw themselves on the mercy of the court.
However the judge didn’t like multiple rapists and didn’t like gays who stuck rods in their asses and sentenced them to 20 years without parole.
Clint’s first night in prison was terrible. He was forced by the guards to take a shower. He had the area to himself and then saw a hulking guard coming through the steam.
“This is your lucky day party boy. I’ve got your favorite sex toy here,” said the guard brandishing a large truncheon. The guard thought that Clint was just playing a game when he screamed as the soap covered truncheon was thrust 10 inches into his rectum.
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Good The Night !!!
How about a short story - Title : One Night Stand ( Sorry if this is a repost ) Enjoy !!!
I was lying on my couch all by myself in my one bedroom apartment that I used to have. I just turned twenty, and I was just getting home from a job that I have been working at for the last few weeks. I was watching the celebrity channel and was kind of lonely sitting there all by myself.
I was hungry, and had no food in my refrigerator. I decided to go to this family sports bar that I hung out at a lot. I walked in my bathroom and worked on my hair and makeup for about a half hour, in case there were any cute guys there.
I got in my old Honda Accord that I used to drive and headed towards the restaurant. I walked in and sat at the bar and started talking to my good friend Jennifer that worked there. Jennifer and I were friends in high school and we have kept in touch ever since. People were pouring in the door, and Jennifer became busy.
I felt lonely sitting there by myself, and I started playing with my nails. I looked down to the other side of the bar and there was a guy sitting by himself watching the football game with a beer in his hand.
I thought he was kind of cute and he made eye contact with me, and I smiled at him. I sipped on my beer and read the menu and out of the corner of my eye I saw him get up and walk towards me. My heart raced and I pretended I didn’t notice him coming over.
“Hello.” he said
“Hi, how are you.” I responded.
“Do you mind if I sit down?” He asked
“No please.” I said pulling out a chair.
He bought me another beer and we talked for quite a while. I pretended I was interested in the football game he was watching. He wore an old hat, and white t-shirt and jeans that showed off his muscular body. He was twenty one years old, and his name was Chris, he was a sweet guy and I enjoyed his company as we ate dinner together. He paid my bill and shook my hand, and left the restaurant.
I sat there for a moment and then I quickly walked out to the parking lot, and walked up to his car that he was just getting into.
“Hey, there is another football game on tonight. I think the Broncos are playing the Raiders, if you want to come over to my place and watch it with me.” I said
Chris kind of looked embarrassed and confused. I was really nervous, and I tried not to fidget with my hands and legs.
“Ok, that sounds good. Do you want to pick up some more beer before we get there?” he asked.
“Yes, as long as you buy it because I am not twenty one yet.�EI said
We walked to the gas station and he bought a twelve pack of beer, and he had a bottle of tequila in his trunk. Later that night Chris and I were sitting on my couch. I had taken some tequila shots and I was feeling pretty good. (Ok I was smashed.) He made a move finally and I felt his arm come around me. I rested my face against his chest as we watched the game.
“So do you really like watching football?” he asked
I lifted my head and looked into his eyes.
“Actually no.” I said “But I like you.”
He smiled at me as he gazed in my eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me softly on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my temperature rose as I kissed him. His mouth parted slightly open and I moved my tongue to meet his. I lied there in his lap just kissing him for a while.
“So do you want to forget about all this football and take me to bed?” I said
Chris picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. My head was spinning from the tequila as I lied on my bed. Chris did all the work as I lied there. He worked off my jeans and worked his hands up my shirt and bra. He had his hand on my left tit, and he was kissing me. I lied there, and I could not remember how he got us in the right position so quick, but before I even knew what was happening I felt his hard cock penetrate me. I moaned as he fucked me with his hard dick. His cock felt good and I tried to get into the sex but I felt so drowsy from the tequila. I told him I was on the pill as I closed my eyes. I felt him cum in me, and that was the last thing I remembered, before I was asleep.
I woke up and I rolled over and saw Chris sleeping by me. I felt really dehydrated from the tequila. I got up and walked to the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. I walked back in and Chris was lying on his back. I climbed on the bed next to him quietly. I lifted the covers off him slowly and saw his cute dick laying there. It seemed to be asleep with him. I lowered my head and carefully took his limp cock in my mouth. I heard him take a breath, and his cock started growing in my mouth. He gently rubbed my face as I sucked his dick. He grabbed me by my waist and he pulled me towards his head, until I was on top of him with my cunt in his face in the sixty nine position.
We lied in that position for over thirty minutes. He seemed to have a lot more strength in his tongue then I have ever felt before. I wasn’t in any hurry to stop sucking his big cock, as he ran his powerful tongue up and down my pussy slit. I gasped in surprise as I felt his tongue run across my asshole. It felt wonderful, I never felt a warm tongue on my ass. I never even thought or heard about it really. His tongue kept circling around my asshole as I sucked his prick. His strong tongue worked up my asshole. It felt weird, and good at the same time, as his tongue moved around the walls of my asshole. I squeezed the muscles in my sphincter and felt his tongue slide out my asshole. He pushed it right back in again, and I spent the next several moments shitting his tongue out of my asshole over and over.
The pleasure was intensifying as he fingered my cunt, and he continued fucking my ass with his tongue. I moaned loud and my muscles locked, and I felt the juices from my twat gush on his face. I turned around quickly and I could taste my pussy on his tongue as I kissed him passionately.
“That was wonderful Chris, your tongue is amazing.” I said
“I enjoyed it too.” he whispered.
I got on my knees in front of the bed where he sat. I wrapped my tits around his cock. I stared at the hole on top of his dick, as I jacked him off with my tits. I pointed my tongue at his dick, and my tongue penetrated his pee hole with my soft tits wrapped around his hard prick.
I leaned my head down and replaced my tits with my mouth, pushing down till his cock hit the back of my throat. I wetted my finger with my cunt and I worked it up his asshole while I sucked him off. I pulled my head up and I lifted his legs and worked my head deep between his legs. I circled his asshole several times with my tongue and I stuck my finger in as I licked it. His asshole loosened enough for my tongue to penetrate. I stoked his cock and rubbed his balls at a fast pace as I tongue fucked his ass. I felt the cum stir in his balls and I held my breath and stuck my tongue as far as it would go up his ass. His asshole squeezed on my tongue and pulsated, as I pumped his sperm out of his cock with my hand. His cum dripped off my hand and landed on the hair on top of my head. I kept my tongue up his asshole until It stopped roping. I pulled my head up and took a big breath, as Chris and I smiled at each other. I crawled up next to him and he kissed me and held me until I fell back asleep.
