Erotic Words

Casual Trucker-Erotic Fiction

2007-01-12T09:56:00.000-08:00

If I live to be a hundred, I will never figure out how strange

life can be. I'm a truck driver which isn't the most common thing

in the world, but even stranger is the fact that I am quite

attractive. I'm five feet two inches, weigh one-hundred and

fifteen pounds, have blond hair and blue eyes. Every time I meet

a nice man, he asks me the same question men ask hookers. "How did

a nice girl like you get into a dirty business like this?" To top

it all off, I have four huge brothers who are also truck drivers,

and who have taken it upon themselves to protect my virtue at all

cost. So you can see why it might be hard for me to get laid,

especially by a good man.

I remember one man in particular. It is almost comical. He

buzzed me on the C.B. one afternoon while I was on a California

run, saying," Breaker for the good-lookin' blond that drives the

silver rig. If you're within hearing, meet me at midnight at the

Stop and Slop on Exit 89." His voice sounded nice, and I decided

to meet him. Like I say, it isn't the easiest thing for me to meet

men in my profession. So, I arrived promptly at midnight, and

guess who had beaten me there: two of my four goonish brothers.

It took all the convincing I could muster to convince these boys

to refrain from smashing the man to a pulp, but eventually I did.

As they left, I turned to apologize, thinking that the man

wouldn't have anything to do with me now that my brothers had

threatened his life. I was disappointed because the man was very

attractive. I started to speak, and he reached up and touched my

lips with his fingertips. It was like an electric shock struck my

body, and we suddenly melded into one another's arms and, from

there, in to my rig.

I don't know what happened to me, but somehow I couldn't

resist his advances as he groped my tits, and mauled my pussy

through my jeans. The next thing I knew, my pants were down around

my ankles along with my panties. I felt like a schoolgirl as he

buried his face in my bush, and I was burning all over as he

tounged my clit furiously. I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and

rode his mouth to ecstasy and back.

I climaxed twice before he lifted from my snatch and planted

a pussy-drenched kiss on my slack lips. I was putty in his grasp

as he produced his cock and found the hungry opening to my cunt.

His bulging cockhead was almost too bog, but he finally managed to

break through the initial resistance and slide inside my heated

box, once past the outer ring. I nearly screamed as he stretched

me beyond my previous imaginable limitations; it was the biggest

cock I had ever had.

As he started a rapid-bucking pace between my legs, I decided

that it was true what they said about pussy being elastic. I had

to have an elastic box to take that huge cockamongous. He kept

plunging like a wild stallion, filling and refilling my cunt with

a piston of steel-hard horsepower. I throbbed and burned enroute

to my third miraculous orgasm. It came when he tightened in an

incredible orgasm of his own. That extra millimeter of superman

cock triggered an explosion of pleasure which engulfed my trembling

body with a starburst of ecstasy. Then it was all over.

We lay trembling and weak in sexual relief fopr a few moments,

and then redressed. We didn't speak. It seemed rather

embarrassing now that we were finished, so we hurried our dressing

and then made our way back to the parking lot. He squeezed my hand

once before he disappeared into the night, and I remember his

parting words. "Catch you on the flip flop. My handle is Night

Runner." I didn't mind the abrupt ending. I knew that I would

indeed see this man on the flip flop, and I intended to make a

habit of catching him on the flip flop.

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Conventional War-Erotic Tale

2006-12-12T20:32:00.000-08:00

"Conventional War"

I was never one for drinking on a business trip, but after ten hours of
listening to the benefits of extruded plastic, I needed to unwind. The
convention hotel had a bar on the bottom floor. It was one of those
places that are built for drinking and meeting, not for any kind of view
or gimmick menus.
It wasn't full of people yet, but it wasn't exactly empty. I found
myself a place at the bar, ordered myself something watered down and
settled down for an hour of no brain activity.

That's probably why I almost fell off the stool, startled, when she
asked me what I was drinking.

I turned around with a small smile in the voice's direction, growing a
little as I took her in. Man, she was gorgeous. The classical
hourglass form covered in a smart skirt suit, her brown hair clasped in
a bun on the top. Eyes you could stare into for hours. I felt myself
doing just that, self-conscious as she waited for my answer. I told her
what I had, and she ordered the same from the bartender.

I'm not ugly, but neither am I a 'hunk'. It felt good having a woman
approach me in a bar. We talked about plastics, laughed together about
the foibles of some of the presenters, and shared trivialities. I
glanced at the clock. It was two hours since I walked in, and it felt
like two minutes. But tomorrow's day was going to be another long one.

I finished off my drink, and smiled apologetically in preparation to
make my departure. Instead, she said she had some samples she wanted me
to look over, and wouldn't it be quieter somewhere else - my room,
perhaps?

Yeah right. Like I was going to say no.
I paid both of our bar tabs and led the way back to the elevators and
my room. One good thing about my company, they're willing to spring for
comfort. I had a small suite all to myself, a sitting room branched off
the bedroom. I let her in, and mixed up something light at the wet bar
after dropping my tie and jacket on the bed.

About that time, I realized that she hadn't brought anything up with
her besides her purse. So much for looking at samples. We talked some
more, about nothing in particular, and we moved into the sitting room.
Placing her drink on the table, she looked at me for a long time with a
sly smile, not talking. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I
didn't have to wait long to find out.

She sat me down on the couch, telling me to not move unless she moved
me or told me to. Not sure where this was leading, I said I would.
With a coy smile, she moved away from me.
She stood before me in a skirt suit and silk blouse with a sultry look
on her face. Her hands went to the buttons on her jacket, and slowly
unbuttoned them one by one. She never once took her eyes from my face.

I remained where I was sitting on the couch.

She pulled the jacket open as she arched her back. The jacket slid off
her shoulders and to the ground as her chest pushed forward. Hands
reached up to unfasten her bun, and with a slow head shake freed her
long brown hair. The clasp joined her jacket. Not one word was spoken
as she tugged the blouse out of her skirt.

I didn't think she could arch her back any further while standing, but
I was wrong. Arms crossed across to pull the blouse up and off,
exposing the mounds of flesh barely being supported by white satin. She
was already aroused, the mountains capped with hardened pearls. With a
zip, her skirt followed the pattern of her other clothing, falling to
the floor.

She took a step forward, and I shifted in my seat. Seeing her in only
high heels, bra and panties was making my underwear uncomfortable. Her
fingers traced lightly along her white flesh, exploring her body like a
virgin in the throes of puberty. Palms cupped over her breasts, before
one hand moved down her tummy. She still refused to look away from me
as her hand slid under the edge of her panties. Slowly she bent her
knees a little, spreading her legs. I could see her index finger slide
up and down between them. She bit her lower lip.

It took all of my self-control not to get up and fuck her right there,
but I followed her instructions to stay put. Her other hand was
massaging her left tit through the satin, while she diddled away beneath
her panties. The fabric of her underwear was darkening from her juices.
She kept up for a long while, driving me nuts. I could hear her breath
coming labored as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

It didn't fall off her chest, though. Smiling, she stopped fingering
her slit and stepped forward, close enough for me to touch. Knowing my
temptation, she wagged the naughty finger in front of me, the light
playing off the sheen of her natural lubrication. She threw me a bone,
however, and pressed the finger against my lips, then between them. I
licked the tip of that finger, savoring the sweet taste with eyes
closed. Just as quickly, it was gone and she had straightened.
Belatedly, I realized I had missed my chance to peek underneath that
loose pair of satin cups.

My wait wasn't long, because she knelt down in front of me, pushing my
legs apart. Her hands rubbed roughly against my legs moving up from my
knees toward my waist. It was all I could do not to come right then.
Hands moved to the zipper of my slacks, yanking it down. She tugged
hard, and my cock came free of clothing as they were pulled down to
mid-thigh. I guess she didn't mind I lifted my hips to help. Her smile
then was the broadest yet, as I looked down past it toward those
protruding globes. Oh, the agony of just small coverings of fabric.

She didn't waste much time, and I felt her sticky finger on the tip of
my rod before the rest of her naughty companions wrapped around the
shaft. The hand worked down me, pulling the foreskin tight. And then,
the sweet kiss of those lips. She took the head into her mouth, laving
it with her tongue. The sucking began, and I thought I was going to
pass out in ecstasy. Suck and release, suck and release - timed to long
strokes up and down my shaft. I moved my hand to hold her head, and she
slapped it down. Teeth pressed against by dick, and I learned my lesson
quickly.

Confident that I wasn't going to try to interfere again, she pulled by
clothing further down my legs to my ankles and pushed my legs further
apart. Her free hand slid between my legs, and under my cock and going
further. She massaged the soft flesh on her way under my ass. Perhaps
it wasn't such a surprise when her finger began to rub my anus in time
to her oral ministrations. The hand stroking my shaft pushed against my
pelvis as her mouth took over the job of working the length of my
manhood.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and when she pushed her finger into
my ass, I felt the pressure building. I couldn't stop from growling low
in my throat as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth faster
and faster. She was enjoying this, swallowing more dick as she shoved
her finger up my rear, then pulling both out just as quickly. And still
I tried to see her tits falling free, with no luck. The strain was too
much, and I began to spurt into her greedy mouth. She sucked with all
her might, drinking my come as she finger-fucked my ass with abandon. I
was groaning loudly, my voice echoing back to me from the walls. Damn,
she was good. She kept sucking, stroking and ass-fingering long after I
had finished coming.

Finally, she stopped. She kept my softening cock in her mouth, gently
playing with it with her tongue. She toyed with it for a long while,
letting me recover by breath as she softly sucked and caressed. I felt
myself growing hard again.

I thought she would suck me off again, but as my hardness grew, she let
it fall out of her mouth with a parting lick to the tip. She sat up,
and damn it if her bra still refused to show me even a hint of nipple.
She raised her eyebrows, watching my face again. I watched her tongue
run over her full pink lips. And then she stood and turned around.

It nearly drove me insane to see her bare back, no bra hindering my
view. She looked over her shoulder at me and moved her hands to her
hips. Those hands moved so slowly, rolling her panties down to expose
her rounded ass. She leaned forward with arched back as the damp
underwear fell to the ground. Her ass was so perfect, a pair of white
moons staring me in the face. I could only admire this rounded sign of
divinity for so long, as my eyes were drawn between them. Her juices
glistened on the sweetest pair of pussy lips I had ever laid eyes on.
She leaned forward even more, thrusting her womanhood back toward me
with legs spread.

I wanted so badly to dive my face into that jar of honey, but I knew
she wouldn't go any further if I disobeyed her command. I could only
watch as one arm held her bra against her chest and the other emerged
between her legs from the other side. Her fingers rubbed along her
labia, spreading them wide and letting me see the bright pink secrets
within. Inside went her middle finger to the second knuckle, then
pulled out again before repeating. A poor second to my cock, I thought,
but at least it was allowed within that tight hole.

She masturbated for what felt like hours, though I know it could be
minutes at most. That cunt almost shone with the juices that coated it.
She took her finger out, and massaged her sex to spread the lubrication
all over and inside her thighs. I needed so badly to be inside her
again, I could feel pre-come beading on the tip of my cock. She must
have sensed it, because she stepped backwards and sat down on the edge
of my thighs.

Her soft and smooth ass was a contrast to the hair on my legs as it
slid backwards along my thighs and against my dick. Her arms crossed
over her chest, determined not to let me see those tits. But that
thought was fleeting as she began rubbing her round butt against me.
Man, I wanted to be inside her so badly. She lifted herself up over my
cock. Did she aim incorrectly or not? I don't know, but my head pushed
against the tighter of her two holes. I hadn't expected an ass-fuck
from her, but I sure wasn't going to complain.

A sigh escaped her as she spread her legs even wider to ease my cock
inside her butthole. So very, very tight. I started to push my hips up
toward her, but she lifted herself up quickly. My cock throbbed at the
sudden removal, and I thought all was lost.

She turned around, shaking her head. Damn it if her tits were still
covered. I let my eyes wander down to her pubic area instead, hoping to
drink in as much as I could before it was over. One hand moved down yet
again, through her short and curlies toward her sex. She stared
disapprovingly at me while she rubbed her clit back and forth. I
couldn't take my eyes off her cunt. I knew if I spoke, I'd only make
things worse, and some hope within bubbled that maybe she'd give me one
last chance. She did.

Her finger came away wetly from her pussy, and she pursed her lips to
suck it dry. She reached behind her to refasten her bra. I thought it
was lost until she straddled my legs. Her hands pushed against my
shoulders, letting me know my interference wouldn't be tolerated. She
unstraddled me and began to rub her pelvis against my shirt. She marked
me like some animal, spreading her sex scent all over my clothing.
Those covered tits taunted me, moving up and down and jiggling with her
every motion. Never close enough to my mouth, always out of reach.

She leaned forward to lick the tip of my nose, lowering herself slowly.
Her aim was perfect, and I felt those puffed pussy lips against my cock.
I wanted so much to just thrust up and fuck her until those teasing
white globes bounced free and clear in all their glory. I resisted the
urge as soon as it came. I didn't have to wait long. She dropped
herself the rest of the way quickly, impaling herself on my shaft. She
had a cunt men dream of - tight, soft and juicy. She grinned at me, and
began to flex her pussy muscles. The sensation was amazing, squeezing
and releasing me within her.

Her hands released my shoulders, but I knew that it wasn't a freedom.
They moved to cup her breasts, squeezing in time to her pussy flexing.
I watched her, dazed by the feelings this gave me. She started to rock
back and forth, rubbing my cock against her clit. A long sigh came out
of each of our mouths.

The flexing slowed, but I didn't have time to mourn the loss as she
lifted up off of my rod just to the head. Her hands returned to my
shoulders to keep her balance, then plunged herself down on me once more
deep inside her box. Just as she fully engulfed my cock, she bounced
back up. I felt her flushed labia rub every inch of my manhood on the
way off, then again on the way back down.

Through the pleasure of her bouncing fuck, I felt her unbuttoning my
shirt. Why now? Her nails dragging down my chest served as my answer,
matching the light pain of her scratches to the heady pleasure in my
groin. Through the haze of my ecstasy I heard little whimpering sounds
from deep inside her throat, her chest getting flushed down to the edge
of her tenacious bra.

A quivering overtook her body, but she never let up her full-cock fuck.
In fact, she rode me all the harder through her body-shaking orgasm. I
thought I would never come, with this orgasming body of pure sex not
bringing me over the edge. She refused to accept it, though, rocking
her hips back and forth as she bounced up and down. Those tits began to
come oh-so-close to my face. With a final sigh her orgasm ended, my
cock well-oiled and being rammed like a piston.

Her hands moved up my chest to my neck, then up to hold my head between.
I could tell she wanted me to come - I've never been fucked with such
abandon before. It surprised me, too. I've never been in the business
of unusual staying power. Perhaps she realized that the best fuck in my
life wasn't getting me off, giving me an indulgent smile above those
heaving mounds.

Her hands moved away from my chest, and behind her back. I heard the
clip snap, and she shrugged her shoulders to let her bra-straps fall
down her arms on a particularly rough penetration of her cunt. Arms
crossed once more, but not to hide. The smile turned to a grin and she
pulled the bra free.

Oh, the glory of those mounds of white, the sexiness of the erect
nipples reaching forward from the brown areola, the lust of their
bouncing and jiggling in time to our coupling. They filled my sight,
and I drank those beautiful tits like a boy thumbing his first Playboy.
She cupped them like I wanted my own hands to, pinching and tugging the
tips. I felt the pressure build once more, and I knew this was all I
needed.

