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She tugged on me arm gently and looked back once again biting her lip and raising her eyebrows smiling naughtily at me. I almost came in my pants right there. The promise of sex in her eyes made want to fuck her right there, enter her pussy and fuck her till she came all over my dick. I imagine she was feeling the same because she pulled me behind a corner and into an alley where she pressed her body against me, kissing me passionately her tounge penetrating my lips. Her tits heaving up and down, I could feel her nipples poking through the soft fabric of her the baby t-shirt she wore. My cock grinded against her skirt covered snatch and I could tell that she wanted more because she pressed hard against me, trying to feel all of my dick on her through her skirt. Our kiss filled was filled with lust and animal sexual tension, she broke it as she grabbed my cock through my pants as it had been rubbing against her pussy. My jeans were now wet from her....I smiled eventhough I didn't even know the name of the girl I was about to fuck. It was my turn to take control now I swung her around, her face now towards the wall. She whimpered sexily as I moved in towards her, my lips kissing and sucking on her neck. I could feel her sopping wet fuckhole through her skirt and I couldn't take it anymore. I gritted my teeth and told her I was gonna fuck her till she came hard. "Oh god fuck my pussy please...." was all she said before I flipped the bottom of her skirt up of her hips and pulled her light blue thong to the side. My hands wandered up her side and fondled her tits and nipples through her shirt as I now rubbed my hard prick on her panties which were now dripping with her fluilds. "Fuck me NOW," she pleaded as I let my 7 inch thick cock plop out of my jeans. "Aww shit girl," is all I could say as my cock head entered her pussy slowly. She threw her head and stuck her ass out, trying to get move of me in her, but I still kept going in slowly, teasing her with my meat. I slapped her ass gently as my dick pushed all the way into the hilt, as breath of released tension escaped her cock sucking lips. She started to move back and forth on my shaft tightening her cunt muscles around my dick grunting as her tits bounced up and down in her shirt. My hand reached out to grab her hair softly as I kissed and bit her neck softly. As we picked up speed my dick sliding deeped and deeper into her cunt. Her juices were sliding down her thighs making my balls wet. Our passions intertwined and fucking harder and faster my orgasm unavoidable now and hers on the brink I grabbed onto her hips and fucked as fast as hard as I could letting go all of my sexual fustration of the past weeks into her tight little twat. She yelled and screamed in orgasm as her muscles contracted on my hard cock milking it into cumming in her warm pussy. My jizz leaked out of her pussy as our breathing slowed. |
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i stare and stare and suddenly, she realizes that i'm staring, and walks over to me. a conversation and three or four drinks later, and we're back in my room, passing around the peace pipe. i watch stephanie's every move as we sit side-by-side on my bed, observing her sexyness as closely as possible. her low-cut and way-too-tight t-shirt is nice, but the cute black mini-skirt and black leather boots seal the deal for me. somehow, our conversation lands on sex and hilariously enough, the size of my penis. that leads into her wanting to see it and since i'm not shy when i'm fucked up, i whip my cock out with very little hesitation. it's already rock hard from all the fantasizing about steph i had been doing and standing tall at its full eight inches. as steph comments on its thickness and asks to touch it, it finally hits me that my fantasizes are about to come true. staring deep into my eyes, stephanie wraps her hand around my cock and slowly starts moving it up and down. she smiles as she strokes my cock, watching my reaction to every single stroke. i lean in and kiss her neck, then whisper into her ear, telling her how badly i want her. it must be exactly what stephanie wanted to hear because a second later, she wraps her lips around my cock and starts sucking me off. with her fist wrapped around the base of my cock, she pumps the head in and out of her mouth over and over again, taking a second to spit on my cock every now and then. i can't help but moan as i watch her in amazement. after a few more minutes of licking, sucking, stroking and playing with my cock, stephanie starts to take off her top. i take the chance to lay back on my bed, taking off my pants, as she straddles me, now wearing only a sexy black thong, which comes off only a few seconds later. steph proceeds to take off my shirt and my boxers, then sit up above my crotch with her pussy resting comfortably against my cock. as stephanie leans in and kisses me passionately, she tells me she wants me inside her, and that's all i really need to her. i grab her ass and lift her up slightly, then lower her pussy down over my cock. steph's pussy feels incredibly warm wrapped around my cock and i immediately start thrusting myself upwards into her. at the same time, steph starts grinding down on me in-between bouncing up and down in my lap, as my cock slams into her pussy time and time again. as