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It was six in the morning when I felt Chris shaking my shoulder.
“Hey I got to go to work.” He said
I opened my blurry eyes and smiled as I looked up at him. He was dressed and his hair was wet. He had just got out of the shower, and could smell the sexy aroma of soap as it steamed off his hot skin.
“So it was nice to meet you.” he said
I sat up and looked at him confused.
“Ok.” I said sarcastically “Do you want to come by tonight.”
“I can’t I have a girlfriend.” he whispered
I looked at him in disbelief. I really liked Chris, I was kind of hoping we could start seeing each other. My heart felt sad, but I hid my pain from him.
“I see how it is, you just fuck me and leave.” I said smiling.
“I’m sorry, I kind of thought that’s what you wanted, by the way you acted last night.” he said
“Yes, that’s fine.” I said. “Thank you for the good sex and I guess if it doesn’t ever work out with your girlfriend, give me a call.”
I walked him to the door, and I tried to hide my emotions as I walked behind him. He opened the door and turned around and looked at me. I tried as hard as I could, but couldn’t hide the frown on my face.
“Are you ok?” he said
I took a deep breath and gathered my strength.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I said “It was nice meeting you Chris.”
He looked at me with a deep expression of concern in his face. He leaned over and hugged me. I lost control and tears started flowing out my eyes. I felt embarrassed as I sobbed with my head rested on his shoulder.
“I’ll see you later Britney.” he said
I rubbed my eyes and waved at him as I closed the door. I peeked out the window and watched his car drive off. My chest tightened, and the muscles in my face locked up. My body grew weak, and I began feeling depressed about my life. I felt a huge wave of loneliness surround me, and I felt like a complete slut. My back was against the wall and I slid down until my butt hit the floor. I cried my eyes out, until it was time to go to work and start a new day.
The End !!!
One interesting story about a wife - Title : A Wife Gets Wicked . Enjoy !!!
She wouldn’t be there by herself if her asshole husband was worth a shit. She wasn’t planning on being there to begin with, but the pressure to fit in, and attend the annual company party, was intense. Her bitchy little boss hounded her a half-dozen times a week for the past month until she finally caved and made her RSVP. Of course, at the time, she wasn’t hating her hubby so much. He refused to come, put on the fake smiley face, play the game and pretend like their marriage was cool. It wasn’t. He wasn’t. She was pissed, and looking for any excuse to escape the place.
She was the junior member of the office team, 19 women and 3 men working the billings department for a very successful customs import broker. It was a decent place to work, but ripe with politics and clique-filled bullshit. She was glad when she found a seat near a couple of the friendlier ladies she worked with – one of them also without her husband for the night, one of them with her husband in tow. The three of them started a full-blown man-bashing conversation and the dutiful hubby there with them left to hang out with a group of guys by the open bar.
“I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand “The least he could do was keep me company at this thing – it’s not like I was asking him to …”
As her comment, and thoughts of it, drifted off behind the blare of an amplified voice – she lifted her drink to her mouth and listened to the company president make a speech. Blah, Blah, Blah record profits – Blah, Blah team effort – Blah, Blah, Blah best year ever.
“I wonder if these guys know how boring they sound,” she smiled to herself as she pondered, getting the feeling that the alcohol was softening her anger. “Fuck it. This is a party and I’m going to find a way to enjoy myself even without that jackass!”
He walked up to the table behind her just as the group applause was fading, making a brief greeting to the other two women. She thought she felt someone there and turned just as he was getting ready to pull a seat out for himself. She smiled mildly as the VP of transportation made himself comfortable. He had been circling the room for the better part of the evening, stopping at each table to press the flesh and be a “hands-on” manager. This was the first time he sat down.
“You ladies are enjoying yourselves,” he half-asked, half-stated “I wanted to come by and personally thank you for all of your hard work this year.”
She just looked at him and nodded politely. Her thoughts were not about work – but about this guy’s neck and jaw line. She was privately noting that he seemed chiseled out of stone – very angular and taut. He wasn’t wiry like her husband, he was – for lack of a better word - thicker. She wondered if his neck muscles felt as hard as they looked. Then she noticed he had stopped talking and was staring back at her.
“I’m sorry – what?” she just realized that he must have asked her a question while she was mentally idling.
He grinned widely and leaned forward, “I said, would you like me to refresh that drink for you?”
She paused. What drink? Oh. The empty glass in her hand. Now she blushed realizing how ditzy she must have seemed as she stammered, “Oh, of course, yes – please.”
“What’s your poison?” He asked, reaching for the glass.
She turned to the other ladies and interrupted the whisper-fest they were engaged in. It didn’t register that they were giggling and chatting about her. She smiled at them, they smiled in return.
“What is this thing called you guys got for me again?” She furrowed her brow as she struggled to remember the name of the drink.
“Black Russian,” said the older of the two ladies.
“One more Black Russian, coming right up.” He was already out of his chair and headed towards the bar when she realized that she really didn’t want another drink. Of course, she wouldn’t mind watching his tight ass walking away from her a few more times either. She shook her head back and forth a bit, it didn’t help the light-headedness she felt.
“Are you going to be OK?” her soft-spoken office friend asked, “You look like you are less than refreshed by all these drinks.”
“I’ve only had a couple,” she defended herself as she straightened up in her chair to demonstrate that she had full command of her faculties “and I’m having a good time.”
He was laughing to himself as he returned with a drink in each hand. Shaking his head, his chuckling subsided just as he sat down and put her drink in her hand. She took it with both hands, cradling a napkin underneath.
“What’s so funny?” she smiled watching him smile.
“Nothing,” he looked down at his drink, then back up at her “nothing I would repeat in front of a lady.”
Smooth - she liked that. Now she had a real gentleman to keep her company for this party. She didn’t notice when her co-workers vacated the table, and she wouldn’t have cared. She watched her companion as he made business man small talk, watched him make serious faces when he wanted to ensure his point was being taken seriously. He got up and down from his seat a dozen times to greet people as they passed near the table, or those leaving for the night. She didn’t realize at the time that he never did go off to the bar again, but she had a fresh drink all night. She was not the type to be overly impressed by “powerful” men, but this one had her full attention.