She pushed her hands roughly back against my shoulders, forcing me
against the couch as she arched her back sharply. Her heavenly curves
thrust upwards, a range made of two snowy mountains. Her fucking
reached a fevered pitch, and I knew she was going to come again as the
first squirt of jism flooded her vaginal canal. She rode me even
harder, if that was possible, moaning as her own climax overtook her.

It didn't let up until we were both finished, and she gave me a final
squeeze of her inner muscles. With a smile, she said, "Thanks." She
lifted herself off of me, with a soft squelching noise. Winking, she
picked up her clothing and got dressed, apparently not caring about our
mixture of juices between her legs.

She walked toward the door, and I could only watch her with heavy
breathing. A business card flicked out and landed on the table next to
my door. Without another word, she left my room.

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Mature Liason

2006-11-03T10:35:00.000-08:00

Mature Liaison

As far back as anyone could remember, Maryanne had been a very private and introverted person. She was warm and attractive, but beyond the surface, nobody knew anything about her. It's not often that one is the polar opposite of who they appear to be.Maryanne really was, as smouldering under the surface
was a whole lot more than one might expect.Maryanne, routinely lived a double life and explored her wildest fantasies on a whim.She was mature enough and relaxed enough to go after what ever she craved sexually at any given moment. Her personality and perceived lifestyle seemed so unremarkable that not even her family ever wondered what was going on behind those greenish-hazel mature sexy doe eyes of hers.Maybe they should have!

She kept a very tidy home. Her computer in the corner was immaculate, one of those new black power machines that almost appeared to burst out of the harsh aerodynamic casing.There was a lot of paper
laying around all over the place;printouts, mostly, of emails and pages upon pages of text that nobody ever bothered to look at. One of the first impressions you'd get from her home was of organized disarray - almost like what you'd see around the main photocopy room in a big office. Maryanne however, knew exactlywhere to lay her hands on what she wanted at any given moment.

Maryanne was not as innocent as she appeared.Deep in the darkest recesses of her mind, some incredibly carnal, wanton and lascivious images danced and flitted their way into her conscious thoughts.As she wrapped her mind around the fantasies at hand, she quietly undid her jean and slipped her right index finger down lower and lower.... no it was not good. She was a mature woman and wanted what she wanted-nothing else would do!Tonight she would go and meet a man-just for the night. The faintest grin crossed her mature petulant lips, and you could tell her mind was active as her eyes moved beneath the shadowy lids - ever so slightly.She felt excitement riseas she squirmed with anticipation and wonder at which stranger she would later meet for her liaison. She made up her mind-she would go out grace her regular hotel with her presence.

Sexy mature Maryanne took a deep, ragged breath - for her body was telling her she was getting close to meeting her next conquest.The blood pounded in her neck as she began to tense her muscles in excitement and anticipationof the night of lust she planned ahead. This tingling caused intense and pleasurable sensations that suddenly shot up in intensity, as she grabbed her coat and reachedfor the door to leave on her quest for satisfaction.She entered the hotel bar, and was greeted as always by the concierge, he smiled at her warmly and said'Delighted to see you tonight, I have one for you, he's waiting for you in room 208.He has requested we provide a mature lady, with kissable lips anda lot of experience' She smiled and shivered with anticipation as she nodded at the concierge and walked toward the lift. As the lift climbed the floors-she smiled to herself as she thought how shocked all her friends and colleagues would be if they knew of her secret sexual exploits.She thought they viewed her as mature and sensible-she was but she also happened to harbour a craving for new sexy fleshand this particular Milf had decided she would not deny herself what she wanted either. Why should she, a hot mature woman was much in demand.She had come to a rather handy arrangement for herself with the hotel porter.

He would get asked to provide a woman for a guest, and she would pretend she was a call girljust for the buzz-she never accepted any money for her favours.When offered payment she would cheerfully chirp-That was a freebie, as she left with a smile.She had rules. She would only enter a room and pleasure a guest if the lights were offad stayed off. After all she had a certain reputation to keep around town.She couldn't have everyone knowing what a mature lust crazed lady got up too at night-could she? Maryanne shivered a tiny shiver of anticipation as the lift reached it's destination. She glided towards room 208 with bated breathe and gently wrapped on the door.

He was there.' the light she could see from lack of it showing from under the door-was off .He half moaned in a very sexy tone' come in@
-she liked his voice she would go inside.

She entered the room and the darkness greeted her. "Hello?" she said quietly, yet loud enough to be heard There was no answer, just the sounds of an empty hotel room echoed back She knew better than to turn and leave-some guys suddenly became nervousand lost their ability to speak when she entered the room.The drapes were closed and filtered out the streetlight mostly but she could still make out the vague outlines of a bed-and a warm body laying inside

Her insides peaked with curiosity and anticipation. This was going to be interesting. Just then, the blanket of silence was pierced in sexy tones

"Hello Maryanne Come in, make yourself comfortable."

She closed the door behind her and the blackness became complete. His soft voice had come from the region where she believed the bed to be. She took slow, quiet steps in the direction from where his call had come, until her knee touched a soft blanket - the bed. She reached out and her hand came into contact with the unmistakable, warm sensation of skin. It was his thigh she guessed. She found the entire scenario intensely stimulating, and what made it more so was the fact that she could see nothing, all she could do was feel, and hear, and imagine - and wait for what was coming next. At the moment all she could hear was the rush of the blood in her pumping excited veins, and feel the heat of another body to her right of her.

She sexily slid out of her jacket and tossed it somewhere into the black void. She was extremely curious as to how naked this guy really was.He was bound to have a few surprises up his sleeve, but had said nothing. She could tell already it would be a good night, and slid in beside him on the bed.

She lightly stroked his thigh in longer and longer strokes, trying to find the edge of some clothing, but finding none. He sat quiet, letting her explore his body on her own, enjoying the forwardness of this unique exchange beginning to happen.He had asked specifically for a mature womanas he proffered the confidence and intensity a mature woman brings to the bedroom. He gasped as the milf he ordered became more and more bold and more intimate as she let her fingertips skim across his body, feeling its curves and crevices...yet avoiding the one place that would soon become the centre of their intimate and energetic union.
She whispered into the waiting air, "I like the feel of your body...you feel so hot, you have one hour of my time, make it count". At the sound of her confident and smouldering mature- yet somehow innocent voice, he responded by taking his hand and putting it lightly on her aching waiting thigh. The touch was electric, both from her anticipation and from the lack of visual markers as they were engulfed in a void of passion and blindfold darkness

His hand reached shaking and trembling with excitement under her shirt to the bottom of her soft, full curved breasts,he turned and leaned his mouth against soft mature poutting lips and reared up so they they lightly made contact with the side of his neck.Her mature ripe body was soft and inviting to him as he continued to feel and experience the shape and curves of her body he began to breathe harder and faster.She responded by placing her hands on his hips and traced her firm, wet tongue all the way down the front of his chest, across his...

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Whats it all about-erotic fiction

2006-08-03T10:04:00.000-07:00

'What is life all about? I wish somebody would tell me, someone

whose opinion I respect, that is. Until that happens, I can only be-

lieve that life is just one hard slog from start to end.

I'm now twenty-one, and for the past two years my weekly routine

has hardly changed. Monday to Friday I study medicine at University

where I am a live-in student, and the evenings are spent doing tutorials

or catching up on some writing. I hope one day to be a hospital con-

sultant but have a further three years to go in order to get my degree.

Saturdays I work from ten until six as a checkout operator at my

local Sainsburys to supplement my grant, which means by Saturday night I

am absolutely fed up with work. I've found the only way I can cope is

to just let go and enjoy myself for a few hours, which for me means get-

ting screwed, hard and as often as possible.

Since coming up to Cambridge I've had sex with an awful lot of men

and been called a slag many times, but I don't care. So long as I can

fuck my brains out between Saturday night and Monday morning, I can face

the week ahead with my soul refreshed. Its so good for the complexion

too, and the few blemishes that I used to have are now gone, leaving me

with peachy perfect skin. I'd recommend any girl to fuck as much as she

can while she's young and horny, and ignore the stupid do-gooders who're

only jealous anyway. By now I must've persuaded dozens of young girls

to become as sexually promiscuous as I like to be, and whenever we meet

they all look really lovely now and are enjoying life to the full.

Every Saturday after work I cycle back to the hall of residence and

have a lazy soak in the bath before preparing myself. When I've dried

myself I rub masses of body lotion into my skin, paying particular at-

tention to my tits, cunt lips and arse. By the time I have finished,

my boobs glow like rich creamy globes, each topped with a rigid brown

teat begging to be sucked, and as my puffy lips protrude down from my

cunt a really horny sex-loving feeling starts to permeate my crotch.

After brushing my hair and putting the minimum of make-up on my

face, I then dab Chanel 19 onto a few crucial areas of skin before get-

ting dressed. The objective is to get noticed, so I don a flimsy pink

lace-up camisole with suspenders attached, stockings with the words

"love" and "sex" tracing a pattern up to the thigh, and a very brief

wrap-over skirt which blows open to the waist. My full milky breasts

and hard brown nipples are left completely visible through the sheer ma-

terial of the camisole top, while sexy high heeled shoes complete my

wanton appearance.

To save money I usually catch a bus to my first call, and ignore

all the looks, nudges and stares from the other passengers. My destina-

tion is a working mens hostel in the cheapest part of town. I've become

well known there for my Saturday night visits and a crowd normally gath-

ers by the time I arrive at about seven-thirty. There are two large

dormitory type rooms and I make my way into one or the other, then take

off my skirt before I lie back on one of the beds, spread my slendour

legs wide apart and frig my bare cunt until the juices bubble out.

The men there are mostly labourers working away from home, and I

love their down-to-earth dirty language with "fuck" and "cunt" in almost

every sentence. Usually, it doesn't take many minutes of fingering my

pussy before some of the bolder ones make a move, and I love to just lie

there while they take turns at pumping hot spunk into my womb. Ooh,

just thinking about it now brings a tingle to my randy cock-loving cunt.

At weekends I'll fuck anyone to get lots of spunk into me and I never

care what the men look like as they're reasonably clean, their cocks get

hard and they can shoot plenty of cum.

Last Saturday was about average and of the thirty or so men present

about a third of them were spunky enough to give me a sound fucking.

The best night had been a couple of weeks earlier when a crowd of Dutch-

men swelled the numbers and I ended up having seventeen of them. They

were really into dirty sex, which is something I adore, and they took

turns shoving their sweaty cocks deep into my wet cunt before having me

suck them off. I then let their cum dribble out my mouth into a jug,

and they finally poured it all into a large syringe before injecting all

their spunk and my saliva deep inside my horny sperm-loving body.

Their customary routine is to get drunk most nights, and by nine

o'clock most of them have drifted off to a working mens club nearby, so

I re-fasten my little skirt and set off in the other direction.

Naturally, by then spunk is streaming down the insides of both my

thighs. Now I know some girls would use tissues or something to mop

themselves up, but I like being reminded of sex and just letting their

juice leak out freely and run down both my legs is the best reminder of

all.

Last week, I was walking away from the hostel when a man approached

me and asked if I was doing any business. I thought it was a real hoot

him thinking I was a genuine prostitute, so I told him he could fuck me

standing up for a tenner and he handed me a ten pound note straight from

his wallet. He offered to use a condom but I snatched it out his hand

and threw it away saying what's the point of eating sweets with the

wrapper on! He then took me behind a building and shot his hot load up

me to mix in with all the labourer's spunk. Wasn't that a nice dirty

surprise?

My next stop is a wine bar where I head straight for the ladies.

There I take my skirt off and massage the semen into my skin before

running a bowl of water and washing my cunt. Althought I think its a

silly shame, some men are a bit fussy about other men's spunk so I have

to go through this tidy-up rigmarole. Sure, I get funny looks from

women who come into the loo but I just stare back at them and carry on

wiping my crotch until I've finished.

The bar is one of those chrome and glass affairs with high stools

ranged around the walls, and attracts trendy singles like flies. I get

an empty glass from the bar and sit on a stool so my skirt falls open,

exposing my suspenders and pubic bush, and its a bad night if I haven't

been approached within two minutes. If its for a quickie round the back

or in somebody's car I always return to the bar afterwards and try for

another straight away. One week I got screwed four times this way in

less than half an hour, then shamelessly sat on a stool so my cunt lips

hung apart and a group of impressionable young girls could see the cum

oozing copiously from my randy slit!

Whenever a man takes me back to his place I tell him I'm meeting my

boyfriend at the disco later so he'll have to drive me back after we've

fucked, and this story always works. Its usually after ten-thirty be-

fore I get into one of the city centre discos, and by then still more

semen is running out of my sex-loving hole to soak my creamy thighs.

But because of the subdued lighting nobody notices all the juicy spunk

dribbling down my stockinged legs, and even if they do its assumed to be

perspiration or my own randy sex-juices. I adore feeling the wetness

run down my legs!

Discos are like fantasy palaces, where people can pretend to be

what they aren't and nobody minds. Because of this my clothes or lack

of them don't stand out half as much, and with all the low-cut micro

minis being worn, a lot of tits, suspenders and panties are on show.

The discussion in the Ladies loo is usually whether or not to screw with

the guy they're dancing with. Sometimes they ask me what to do, and I

always say they should forget the risks, ignore the goody-goodys and get

as much sex as they possibly can, because its a proven fact that girls

bodies need plenty of semen to develop a smooth milky complexion and to

promote their hormones.

I get a real kick from talking young girls into being promiscuous

without caring who they fuck, and one lovely petite seventeen-year-old

went completely cock-crazy after I'd spoken to her. She's since joined

in the swinging scene, screws with absolutely anyone, and simply adores

being gang-banged. I also convinced two teenage sisters, who both now

advertise in several contact magazines, and each wants to be first to

have had a thousand men spunk inside them. But I must admit the young

schoolkids who con their way past the doormen are the easiest converts.

I must've persuaded dozens of fourteen and fifteen year old girls to be

nice little sluts and love to see their changed appearance after their

first few one night stands, with their tight micro-skirts and bra-less

young tits being felt-up all over the dance floor!

But the real reason why I visit discos is simply because I like the

raunchy music and atmosphere, although I do get a kick from sucking off

strangers who sit next to me in the dark alcoves. If I have a drink in

front of me I don't swallow their spunk right away, but let it dribble

from my mouth into the glass while they watch, then knock it back in one

gulp. I never ask their names. Who cares about names when its cock I'm

after. Usually I can persuade one or two men to let me sit across them

and feed their stiff cocks up my pulsating sheath. Its great having a

man shooting spunk inside my cunt only a few feet from the packed dance

floor, while loud sexy music is booming around the room.

If no-one asks me to sleep with them I go straight back to my room

when the disco closes, throw my things on the floor and climb into bed.

Instead of washing, I revel in the juicy dirty feeling as God knows how

many men's spunk keeps leaking out of my hot cunt all night, and next

morning I'll reek of sperm and there'll be a thick dry coating of spunk

on my peachy thighs and bum.

Sunday mornings I spend doing my laundry, but after lunch I always

pop round to a nearby large house which has been rented by eight male

students. They have regular pot-smoking sessions, but drugs aren't the

reason why I go there. Once they get high they don't care what they get

up to, so we play a stupid game where I take off my knickers and pull my

skirt right up before lying on the carpet. Then they blindfold me and I

have three guesses at whose cock is in my cunt before the spunk rushes

into me.

But one week they fooled me by getting some twelve and thirteen

year old lads off the playing fields, and of course they all orgasmed as

soon as they'd pushed their cocks inside me. By the fourth premature

spunking I guessed something was up and took off the mask. I was an-

noyed at first and told them next time they bring people off the street

to make sure they're old enough to fuck me! Of course, being the jokers

they are, the following week they smuggled in a sixty-five year old pen-

sioner and it was ages before he managed to pump his weak spunk into my

cunt.