i reach over to rub stephanie's clit while she rides me, i notice just how wet she is and realize how badly i want to taste her. i grab stephanie and pull her up, then turn her away from me so that she's on top of me in a 69 position. steph giggles, excited by my idea, and gets right back to sucking my cock. as she does this, i bury my face in-between her legs and begin to worship her dripping wet pussy. i tease her clit with my tongue until she cums, at which point she tells me that she doesn't just want me inside her again, she needs it. i waste no time once again, immediately grabbing stephanie and placing her on all fours atop my bed. approaching her from behind, i quickly guide my cock back inside steph's pussy and we're making love and fucking relentlessly again in no time. stephanie pushes her ass back against me as i thrust forward, getting all eight inches of my cock nice and deep inside of her. i fuck her for what seems like forever, even though it's only about fifteen minutes, during which time she reaches her second and third orgasm. her third is the one that brings on my first and last, as her pussy basically sucks the cum right out of me. i unload with my cock burried deep inside her, and cum a little bit on her beautiful ass as i pull out. looking over her shoulder, steph gives me a sexy smile right before we both collapse onto my bed, perfectly satisfied with each other. |
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| 09:21pm 20/12/2003 | |||||
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Although they had met many times, this time was a little different. Both had found a way to escape for a few days and not be bound by the usual curfews and confines their respective primary relationships demanded of them. They met as his “other hotel” – near LAX – and although she claimed to “hate surprises,” she showed up for this one nonetheless. He had asked her to pack for two days and oddly, to be certain to wear a skirt. She complied. After a brief interlude at the hotel – they could not meet like this and not get all hot and sweaty – Heaven forbid – they exited the room, headed down to the lobby and hopped on the shuttle to the airport. Although the hour was late – around 9 PM – her curiosity was piqued and she now wondered what lie ahead. She trusted him, no doubt but, this far surpassed any of his other “little surprises” – blanketing the bed with flowers and food, transforming the hotel room into a “construction site” complete with orange cones, movable barricades and flashing warning lanterns – he was just a little nuts but, committed to having fun. That was blatantly obvious. This was different, however, and although intrigued, she remained mildly cautious. That was her nature. Let’s face it – she was not in control with the frequency she had grown so accustomed to in relationships like this. Nevertheless, she was going along for the ride anyway. As they boarded the shuttle he directed the driver to Terminal 5. As they made their way along Century, the ride only lasting a very few minutes, they quickly arrived at the terminal, grabbed their carry-on bags and stepped onto the curb. Even at this odd and late hour the terminal was bustling with people. Not like the “6 AM rush” mind you but, busy all the same. They entered the terminal and approached the American Airlines counter. There were only two other people ahead of them and within what seemed like an instant, they heard the familiar call, “Next!” and they were about to be processed. He produced two round-trip tickets in their names and much to her surprise, they were bound for Montreal. That was a surprise! With a deep grin he turned towards her just to see the reaction, the look on her face. The look was one of surprise and of excitement. At least now she knew where they were going. As to what lie ahead, however, still remained a mystery. They made their way through security and the few strange and almost devilish glances the security guards made to him as they processed his bags made her feel slightly uneasy yet still curious. “What were those looks and grins all about when they x-rayed your bag?” she queried. “My bag?” he asked. She always hated it when people made such obvious and transparent attempts to “play dumb” in the face of the obvious question. “Yes, you’re bag!” she retorted more strongly now. With a quick glance and a grin he simply said, ”They saw my toys, I guess.” And he said nothing more. He walked briskly along to their gate with her walking by his side in silence. In a matter of a few minutes time they were at the gate and boarding had just begun. Her first remark was at how empty the waiting area was, “There’s barely a soul in sight.” “I know. It’s a night flight to a city that is not a major route. I knew that when I booked it and thought it may give us room to stretch out One better, this flight is also “ferrying” back to Montreal and would have been entirely empty except for a few folks like us who are ‘stowing away.’ It’ll be fun. You’ll see. I did this once with an old girlfriend flying from Tokyo to Chicago on Christmas Day.” Upon showing their boarding pass and walking on to the plane, she quickly noticed that there was not only a skeleton crew but, that only one was even in uniform. They moved to an open “five-across” about half-way down the length of the plane and in the middle section. They had both forgotten how massive the 757s were. They stowed their bags underneath the seats in front of them, buckled in and endured the brief but familiar safety talk they had each heard so many times on their separate but frequent globe-trots. Within a matter of minutes the door was closed, flight attendants sleepily buckled themselves in and the pilot made his expected “Welcome aboard” speech and they were off. The tarmac fell quickly behind them as the plane made its way, unencumbered, towards the runway with few other planes in sight. As the plane accelerated their hands touched – something they rarely ever did in any public forum. They climbed steeply over the next few minutes during which time the flight attendant announced that this flight was a bit unique. As a result of the skeleton crew and late hour, there would be no food or beverage service. Instead, she announced, the galley would be set up with soft drinks, coffee, tea, water and an array of light snacks and that it was self-service. No one seemed to object. Once the plane leveled off at 36,000 feet, the flight attendants saw to the basic needs of the dozen or so people on board, got them piles of blankets and pillows, they dimmed the cabin lights and get themselves resettled for the five-hour night flight. Needless to say, she was starting to get the picture here and with a sly grin, she glanced his way and gave a slow and deliberate nod to indicate a, “Hmmm, now I know what you’re up to” look. He smiled back, began to raise the armrests across the row, nudged her into the middle seats and covered their laps with the blankets. They were getting a little giddy at this point and knew that they had numerous opportunities here. Who would start, was the question. The very few passengers quickly settled in with their own plan complete with mounds of blankets and pillows – a known rarity to any seasoned traveler. Their plans, however, clearly involved sleep. As each one raised the armrests in their respective rows – the only thing standing between them and a comfortable sleep – one by one they each drifted off to sleep. After about twenty or thirty minutes the only sound and movement they experienced was the sound and motion from the engines and the wind beneath the wings and fuselage of the plane. The ever-constant hiss, rumble and hum created by a plane roaring through the atmosphere at 500+ miles per hour had always aroused him. This time was no exception. After she glanced around for a brief moment to check out the surroundings, she slowly took one his hands beneath the blanket. With her other hand she gently but firmly took hold of his chin and jaw and moved his face towards her own. As her lips slowly parted. she touched her partially open mouth to his and delicately moved her tongue across his lips. Her kisses usually started this way. It made him want to devour her in one, quick bite. He responded in-kind and returned the kiss, slowly at first, but allowing her to lead. He yielded to her and she continued the kiss ever so slowly at first, rolling her tongue and lips more deeply, and then quickly, across his and allowing her tongue to dart into his mouth. The darting soon became deeper plunges into his mouth and she tightly clenched his other hand beneath the blanket. As the kisses continued he felt her take his hand and move it along the top of her thigh – first around her knee and then slowly along her thigh and eventually, just underneath her skirt. As she guided his hand under the skirt she felt her own arousal now and knew now why that Devil insisted on the skirt in the first place. The very thought of his foresight and planning only increased her arousal. She could sense the beginning of her own wetness and the slight moistness she now felt between her legs had to be dealt with in some manner. She knew too that once he caught that scent, he was “off to the races” – that was not a bad thing. She moved his hand slowly around her thigh and in the most delicious, concentric circles, she eventually closed those circles in such a way as to ensure that he landed on the inside-most, softest and most sensitive inside of her leg. He continued to yield to her and let himself be guided. Why resist? Her legs parted slightly more and she now folded his hand into itself allowing only his middle and pointer fingers to remain extended. Firmly now, she brought those “dear friends” of hers between her legs and into her groin letting him know for the first time that nothing lay between him and her wet pussy. She intentionally did not wear panties. Part of the plan? You bet. This awareness definitely set him off yet he still followed her lead. She moved his two extended fingers around the outside of her pussy, guiding him to all of the initial sweet spots that got her motor going. Her firm but gentle pressure moved him around and around and then up and down along her vulva. Her guidance eventually led him next to her clitoris where she increased the pressure slightly as well as the speed. As she rolled his fingers around her now-erect clitoris, the kisses continued and shifted from deep and intense to barely kissing at all. Intermittently, she would take his fingers and slip them inside of her. Each time she did this, she let out a barely audible moan and as her excitement grew, she would thrust him more deeply inside and quickly pulled him out again. This pattern raised