She knew he was looking. He was trying to be clever about it, but a woman knows when a man is getting his glances in. She was worth looking at – tall, nearly 5’10” with medium length natural blonde hair. Her long legs were topped by a round ass, which in turn gave way to the slimmer waist of a healthy woman in her 20’s. But she knew, ever since middle school when they first sprouted, that her boobs were the main attraction. She had learned to be picky about choosing bras and clothes that held her 36C tits just right. She was blessed with perfectly proportioned, naturally rounded breasts that almost every male she ever met was mesmerized by. Feeling as relaxed as she was, she didn’t mind this kind of attention – in fact, she felt proud to be getting it.
“I hear you’re a real workhorse in the billing department,” this time he touched her knee as he spoke “they tell me you have great potential.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” she sipped her drink “I’m just doing my job the best I can.”
As she moved to set her drink down, she missed.
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Much of the drink was gone, but the glass struck the leg of the table as it tumbled and shattered at their feet.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, pulling her feet towards her without getting up.
He grabbed a napkin off the table and began picking up the chunks of glass. After he got the biggest pieces, he took another napkin and brushed off his pant leg, although it was only lightly splattered. She didn’t flinch like she might have if she was sober when he folded the napkin over and leaned forward, pressing it onto her thigh where it was wet from the spill. He continued down her dress, over her knee and along the line of her calf – pressing enough to get the job done as well as enough to get a good feel of her firm muscles.
“Uh oh,” he said, never lifting his head as he tsk-tsked, “look at that shoe.”
She peered down to see the largest wet spot right across the straps of her best leather heels. She leaned down and un-strapped it, then the other, and set them both on the table.
“You shouldn’t do that, I didn’t get all the glass,” he warned as she crossed the wet leg over the dry one “last thing I need is for someone to get hurt tonight.”
“It’s about time for me to go anyway,” she said glancing off-handedly at the door, and wondering if he would take the bait.
“You’re here alone, and frankly,” he stared a serious stare “you’re in no condition to drive.”
“I’ll just sleep here.” Her hand waved over the table. She smiled and laughed a drunken, silly little laugh. The kind of laugh that comes when everything is funny.
“Listen,” he began his pitch “I’m not driving back home either – it would be almost 2 hours from here, so I got myself a room. Why don’t you come with me and get cleaned up a bit – then when you’re feeling better, you can drive home.”
She just stared.
“Or I can call you a taxi,” he offered.
“Let’s go.” She said, more matter-of-factly than she had ever said anything.
She was standing barefoot at the coat check when he returned from making his excuses at the executive table. He took the coat as it was being handed to her and turned it open for her. She felt spoiled by this kind of attention and giddy as they headed to the elevators. He placed his hand on the small of her back as they got in to the elevator and again when it opened onto their floor. She noticed how well-manicured his hand was while he fished the key card out and opened the door. She walked right into the bathroom and closed the door.
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Her hands trembled a bit when she wetted a towel and wiped the remnants of that sticky drink from her leg and her foot. Her shoe was a goner, and she tossed the pair of them into the trash, making a loud, clunky noise. When she stood up in front of the mirror, she adjusted her bra and the breasts they held. She admired herself a moment in the mirror. She didn’t look drunk – in fact, she thought she looked fucking hot. Before she left to join him in the other room, she made another “what-the-hell” decision and reached back to unclasp her bra. After she slithered out of it, she let it fall right on top of the shoes and strolled out to play.
He was sitting on the couch with a glass in his hand, offering her what looked like champagne. She took it, set it on the table and leaned back in the chair across from him. He enjoyed the view before, and it was getting better as her tits jiggled under the dress, her nipples lifting little points in the thin fabric. She knew he was a guy who got what he wanted, and she knew he wanted her. She was not making it hard for him to figure out. She rubbed a bare foot up along her own leg and grinned at him.
He moved towards her, settling on one knee and grasped her head with both hands. She met his mouth with hers and opened it when his tongue pushed its way in. There was little tenderness in this exchange, just lust. Her hands roamed over his head and neck – his thick, muscular neck. It felt better than she had imagined earlier. He practically chewed on her open and willing mouth, sucking and tonguing as his hands tilted her head to accommodate his kissing. She slid her body towards him, feeling his heat increase as she did so.
Her dress rode up her thighs as she scooted forward and his hands quickly traveled down the sides of her body. His fingers tickled their way under the bottom edge and grabbed her hips. He gripped and un-gripped her hips for a few moments. Then he released her hips and put them around her waist. He pulled her closer as his hands grabbed and released her. He continued doing this until his hands were fully on her tits. She pressed herself into his touch as he tried to make his hands engulf her entire chest. The skin of his hands was smooth, but his touch was rough, raw and primitive. She liked it. He kissed her harder as his fingers pushed and pulled on her tit flesh.
She was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to do anything else when he suddenly stood up, pulling her with him. The thick bulge behind his slacks pressed against her belly and felt superheated. His hands left her just long enough to grasp her dress and yank it in one clean jerk off over her head. The garment hadn’t even hit the floor before his mouth was on her. His arm was wrapped around her lower back as his other hand held her breast up for his mouth. He kissed her there like he kissed her mouth – open and wet, with lots of tongue. Her tensed nipples were sucked and prodded by his lips and tongue. Then he clasped his whole mouth on her and sucked half of her tit into it, making her gasp by the roughness of it. He switched hands and gave her other breast equal time and attention, slurping and lapping at it with ferocity.
Her dizziness was made worse when he reached down and lifted her with an abrupt motion. He resumed kissing her as he walked her to the edge of the bed, plopping her onto her back. She had undone several of the buttons on his shirt, and it laid open when he leaned over to remove his shoes. She wriggled up onto the bed a bit further while he finished removing his pants and shorts. She expected him to lay on top of her and kiss her some more, or play with her chest, so she was surprised when he climbed onto the bed and straddled her body, one knee under each of her arms.
“Hold them together.” He huskily commanded as he pressed her tits towards each other, “like this, together.”