Afterwards I usually make us all Sunday tea, and leave around seven

to make my way down to the lorry park. As I said earlier I like to fuck

my brains out at weekends, and sometimes this makes a great finale. On

Sunday a lot of continental drivers stop there overnight, and there are

usually about sixty or seventy large container lorries parked there.

Quite simply, I walk up and down the rows of trucks knocking on all

the cab doors asking if they want to fuck me. I don't get all that many

refusals and I love the dirty feeling as French, Spanish, German, Ital-

ian and Greek drivers each grab my bum with their filthy hands and shove

their foreign cocks right up my cunt before shooting more and more and

still more creamy spunk into my horny young womb. Yes, Sunday nights I

just go spunk crazy and make a real pig of myself!

Pretty soon my stockings are absolutely soaked in spunk as it runs

thickly out of my cunt and down both my legs, so much so that it starts

trickling into my shoes as well. Still I keep on offering myself to be

fucked more and more until eventually I can hardly walk straight. Un-

fortunately, I have to leave the compound at ten o'clock when the secu-

rity men lock the gates, and it is always with reluctance that I lurch

back to the University where I just drop into bed to sleep. Then next

morning I'll put my things in the wash and clean myself up before get-

ting dressed in my "normal" clothes again.

OK, so maybe some highly moral people don't approve of my life-

style, but at least it gets me through the hard slog each week, and if I

get my degree in three years time it will all have been worth it. Also,

the considerable number of girls who have thanked me for leading them

into uninhibited sex are living proof of its natural beauty.

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Suzie-Erotic Fiction

2006-07-08T10:55:00.000-07:00

The night started out as any other normal Thursday party night. We wnet
over to Joe's to watch the Simpson's & Cheers, drink a few beers in
prepartion for going uptown.

There was an unusual amoint of tension in the air as Susie walked in the
living room. All the guys stopped to stare. She has massive 40C
tits...and she loves to show them off. Tonights attire was no different.
A tight black mini, a low cut black sweater, and a barely there tank top.
She looked good. She was ready for action.

She checked out the availible guys in the room. They were not much. There
was Joe, who was going out with her roommate. (not a good idea, she had
already fucked Shelly's boyfriend once). Doug, he was cute but she had had
too many sexual experiance & postions with him already. They had went out
for awhile just to fuck. The rest were just average guys that did not
really turn her on. She was looking for the guy, you know the one who
gives you the Fuck me eyes from hell. And makes you cream in your little
lace panties right there!

Susie, drank a few beers...flirted with some of the guys...(practice you
know). She realized that all this beer was making her horny as hell! She
asked dear ole' Doug if he wanted to go outside for a smoke. Doug who was
a little tispy himself said sure. She didn't really want to fuck Dough
again... she was saving that for later but a little four play may hold her
off till another guy came along. They kinda relaxed against the air
condtioner unit. He slipped his hands inside her sweater and sqeezed her
left nipple. His reward was a small little gasp of pleasure. She wanted
to return the favoe and slid her hands into his bermuda shorts, fondleing
his balls. He really did have a nice set of balls. He pushed her a little
farther back and let his hands roam her soft thighs. He was suprised to
find out she wore no underwear and took advatage of the situation. As he
finger fucked her, she writed up and down, crying out in ectasy. Within
moments she had her first orgasism. Soon she pulled down her skirt, fixed
her and went back inside.

Everyone else was ready to go uptown & hit the bars, to drink & dance. She
jumped in Scotty's mustang and they sped up toward Trash Cans the favortie
of her little group. Susie was not 21, but with a show of her ample
cleavage she was usually marked high.

She went to flirt with the bartender, a friend of hers she occasionally
fooled around with. He gave her his house special! She went upstairs to
scope out the place. There were a few frat boys she remembered from some
parties, a few randoms that were in her classes and then the bouncers.
They was a new one on duty tonight, At least one she had never seen
before. He had sandy hair, blue eyes, nice build, and a great little ass.

She went up to him & started flirting. Putting the coy little hand on his
shoulder, touching his thigh. Alas though he was soon taken away by some
rowdies at the other end of the bar. Susie was real horny right now &
decide to go into the DJ booth to cool off. But Phil, didn't think that
was what she had in mind. He programmed a few CD's and had her give him a
blow job. She was real good a licking his hot throbbing cock. She love to
take it all the way in her mouth and suck on his balls. It was one of her
few pleasure giving oral sex. She knew jsut the right amount of pressure
to put on his dick. She loved to play and lick and tease. She also did
something that most girls hated. She swallowed. She loved the taste of
sperm coming down her throat. His love tool shooting his sweet load in her
warm, inviting mouth.

Soon the cd's were over she reapplied her lipstick & went out to dance.
Her bouncer had made his way back towards the dance floor. Told her was
about to go on break & did she want to join him. Boy did she. They went
downstairs so he could clock out. He then led her down to the basement
where the beer cooler was. It was a pretty hot night so the cool air felt
good. Susie was so excited her sweet juice were almost running down her
legs. She quickly pulled his hard cock and guided it up and into her. He
was long and hard & he knew wahat he was doing he also loved to tease. He
would pull it out anfd make her beg for him to put it back in. She came
many times. All of the sudden the cooler door opened.

In walked Derek the bartender she knew. Seeing such a sigh as Susie
sprawled across a few cased of MGD, made him instanly hard. Susie was
always up for a goodthreesome so she offered her ass to Derek. He mounted
her from behind... Together all thre found a rhythm that made them scream in
passion. After 20 or 30 minutes, the 3 finally spent laid there exhausted.
derek had to get back upsatirs so they all got dressed and rapidly went
back. Susie went back dancing with her friends.... and started hitting on
Scottie while wondering if he would make it number 5.

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Games Players-Erotic Fiction

2006-06-14T14:08:00.000-07:00

I've got the itch tonight, but it seems a slow night. There's only
one unattached guy at the bar, and he's not my type.
I've seen his kind before. He's my male counterpart - handsome, almost
pretty, experienced at seducing women, but slightly jaded by the sheer
numbers of his conquests.

No, I like them a bit more naive. More... Tender.
Still, a little practice never hurts...
Nothing's happening here tonight. Once I finish this drink, I'll move
on and see if the action's better somewhere else.
The only unfettered female in the place is not my kind of girl - not
enough tit, too thin lips. She looks like she's trolling too.
Definitely not the innocent, adventurous sort I prefer.
Standing up from the barstool, I glance over at her table, for no
particular reason.
My gaze sweeps past her without really looking as I head for the door.
Then something niggles at my mind and I turn back... There! She's got
this LOOK on her face - Catherine Zeta Jones eyes. Smoldering,
inviting, laughing and daring.
I always was a sucker for a challenge...

***She***

The LOOK got him. He's coming over.
The trick now is to brush him off, preferably with a hard-on.
I look elsewhere as he approaches. He doesn't speak, but stands so
close that if I turn, I'll be staring at his zipper. I can smell him.
Just a hint of cologne, or possibly soap, underlaid with a feral
masculine scent. This is... unexpected.
I feel my silky brown hair guided away from my face with a single
finger. The game is well afoot now. He has picked up the gauntlet.
***He***
She pretends to ignore me. I know a challenge when I see one, though,
and decide to change the rules of the game.
Standing at her shoulder, I say nothing. Her nostrils flare as she
picks up my scent. I pull back her hair and bend, kissing softly at
the nape of her neck.
I feel a shiver in response...

***She***

The kiss to my neck has almost undone me! He is not playing by the
rules!
Very well, then, no holds barred!
I stand. I will walk away without looking back. I turn away, but he's standing in front of me, and now my face is
nearly pressed into the vee of his unbuttoned shirt. The valley
between his pecs is as deep as that between my breasts. That SMELL
almost overwhelms me and I can't help but look upward.
The challenge is clear in his eyes, and it steels my resolve. I look
him up and down and toss my head in disdain, then try to push past
him.
His crooked finger under my chin stops me...

***He***

This is getting interesting!
I stare into her eyes, putting passion into mine as I let the finger
under her chin slip down to trace the curve of her neck and the soft
valley of her meager cleavage.
She doesn't turn away as I bend to kiss her. Her lips melt for a
moment, then press tightly together. As I start to pull back, she
follows, softening again, and accepting my tongue.
Lips or no, she can kiss!
I feel my cock stirring in the leg of my trousers!
***She***
Well, now! No wonder he's confident! My pussy starts to weep from the
passion in his kiss! At first, I want to escape, but realize it's
futile. I must play this out, so I go on the offensive, and kiss him
back!

My tongue explores playfully inside his mouth, refusing to duel with
his, but not avoiding it either.
His hand just above my buttocks covers most of my back with heat, and
my nipples harden as I feel a large bulge start to grow where his
trousers press into my belly!
***He***

Pulling away from the kiss, I grasp a ringed earlobe between my teeth
and bite gently, eliciting a lustful gasp!
Slender, sharp-nailed fingers slide through my hair, sending chills
down my spine! They grasp a double-handful of my hair pull my head
away!
Warm lips and sharp teeth leave a trail of fire along the inner curve
of my chest muscle as those nails dig into my scalp!
My erection is trapped painfully in the leg of my slacks, and I pull
back to give it room to rise.

***She***
We pull away and gaze into each other's eyes, passion smoldering just
beneath the surface as we both realize we're in the wrong venue for
the next round.
Without a word, we head for the door. In the dark of the small parking
lot, we each press the keyless entry buttons for our cars.
Damn! His Ferrari trumps my Porsche, and I push the other button on my
key tab, re-locking the Porsche.
With aplomb, he offers a hand to help me into the passenger seat. I
have no choice but to accept.
Nothing is said as the powerful engine of the red, low-slung car
sweeps us toward his home-court and away from mine.
***He***
I can't help feeling a little smug as I offer my hand to help her out
of the car.

In the elevator, I use the back of my middle finger to caress her
slender neck down to the point of a white shoulder bared by the
slippage of her top, leaving her looking somehow vulnerable.
She shivers and turns to me, slipping a small hand inside the open top
of my shirt. Her eyes burn into mine as those fragile fingers caress
my pects and push the shirt off my shoulder.
An electric current shoots down my spine as her teeth close on the
bared nipple and instantly release, followed closely by a quick, wet
tongue.

***She***
I lick and chew at his hard, tiny nipple, trying to regain some lost
ground.

The zipper at my back slips downward and a large hand finds its way
inside my top just as the doors of the elevator 'ding' and open.
Muscular arms sweep me off my feet, and without apparent effort, he
carries me to an apartment door.
Somehow, without disturbing me as I recline in those strong arms, he
manages the unlocking and opening of the door.
Lights come on as I'm transported into a spacious living area that
fairly screams 'seduction zone'!
I'm deposited on a large ottoman in the center of the sunken living
area, and music fills the room from unseen speakers.
A drink is thrust into my hand and I sit up to take a sip, not
bothering to pull my top up as is slips down my arms.

He sits, watching, sipping his own drink, on the circular sofa
surrounding the ottoman.

I am on display, so I take the role and run with it.
***He***

She extends the almost empty glass and I take it from her, admiring
her bare shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts.
Slowly, gracefully, turned half away from me, she removes the silky
fabric of her top, putting on a show. The skirt follows and she
reclines her deliciously naked form in the center of the ottoman.
On her petite frame, the smallness of her breasts makes her look more
vulnerable, more fragile.
She writhes upon the ottoman, one knee up, the other leg extended. An
elegant finger slips eagerly into the thatch of curly brown hair at
her vee, parting the moist folds and penetrating far inside.
The other hand clutches a small tit, squeezing hard before taking the
rigid little nipple between thumb and middle finger, pulling it far
from her body. Her hips rise to meet her two middle fingers.

***She***

My passion play has the desired effect, and soon his muscular body
appears above my head where it hangs off the edge of the ottoman. His
long, hard cock accepts the invitation of my half-open lips.
My left hand slips between his legs and urges him inward. I haven't
had a cock like this in ages, and I savor every thick inch of it as it
slips further and further down my throat!
My middle finger toys with the crinkled ring of his anus as my lips
bury themselves in the sandy thicket of his pubic hair, causing his
prick to pulse in my throat.
With a quick thrust, I bury the finger in his rectum and use it to
pull him away from my face, only to force his rod back in, knowing the
effect my moans would have on his sensitive glands!

***He***

The sight of my cock stretching her bulging throat, and the combined
sensations of her finger in my ass and the velvety heat of her mouth
have pushed me to the edge and I know it won't be long.
I fuck her willing mouth and throat with long strokes. Faster and
faster I plunge into the inferno, finally stopping, buried as deep as
I can go! My explosion blasts cum straight into her stomach!
Pulling out, I let the last couple of spurts go in her mouth.
Gazing defiantly into my eyes, she swirls it around with her tongue
before swallowing.
***She***

Elation fills me as he cums in my mouth! I have won! Now I can dress
and leave!
But, wait! What's this! He's still rigid as an iron rod!
He pulls me up and kisses me deeply, not caring that his cum still
coats my mouth! Lips, tongue and teeth assault my senses as he works
his way down my neck to my breasts!
He is not gentle, and my body responds to his urgency with passion.
His teeth set my screaming nipples on fire, and my loins burn as his
finger plunges deeply, then withdraws, dragging deliberately across my
G-spot!

My other breast is totally engulfed as he sucks the entire orb into
his mouth, battering it with his tongue. As it slips from his
moistened lips, sharp teeth on hard nipple send lightning down my
spine!

Two fingers plunder my dripping sex, now, and withdraw to slip up the
sides of my distended clit! Oh God, he is a masterful lover!

***He***
I'm in my element now. I kiss and nibble my way down her heaving
abdomen, pausing to play with the ring in her navel, then working my
way down to the supersensitive flesh at the crease where thigh joins
torso.
Shivers race through her as my tongue plays in the soft flesh of this
forbidden valley. My fingers play a concerto inside her. I know the
places that women like to be touched, and I play them like a fine
instrument.

My tongue circles her throbbing clit, then flicks rapidly back and
forth across it as the pads of my fingers caress her G-spot.
BAM! Her first climax has her screeching into the back of her hand!
**She***
This is not going my way at all! My orgasm rips through me as he takes
over control of my body!
Twice, three times more his magic fingers and tongue wrest spasms from
my heaving body!
Like a rag doll, he turns me onto my knees. With three fingers inside
my sopping pussy, his tongue plunges deep into my ass!
Oh no! He's discovered my secret! I wail in despair and surrender to
his invading tongue as it ravishes my quivering rectum! My orgasm is
almost continuous now, I scream and writhe on the ottoman, not sure
whether I want to escape or push back and impale myself more deeply on
his cursed tongue!

Suddenly, my gaping orifice is empty, and I shriek in frustration.
***He***
She's mine now! I kneel up and align my throbbing manhood with her
quivering pussy.
One long, slow, plunge, and I'm nestled hard against the musclular
lump of her cervix. Her vagina heaves and caresses the length of my
hard shaft as a guttural moan escapes her throat!
Hard and fast, I plunder and plow her tender tissues, swiveling my
hips at the far end to prod and stretch new places within her. Her
moans are continuous and her hips drive backward to meet each thrust.
It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to keep my orgasm from
tearing itself out of my rampant shaft, but there is one more conquest
I must make to complete my victory!