her level of arousal to a point where she would give almost anything to have his cock – which she knew was hard as a rock – deep within her. As she continued, she now began to roll his wrist and arm quite deliberately forcing his fingers to roll inside of her only further heightening her experience. At this point, he now shared the lead, slightly, and added massaging her clit and vulva between thrusts to increase her pleasure. Although the whole scene and feelings that she was experiencing were utterly outrageous, she had to somehow have more -- and why not? Without a word she began to shift her weight and lay on her side across the empty seats. She gently pulled him along situating him along the back of the seat behind her in a “spooning” sort of posture. After she adjusted the blankets to ensure their privacy, she reached back and began to unbuckle his pants. As she unfastened his pants and zipper, she reached into his pants and lo and behold, as she suspected, a hard cock for the taking. With ease, she raised her skirt just to the bottom of her soft, smooth ass and rubbed her vagina with his fingers to spread the wetness around. With slow but deliberate movement, she adjusted her legs and then guided his now engorged cock into her from behind. The initial entry made her gasp ever so slightly as she moved towards stoking her own fire – and his. He continued to yield and be guided by her. Once inside her, she began to move slowly back and forth pushing him in and out of her very wet and very swollen pussy. He lay still – mostly – through this and let her movements control the moment. As her arousal increased her movement increased in equal proportion and she now needed to go one more level with all of this. Typically, she would stimulate herself during fucking until she came – while he fucked her, of course. Now, however, that would be a bit tricky. She reached again for his free hand and began to guide his fingers once again across her clitoris. As his rubbed her he felt her increase the speed and intensity and he knew that she would soon cum. Since they both knew she was a screamer, this posed a bit of a dilemma. Wouldn’t you say? Instinctively, she reached for one of the many pillows on the floor and placed it to her own mouth. Within seconds she moved his fingers faster still until she came wildly and as she did so, thrust her ass back into him in a way that forced him deeper into her. The intensity of her orgasm combined with the thrusting caused him to cum in a way that made him see stars, truly. They lay there for just a few moments and noticed another passenger meandering along the aisle heading towards the toilet. He glanced down at them for a moment only to see them “sleeping” – eyes closed, catching their breath and waiting for the next round … |
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Since their first intimate encounter they had met routinely now, although, there was nothing routine about these meetings. Both loved the sexual variety they indulged in yet, they each surely had their favorites. She quickly labeled him as “talented” in many respects especially, in the oral department, Actually, she was rather surprised, and delightfully so, that he did possess such great talent in this area – an area she was fast-growing to appreciate and fully enjoy. He wasn’t quite sure why that was. It may have been the fact that he “got lucky” the first time out and hit her G-spot which sent her through the roof or, was it that just she needed to surrender for a change and let someone, something, just take her over and consume her – if even for just a short while. When he went down on her she always surrendered herself to him in that way knowing full well that she was in good hands. Whatever world it was she entered during that time was a place he would see her drift off to – deliberately, sensuously and eventually, intensely. It was a private place to be sure – one that he never felt compelled to enter or even to inquire about. He found joy and intense arousal in being the catalyst to send her there all the while being a voyeur of sorts to witness her departure and her cumming home, as it were. That image of her, as seen from her wet, soft groin all the way to her full, wet lips – biting her bottom lip as she often did as the intensity grew -- so easily and intensely pushed him onward. She also, to his delight, enjoyed everything else equally as well. If asked, he would easily describe her as a great lover and without question, a great fuck too. Her willingness to “try anything once,” as she was known to exclaim with some frequency, were words to be counted on. She loved to fuck, she loved to suck. She also seemed to equally enjoy the times-in-between when they both just lingered, talking, stroking and fondling each other as they “caught their breath” for the next round to come. Moving from next to her to on top of her was always an easy transition for him – and for her as well when she wanted to drive. He enjoyed her fleshy form as much as he enjoyed staying just far enough away from her as he penetrated her, pulling his cock out just to the tip before thrusting it in again – usually all the way to her cervix wall. From her movement and the resonating sounds that followed, it was clear that she was enjoying it immensely as well. The only entry they had not yet tried was rear entry – he saw that