She did it, pressing her boobs together firmly. He put his hands on top of hers and jammed his boiling hot prick into the tight gap between them. The suddenness of this was both shocking and sexy. His shirt flapped about as he bucked his hips forcefully. She could feel his balls bounce and drag along her body as his prick tried to pry her tits apart. The friction was making her cleavage feel like it was sunburned, but his cock continued to plunge in and out of the space rapidly.
“Hold on,” he paused and tilted his head down towards her chest, releasing his grip on her hands slightly.
His spit landed right on target, wet with the tart smell of champagne. He spit twice more on her mounds and just ahead of the swollen tip of his cock, immediately resuming his pumping as his hands resumed their control of hers. Now the sensation was moist as well as hot, she could feel his member on the skin of her chest. She could sense the ridge of his head plop outside of her boobs, just under her chin, and spread her flesh as it was pulled back between. She moved her eyes from his face, contorted in a rabid grimace, to her own breasts being squeezed into a tight place for him to fuck.
“Oh god yeah, yeah, YEAH, FUCK!” he began to yell as she felt him rise off of her slightly and press forward.
She could feel his pubic hair tickle the bottom of her boobs as his rhythm slowed and he began to cum. The first hot spray hit her right on the bottom of the chin and made her tilt her head back reflexively. He gripped her more tightly as the next two threads of white cum jumped out across her mouth and cheek. She wrenched her head to the side and he finished by sending his splooge into her hair and onto her neck. She reached up and wiped it from her face while he leaned back, groaning, and let the last few dribbles run out of him.
“Holy shit,” she finally managed to say, pulling at the edge of the sheets “all over me.”
He lifted his knee and moved his weight off of her as she rolled to the side and used the sheets to wipe at the gooey sperm. He sat on his knees to her side, putting his warm hand onto a little smear of cum near her boob and rubbing it into the skin.
“You’re still ready to go or something?” she asked incredulously.
“Hell yeah,” he replied, sliding his hand down her body to her hips and across her belly.
“Damn.” She couldn’t believe what she was feeling as that smooth, rough hand of his pushed its way past the side edge of her panties and onto her pussylips. She looked up at him and he still had that serious look on his face. She believed he was going to do whatever he was going to do – she didn’t have much say in the matter anymore. She lifted one leg slightly and let it bend outwards.
He pressed his fingers into the skin of her labia like he was kneading bread. She saw his other hand slide up to her tits and grab them, pinching the nipples in turn. She watched him watch his own hand as it tugged her panties down away from her crotch. She lifted her hips slightly so he could get them off, but once she had one leg out, his hand sprung back to her slit and resumed its massage. He didn’t seem to have a pattern or plan, he just seemed to want to poke his fingers onto every inch of her. He used the palm of his hand to push her inner thigh outward more, and hovered his thumb right over her clit.
Her legs were trembling – or were they just shaking because his hand was moving in such a fervent motion? She felt the first twinges of warmth roll over her pussy as he finally laid his thumb on her clit hood and began to roll it around in random circles. He must have sensed her relax because his fingers stiffened and two of them probed in between her lips and pierced her tight hole. She felt the fingertips stir around her opening, getting wet from her arousal. The pressure on her clit was becoming almost too intense when it changed. She recognized the sound as soon as his spit left his mouth, before it hit her pussy. His thumb lifted and pushed the slippery saliva all over her clit. She let a sound go as he resumed his touch.
“oooouuuuuuhhhhhh,” a long, low moan to match the feeling of heat flooding her clit.
“god damn you are wet, fucking hot,” he muttered as he moved his fingers more deeply into her. “I’m gonna fuck your cunt .”
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Lost in the growing heat and electricity she was feeling, she didn’t respond except to open her legs more widely to his hand. She could feel his tension growing and glanced to see his purple-headed, erect cock pulsing and bouncing between his legs as he penetrated her slit. He let go of her chest and slid down so his hand, arm and elbow were all in a line below her snatch. She looked down just as he stiffened three fingers into a perverse kind of boy scout salute and plunged them into her. Her hands slapped down on the bed in response to this stabbing entry. Her body tensed, bent backwards and she gasped, but she opened her legs as wide as they would go, inviting him to continue.
She could feel him go more deeply with each of the first few thrusts, up to the first knuckle, then the second, then as his hand forced its way as deep as it would go she felt his thumb bump into her clit again. He slowed his hand down only long enough to reposition his body, putting his non-fucking hand under her knee and spreading her out and up. The look on his face was scary, sexy and intense. She didn’t know what to think except to try and relax – relax while he began to finger fuck her pussy with abandon.
“Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” he grunted while his fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. She could feel her lips get shoved aside each time he bottomed out in her. His thumb crashed into her clit over and over – sending sharp jolts of painful pleasure through her belly and down across her legs. She could probably get an orgasm going if he changed his pace a little, but when she reached down to guide him he swatted her hand away and kept doing it to her his own way. “You like this this, huh – getting your tight cunt fucked like this. Fuck yeah.”
She twisted her torso a bit when he left his fingers deep inside her, halting his piston-like motion and replacing it with a grinding and steady pushing. His thumb worked her clit feverishly and she could feel he was spreading his fingers inside of her as he ground his hand done hard. She couldn’t believe she was laying spread-eagled on a hotel bed with a sweaty man’s hand stuffed into her vagina. How did she get here like this? Now she just wanted it to be over.
He made one more primal grunt as he finished trying to jam his whole hand into her. Her twisting and his pushing had scooted her up the bed, and it was obvious he wanted her in a different way now. He slid his fingers out, spreading them while they slipped from her pussy. She felt his slimy fingers on her thigh as he gripped her and slid her body towards the bottom edge of the bed. He never let go of her, tracing a wet line up her leg as he placed one hand behind each knee and forced her legs up, crushing her tits under her thighs. She spotted her own panties, still wrapped in a twist around her calf before he did it again.
The sound of his spitting was somewhat erotic before, now it disgusted her as she felt the globs of saliva splatter on her pussy and her pubic hair, with one shot missing and hitting her on the inner thigh. She felt him bounce and grind his cock on these spots until it was well-coated. His first thrust missed slightly, poking her just outside her labia – but the slickness allowed him to keep on pushing until his prick slipped to one side and pierced her without resistance. She heard her own breath come in shallow wheezes as he let more of his weight fall onto her. She felt like she wasn’t really there – to him especially – she was just a hole for his cock.