***She***

Heaving and grunting like a pig, I revel in my subjugation! His
conquering shaft drives me through climax after climax, as I wait,
with fear and anticipation for what is to come.
We both know how this must end, and my cringing rectum opens wide
around the plunging shaft, screaming in pain, spasming in ecstasy!
Deep into my bowels he plunges, taking what he wants - what I must
give! Hard and strong, his conquering spear stabs my guts, rearranging
my intestines, making a permanent home for its victorious presence!
His hips swivel, and the bloated plum of his glans swirls and hollows
out my colon.
No climax in my life has come from so deep in my soul! No orgasm ever
wrenched itself from my body with such violence, such utter
indifference to what might or might not be left in its wake!
***He***

Her final orgasm begins as a subsonic rumble in her chest, then rises
to a growl, a cry, a scream, a screech, and finally, a shriek that
fades into the ultrasonic!

Her body goes rigid around my exploding shaft, and blackness threatens
to engulf me as my body empties its entire store of pent-up passion in
a series of violent explosions! My lava coats and fills her bowels as
I savor my victory with tiny strokes in the gritty velvet of her
quivering fundament!

***She***

As, with effort and his help, I extract myself from the Ferrari, he
hands me a calling card. With a tiny smile, he accepts the one
extended from my fingers.
His smile broadens as he reads what I've scrawled on the back:
'Rematch?'
He gives me a curt nod as I turn to head for my Porsche, realizing
with shock that we have yet to hear each other speak.

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Sexy Suzie-Erotic Fiction

2006-05-27T10:21:00.000-07:00

The night started out as any other normal Thursday party night. We wnet

over to Joe's to watch the Simpson's & Cheers, drink a few bers in

prepartion for going uptown.

There was an unusual amoint of tension in the air as Susie walked in the

living room. All the guys stopped to stare. She has massive 40C

tits...and she loves to show them off. Tonights attire was no different.

A tight black mini, a low cut black sweater, and a barely there tank top.

She looked good. She was ready for action.

She checked out the availible guys in the room. They were not much. There

was Joe, who was going out with her roommate. (not a good idea, she had

already fucked Shelly's boyfriend once). Doug, he was cute but she had had

too many sexual experiance & postions with him already. They had went out

for awhile just to fuck. The rest were just average guys that did not

really turn her on. She was looking for the guy, you know the one who

gives you the Fuck me eyes from hell. And makes you cream in your little

lace panties right there!

Susie, drank a few beers...flirted with some of the guys...(practice you

know). She realized that all this beer was making her horny as hell! She

asked dear ole' Doug if he wanted to go outside for a smoke. Doug who was

a little tispy himself said sure. She didn't really want to fuck Dough

again... she was saving that for later but a little four play may hold her

off till another guy came along. They kinda relaxed against the air

condtioner unit. He slipped his hands inside her sweater and sqeezed her

left nipple. His reward was a small little gasp of pleasure. She wanted

to return the favoe and slid her hands into his bermuda shorts, fondleing

his balls. He really did have a nice set of balls. He pushed her a little

farther back and let his hands roam her soft thighs. He was suprised to

find out she wore no underwear and took advatage of the situation. As he

finger fucked her, she writed up and down, crying out in ectasy. Within

moments she had her first orgasism. Soon she pulled down her skirt, fixed

her and went back inside.

Everyone else was ready to go uptown & hit the bars, to drink & dance. She

jumped in Scotty's mustang and they sped up toward Trash Cans the favortie

of her little group. Susie was not 21, but with a show of her ample

cleavage she was usually marked high.

She went to flirt with the bartender, a friend of hers she occasionally

fooled around with. He gave her his house special! She went upstairs to

scope out the place. There were a few frat boys she remembered from some

parties, a few randoms that were in her classes and then the bouncers.

They was a new one on duty tonight, At least one she had never seen

before. He had sandy hair, blue eyes, nice build, and a great little ass.

She went up to him & started flirting. Putting the coy little hand on his

shoulder, touching his thigh. Alas though he was soon taken away by some

rowdies at the other end of the bar. Susie was real horny right now &

decide to go into the DJ booth to cool off. But Phil, didn't think that

was what she had in mind. He programmed a few CD's and had her give him a

blow job. She was real good a licking his hot throbbing cock. She love to

take it all the way in her mouth and suck on his balls. It was one of her

few pleasure giving oral sex. She knew jsut the right amount of pressure

to put on his dick. She loved to play and lick and tease. She also did

something that most girls hated. She swallowed. She loved the taste of

sperm coming down her throat. His love tool shooting his sweet load in her

warm, inviting mouth.

Soon the cd's were over she reapplied her lipstick & went out to dance.

Her bouncer had made his way back towards the dance floor. Told her was

about to go on break & did she want to join him. Boy did she. They went

downstairs so he could clock out. He then led her down to the basement

where the beer cooler was. It was a pretty hot night so the cool air felt

good. Susie was so excited her sweet juice were almost running down her

legs. She quickly pulled his hard cock and guided it up and into her. He

was long and hard & he knew wahat he was doing he also loved to tease. He

would pull it out anfd make her beg for him to put it back in. She came

many times. All of the sudden the cooler door opened.

In walked Derek the bartender she knew. Seeing such a sigh as Susie

sprawled across a few cased of MGD, made him instanly hard. Susie was

always up for a goodthreesome so she offered her ass to Derek. He mounted

her from behind... Together all thre found a rhythm that made them scream in

passion. After 20 or 30 minutes, the 3 finally spent laid there exhausted.

Derek had to get back upsatirs so they all got dressed and rapidly went

back. Susie went back dancing with her friends.... and started hitting on

Scottie while wondering if he would make it number 5.

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Bus Ride Antics-Erotic Tales

2006-05-27T08:04:00.000-07:00

Bus Ride Antics

As she sits on the bench waiting for the bus in the horrid heat. The
heat aggravating her already sensitive nipples. "I knew I should not have
worn this new bra today!" she silently rages as every move she makes rubs
the already stimulated nipples. "What a day." she grumbles to herself.
The days frustrations finally getting the upper hand on her. "Should have
never taken that fucking promotion, they work me like a dog now.
Everything has to be perfect... OOh god" she stops with a whimper.
Feeling a breeze as it flows over her body the cool air upon her nipples.
"I need a MAN! It has been 9 fucking months!" she moan to herself. As the
puff of wind dies down the oppressive heat hits her again darkening her
mood even more.

Finally, the bus arrives and she gets on. Looking for a lone seat she
finds one in the middle of the bus. Reaching up she tries to open her
window as the bus pulls away. "God damn window is stuck!" she whispers as
she struggles with it trying to open it. Finally, sitting down in disgust.
Sitting in the hot muggy bus she rides along the bus swaying causing her
nipples to rub against her bra. Unable to take it any longer, she looks
around to make sure no one is looking and she quickly removes her bra.
Sticking it in her purse. She leans back into the seat and starts to think
of HIM. How his strong hands will feel upon her skin. His hot body as she
watches him as he swims in the pool at his house. Seeing his muscles
ripple as he pulls his body through the water as he swims over to her. He
pulls himself from the pool his body dripping and glistening in the sun.

He...

"Excuse me can I sit here?" Looking up she sees a construction worker
looking down upon her motioning to the seat. She reaches over and moves
her purse and turns away from him with a scowl upon her face. "I have to
sit next to a smelly CONSTRUCTION WORKER! Will this day never end?" She
silently fumes as he sits beside her. "It sure is HOT isn't it ma'am?" He
asks. She simply ignores him trying to lose herself in her fantasy again.

"Can I open that window ma'am?" He asks she looks at him he stands towering
above her reaching out his very strong arms and wrestles the window down.
The blast of air hits her flowing over her skin rubbing her shirt against

her screaming nipples. She moans as she looks at him and sees his eyes
looking down following his eyes down she sees her purse has opened and he
is staring at her lacy silk bra. She blushes in shame and turns away from
him looking out the window. As he sits again beside her.

Riding in silence for a while the wind billowing through the window
against her flushed skin. "Hey look at that new mall." He says as he
reaches across her to point out the window. His thickly muscled forearm in
front of her chest just barely touching her shirt. "Oooh" she moans as the
bus sways and her nipples rub against his arm. "Um HUH" she tries to reply
as he pulls his arm back. Pressing his arm lightly against her chest he
starts to draw his arm back. Trying to concentrate she bites her lip as
his arm scrapes over her nipples. "Ohhh" she gasps as his hand touches her
breast. He stops as his wrist touches her nipple. She looks down and sees
him turn his wrist so his palm is toward her chest. Looking at him he
looks into her eyes as he starts to move his hand over her breast. The
hard palm of his hand against her shirt pulling the material against her.

"Oh God!" she moans as she sees him smile at her. Just a soft smile
upon his lips like he knows he is going to please her. As his curled
fingers touch her breast she can feel her heart beating wildly against her
chest. His strong fingers sliding over her flesh. Gliding upward over her
skin finally his finger tips are touching her nipple he so lightly pinches
her hard protrusion between his thick long fingers and then side off. "No"
she lightly gasps, barely aware of her own actions she presses her chest
forward. She turns her head and looks at him. His deep brown eyes looking
beyond her eyes all the way to her soul. Searching inside her finding her
deepest desires. She feels his arm move away from her chest and she looks
down to see him opening the button to her top. Wanting to stop him she is
powerless as she looks into his pleading eyes.

"Ohhh" she moans as she feels the first touch of his finger tips upon
her skin. It send electric shocks down between her legs. His fingers
slide up her chest to stroke her neck and then glide back down the valley
between her breasts. His touch so light the skin puckers in goose bumps.
His hands lightly stroking the flesh of her breast. He starts to caress
her breast. Just his finger tips brushing against her. As his fingers
finally touch her bare nipple she lets go closing her eyes she leans her

head back. "Ohh Oooohhh OOOH" she groans as his fingers pinch upon her

sensitive nipples. He works his fingers like a small mouth upon her
sucking her hard little bud. She feels the pure lust heat coming from her
pussy. Rubbing her legs together she can feel the wet lips sliding against
each other.

She feels the air change around her breasts and she looks down as he has
pulled her top open exposing her breast to his eyes. He pulls his fingers
away from her chest and as she looks at him his eyes are staring into her
eyes. He smiles at her as his fingers lightly touch her thigh. She
shudders as she feels his touch looking into his eyes, begging her to let
him please her. Surrendering to him she leans back and opens up to his
touch. "Yessss" she whispers as she parts her legs and feels his fingers
sliding over her stockings between her thighs. His fingers brushing
against her sensitive flesh. As she spreads her legs more giving him full
access to her most intimate areas he smiles at her display of pure lust.
He slowly strokes his finger up her thigh. Feeling the soft touch of his
fingers against the silkiness of her stockings sending jolts of pure
pleasure through her body. She closes her eyes and enjoys the sensations.
As his fingers touch the top of her stockings. she shudders as his fingers
make contact with the smooth skin of her leg.

"Oh GOD!" she moans loudly as her eyes fly open feeling his mouth upon
her nipple. His hot mouth sucking her hard nub into his mouth. She
relishes the feeling of his soft smooth lips against her. Her arms come up
and encircle his head pulling his mouth against her. His fingers stroking
her inner thigh not moving just brushing against the sensitive flesh.
"Uhhh" she starts to moan and reaches down to his wrist sticking out of her
skirt and pulling she tries to move his hand to her dripping sex. His
strong arm does not move. She finally begs him. "Pleassseeeee." and as
the final sound escapes her lips his fingers slide up and touches her.
Roughly pulling aside her panties his finger finally touches her lips. He
lightly brushes his finger over her swollen pussy lips as he lightly bites
upon her nipple.

"Please Please Please..." She hears herself whimpering as he pulls away
from her breast and gets so close to her face she can feel his breath upon
her lips as he stares into her eyes. As she rises to meet his lips he
kisses her full of pure desire. As his tongue enters her mouth she feels

his finger pierce her inner sanctum. As he slides deep inside her she
moans onto his tongue. Opening her mouth his tongue devours her. "Oh god
I am going to..." she mumbles into his tongue. His finger sliding in and
out of her. Feeling the tightening in her stomach she starts to clench his
hand between her legs. Knowing her release is emanate he slides his finger
out of her pussy and rubs his fingers around her clit. Around and around
as she climbs to the peak. "Cumming" is all she can gasp into his mouth as
she feels his fingers lightly pinching her clit and feels her body
contracting in orgasm. As she starts coming shots of pure white flying
behind her eyes feeling the pent up sexuality released. She sobs in
release as he holds her to his chest. His arms around her, surrounding
her, protecting her. She sobs deep into his strong chest.

"It is ok." he whispers as he strokes her hair. Pulling out his
handkerchief he gives it to her as he disengages himself from her and
stands. "Well, this is my stop. I had to leave my car at the dealer."
handing her his business card. "Call me, Please" He whispers to her as he
kisses her deeply one more time before he turns to get off the bus.
Watching him walk away she sees him enter the Porsche dealership. Looking
down at the business card she reads his title "President - International
affairs" Smiling she tucks the business card into her purse. "What a great
day!" she smiles to herself as she buttons up her blouse.

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PRIMAL-Erotic Tales

2006-05-16T12:20:00.000-07:00

Primal

I don't know if it was the thunder or the flapping

blinds that woke me. Now that I think about it, I had

shown her the view of the ocean from my 14th floor

condo during the "tour." Being a single guy in Miami,

the bedroom having the balcony facing the ocean was

just a chance thing.

Right.

Even with the air on and a steady wind blowing (it is

never still this high up) in was to warm to be under

the covers. We were both naked. Her body was shaded

in contrasts, light from the bathroom, the moon rising

over the storm, and shadows - some which were on her

skin, some in it.

Damn. If you can't be good, be lucky.

Here I am, an average guy, crappy record at

relationships, reasonably ok looking, working and

playing hard in sin city. And not getting a lot of

ass.

It was not a problem of quantity; there are more women

ready to fuck on any given night here than there are

in all of the Midwest. No, the problem was quality.

As in the qualities I was missing: No ready trust

fund, I work hard for my money. No ready supply of

drugs, not unless you count fine tequilas and

scotches. And not ready to provide a sweetheart the

marriage she needs to stay in the US, and bring over

the other 26 members of her immediate family.

So when the guy's were going to hit a strip club known

for its loose interpretation of the rules, I was down.

Yea, I knew I was going to blow a couple of hundred

at least, but for here in Miami, that is what I would

have spend by the third date, easy. At least here I

could see the good before I spent more than twenty

bucks.

More thunder called my attention back to the open

door. Lightning in the clouds held it there. Ever

looked at a thunderstorm from the same level? I

stepped out onto the balcony to take in the view.

The air was not notably cooler, but the wind was

starting to whip up and I felt the sweat chill my

body. Yea, I am an honest 8", but in this breeze no

one would ever believe it.

Well, my guest might. If she trusted her memory.

Considering where I picked her up and what I had to

drink, I was pretty sure I wanted to stick to my

memory for just now.

The place advertised 75 girls dancing. 40 would be

more like it. But a real nice selection. Latina

(obviously), in flavors like Brazilian, Colombian, and

Cuban, black girls from all over the Caribbean and

US, good old American girls, and lately some

Russians.

Short, tall, "Why is she working" fat, rail thin.

Real boobs in all sizes, fakes standing up at a D cup

and larger. The girls worked the floor in little and

danced in nothing. Only lap dances were given with

bottoms on.

This one was just what I liked, petite, natural B

cups, dark hair to her shoulders, legal age but not

showing any wear just them.

I had seen her on the stage shortly after we got

there, but lost track of her after her set. I passed

on three or four offers for a lap dance, instead just

enjoying the show and the last of happy hour. One of

the guys spotted her again before I did.