coming in their very near future. Why not yet? He was sure that with the first thrust in, the intensity, the primal feel of that position would surely drive him mad and cumming wildly within seconds. Each time they had met, it always looked sort of like this – hanging out, undressing each other, taking turns initiating and driving and always lots of sucking and fucking. Her favorites? All of the above – or so it would seem. She seemed to relish the fact that the dynamic between them – one that seemed to be based oddly on trust and chemistry – gave her free reign in any number of arenas with him. Although a bit shy at first or, was it self-conscious, she allowed herself only minor hold-backs. However, it didn’t take long for her to cross that line and open. Strange, she was so open and willing when it came to talking about and engaging in any activity or topic whether it be about sex or whatever. Yet, she dressed out of the room … only after their third or fourth encounter did she break that rhythm and dresses before leaving at the foot of the over-sized king bed – now damp following their hours of play. If she only knew the pleasure he took in seeing her that way – naked, fleshy and supple – her whole body somehow transformed and reshaped from their recent fuck-fest. It never ceased to amaze him how hours of sex made the body feel and look different. More times than he could ever hope to count he walked down the streets of LA, Tokyo, Hong Kong, London and New York, wading through the crowds with the keen eye of a tiger trying to see who among them just got some. It some cases it appeared obvious, it other cases, it was a “fact” of his own creation – the result of a fantasy gone amok. Did it really matter? Not really. He saw sex wherever he would go. It was probably one of the few things that kept him going, to quote his new friend … |
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The End Another distant scream... Another shattered dream. Lost another bet... Another cigarette. The world's only getting stupider... Mother nature's crying, but no one hears her. "God" damns you America... Open eyes see right through ya. Everybody's fake... Independence burnt at the stake. Mass produced welfare... Never ending warfare. It's American to hate... Forecasting your own fate. Money is where the power's at... An open minded minority disagrees with that. Your God would be ashamed... This world is satan tamed. My life's lottery is one fucked up game... Under your masks, you all look the same. Discriminating, superficial, ignorant waste... Never gonna give your life another taste. Kill me more... I'll never be your whore. Look at me, and you will see what's real... A life your culture couldn't steal. Close them eyes... Another friend dies. Be blind... And no life is what you will find. A world of rape, murder, and beer... The outcasts are who you need to hear. Nothing lasts forever... But I, you will remember. You blew your chance... Let the chaos dance. Emptiness feels no pain... Sobriety's insane. One day I'll be gone and dead... Will you remember what I said? End world, here's my one last breath... Lets all watch America bring upon our death. God, make this nightmare end... We're alone my friend. Misinterpreted and shoved aside... Humanity has already died. Say goodbye... Time for us all to die. Lost it all... Watch me fall... You'll all see... The end of humanity. http://www.yoanowns.com/anundergroundworld |
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So strange to look at another and see so much of one’s own self staring back, at times, perhaps, almost unnerving. In some strange, maybe funny way, it reminded him of the story of Narcissus; staring into the pool at his own reflection until he became so transfixed with the image of himself that it consumed him. That probably is not a fair comparison but, the first that comes to mind. They were not consumed, but the way they bantered about, verbal jabs, blocks, crosses and counter-moves exhibited a dynamic between them that was challenging, compelling, testing yet, never mean-spirited. It was more like a dance between to creatures, equals, who were each moving about, twisting, turning and gyrating around their “opponent” in this intricate dance that served more to exercise some hidden muscle rather than for one or the other to win. Although she always saw fit to taunt him with her usual, ”You do know that I am in control, right?” If the words were spoken by nearly anyone else, it would have quickly angered him and he could be quick to anger when provoked. Instead, it aroused him, invigorated him and usually inspired him to punctuate those moments with a kiss on her full, dark and delicious lips or, to caress her soft, fleshy frame – or both. “In control? You? I guess so … if that’s what you need to believe” was the common retort – always delivered with a deep grin. This dance was so common for them and always involved their intellect, their wit and their “charm.” There was something more to it as well. It ran deeper. It appeared as though it was how they broke the ice, set up the turf, if you will, before they dove in. It was fun to watch yet clearly not designed for anyone else but them to witness or experience. There was something strangely intimate about it too. That was so apparent. He remembers the first time they met, at least met in the intimate sense, that