“Oh yeah, that’s tight. I’m fucking your tight little cunt.” He announced, getting himself even more worked up than he had been, and pushing even harder on her legs.
Her pussy did feel tight, and his dick felt like a veined fist punching her. His thrusts sped up and the lubrication from his spit began to wear off. Now her lips were being pulled out as he withdrew, and folded inwards each time he pumped himself into her. Her moans now were more pain than anything else. She wanted this penetration to end. The man dominating her was sickening to her, but she knew what to do.
“Yeah, baby,” she said, looking through her own knees at his face. “Come on, baby – gimme that cum.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Yeah. Yeah! Yeah!” his face was tense, and his eyes closed tightly as her words triggered his response. “I’m cumming in that tight cunt. Yeaaaaah! Fuck Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh!”
With her slit pulled so tight, she could feel the tube on the bottom of his cock engorge and contract, shooting his sperm into her. His body tightened and flinched on top of her each time she felt his prick pulse like a heartbeat. She felt his balls rise and fall against her ass cheeks while little beads of his sweat dripped onto her. He twitched and made a deep, low groan as he finished.
When he let go of her legs and rolled off, he ended up next to her laid out on the bed. He turned and smiled at her. She got up quickly, and without a word snagged her dress from the floor on the way to the bathroom. She caught her red-faced visage in the mirror and noticed a string of his cum still in her hair. She sobbed quietly as she wiped it off, turning away from the mirror. His man juice ran out of her slit along her thigh and she reached to turn off the light while she finished blotting him off of her. She untwisted her panties and threw them on the floor before she stepped into the shower.
When she was done, dried, and dressed she left the bathroom and was relieved to see him in the same place on the bed, asleep. She called herself a cab and waited near the lobby in her wrinkled dress and stained shoes. It took several weeks before her guilt drove her to confess this all to me, her husband – and I was crushed by it. By that time, he had left the company to take a job in another state, so there was nothing I could do with my anger, but I wanted to hear how my wife had cheated on me. I pressed her for details that I now regret knowing. Eventually I forgave – but I can’t forget.
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How about another one for the day - Title : Rain . Enjoy !!!
My boss and a few co-workers were going to a sports bar. We had just worked a long day and got out late, my boss offered to buy us a round if we all went. Didn’t want to be perceived as anti-social, so I went. We meet a couple of his business partners, their friends and so on; soon there was quite a large group of people in our “area”. It was loud and smoky, two things I really can’t stand – especially together. I’m one of those people who would enjoy a smaller and more intimate environment.
I finished my beer and excused myself to go to the restroom. As I made my way through the over-crowed place, I caught a glimpse of a young woman who seemed to be out of place. It wasn’t that she didn’t belong there, well not anymore than I did anyway. Her group was rather large too and she seemed to be just there passing time. She had mid-length blonde hair, long legs and a beautiful form. She wore a silky white blouse, short khaki skirt and sat with her legs crossed, much like a true lady should. She was sitting so I couldn’t really tell how tall she was, but she wasn’t short. She wasn’t too skinny either, she was just right. And her lips as she put them to her drink could only be described with one word, luscious. She truly was beautiful in my eyes, much like a dream.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had seen her before, ‘perhaps I did see her in a dream,’ I thought with a smile. I must have been staring because one of her friends jabbed her in the arm and pointed my way laughing. I attention quickly snapped back to the task at hand and continued my path to the back of the bar and into the restroom. ‘I would never have a chance with a woman like that’ I thought as I stood there. ‘She probably has a boyfriend anyway. And this isn’t really my environment, I’m going to call it a night’ I said to myself as I washed my hands. I walked out the door and started making my way back toward my now extended party of mostly unknowns. I stood there bidding my leave with everyone when I found my curiosity of the woman who had earlier caught my attention getting the better of me. Between the crowd and dim lighting, I tried to see her once last time only to find she was no longer there. I was a little disappointed, but not surprised. ‘Just as well’ I thought.
All I really wanted to do was pick up a steak and drop by blockbuster to get a movie or two. ‘Life of a champion’ I said to myself grinning and waving bye to everyone. But that was more my style and pace, something most would consider boring. It didn’t seem like I could get out of the place fast enough, I wanted to rid myself of the noise and crowd. ‘Reminder’ I said to myself just happy to be out of there, ‘next time say no’. I was fidgeting around in my pocket looking for my keys when I caught sight of the woman from inside about to get in her car, and this time she was staring at me.
My disappointment quickly subsided and was soon replaced by anxiety. I didn’t know what to do; I stood there unmoving with a deer in headlights look. I finally broke the stare with a polite smile and walked over to my pickup. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’ I said to myself as I hit my head with the palm of my hand. ‘You haven’t had sex in almost 6 months and all you do is smile and walk away?’ I neared my truck and was about to insert my key into the lock when I heard a soft but very auditable voice from behind me.
“Hey there.” I turned to see the woman who I had just missed my chance with was now giving me another. ‘Well don’t just stand there you idiot’ came a voice from my head, ‘say something’ “Hi” was all I could muster as my throat went dry. Maybe it was still the buzz from the few beers I had that made me walk to her car, but my heart was beating at the fastest pace it has in a long time. A slight breeze whipped around me stirring the sent of a storm moving in. In the air their was a charge of excitement and a mystry of what was to come. ‘Calm down,’ I said to myself. ‘Deep breaths walk slowly, not to eagerly’.
“Leaving your party early?” she asked
“What, that?” I asked throwing thumb behind me as I knelt on the pavement. “It’s not a party, more like a B.S throwing contest.”
She smiled at my poor attempt at humor. “You have somewhere you need to be?” She asked
‘Wow, straight forward isn’t she?’ I thought. “Nahh, I was just going to grab a movie and pick up something to eat.”
“So, your hungry?” she asked.
“Not really, was just going to do it out of habit.” I replied. I could smell her perfume coming from her car as I knelt there, the fragrance so soft yet demanding of attention. She was indeed a beautiful woman, and here she was giving me another chance that I had better not miss. “But how about ice cream?” ‘That a woman ought to enjoy,’ I thought.
“Your cute, get in,” she said through a smile.
Hell, why not. I opened the door to her car in climbed in, my head swimming from the sudden rush of blood, partially from standing up so fast and some from the beers I had just polished off. “I’m Thomas, Tom for short.” She started out of the parking lot.