Actually what he saw was a little blond off to one

side of the main stage, working a group of guys up for

some lap dances. You had to admire her technique.

Instead of just hanging all over them and offering,

she was smiling and lightly rubbing her tits, while my

brunette was reaching around from behind her with her

hand working in blondie's panties. Not much

penetration, but her clit was getting worked over.

Needless to say, they both disappeared under that pack

of dogs before half our crew got a look at the side

show.

Some time later, not sure when time wise, but I do

know it was after I surrendered my keys, she showed up

in front of me. I was busy watching this Jamaican

girl prove the old saying, "It's all pink on the

inside" when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice

in my ear.

"Glad to see you are still here."

See, I appreciate a professional. She had caught me

watching her show and kept track of our group, or she

was smooth enough risk that line on someone who may

have not been there earlier. Either way she was good.

And she smelled sweet.

The wind had dried my skin and thinking about my

memory of the girl laying on the bed had me stirring.

I'm not an exhibitionist by nature, but being in the

open, in plain view of anyone on the beach at 5 AM was

kinds cool. Let em look. Besides, I was still power

trippin from what had happened.

"Would you like a lap dance?"

Fuck yea! Right Now! Who knows how many margaritas I

had had, how much snatch I had looked at, but I

managed to get out a slightly smoother response.

"I don't like the rules here. To strict."

The rules for the lap dances were actually pretty

good. She had to keep her panties on (every girl

would pull them aside when the time was right) and no

touching the pussy. $20 a song, but after three you

could negotiate.

"Buy me a drink. I've had a great night and want to

unwind. Then we'll see about the rules."

When I nodded she went to sit down next to me,

stopped, looked at my crotch, then smiled and walked

around to my left and sat there. It was only then

that I realized none of my friends were anywhere to be

seen. That thought was quickly lost as she put her

hands on my left thigh ( I dress left) and gave my

cock a squeeze.

"You are good. What do you want to drink?"

"Zima. And you."

I smiled at the BS and caught the waitress's eye. A

few minutes later we both had drinks and hers was half

gone.

"Do you want to go to the VIP room? The `rules' are

different there."

At $300 a half hour, they damn well better be, but I

was not doubling down on that bet.

"I've got my own VIP suite on the beach. It has

better drinks, a better view, and no time limits."

Besides, unless I was totally trashed, I had been in

this place for over six hours and it was now pass 12.

And I was already out half my cash for the night.

"But it doesn't have me."

"Funny, you have 100% control over that. You could

change that any time you like." She was still

tickling my cock, and probably had a real good idea as

to all that was in there.

"But I don't want to be the one in control."

That got her 110% of my cock. And she knew it.

"You need to think about the rules, and how you are

going to get around them." With that I stood up, took

her by the upper arm, and headed for the couches where

they give the lap dances. Half way back she pulled me

to one side and pointed out a set of sets that I had

not noticed before.

`These are best. Less distractions, less attention."

I sat down, and she started her routine.

"Take off you belt. I may want you to spank me but I

defiantly don't want the buckle scratching me."

My belt draped over my neck, she shook her hair in my

face, looking around in the process. Before I knew it

she had her hand in my pants and around my cock, which

she proceeded to pull out of my pants leg.

"Not much friction if I left it down there, huh?"

I was not going to disagree. In fact I was not going

to do much because she shoved her perky little `Bs' in

my face and started to rub her body against my crotch.

All I could do was grab that ass and hang on.

Before long she had slid down my body and was starting

back up again when she nipped the bulge in my slacks.

Ohh, this was going to be good. She kept right on

going back up, whispering in my ear as she went, "Lick

my nipples!"

When her nipples reached head height I look the left

one in my mouth, licking and sucking. She reached

down to adjust our contact point (my cock) when it

happened.

I honestly think she slipped first, but weather it was

cause or effect we will never know. Some how she

slipped and pressed on my balls and I bit her nipple.

As love bites go it was a bit hard. Not enough to

draw blood. Not the hardest I had ever bitten a

nipple. But defiantly not the lick she was expecting.

Neither her gasp, almost a whimper, nor her hands

flying from my cock to the sides of my head surprised

me. But grinding her cunt on my cock and squeezing my

head to her did. Suddenly I realized she was coming

while dry humping me.

When she finished I let go of her left nipple and

tried for her right.

"You hurt me." She rubbed her nipple as she spoke, the

crinkled areola hiding my teeth marks.

"And you got off on it." No way I was not calling her

on that one.

"Yes. Is that sick or what?"

"Or what. Its only sick if you are not doing

something you like. And you did like that."

We both knew it was not a question.

"Ever leave here with a customer?"

"Not alone, no."

"Your blond friend, the one you were fingering, does

she know how you like it?"

"no"

"Do you want her to see?"

"no" These last two answers had been barely audible

over the music. The stone cold professional that had

sat down with me before was gone.

"Well we are even. I've never picked up a girl in a

strip club before, and I don't want my friends to see

us leave. But you are leaving with me." Again, no

question was asked or answered. But she had started

rocking on my cock again. And this time all the heat

was not from friction.

Twenty minutes later we were in a cab. Fifteen later

we were taking the tour and had gotten to the bedroom.

And she did want it rough. Her only stipulation, no

anal. "I can't imagine that it can feel good." Funny

words from a girl that got off once already on pain.

I am not a sadist, per say. What I am is a control

freak that wants to be in control of a woman's

pleasure, however she gets it. And this was not my

first experience with a woman that needed it to hurt

so good. It was not the time to break out the toys;

this was a bed, two people and all their parts.

That squall line was coming in fast. The lightning

was more frequent, and the thunder followed more

closely. It would soon cover the full moon, although

the false dawn was also climbing the sky.

"I am so sore. How am I going to work with these

marks?" She caught me off guard. She was sitting up

in the bed now, her skin shining still from the sweat

we had made. Some of the shadows had moved, others

had stayed, maybe grown darker.

"That didn't sound like complaints I heard earlier...."

FUCK! I had no idea what her name was. I mean

normally I am bad with names, but I am not even sure I

got hers.

She took my silence for something else and rushed to

add, "You didn't let me finish. I am so sore and I

have never cumm so hard or so many times before."

"Why is that?" How the fuck was I going to get her

name?

"Look at me, you practically twisted by boobs off, my

nipples, look, you made my nipples bleed. I know I am

limber but I have never had my legs pushed so wide or

far back before."

This time it had to be a question, because she was

right, it had been rough and no one would take my word

over that evidence, "And you liked it all?" My earlier

erection had started back down at this point.

"Yes." She was not making eye contact again. " That

and, and being called names."

"Is that right?" I had nothing to loose at this

point, right?

"yes" She no sooner spoke than a near simultaneous

flash and thunder hit.

"And you need more, right? You expect me to fuck that

cunt and make you cum again, right?"

"yes" Again, thunder and lightening accompanied her

confession.

"Well is that pussy wet or dry? I can't fuck a dry

pussy."

She got the idea and slid her hand into that well used

and filled slit. "A little."

"That won't work. Come here to me." I stepped back

onto the balcony and took one of the chairs there and

placed it with the back to the railing.

She hesitated at the door, then stepped out when I

gave her a warning look. I grabbed the railing with

my right hand, placed my right leg on the chair, and

informed her that if she wanted to fuck again she was

going to have to lick me clean from my ass to the tip

of my cock.

She started with the head of my cock and worked her

way back, licking off the dried remains of my cum and

her cunt juices. "That's a good little bitch, go

ahead, you can play with your cunt."

She responded with vigor and was soon making long

swipes from my asshole to my balls while she spread

the quickly flowing juices out from her hole and

around her clit.

"Do you like storms?" She seemed taken back, confused

by my question. I pointed at the clouds, now

flickering almost continuously and she nodded. "Then

get up here and watch."

I placed her knees on the chair and had her grab the

rails. It took her no time to figure out that I was

going to fuck her here, in view of the beach and in

the face of the storm.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, as hard as you can.!" She

shifted her weight, freeing one hand to grab her

bruised and sore tits. As I slid home she pulled

hard, harder than I would have on her left nipple. As

my pubic bone crashed into her ass, she slid forward

scrapping her tender tits on the brick railing.

Another moan escaped her, followed by a slow building

chant, `fuck me, fuck me, Fuck Me, Fuck ME, FUCK

ME!!!" With each repetition I slammed in a hard as I

could, until she grabbed the wall with both hands and

reared back upright against me, limiting my ability to

thrust.

I wrapped my arms around her, crossing them and taking

each of her tits in hand. She screamed again, this

time because she had scrapped her nipple on the wall

and now I was twisting it. Releasing her nipple and

grabbing the whole tit instead, she started thrusting

back on my cock again. Acting just on instinct I

pinched her left nipple again, then placed my fingers

in her mouth.

Her mouth seemed confused at first, even as she was

thrusting back on my cock, but then she realized what

I was doing and began to eagerly suck my fingers

clean. When I took it out she grunted "More" so I

again squeezed her nipple, drawing out more of her

blood, and again I fed it to her.

"Ohghh, I need more, fuck me more, take me more, make

me your slut whore bitch!!"

The thunderstorm was right on us now, the rain had

started, the lighting was flashing, the thunder was so

loud you could not tell where the sound ended and the

trembling in you body began. The gushing of her cunt,

our sweat, the rain all mixed so that we were now

sliding against each other with almost no friction.

"Mine" Thrust. "You are MINE" Thrust. "My Whore"

Thrust. "Slut" Thrust

I was drunk with the power, the control this little

minx had given me! She was mine! My thing! My fuck

toy!

Then the thunder spoke again, and I heard. The

lightning flashed and I saw. I was MASTER, all the

power was MINE. MY WILL BE DONE!!!

I grabbed the back her head and pressed her down

again, down on the railing on top of the wall. This

time her tits when straight down on the wall, not

dragging. I had no idea if her eyes were open when I

pushed her, when her head and shoulders where placed

over the edge looking 14 floors down at a pool and

deck. I will never know at what point she realized

how far down it was.

What I do know is that at that very moment when the

momentum was the greatest, my cock slipped from her

cunt and on the next thrust went up her ass.

Again she screamed, and again the thunder, MY THUNDER

spoke, drowning her protests. "No, NOT there, get it

out, get it out!"

I had the power, the storm was mine, she was mine, she

wanted it to hurt and I had called in my storm to make

her feel what she wanted, what she needed.

She had nowhere to go, and no time to get there. I

was thrusting in her ass, yelling in her ear, "My

cunt, my bitch, my whore."

Before she could escape my invasion of her ass her

body betrayed her. Legs that had supported and

balances her body gave out to spasms. Arms that had

held he body in check on the wall collapsed, no longer

holding her back.

In the pounding rain the full length of my cock

traveled in and out of her ass. Any more sounds she

may have made where lost in the now raging storm. But

her body spoke. And it moved.

When her limp arm lifted her hand to her cunt, her

body said "I like this!"

When her fingers began to massage her clit, her body

said, "I want this!"

When I felt her fingers slide into her cunt, when her

knuckles were massaging the bottom of my cock from

inside her cunt, her body said. "I need this!"

When I felt her begin to shake, when I could see her

eyes rolled back and her mouth moving in the drowned

screams of her orgasm, I came. No porn start stuff

here, this was a primal, bury your cock to the hilt

and explode orgasm.

My cock slipped free of her now spread ass as she

turned and collapsed in the chair, still oblivious to

the storm. I stumbled backwards, into the bedroom

till my bed caught the back of my knees and I

collapsed there.

I could still feel the power, but it was fading. Like

the storm my power had risen and burned it self out.

Even as she dragged her self into the room, towards

me, crawling on the floor, I felt it going.

I took her head in my hands and looked at her

contented face and her glazed eyes. She smiled at me,

a smile of contentment, of rightness.

"How can I strip when I am so beat up?" Her question

was totally reasonable, and totally out of place now.

With the last of my power I looked her in the eye and

told her, "You need to suck my cock clean again."

As my slut did her work, an old saying came to my

mind: "You break it, you buy it." But I think she was

fixed.

Still, what the fuck is her name?

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Dont wake-erotic story

2006-05-04T15:18:00.000-07:00

“Don't Wake Up!”

Mike looked at his peacefully sleeping wife, Simone and sighed. She was so beautiful lying there, wearing her soft pink nightgown, her brown hair flowing over her pillow. He sighed again, thinking of all the nights he had laid awake watching her, wishing that he could wake her up and make love to her, but her busy schedule kept her working at the hospital 14 hours a day, then she just wanted to come home, take a shower, and collapse into bed.

He reached up her nightgown and inside her panties, beginning to rub her clit gently, trying not to awaken her. At first she did not respond, but after a few moments she began to breathe heavily and bite her lower lip. She was still asleep. She began to move her hips in response to his touch.

Slowly, gently, he pulled the covers off her, slid her nightgown up, and began to remove her panties. He tossed her panties into the floor and carefully spread her legs. He lowered his face to her crotch and slowly snaked his tongue into the folds of her now wet pussy. She jerked, but did not wake up. He began to lick her pussy, slowly, softly, and she responded by moving her hips and moaning ever so softly. He pushed one finger inside her, trying to find her g-spot, and he concentrated on licking her clit. She whispered softly something he could not understand. Her breathing was increasing rapidly.

He began to feel her vaginal walls contracting against his finger, and he pressed his tongue hard against her clit, rubbing her clit vigorously and she began to shudder as orgasm flooded her. He pumped his finger in and out of her faster and faster, his tongue flicking harder and faster across her clit as she moaned louder and clutched the sheets.

Mike gave Simone a few moments to fall back into a deep sleep before he raised her legs and positioned his rock-hard cock at the opening of her pussy. He rubbed the head up and down inside her pussy lips, wetting it carefully, before he began to push it inside her. He was as careful as possible not to wake her, and he pumped his cock slowly in and out of her slippery wet cunt. She began to softly moan again and it was not long before his body responded by clenching his balls and spurting loads of hot semen into her belly. He could not last long since it had been several months since they had made love.

He turned over and went to sleep, leaving her panties in the floor and her legs spread, dripping cum down her ass onto the bed sheets.

The next morning Simone rolled over and placed her hand on Mike's shoulder and gently pressed it to wake him.

"Mike, I had the strangest dream last night, it was wonderful!" she gushed.

"Oh, really?" Mike said slyly.

"Yes, I dreamed that we were making mad, passionate love! It was bliss," replied Simone.

"Hmm, interesting," Mike mumbled.

"You know, I've been thinking," Simone began. "We don't really spend enough time together, do we?"

"Hmm. No, I guess we don't," agreed Mike.

"Well, I think we should spend more time together. I'm taking a week off work," Simone said.

"That's great, honey!" Mike said.

"I'm going to call right now and let them know I'm taking one of my free days today," Simone said, leaning across Mike to grab the phone off the night stand.

Then she spied her panties in the floor. She reached under her nightgown and noticed she was not wearing any panties. Then she understood. She hadn't been dreaming! But she didn't mention it to Mike. She was too happy to ruin the moment!

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Virgin Teens-erotic fiction

2006-05-02T15:15:00.000-07:00

Virgin Teens

Becky and Aaron were both 18 years old, and they were both virgins. It wasn’t because they were unattractive; they were both just shy and a little afraid of sex. In fact, Becky was incredibly attractive, and she had definitely had her fair share of guys attempting to have sex with her! But she had always flatly refused. She had planned to wait until she was married to have sex. What she hadn’t planned on was meeting a guy like Aaron.