“I’m Megan. Can I ask you a question?” she asked as she drove the opposite direction from the nearest ice cream place, which happened to be in the same shopping center. I didn’t say anything; I was already in the car and who cared about the ice cream.
“Sure.”
“Is it true what they say about big guys like you? Ya’ll have, ummm…large assets?” she asked. “Your what, 6 foot?” she added.
‘Dang, this girl doesn’t waste any time,’ I thought. “Possibly, but I’m not giving away all my secrets just yet.” I said in reply. “And yes, I’m something like 6 foot.”
“Guess I going to have to find out,” she said in a flirting voice. God, she was beautiful and sexy all at the same time. And I was right about those lips, there were very luscious. As she sat there, her short skirt was barley covering her gorgeous thighs. I loved short skirts on women with long legs, especially when they are barley covered. “That’s the third time you’ve been caught staring.” She said.
“Sorry,” I said jarring my attention to the street ahead. “Hope it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable.”
“It doesn’t, I kind of like the way you’re looking at me. Tell me what about me makes you keep staring?” she asked.
“God, where do I begin? Everything about you is sexy. But to be absolutely honest, I was just sitting here wondering what you felt like, or what it felt like to touch you rather.” She looked shocked for just a second, and then a smile crept slowly across her lips.
“Well, I have to admit,” she said, “That’s original, and extremely hot. I like you.”
“I like you too. You seem sweet and funny as well as beautiful. And I’m sorry to stare, but you have my full and undivided attention. Your eyes and lips, down to your toned legs, your perfectly gorgeous.”
“Flattery can go both ways, sweetie,” she said as she reached down and pulled up her skirt just a bit to barley reveal soft white panties. “And what do you think of my thighs?” I wasn’t surprised when I felt an immediate erection.
“Umm, wow,” is all I could say. She laughed softly and caressed the crease that was her pussy lips in her panties. I managed to close my mouth and swallow to moisten my dry throat. I tore my eyes away for just a second to meet her eyes as she gave me that ‘I want you’ look.
“Where can we go to be alone?” she asked. I didn’t have to ask why, we were both adults and wise enough to know where this was going. My head was swimming; I couldn’t believe what was happening. She was the exact persona of a dream, or a fantasy. The dryness in my throat had been replaced by my heart as it beating twice as fast as before. My erection was throbbing, almost begging for attention.
“Turn here, this road leads to an area that’s pretty isolated,” I managed to mutter. She looked at me with knowing eyes and took the turn. After a short distance we came to a field with a rarely used dirt road that lead around some trees. She took the dirt road pulling up close to one of the trees and turned off the car. The music was still on, local country station playing a song by Garth Brooks. The moon was big and bright, with brief flashes of lightning in the distance as she turned to me. Neither one of us had to say anything; the desire was apparent from the both of us. I looked at her beautiful eyes sparkling in the pale light and leaned in to caress her cheek. She put her face in my hand and closed her eyes to relish the moment.
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She slowly opened her eyes and put her hand on my wrist. “Your pulse is racing, are you sure you want this?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” I said softly trying to swallow my pounding heart. “Do you?”
She didn’t say anything, she didn’t have to. She reached over and unzipped my pants, never taking her eyes from mine. For the first time in a long time I was speechless. She looked down as she revealed my swollen dick, muttering a soft ‘ummm’ she took it all the way in her mouth. I gasped as she started sucking and working my testicles with her hand. I leaned my head back and just enjoyed the moment. It wasn’t long before she had my dick bigger than it had been in the moments before. She released my thick shaft from her mouth and sat up. “Didn’t think this was going to be the end, did you?” she asked smiling.
“I hoped not,” I said. She effortlessly pulled off her white panties, pulled one leg over the shifter and console, then the other - kneeling over me. I managed to pull my pants down to my knees as she slid into a comfortable position. She started unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my neck. I was working her blouse buttons when she grabbed my hand. “Are you sure no one can see us or will come investigating?” she asked with her lips nearly touching my ear. Her perfume was almost overwhelming as I inhaled the scent with every breath.
“No,” I replied. “But if anyone can see, they should be smart enough to know what’s going on and enjoy from afar.” She smiled a devious smile and started unbuttoning her blouse, then unhooked her bra. Hers breasts were indeed large and so succulent, her nipples erect as I softly licked and nibbled. I slowly kissed her, moving up her chest to her neck, then her lips. I kissed her deeply, releasing any inhabitations I held. It felt so good to have a woman next to my skin, her breasts pressing against my chest. My dick was throbbing up and down, touching her wet pussy. Goose bumps ran down my back and then down my legs as I yearned to be inside her. We both continued to touch and feel the other, my hand running down her back and across her round ass, down further until I felt the wetness from her pussy. I put one, then two fingers between her pussy lips, caressing her swollen clit.
My dick seemed to get bigger just touching and playing with her, jumping up every now and then to touch her wet lips. I could tell she was getting more excited as she kissed me harder, longer and even biting my lip softly. I continued to use one finger to spread her clit, softly caressing. I felt my way back further, pushing two fingers deep inside her. As she sighed, I moved my two fingers in and out quickly. She moaned and took deep breaths as I kissed her neck and chest as she moved up and down slightly. I wanted to get her close to cumming, so I quickened the pace at which I moved my fingers in and out of her. The cool feeling of her wet juices dripping on my dick was driving me crazy, strange that it seemed to almost burn with desire.
“Take me now,” she moaned. She pushed me back, lifted the seat release and I feel back with a sudden jolt. She lowered herself on my dick with all the ease of a gentle rain, taking me all the way in her. She was so hot and wet that my body quaked with goose bumps as she embraced me from deep within. She lay there on my chest, slowing her pace so we both could enjoy the moments to come. She moved up and down slowly, her breasts pushed against my chest. Her hot breath spilled on my neck and ear, and with the smell of her perfume all around me combined with the feel of her warm body, I almost lost my composure. I had craved the feel of a woman close to me for so long now, but this was more than I had ever hoped.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as she moved her hips back and forth. ‘Yes, slow and steady’ I thought. I just relaxed my whole body to enjoy being inside this woman. The breathing was heavy, from both of us, as the windows on the car started to fog. We kissed each other furiously as we made passionate love. My hands glided over Megan’s body and around the sides of her breasts. “Oh yes.” I muttered between our deep kisses. She moaned softly in reply. I caressed her back and moved down her ass to feel every part her, doing my best to commit every second to memory. I moved my fingers across her ass hole to where I filled her with my dick. I filled her so completely that there was no mistaken to how a woman and a man could come together. She started moving a little faster as I touched the both of us feeling the connection we made. She moaned louder and with more feeling this time.
I played with the crease between her ass and pussy as I continued to explore with my hands. She started taking long strokes on me pushing down as far as she could. It was so sexy to feel her on me, moving her body to a sexual rhythm. I moved my arm between us to feel her swollen clit, caressing and slowly rubbing her pussy as she moved her hands to touch and explore too. She took hold of my hand, moved across the small of her abdomen then back down to where I filled her, exploring the touch together. We ran our hands up my shaft, to her pussy, then guiding one finger into her asshole as she gasped.
She then left my hand there to again caress and fell the love we made, and moved her hand to her pussy. There she began to masturbate herself, breathing heavily between our kisses. ‘Now this is sexy,’ I thought. A sense of euphoria came over me as I started to feel cum swelling inside me. Her moans started to reach a higher pitch as she moved her hand on her pussy faster and faster. She was close and so was I.
“Yes, oh yes,” she moaned as she allowed the feeling to come over her. She threw her head back and moaned while she continued to move her hips. Her hips moved faster with longer strokes. She winced and whimpered as she tightened her body. She was coming and wanted me to know it. Her breasts heaved with every breath she took and her body shook like a delicate leaf in a summer breeze. With her head back she moaned, arching her back, her legs slightly squeezing my waist.
It was beautiful, the site and the sound of her orgasam. It almost seemed to be over to quick as she looked at me and smiled, licking her fingers. “Now,” she said. “your turn, make it feel good. Enjoy being inside me. Fill me with your cum.” she whispered into my ear. I grabbed her firm ass with both hands and started fucking her hard. “Harder, Faster!” she moan, throwing her head back. My eyes closed, as I got ever closer. I buried my face in her breasts and she cradled my head, running her fingers through my hair.
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“Look at me baby” she said. I couldn’t believe I was making love to this woman as our eyes locked. The pressure built to where I could no longer hold back. All my senses exploded as I released inside her. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and for a moment I forgot to breathe. As my body began to succumb to the ease and relaxation that now enveloped me, I realized that I still held Megan close to me. “Oh my god, Megan…” I managed to say.
“That’s Goddess Megan to you.” She said playfully as she rested her head against my chest. Her legs were still wrapped around mine as we laid there catching our breath. Together we watched the storm getting closer and the flashes of lighting getting more beautiful. She let out a soft ‘ummm as my dick slid out of her. “That felt so good.” She said as I ran my hand across her back and down her ass to her thighs. We were both still wet from the sweat we worked up. I again moved my hand past her thighs to softly caress her pussy as she shivered with goose bumps. “What’s up with you feeling me?” she asked kind of giddy.
“Touch carries such sensuality for me, I want to feel everything about you.” I said not backing down. “Does it bother you?”
“Not at all,” she said. “In Fact it was such a turn on that I could hardly control myself. I’ve never been touched like that before. I guess wisdom doesn’t always come with experience, does it?”
“Trust me, I’ve spent so long dreaming of what it felt like to explore a woman’s body that I just have to know what it really feels like.”
“You haven’t been able to do this before with anyone?”
“No, never have. I’m not new to sex, but no one has ever let me explore through touch like this.”
“And, how was it?” she asked
“You were amazing, I don’t want to stop touching and feeling you.”
“You don’t have to…” she said as she moved my hand back around her ass to fell her cunt. She was still hot and wet as she pressed her lips to mine again in a long kiss. She started getting wetter as I caressed her clit and moved my fingers in between her lips. She moaned softly as she pressed her body against mine. I could fell my dick starting to swell once again as I pushed two fingers into her pussy. I moved them in and out fast as she started to tense up again. She started biting my chest softly and I used one hand to caress her clit while I used the other to finger fuck her. She had her hands on my back and at times dragging her nails across. “This is amazing…ummm.” She whispered.
“Don’t stop…” She again lifted her head off my chest and pressed her lips to mine. I moved one hand back up to touch her head and face while the other continued to moving back and forth between caressing her pussy and finger fucking. I loved to feel a woman in this manner, areas that normally would go untouched or unexplored was now my way of sharing the pleasure I got. My dick was again erect as I moved to put myself back in her. She reached around and swatted my hand away and grabbed my shaft. I softly moaned, our lips still passionately exploring each other mouth as she rubbed my dick back and forth.
She would insert the tip of my dick into her pussy then take it out and rub her pussy with it. The feeling was so overwhelming that I broke our long kiss to catch my breath with a sigh. She smiled as she saw the pleasure it brought me. I again moved my hands to play with her pussy as she continued to tease me. She came a couple times as we continued to play this way, each time she did she would look me in the eyes and smile as if asking for more. She kissed my neck and chest, now and again moving her breasts to my face as she would sit on my dick, momentarily taking me all the way in.
“I want you to fuck me again.” She said as she opened the car door. She pulled away from me and got out, almost dragging me behind her. She took me around to the back of the car bent over the trunk. Oh, what a sweet ass she had. I loved to seeing her bent over, showing her ass. The moonlight was getting dimmer as the clouds moved in, but I could see how perfect a form it had. I came up from behind and started pushing myself in her, just the way she wanted. She gasped at how big she had made me. “Fuck me,” she said through a moan. I did, moving with long, hard strokes, wanting her to enjoy it.
I moved my hands around the front, again caressing her smooth pussy with one finger between her pussy lips as I fucked her from behind. I kissed her back and shoulders, moving up and down her spine with my lips and hot breath. She moved her body just like a woman should responding to my touching, moaning and gasping with pleasure. I ran one hand through her hair as I continued to use the other to caress her breasts and pussy. Our bodies were again so close together that it was hard not to notice how the warm summer breeze felt cool and crisp as it danced around our sweat drenched bodies. I softly moved Megan’s hair to expose the small of her neck as I had a couple of times already. I again kissed and nibbled on her softly as she quivered in my arms.