Aaron was the sweetest, most sensitive guy Becky had ever met. He was handsome, more so than most of the guys in her senior high school class. But he was also very shy. In fact, Becky was the first girl he had ever dated. And they only reason they were going out was because SHE asked HIM out! Becky had always been shy, too, but when Aaron transferred into their school she knew she had to have him, and after weeks of hinting and flirting, he never asked her out, so she took the initiative.

They had been dating for six months when they decided it was the time to make love. They had discussed it several times, but they finally decided that if they were still together to celebrate their six-month anniversary, they would do it. So they made plans. They rented a room for the evening at the most luxurious hotel in town. Complete with hot tub, cable television with movie channels and a fully equipped kitchen. Aaron planned on making Becky breakfast the next morning.

When Becky got to the hotel room, she found that Aaron had already been there. He has dozens of roses of all colors all over the room in beautiful crystal vases. There were red rose petals all over the bed. Candles were already burning everywhere, casting a romantic mood all over the room.

"Have a seat, honey, and I’ll get you something to drink. I’ve got your favorite spring water," Aaron said.

"Thank you," Becky said sweetly, smiling.

She sat on the bed, dropped her purse on the floor, and tried to relax. Soon Aaron was back, bringing her a beautiful crystal wine glass full of ice-cold spring water. How romantic, she thought!

She sipped her drink before placing the glass on the night stand and lying back on the bed. Aaron was soon beside her, kissing her gently, sending shivers down her spine. She wanted this. She had never been in love before, so she knew this was right.

He eagerly unzipped her jeans and she slipped her down over her ankles, along with her panties, and tossed them into the floor. He began to awkwardly play with her pussy, massaging her clit and sticking one finger gently inside her. Suddenly, she pulled him on top of her, unzipping his fly and pulling out his hard cock.

"No foreplay, let’s just do it! I need you NOW!" she whispered.

He pressed the head of his dick against her pussy, slowly trying to push further inside her tight, virgin pussy. She grabbed his butt and pushed him, urging him to do it quickly. He pushed gently a couple more times, then with one hard thrust, he rammed his cock deep into her, tearing her maidenhead and forcing her to shriek in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Oh yes, do it! I love you, Aaron! I love you so much!" she whimpered.

"I love you, too, Becky. I love you," he replied, pumping harder and faster into her. He pulled up her shirt with one hand, and took one small braless breast into his hand and he began to suck the nipple.

Becky moaned softly and Aaron began to feel cum swelling up inside him. He tried to hold it, but it was too much for him. The combination if seeing her beautiful body and hearing her moans, and him feeling the amazing sensations of having his dick inside a pussy for the first time was more than he could handle.

"Oh, god. Becky, I’m gonna cum!" he said, half apologizing.

"Yes, Aaron, please cum for me!" she whispered into his ear, kissing his neck gently.

He began to squirt his cum inside her freshly devirginized pussy, and Becky clung tightly to him, clawing at his back. It seemed as though he would never quit cumming, but eventually he did, of course, and they lay together enjoying the moment.

"I’m sorry I couldn’t last longer, long enough to make you cum, too," Aaron apologized.

Becky smiled gently at him. "We’ve made it for six months, we’ll make it for six more," Becky said. "Who knows how much longer! We have all the time in the world to make love."

"You’re such an angel, how did I get so lucky?" Aaron asked.

“You’re the angel, Aaron,” Becky answered, kissing his forehead, and he mounted her, ready to ride again!

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The Movies-Erotic Fiction

2006-04-28T15:12:00.000-07:00

The Movie

21-year-old Kelly had been asleep for a while when she woke up and saw two people having sex on the television screen. She had fallen asleep while watching a movie on one of the premium channels, and a loud noise outside had just awakened her.

Kelly had moved away from home to take a job when she graduated tech school and had left behind Scott, her boyfriend of three years. She missed him terribly, especially at times like this. She remembered how wonderful it was to make love to him, how incredible it felt when he would give her oral sex, and how amazing it felt to have him penetrate her.

She watched as the woman mounted the man and began to ride him. Her lovely breasts bounced, and her long blonde hair trailed down her back as she rode him, moaning loudly. Kelly felt her breath begin to grow faster, and a wetness growing in her panties. She was beginning to ache. It had been more than four months since she had felt the pleasure of orgasm, and she needed the release.

She lifted her nightgown slowly and slid her hand inside her panties, gently beginning to finger her clit. She watched as the man moaned and rubbed the woman’s breasts with both hands, and she imagined how wonderful it would feel to have Scott’s cock buried deep inside her. She pushed one finger inside her wet hole, gasping loudly.

She closed her eyes and listened to the couple moaning and groaning, and she began to push two fingers in and out, using her other hand to stimulate her clitoris. She sighed heavily, and rubbed more vigorously at her clit, opening her eyes to see the man turning the woman over to fuck her doggy style. She wished this weren’t cable so she could see his penis. She longed to touch a cock again, to take its velvety smoothness in her mouth and feel it shooting warn semen inside her belly.

Her nipples stiffened against the fabric of her gown and stimulated them, making her hotter, wetter, and hornier. She was now fucking herself with four fingers, rubbing her clit with the other hand.

"Oh... oh yes... Scott, how I wish you were here! Oh, yes..." she whispered.

The men on the television had grabbed two handfuls of the blonde’s hair and was fucking her so hard that Kelly could hear the sound of his skin slapping against her ass. The woman called out "YES!" at every stroke. The man was dripping with sweat, his muscles glistening in the pale light of the set.

Kelly could feel herself getting close to orgasm and she slowed down a bit, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible, and to be as strong as possible. She took her fingers out of her pussy and licked the juice off them. She tasted sweet. She used this newly freed hand to play with her small breasts, gently pinching her nipples the way Scott used to.

Suddenly the woman began to scream that she was going to cum, and she began to beg the man to cum. Kelly grabbed one breast and squeezed so hard it was almost painful as she furiously rubbed her clit, hoping to cum at the moment the man did. She used to love to cum as she heard Scott groaning in orgasm, and the sound made her orgasm so much harder. She began to shudder, and when she was about to explode she heard the man groaning over and over with each thrust, he was cumming! That was enough. Kelly rocked her bed as she rubbed her clit as fast and as hard as she could, feeling waves of orgasm rush over her entire body. She pinched her nipple so hard it made her cry out and she screamed as her body trembled into a massive orgasm, one like she never could have imagined having! She never thought that masturbation could be as good, or better, than sex! It was amazing!

She shuddered and shivered and trembled as her body rocked with orgasm for several minutes, one wave slowly crashing as another would rise, and her orgasm lasted long past the end of the scene.

She lay in bed for only a moment after the last wave of orgasm ceased, and Kelly fell into the deepest, most comfortable sleep of her life.

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Happy Campers-Erotic fiction

2006-04-20T14:59:00.000-07:00

Gina and Mickey had set up their camp in the afternoon. Their long trek through the reserve had led them to a beautiful clear area by a stream. They were miles from anywhere, and it was unlikely they'd see another soul until they returned.They had the wilderness completely to themselves.Gina admired Mickey's strong legs, and his gorgeous tight butt, covered in walking shorts. She felt a glow of self-satisfaction in knowing that this glorious specimen of manhood was all hers.Mickey finished lighting the fire, and spread out a picnic rug. Then he took her in his arms."We're all alone here," he said, smiling...
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DR DR-Erotic Fiction

2006-04-18T14:50:00.000-07:00

Nurse Ashley was reading Doctor Jordan a report, but the handsome gynaecologist didn't seem too interested in medical history. It was late, and the hospital was almost deserted...He was leaning in towards her, ostensibly to read the chart, but his blue eyes caught hers and held them."You are an extremely beautiful woman," he said quietly.She could smell his musky scent as he leaned in to kiss her. She knew something special was about to happen...His lips were soft, his tongue was long and insistent, and she felt herself quivering within.His hand inched inside her uniform, past her lacy bra, brushing her nipple with confident, expert fingers. It hardened, and sent shivers across her breast, and her whole body. Soon he had her heavy flesh in his hand, holding her breast possessively.Nurse Ashley felt her heart beat faster as he unbuttoned her uniform. Slowly he eased the starched material away from her body, revealing her flimsy white bra and panties. He kissed her neck, and under her chin, and goose bumps followed his hot touch.
"Hmmm. I think you're going to need a good licking," he said...
"I think you'd best get undressed," he said, his voice taking on a commanding tone. He stood back and watched her remove her underwear, his eyes raking her slim body. Her panties were soaked as she took them down, revealing her trimmed pubic hair and slightly protruding lips.
"Impressive," Doctor Jordan said, stepping forward and pushing his index finger into her soft wetness. She let out of moan of tension as he ran his finger all over her vulva, in and around the soaking folds, briefly across her swollen clitoris and dipping quickly into her cunt. He stepped back and tasted his finger scientifically. "You'll definitely have to be examined," he decided, pointing towards the examination table with a serious expression. She climbed up on the table and lay back, full of anticipation, as Doctor Jordan walked to the end. "Open your legs," he demanded.She put both her feet on the edges of the table, exposing her nakedness to his gaze. His face was stern as he studied her pinkness. With both hands he spread her wide open, pulling back the hood of her clit so it shone and throbbed in the light. He pushed a finger, then two, into her and moved them in and out, slowly, inexorably. Her juices covered his hand."Hmmm. I think you're going to need a good licking," he said.With that, he bent down and began to gently lap at her folds, covering every inch of her femaleness with his tongue. He swirled it around her clit and rubbed it up and down, then dipped it into her vagina for a few moments before returning.Inserting his two fingers again, he licked her clit for what felt like hours, pushing her higher and higher into a cloud of absolute ecstasy. She could feel her muscles contracting, as every nerve fired and fired again in exquisite joy. It wasn't long before she came.He gave her little time to recover."Stand up, and bend over," he commanded, taking off his white coat and unzipping his trousers. Trembling, she did as she was told, leaning over the examination table, baring her ass and dripping cunt to him.His cock was huge. She gasped as he slid it deep into her, hitting her cervix with medical certainty. She reached under to stroke her still quivering clit as he began to move in and out, her cunt enveloping him in hot wetness.His excitement mounted and he gripped her hips as he pounded her cunt. She stroked her clit harder until the next orgasm came crashing down, tightening her around him in wave after wave of pleasure. He came soon after, gasping, filling her with hot juices, collapsing onto her back."Did I do OK, Doctor?" Nurse Ashley asked some minutes later."No," he said, smiling. "I think we'll need to do a lot more tests."Nurse Ashley quivered at the thought, and grinned.

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The Log Cabin-Erotic Fiction

2006-04-08T14:46:00.000-07:00

Jenny raced down from the porch of the log cabin and threw herself into Mike's arms. It had been three weeks since they'd seen each other, and now they were alone for the whole weekend.He kissed her hungrily, his strong arms surrounding her in a circle of warm love. She'd missed him so much…Suddenly he was kissing her eyes, her ears, her neck, and then he was unbuttoning her cotton dress like a man possessed. She smiled with pleasure and let him undress her, secure in the knowledge that her cabin was so secluded no passers-by would see them.He nudged the dress from her shoulder and kissed her there, then eased it down to her waist. He cupped her breasts and kissed her neck, sending shivers down to her boots. She loved the way he used his hands… and his mouth.She reached over and began to unbutton his shirt, and then to loosen his belt. He wore jeans so well… but she wanted him out of them. He helped her take his pants off, until he was naked and proud before her. His cock was long and slightly bent at the end; an idiosyncrasy she adored.
He turned his attention back to her, removing her bra and taking each nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the aureole and sucking them until they hardened. She felt wetness spreading through her panties, and she was ready for his cock.He slid the dress down over her waist and gently pulled her panties aside for a look at her cunt. He smiled as he admired. After a moment he stood up and ushered her to the old stump under the tree. There he removed her panties with a flourish, and sat her down, opening her legs to admire her cunt again.She leaned back and watched him, glorying in his handsome face that was so full of love for her. He moved in and ran his tongue around the edges of her slit, teasing her so she moaned. He flicked it in and out, like a lizard, making her beg him to really please her, until finally he shoved it fully into her hole, and then began to lick her in earnest.She lay back and opened her legs to the sky, allowing him full access to her dripping pussy. He covered her cunt with his mouth, using every inch of his tongue to lick her from clit to ass. Then he pulled back and lightly whipped her clit with it, barely touching the throbbing node, and she wanted to scream and demand he finish her off. Soon he was sucking on her clit like it was a piece of fruit, before he finally settled in to the long, fast lapping that he knew would bring her to the edge.The orgasm came in stages. It hit her clit first, and then expanded into her cunt, before making her whole pelvis glow. Then the shivers spread out from her stomach, and into her limbs, before the ecstasy hit her face and she smiled in pure pleasure.A cloud came across the sun, and she remembered where she was. The stump was jutting into her back, and Mike wasn't done yet."Come inside," she said. "The bed's more comfy."He shook his head. "Over here," he gestured. "Under the tree. The grass is nice."He led her to the tree and sat down. She straddled him, covering his face in kisses, and then slowly lowered her smooth wet cunt onto his cock. It entered like a shaft of heat, and she welcomed it with a lazy......

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The Picnic-Erotica

2006-04-06T14:41:00.000-07:00

The checked picnic blanket contrasts sharply against the dark green grass and cloudless blue sky, but that's how it's meant to be. Brett has laid out the picnic beneath a majestic oak tree, which lends its shade and gravitas to the scene. I look forward to the feast - there's camembert cheese, crackers, strawberries, cold ham, and mangoes for dessert.
Brett pours the wine. The chardonnay is a cool yellow and slops against the glasses. It's refreshing and intoxicating, and I savour the taste on his lips as he kisses me.
There is no one for miles around. It's like we own the whole world. The grass is swaying gently in the breeze as though it is bowing to us. We are the king and queen of our own universe, and today we are feasting on each other.
His face is buried deep in my pussy and I am in heaven...
He feeds me a strawberry; its juice dribbles from the corner of my mouth, and he licks it clean, then kisses me again.
I help him remove his shirt, one button and kiss at a time. He helps me out of my dress, with much tickling. Our underwear is a nuisance, and banished accordingly. Naked, the sun dapples our skin with speckles of pure light beneath the oak. The breeze is cool around my nipples, but they are hard with desire now.
We lean against the trunk, and kiss and kiss. And we toast each other, revelling in our own naked beauty and the joy of being together. We taste like fine wine.
He nibbles my earlobe, and the shivers travel down my body like steam trains on nerve lines. He kisses my neck and I arch in pleasure as he moves down to take my nipple in his mouth. His lips are warm, his tongue wet as it leaves small trails around the aureole. Now he suckles the other breast, and I hold his head tenderly, the whorish Madonna beneath an oak tree.
He kisses to my navel and makes it his own, and then on to my mound, softly furred and wet with need. His hands cup my breasts as his tongue finds my clit. The pleasure is all-encompassing - I close my eyes and moan as loudly as I like. Only the ants can hear.
My legs are over his shoulders; his face is buried deep in my pussy and I am in heaven. His tongue is everywhere at once and his mouth covers my vulva, sucking and caressing and licking.
I come, and it's a unique orgasm. The hair stands on the back of my neck, goosebumps rise, and the pleasure is scattered across my skin like raindrops on a lake. It's like touching something divine.
We make love all afternoon, first urgently, and then with great tenderness. We drink wine as the sun goes down, and then make our way home, spent and happy in each other.

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Hot Rays of Summer

2006-04-02T14:34:00.000-07:00

The hot rays of the summer sun were abruptly shut out as Nicole and Heath crept into the barn. The spacious cavity within was deserted, and it looked as though the absent farmer hadn't used the barn in months. It smelled of splintered wood and straw, and the sun sent thin slants of light across the earthen floor.
Heath smiled conspiratorially at Nicole and, taking her hand, led her to a hay-filled corner. They'd acted on impulse, letting their sudden aching desires dictate their actions. So much of the honeymoon had been this way; spontaneous sidetracks from the main road, urgent fucking in barely concealed public places: the park, the information booth, the gas station toilet. Their hunger for each other was paramount. They could have gone sightseeing in a desert and it wouldn't have made a difference. Every place was an Eden and every moment was marked by wet, hard obsession.
Heath pulled Nicole close and kissed her, sliding his hand up her smooth brown thigh as he did so. His kiss was passionate, full of urgency, and she felt a wave of heat well up within her. She put her hand to his crotch; felt the warm hardness of his cock as it strained against his jeans. She kissed her way down his chest, once again admiring the firm muscles of his abdomen, and released him from the denim, taking the shaft of his cock into her mouth. She heard him groan, and revelled in the sound. She loved the way he became helpless beneath her lips, disarmed by the pleasure she exacted from him.
Smiling, he dropped to his knees and rewarded her with another kiss, his hands cupping her cheeks gently. Then he pushed her back onto the straw and applied his mouth to her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue while his fingers gently probed between her legs. She felt him ease her labia apart, and sighed as he stroked his index finger up and down her wet, warm slit.
It wasn't long before his tongue replaced his fingers, and she moaned as he licked her hard bud with delicate strokes, small at first and then harder and longer. He was an expert at this. He knew how to titillate her pussy and tease out the tendrils of pleasure so that every touch was more exquisite than the last. She opened herself to his ministrations, a smile forming at the corners of her mouth as she thought to herself, He's mine, all mine.
It didn't take long. Her orgasm exploded from her almost before she was ready, drawing a shuddering moan from the back of her throat as her cunt contracted against his face.
Now it was his turn. He sat ready for her, his hard cock jutting upwards as if it were straining to find her. She straddled him; impaling herself on him and feeling his flesh fill her completely. They fit together perfectly, like a well formed puzzle, and she simply sat astride him for a few moments, gazing into his eyes and admiring the wonder of her new husband.
She began to move, slowly at first; sliding his hardness in and out of her just the way he liked it. She watched his face, loving the way his forehead became creased as the pleasure mounted. Soon however, she felt her own excitement growing, and reached down to stroke her own clit. She surprised herself; her ability to orgasm had seemed insatiable on this trip.
The pace increased, and Heath began to moan. She rode him harder, eager to extract the ultimate rush of ecstasy from him. Her fingers moved at her clit, faster and faster, until she came again, her pussy squeezing his cock and bringing on his own orgasm. He bucked under her, and they both groaned with satisfaction as their climaxes subsided. They collapsed together onto the hay, spent and smiling.
Nicole lay and looked up at the barn roof for a few moments, but then she noticed that Heath had stood up and moved away. She barely had time to register what he was doing before a spray of cool water splashed across her naked body.
"Water fight!" he yelled, brandishing a hose that had been lying nearby.
Within seconds she was soaked and giggling like a child. Not willing to let him get away with it she dodged the jet of water and began to grapple with him, trying to wrest the hose away to get her revenge. They wrestled playfully and soon they were both dripping and breathless with laughter, the water washing the straw and smell of sex from their bodies.
Heath turned off the hose, drew him to her and kissed her lips with a possessive tenderness. It had been another wonderful sidetrack to an already blissful honeymoon.
Still damp, they dressed and left the barn, holding hands and wondering where the road would lead them next.

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2006-03-31T09:50:00.000-08:00

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Mature Neighbour-Erotic Tale

2006-03-25T09:19:00.000-08:00

"Older Neighbor"

My name is Jake and I am thirty years old. I am a moderately successful business accountant with a nice house in a nice neighborhood. My neighbor, Barbara, is absolutely beautiful. She's tall, leggy, busty and very sensual. She's in her forties, I know, because the other neighbors told me so, but she doesn't look it. I would have thought she was thirty-two or so. She's just amazing. I've had fantasies about her for a long time, but I never thought they would actually come true!

One lovely Spring Saturday, I was in my back yard grilling a big, juicy steak and a couple of ears of corn and watching Barbara sunbathe. She was tanning herself in her lovely lawn, wearing a very small bikini, and glistening in the sunlight from a mixture of sweat and tanning oil. She looked absolutely breathtaking. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible to keep my eyes off her.

I finally managed to look down at my steak and it was done. I grabbed my plate and lifted the steak onto it with my fork, then I used my grilling tongs to pick up the corn. I took my plate over to my picnic table by the pool and sat down, slathering my corn with tons of butter and salt, and seasoning my steak with some salt and pepper. Suddenly I heard a voice.

"Mmm, that looks delicious," she said. I looked up. It was Barbara!

"Thanks. Want to join me?" I asked.

"Oh, no. It doesn't look like you have enough there for two," she said. "But I would love some company."

She sat down on the other side of the table, directly across from me. I cut a bite of steak and chewed on it nervously. After I swallowed I looked up at her and she smiled.

"Your name is Jake, isn't it?" she asked. When I nodded she said, "Yes, some of the ladies at the library have been talking about how handsome you are."

"The library?" I asked, blushing.

"Yes, they said you come in sometimes and you always check out something business related. Don't you ever read fiction?" she asked me.

"Well, I really don't have time for entertainment," I admitted. "I'm very busy."

"I see. Well, Jake, I'm Barbara Andrews and it's very nice to meet you," she said, extending her right hand.

I put down my knife and took her hand. It was so soft. So soft and supple. So...

"Nice to meet you, too," I said, grinning nervously.

I picked up my knife and cut another bite of steak.

"Oh, that looks so good and I haven't had a bite to eat all day. Can I have... just one bite?" she asked.

I tried to hand her the fork but she swung around and ate the steak off the fork while it was still in my hand. She closed her eyes and let her lips linger on the fork for a long, sensual moment.

"Mmmm... that's soooo gooood..." she purred.

I could feel my cock growing inside my shorts and I hoped I wouldn't have to stand up for anything. I would hate to let her see that I had an erection. I thought that would be quite rude.

Suddenly she grabbed an ear of corn off my plate. She began to suck on it like a big dick, and my eyes bugged out of my head. I sat back in amazement as she leaned back a bit, pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom aside and began to rub the corn against her exposed clit! She moaned softly as the warm corn, lubricated with butter, slipped across her clit. My cock was bursting from the top of my shorts but I barely noticed.

"Why don't you come help me?" she whispered seductively.

She didn't need to ask twice. I sped around to the other side of the table and knealt down beside her. She lifted the corn out of my reach and lifted her buttocks, obviously hinting for me to remove her bikini bottom. I did, and I exposed a beautifully trimmed set of pussy lips, almost bald with a v-shaped patch of hair just above the slit. I spread her lips apart and marvelled at the beauty of her pussy, shaped like a rosebud. She handed me the corn and I began to slowly rub it over her clit and I teased the opening of her pussy. Slowly, gently, I began to push the fat ear inside her. She was soaking wet and the corn began to slide easily inside her. I couldn't resist. I took that slippery ear of corn, rich with her juices, and I licked it, tasting her sweet honey. I inserted the corn back inside her and began to work it slowly in and out, bending over to touch my tongue against her clit. She moaned. I pushed the corn in and out, faster and harder, licking her clit faster and harder. I looked up. She had removed her bikini top and her beautiful breasts were exposed. They were incredibly firm, with hard, brown nipples, and the bounced as she rocked with the motion of my masturbating her.

"Fuck me, please!" she screamed, and I immediately took her and turned her over the picnic table and I entered her from behind.

Her pussy was so tight I almost thought I had her asshole. I couldn't believe how tight this woman of forty-something was, especially after having that big ear of corn inside her! It's tight wet walls gripped my cock like a vice and he groaned loudly as I began to pound her hard with my big dick. With my left hand I reach under her and grabbed her left tit, teasing the nipple with my fingers. With the other hand I reached under her hip and found her clit, rubbing it furiously. I could feel a huge gush of sperm filling my cock and I knew I was going to explode. I rubbed her clit as hard and as fast as I could and she began to shudder and jerk, moaning loudly and slamming her ass against me as she came on my cock. I felt her pussy walls tightening around my cock as she climaxed and I began to fill her up with hot, wet cum. I squeeze her big tit in my left hand and I still rocked her to orgasm with my right hand as my cock shot load after load of cum into her. I groaned loudly as I emptied my balls of every bit of jizz that I could into her.

Soon after it was over we both sat down at the picnic table and got to know each other better. We've been seeing each other regularly for several months, and I think I may ask her to marry me soon! The age difference doesn't matter to me at all. She could be seventy for all I care. She's all woman to me!

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Teacher-erotic story

2006-03-20T07:33:00.000-08:00

Teacher

My girlfriend, Kelly, and I were fucking after school one day in the biology lab. There was a big, long table in the back of the lab that was used for things like dissection and a lot of the kids would use it like a bed to have sex. We had done it several times. The way it was done was that the kids would hide in the restrooms until all the students and teachers had left for the day and the school was locked, then they would head down the the lab and have their fun, sneaking out the window and leaving it unlocked. That way, other students could get in through the window later that night if they wanted to have a go.

Kelly and I were really getting into it, both stark naked in the dark lab, when in walked Mr. Andrews, the bio teacher. Kelly gasped. We were caught. We started to get up, trying to reach for our clothing, but Mr. Andrews halted us. We froze in terror.

"Well, looks like we have some illegal intruders here, huh?" he said.

"Um, I.." I started to make a stupid excuse but couldn't think of one.

"Please, Mr. Andrews! Don't tell my parents! I'd be in terrible trouble!" Kelly begged.

"Now, why would I want to let you go? Don't you think I SHOULD notify your parents?" Mr. Andrews asked.

"Please don't. I'll do anything!" Kelly pleaded.

"Me too!" I agreed, worried that my parents would take away my car if they found out.

"Anything, huh? Really?" he asked.

"Anything!" screeched Kelly, and I nodded in agreement.

"Well, then. How about I join your fun?" he asked.

We were both shocked. What did he mean? Was he going to... have sex with us? We got our answer soon as he unfastened his belt and began to walk toward us, unzipping his fly. His pants dropped. We watched, helpless, as he undressed. What else could we do? If we didn't do what he said we would be in big trouble. We could be grounded, suspended from school, expelled, or even sent to jail! We were terrified.

Mr. Andrews fully undressed and he walked over to me. He instructed Kelly to stand up and lean over the table. She did, and then he told me to kneel in the floor and lick her pussy from behind. I had never done that before, given a girl oral sex, but I did as I was told. Then Mr. Andrews hopped up on the table and slid over in front of Kelly and told her to suck him. Kelly was a pro at cock sucking, and I could tell he was pleased. She sucked him off really good as he watched me lick her pussy.

Then he told me to come suck him while Kelly was to sit in the floor under me and suck me off. I was scared. I wasn't gay, and I didn't know what to do. But it was this, or something worse, so I took his dick in my mouth and started to suck. I have to admit, that it kind of turned me on to have Kelly down there sucking me off while I attempted to suck off my teacher. It was kinky, and I liked that.

Finally, he had Kelly sit on the table while I stood in front of her and fucked her. Mr. Andrews got up on the table and had Kelly suck him some more and he started to shoot cum all over her tits. Seeing this really got me hot, and I came right up in Kelly's pussy.

"That was really kind of fun," I admitted as we all dressed.

"Yeah, I thought so, too," said Kelly.

"Really? Want to do it again, sometime?" Mr. Andrews asked hopefully.

"Sure!" Kelly agreed quickly.

I shrugged. "Whatever she wants," I said, smiling at Kelly.

After that, Kelly and I both went to Mr. Andrews house a couple of times a week, and we never told a soul. And both of us got straight A's for our entire senior year in Biology!

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The Movies

2006-03-17T07:30:00.000-08:00

The Movies

21-year-old Kelly had been asleep for a while when she woke up and saw two people having sex on the television screen. She had fallen asleep while watching a movie on one of the premium channels, and a loud noise outside had just awakened her.

Kelly had moved away from home to take a job when she graduated tech school and had left behind Scott, her boyfriend of three years. She missed him terribly, especially at times like this. She remembered how wonderful it was to make love to him, how incredible it felt when he would give her oral sex, and how amazing it felt to have him penetrate her.

She watched as the woman mounted the man and began to ride him. Her lovely breasts bounced, and her long blonde hair trailed down her back as she rode him, moaning loudly. Kelly felt her breath begin to grow faster, and a wetness growing in her panties. She was beginning to ache. It had been more than four months since she had felt the pleasure of orgasm, and she needed the release.

She lifted her nightgown slowly and slid her hand inside her panties, gently beginning to finger her clit. She watched as the man moaned and rubbed the woman’s breasts with both hands, and she imagined how wonderful it would feel to have Scott’s cock buried deep inside her. She pushed one finger inside her wet hole, gasping loudly.

She closed her eyes and listened to the couple moaning and groaning, and she began to push two fingers in and out, using her other hand to stimulate her clitoris. She sighed heavily, and rubbed more vigorously at her clit, opening her eyes to see the man turning the woman over to fuck her doggy style. She wished this weren’t cable so she could see his penis. She longed to touch a cock again, to take its velvety smoothness in her mouth and feel it shooting warn semen inside her belly.

Her nipples stiffened against the fabric of her gown and stimulated them, making her hotter, wetter, and hornier. She was now fucking herself with four fingers, rubbing her clit with the other hand.

"Oh... oh yes... Scott, how I wish you were here! Oh, yes..." she whispered.

The men on the television had grabbed two handfuls of the blonde’s hair and was fucking her so hard that Kelly could hear the sound of his skin slapping against her ass. The woman called out "YES!" at every stroke. The man was dripping with sweat, his muscles glistening in the pale light of the set.

Kelly could feel herself getting close to orgasm and she slowed down a bit, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible, and to be as strong as possible. She took her fingers out of her pussy and licked the juice off them. She tasted sweet. She used this newly freed hand to play with her small breasts, gently pinching her nipples the way Scott used to.

Suddenly the woman began to scream that she was going to cum, and she began to beg the man to cum. Kelly grabbed one breast and squeezed so hard it was almost painful as she furiously rubbed her clit, hoping to cum at the moment the man did. She used to love to cum as she heard Scott groaning in orgasm, and the sound made her orgasm so much harder. She began to shudder, and when she was about to explode she heard the man groaning over and over with each thrust, he was cumming! That was enough. Kelly rocked her bed as she rubbed her clit as fast and as hard as she could, feeling waves of orgasm rush over her entire body. She pinched her nipple so hard it made her cry out and she screamed as her body trembled into a massive orgasm, one like she never could have imagined having! She never thought that masturbation could be as good, or better, than sex! It was amazing!

She shuddered and shivered and trembled as her body rocked with orgasm for several minutes, one wave slowly crashing as another would rise, and her orgasm lasted long past the end of the scene.

She lay in bed for only a moment after the last wave of orgasm ceased, and Kelly fell into the deepest, most comfortable sleep of her life.

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The Governor-Erotic Story

2006-03-13T07:29:00.000-08:00

The Governor

Genna had been working for a few months at the Governor Tod Flannery’s mansion as a secretary. She has only met the Governor once, but she was very impressed with him. He seemed to be a kind, caring man, strong, handsome, with a very demanding presence. Genna had to admit to herself that she found him attractive. But of course, since the Governor was married, there wasn’t much hope of her ever having a chance with him.