I loved the smell of her perfume and the feel of her hair on my face, I moved up her neck to kiss and nibble just behind her ear as she whimpered time after time. I was close to coming and if I wasn’t mistaken, Megan had cum once or twice more too. I pulled out for a bit more staying time and was again greeted with a nippy breeze on my wet dick. I turned her over to look her in the eyes and again kissed her deeply and softly, and then I picked her up and rested her on the trunk of the car. I moved down her neck and over to her ears, laying her back on the window. I kissed, licked and bit softly on her breasts and nipples, caressing the other breast and nipple with my hand. I moved down kissing her chest, stomach and abdomen.
I moved quickly while not neglecting any part of her body. I picked up her leg and rested it on my shoulder as I kissed and nibbled on her inner thigh. I could smell the sweetness of her pussy and taste the sweet both our bodies were drenched in. I was still so turned on that I wanted to taste her sweet pussy, so I cupped her ass with both hands and buried my tongue in her. She moved her body and raised her hips with every kiss and lick, moaning and groaning with pleasure. After a short time of teasing with my tongue and sucking her clit, there was a sudden release of moisture and juices from her and I knew she had cum. I smiled as she sat up pulling me to her face. She kissed and licked my face, breathing heavily as she also tasted herself on my lips.
I put my hands around her back and pulled her closer to my penis, it throbbing against her wet pussy. She again wrapped her hand around my hard dick and put it in her as she caught her breath. She threw her hair and head back as I moved my hips in and out, slowly at first. She again lay back on the window and practically screaming, “Fuck me!” I put her legs against my chest, both sticking straight up. I fucked her, pushing as far as I could with each thrust. She was so wet and hot that with each move I could come completely out and glide back in effortlessly. I quickened my pace and with each new penetration her screams seemed to get loader and higher.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she screamed as her hands cupped and squeezed her own breasts and nipples. Quicker and harder I went with my arms holding her up stretched and toned legs as close together as they would go for a tighter feel around my dick. I was right on the edge holding back as she came with the thrusting of her hips and the release of more moisture. It was more than I could handle and I came, releasing thrust after thrust everything I had left. The breath was again taken right form my chest as I looked straight up in to the night as lightening flashed overhead. Everything seemed to blur and I became light headed for just a second. The ecstasy we had experienced together was no doubt to be remembered for many years to come.
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“Holy fuck…” I managed to say between breaths. I crawled on top of the trunk to lie on the window next to her. Megan’s breath too was quite labored, as she also seemed to be worn out.
“Told you I was a goddess,” she said rolling over to look at me. She ran her hand across my chest then down my stomach closing her eyes and uttering a soft ‘mmmm’. “Next time, and there has got to be a next time honey,” she said. “ I’ll give you a piece of heaven.” We both started laughing, but I knew she was serious about next time. We had been so immersed in each other and the love we made that we tuned out the world around us with the approaching storm and the radio in the background. “I love this song!” she said jumping off the car. It truly was a beautiful site as she started dancing naked, her body swaying gracefully as she moved to the music.
“Dance with me,” she held out her hand for me. “Please.” she pleaded. I got off the car and took her hand, pulling her close to me. We were still dancing as the rain began to fall; it was one of those moments that seemed to be from a movie. We embraced for a long kiss with the rain falling over our bodies. She shivered, so I held her closer. The rain only lasted a few minuets more, long enough for us to hold each other and danced a little longer, our bodies steaming from the rain that had just cooled us from the hot and passionate love we made.
Reality butted in just then when her phone rang. She left the temporary comfort of my arms and made her way to the passenger side to answer it. I followed her, watching as her beautiful ass swung side to side. She opened the passenger door and climbed halfway in reaching over to grab her phone. ‘Oh Yes!’ I though smiling and I admired the view of her naked body in the glow of the car light. I reached down and cupped her ass and ran my finger through her pussy one more time. Didn’t seem to faze her one bit as she climbed out of the car with a smile. “Time to go,” is all she said returning the slap on the ass. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she redressed. I couldn’t help but think of earlier when I had first seen her in the bar, how radiant she was then and is now. As we drove back to the parking lot, we talked about the sexual repression I had and how she once was repressed in her marriage too, and how she overcame it.
“So, you’ve done this before?” I asked
“Yes, but none of them have I ever wanted to see again. Your different though, not selfish and open. I like that.” Megan said.
“Why me?” I asked. “What made you want me when you could have had your pick of anyone in that bar?”
“Why not? I’m not the bar type person, and I hate those that are just looking to get laid by anyone. What caught my attention was your stare, and the startled look when I caught you!” she said laughing. “ I though it was kind of cute and most guys would have come up and talked to me. But you just seemed different from the start. A bit shy and not too presumptuous, I found that very sexy in a way.”
“Shy is sexy, huh?” I asked. “Not many women agree with you.”
“You probably couldn’t tell it, but I’m a bit shy too.”
“Really?” I asked is disbelief. “I couldn’t tell.”
She pulled back into the parking lot and it was deserted with just a few cars left. The bar was just closing and suddenly I realized it was after 1A.M. “I hope I haven’t got you into any trouble." She pulled up to my truck and parked.
“Hell, don’t worry about it.” She said. “Here’s my private cell number, leave a message if you want to see me again. I will get back to you as soon as I can. And remember, this must be discreet if it is to work.”
“You have a secret cell number? Man, you got this down to a T – don’t you?” I said laughing.
“Don’t make fun of me! It Works!” She said laughing and punching my arm. Just then I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me for one more long passionate kiss. “You better go,” she said, “before you can’t.” I did go, but not willingly. And as she drove away, I stood there wondering if I would ever see her again. Should I ever see her again, that was the more approiate question. I wasn’t surprised when I felt my boss’s hand on my shoulder; I had seen his truck when we pulled up. I figured he had either had someone take him home, which was highly unlikely, or he was waiting for me. “Something like that only happens once in a lifetime,” he said as he joined my stare.
“Cherish it man, and don’t ever let it go. And don’t worry, my lips are sealed.” He slapped me on the back with a smile and walked back over to his truck and left. I walked over to my truck as well, got in and turned the key. There would be a next time, I was very hopeful of that. I had never felt so free to make the kind of love, or lust, I had with Megan. I wonder what I would tell my wife about where I was as I put my truck into gear. The rain started to fall again and this time it was different, but somehow I knew it never would be the same again.
The End !!!
That’s all for today , will post some other days . Thank You !!!