One evening, Genna had to stay late to take care of some paperwork that she hadn’t been able to finish during the day. Everyone else had gone home, except the 24-hour security force, and she felt quite lonely and even a bit nervous. She was just making the last changes to the final set of papers when she heard the door open. She looked up and before her stood Governor Flannery. She smiled.

"Good evening, Governor Flannery," she said nervously.

"Good evening. Finishing up some late work?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. I’m just finishing up," she replied.

"I’m sorry, my memory isn’t so good," stated Governor Flannery. "What was your name again?"

"Genna Ryder," she answered politely.

"Ah yes, Genna. What a lovely name," he said, almost seductively. Or was Genna just fantasizing?

"Thank you, sir," she smile shyly, blushing.

"Please, call me Todd," he coaxed.

"Er, um, well... I don’t know if..." Genna stammered.

"It’s okay. A lot of people that work for me call me Todd. I think it keep the workplace more informal and enjoyable," he said.

"Oh, okay... Todd," she agreed.

Suddenly the Governor was behind her, massaging her shoulders. She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt his strong, large hands groping her tense, shuddering shoulders. She wanted him, and she wanted him badly.

He turned her swiveling office chair around to face him, and he knelt before her. He placed one large hand on her cheek and drew her face to him, kissing her. She returned his kiss with insane passion, entwining her tongue with his. She moaned softly into his lips as his hands slipped down and began to unbutton her blouse. He removed her shirt, and then her bra, and tossed them to the floor. His hands and lips began to explore her beautiful breasts and her stiff nipples.

"Oh, Todd..." she whispered, tugging gently at his hair.

He licked and sucked her nipples as his hands ran underneath her skirt and removed her panties. She lifted her buttocks to allow him to easily remove them and toss them aside. His head was instantly between her legs and his tongue found her wet slit, inching it’s way inside her and making her quiver. His tongue worked magic with her, snaking in and out of her slippery pussy and over her perky clit, and back down again. She began to grind her crotch against his face as waves or orgasm rushed over her.

"Oh god, yes! I’m cumming! Oh yes!!!!" she screamed.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stood to his feet. He picked her up in one strong movement and sat down in the chair, sitting her in his lap. She kissed him, and he began to play with her pussy with his fingers. She felt his hard cock pressing against her butt and she reached down and unfastened his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock and stroking it.

"Fuck me, Genna," he said. "Fuck me now!"

She turned to face him, straddling him in the chair and she mounted him. His big cock tore into her like a fiery sabre and she screamed. His was the biggest dick she had ever fucked, by far. But soon it began to feel good, incredibly good.

His strong hands played with her bouncing breasts as she rode him. Their moans and groans melded together as they fucked like wild horses, panting, groping, screaming, until together, they began to climax.

"Oh, god! Genna, I’m gonna fill your hot little pussy up with cum! Oh, shit, yeah! I’m cumming!" he screamed, pumping her full of load after load of hot cum as she climaxed to orgasm along with him.

"Oh, yes! I’m cumming, too! Fill me up!" she yelled loudly, not caring who heard her.

She collapsed in his lap and he held her, stroking her back, rubbing her shoulder and her hair, until finally Genna looked at the clock on her desk. It was very late. She needed to get home.

She thanked him for a wonderful evening, expecting that he would never want to see her again, but instead he offered her a job on the night security force. That way, he explained, she would be there for him every night, and he could have even more time to lick her precious pussy and taste her sweet cum. She agreed, and from then on, they fucked every night!

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Caught-Erotic Story

2006-03-08T07:13:00.000-08:00

"Caught"

Suzanne was 42 years old and having an affair with a 20 year old pool boy. She and Anthony were making love in the lounge chair beside the pool one afternoon. Suzanne's body glistened in the sunlight. It was tanned, lean, and quite sexy for her age. Her skin was still very taut and smooth and her breasts were still as firm as when she was 18. She was a vision of beauty at any age!

Unfortunately her husband Rob hadn't seemed to notice in years. He was a very busy account rep for a major advertising agency, and between long hours at the office, out of town meetings with clients and training camps, about the only thing he had time to do when he got home every night was shower and collapse into bed.

Not that Suzanne minded very much. She loved having time to herself all day, and she loved that he made plenty of money, which Suzanne was all to happy to spend. Of course it did leave her feeling rather lonely and deprived at times. Her body still felt young and alive, and it needed attention. It needed the attention of a man.

She and Anthony had been having an affair for several months. It began the very first day he came to clean their pool. Suzanne was never one to pass up an opportunity, and she wasn't about to let a hot, tanned hunk of a young man like Anthony get away!

"Ohh, Anthony," Suzanne whispered, as Anthony kissed her neck and plunged his hard cock deeper inside her. "You make me feel so alive!"

"And I suppose I might as well be dead as far as you're concerned, eh, Suzanne?" a voice growled behind her.

She turned to the sound of the voice, and there was her husband standing just outside the sliding glass doors, watching her. She gasped and pushed Anthony off of her. Anthony was speechless and motionless with fear, afraid that her husband might want to kill him. But when he saw that Rob was paying no attention to anything but Suzanne, he hastily threw on his clothing and slipped out the gate, running all the way to his van.

"Rob... what are you doing home from work? I thought... I mean... what time is it?" Suzanne muttered.

"What does it matter?" asked Rob. "You certainly weren't worried about the time, now were you?"

"Rob, I..." Suzanne began to make an excuse, but what could she say? She was caught.

"Save it, Sue. We both know you can't possibly come up with an excuse for THIS one," he said.

"Oh, Rob, you don't understand! I just..."

"Sue! Please! Don't insult my intelligence by expecting me to believe anything you say, or care about it, either," Rob said.

Suzanne looked off into the sparkling pool. She tried to blink away tears. She had never meant for Rob to find out about her and Anthony. She still loved Rob, she always had. It's just that he wasn't there for her the way she desperately needed him to be. She was devastated to know that she had hurt him.

"At least he managed to clean the pool, first," muttered Rob, closing the glass door.

"Rob, really, that isn't..." Suzanne started again.

"Sue, come on. I don't really want to hear anything you have to say right now," Rob interrupted again.

"Then what DO you want, Rob?" she questioned.

Rob walked over, picked up his naked wife in his arms, and kissed her firmly on the lips.

"I want YOU. I want to remind you that I'm still your husband, and you're still my wife!" he snarled.

He turned around and headed inside. He opened the glass door with one hand and went inside, leaving the door open, and he carried his wife upstairs and into the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and began to remove his clothes. Suzanne was shocked, and a little scared. Would he hurt her? How angry was he?

He walked over to her, his cock hard and ready, and he mounted her. She did not fight, she did not argue. She wasn't exactly sure if she wanted this, or if she was just too frightened to object, but she lay motionless, her legs spread for him.

He wasted no time. He rammed his manhood deep inside her in one vicious stroke and she gasped aloud. He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and, being careful not to pull too hard, he used her hair to pull himself into her over and over. He grunted and groaned like a while animal as he humped her. Suzanne began to remember how wonderful her husband's lovemaking had always been. He had always been, and still was, the best lover she had ever had. She began to buck against him, digging her nails into his muscular back like claws. She purred softly against his neck as she lifted her head to kiss his neck, and he responded by tugging a little harder at her hair, pumping himself harder and faster into her.

Suddenly, Rob grabbed her body and hoisted her up, turning over onto his back and lifting her body up on top of him in one fluid motion.

"Ride me," he grunted. "I want to see if you still love me."

Suzanne started to slowly ride him like she had so many times long ago. She ran her fingernails up and down his chest and abdomen as she sat back on his cock and raised and lowered her body, making sweet, passionate love to him. She squeezed the muscles of her vaginal wall to put more pressure on his penis, trying to give him every bit of sensation possible. Rob reached up and grabbed Suzanne's breasts and squeezed them, and she cried out in a strange mixture of pain and bliss. She began to ride him faster and faster, until she was bouncing on top of him and grinding herself into him and she was entering a state of complete heaven, she was cumming!

"Oh, Rob, I'm cumming! Oh my god, honey, I love you! I'm so sorry! I'm cumming!" she screamed.

"Ahhh, yeah baby. Cum. I'm cumming, too! Ahhhhhhh..." Rob groaned, thrusting himself deeply inside her.

For a while after they cum, Suzanne just lay on top of Rob, feeling his heart beat and his chest rise and fall with every ragged breath. Then she looked up at him. She caught his eyes with hers, and he saw that there were tears in them.

"Rob, I don't know how to say I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, but I needed things... things you were never around to give me anymore..." she tried to explain.

"I know. I should have tried to spend more time with you. I'm sorry, too. I'll forget everything if you'll swear that you'll never cheat on me again, and I'll promise that I will always make an effort to put you first," he said.

"Oh, Rob! Really? Of course! Of course, I'll never do it again! I always wanted you! You've always been my number one!"

She threw her arms around him and kissed him, feeling like she did on their wedding night so many years ago.

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In the office-Erotic tales

2006-03-01T06:42:00.000-08:00

Office Tag-Team

If Nina had to hear the shrieking voice of her boss one more time this day, well, it wouldn't be pretty.

She knew what the problem was with that bitch of a boss. The woman's husband was hot for Nina. She could see it in his eyes every time he was at the store. He'd follow her ass and tits with his black eyes all day if he could. Terri (her boss) knew it. He bastard husband made no secret of his lust. So Terri would yell at Nina instead of her husband. Tina would never fire Nina because Nina cooked the books for her. Nina knew what was up. She wasn't interested in Terri's dirty husband, although he was quite dapper.

It was after closing and Nina was almost out the door. She had avoided Terri all day. Her pervert husband would be there any second to pick up Terri. If she got out now, she could avoid so much ugly behavior.

"Hello Nina". The deep voice of Nathan (Terri's husband) said from the store's back door. He closed it behind him. She could try to go out the front and still avoid Terri, if she slipped away now. Nathan had a bottle of champagne and three glasses in his long hands. This was not a good sign. Three glasses meant one was for her.

He set the glasses on the big desk. He then held the cork of the champagne bottle as he gently twisted the bottom. He popped the cork with barely a gasp. Smooth.

"My lovely wife and I have come to an understanding my dear Nina". He poured her a glass and then filled the other two flutes with the bubbly brew. He raised his glass "You see, you have probably noticed a bit of tension between my love and I when you are around".

Nina took the glass he offered her and turned to see Terri standing behind them in a teddy and nothing else.

"I'm not jealous of you Nina". Terri walked up to her. Her perfume smelled spicy and warm. She walked over to the big desk and took her glass. She kissed her husband and he cupped her breast through the filmy teddy. Nina's twat began to tingle. Terri looked at her: "I was jealous of him".

Nathan twisted Terri's nipple in his fingers as she slid from him and over to Nina. Terri took Nina's face in her hand and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "I want you too. I was upset because you seemed to like him better".

Nathan slid up behind his wife. His shirt was off and he pulled down the straps of her teddy. Terri's breasts were smallish and firm with red nipples. Terri spoke as she took Nina's hand and brushed it over her cherry nips.

"We came to a compromise. We decided to share you". Terri pulled Nina close to her and kissed her neck.

Nina almost went limp from Terri's hot kisses. The sensations of two sets of hands stroking her had her hypnotized. Before she knew it, she had her tongue in Terri's sweet pussy while Nathan grabbed her ass cheeks and fucked her from behind.

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Dinner Sex

2006-02-27T07:10:00.000-08:00

"Dinner Sex"

Thad and Amy had invited over some friends of theirs from college to their new home for a little dinner party. They hadn't seen Rick and Marcy for a long time, and the conversation over dinner was very lively. They had a lot of catching up to do, and they found that their old friends were just as wonderful as ever. They talked about Rick's new job as an architect for the busiest firm in the state. Marcy was a student teacher. Thad and Amy told them about their honeymoon in Hawaii. It was as much fun as they'd had since high school!

After dinner they dimmed the lights, fixed some margaritas and watched a scary movie. They had a lot of fun, and Thad and Amy were really enjoying the evening. They laughed, they joked, they remembered old times. It was a blast!

During the movie, a very tipsy Amy felt a hand on her knee. She looked down. It was Marcy's hand! Amy shivered, but didn't say anything. Soon, Marcy's hand began to move up Amy's thigh and it sent chills down her spine. She tried to pretend that she didn't notice, but when Marcy's hand slipped inside her skirt and began to rub her now wet pussy, she moaned softly. Thad looked over and saw what was happening, but he was so turned on that he decided not to ruin it by saying anything.

Obviously Rick had seen what was happening, because he was stroking his hard cock through his jeans. Amy noticed, and it made her even hotter! She wanted to fuck Rick! But what would Marcy say?

She didn't have to wonder long. Marcy leaned over and whispered into Amy's ear that she wanted to swap partners for the evening. She didn't have to ask twice. Amy kissed Marcy on the lips and made a beeline to the chair where Rick was sitting and she sat in his lap.

Marcy scooted closer to Thad and she started kissing him. Thad's hands soon found their way up Marcy's shirt to her breasts, which were bare underneath. Her nipples were stiff and tickled the palm of Thad's hand, and soon Marcy's hand was rubbing his hard cock through his khakis.

Rick and Amy were also kissing. Amy sat in his lap, her panties already in the floor, her legs spread wide as Rick masturbated her. His fingers were doing an expert job, and Amy was already very close to orgasm. She began to pump her hips against his hand as his fingers rubbed over and over her slippery clit. As she started to moan in orgasm, Thad and Marcy stopped for a moment to watch as Amy grabbed her breasts and squeezed and she threw her head back and rocked against Rick's skillful hand.

Marcy tore open Thad's jeans, pulling his cock out, and not missing a beat, she whipped off her own panties, threw them into the floor, and mounted Thad on the sofa. She lowered herself onto him, pulling off her shirt and tossing it onto the floor. She leaned forward, kissing him as his cock slid deep inside her. Thad wrapped his arms around Marcy's tanned, slim body and she began to ride him slowly. Up and down, side to side, masterfully teasing his cock with her wet pussy.

Amy was completely naked now, and she turned around and straddled Rick's cock with her back facing him. She wanted to watch Thad and Amy. She began to move her body up and down as Rick reached around her and fondled her breasts. Her long blonde hair fell down her back, tickling Rick's nose.

Marcy dismounted Thad and walked over to Rick and Amy. She knealt in front of them and as Amy still bounced up and down on Rick's cock, Marcy lowered her head and began to lick Amy's clit and Rick's balls. Thad fell in behind Marcy and began to fuck her doggy style.

"Oh my god, that feels sooo gooood..." whispered Amy as Marcy's tonge worked over her clit. Feeling Rick's dick deep inside her and Marcy's hot tongue against her, and seeing her husband's eyes rolling back into his head as he fucked another woman sent Amy over the deep end. "I'm cumming!" she screeched.

She grinded her hips against Rick as she began to climax, and she heard Rick groan as he squeezed her tits tightly and pumped harder. Rick was cumming, too! Then she heard Marcy moaning loudly, her tongue still slurping madly at Amy's clit, and she looked up and saw her own husband grunting and pumping as he filled Marcy with hot cum. The four of them licked, pumped and grinded their way to a massive orgasm all at the same time! The orgasms seemed to last forever. One lead into another and another. And none of them wanted the climax to end. But it did, of course.

The evening had been so enjoyable that Thad and Amy invited Rick and Marcy to spend the whole night with them, and the four of them tried many different positions together, making group love all night and into the morning!

Rick and Marcy left the next day, promising to return regularly for more hot group love, but soon they moved to another state when Rick got transferred and they haven't seen each other since. But Thad and Amy hope to see their friends again soon, they're already planning a trip out of state to see them this summer!

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