is. After one dinner meeting to “check out the goods,” I think it’s referred to as “chemistry,” their next meeting was at his hotel suite. From the very first encounter he found her to be very attractive. Her dark hair set against much fairer skin, dark eyes and an incredibly delicious mouth easily kept his attention. Her ease at navigating through their first conversation was something to see as well. It was clear that she had been here before. Her instincts sensed his nervousness and newness to this game. Over time, she skillfully moved between testing him, and running him through the paces juxtaposed against skillfully pulling him out in a seductive, playful and teasing way making him feel so much more at ease. It was also clear from the outset that no subject was taboo here and neither wasted much time testing those waters either. So many times that first night he heard the voices in his head loudly breath a sigh of relief that he had met his match – so rare an opportunity in so long a time – smart, funny, very delicious and a willing subject to play the game. Although it took him some time to gain his footing in this very new territory, the emerging spark between them renewed his confidence and the fun and sparring began right there on that very first night. I guess that first meeting set the stage for how they would connect and relate for some time to come. As he watched her carefully, intently, that first night he also had no doubt it was the “the fire” in her, as much as the physical beauty that made him so aroused. Actually, throughout their first time together he found it so hard to focus on the conversation at hand with the distraction of his own arousal. Her coolness, her control peppered with this almost-hidden innocence and sensuality only added fuel to his fire and furthered the distraction. By night’s-end it was clear to both of them that meeting again was a given. As fate would have it, he would be traveling on business and near her in the weeks ahead. They planned a rendezvous and that was the start. They first met at his hotel suite. He had planned an elaborate and fun surprise for them – a silver tray laden with ice cream, fruit and the most sensual flowers of all, orchids. Although orchids are often seen by many as such a sensuous flower – often compared to a vagina in their physical appearance – the geek in him knew that their name actually came from the Latin Orchi – scrotum – but who was he to argue with such things? They were gorgeous no matter part of the human anatomy they resembled. They spent hours that first afternoon talking and navigating their way through learning about each other in mundane ways, fun ways and setting the stage for what was to come. Although his special surprise lay on the crisp, white linen sheets just a few steps away behind the suite’s bedroom door, it was apparent that the timing was such that waiting was the only way to travel here. That sense, coupled with her announcement that she “Hated surprises,” further delayed partaking in the pleasures of his special creation. After awhile, however, he delicately broached the subject of at least taking a peek at it – no expectations or pressure – and she acquiesced. After some seemingly innocent play-time with the fruit he knew he had to feel her full, fleshy lips. He leaned forward and initiated what slowly became a long, slow deep kiss. He kissed, nibbled and licked her lips. As she opened her mouth and took his tongue playfully and sensually into her own mouth, he felt every nerve in his body come alive in a way he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time. What was once a dormant, barely-glowing ember of passion within him had suddenly been awakened and the fire began to grow. His groin ached and he felt the blood rush there and fill him in such a satisfying way. Yet at the same time, it was almost painful. It reminded him of times long ago in places so very far away where he learned the fine art of “pleasure in pain.” Those are times one does not forget so easily. In that remembrance he indeed found pleasure. As she returned, and initiated, those deep, wet and sensuous kisses, she let out a quiet, yet distinct moan that vibrated and resonated in his mouth and all the way to his blood-filled and throbbing erection. He had to have her. From the pace and intensity of her kisses and touch, the desire was clearly mutual. As they lay on the bed the kisses continued – lips, no, whole mouths, engaged in the play began to arouse her more intently as well. He could smell her scent now. That smell from a women’s body when she is aroused is so distinct yet, so hard to describe – it filled his nostrils and consumed him. He had such a nose for this scent. Once captured by it, this delicious and indescribable scent drove him. He had to taste her. He kissed her neck, her face, her mouth in wave after wave of these passionate exchanges. What made him the craziest was her responsiveness, her sensuous assertiveness, her drive to please and be pleased – she was a willing participant and was fully engaged. As he moved his lips and hands along her body away from her neck, he slowly and delicately kissed his way along her body – first, along her full breasts and large, dark brown nipples. They, too were so responsive and so very erect. Raising her top to expose her stomach, he continued to kiss her north, south, east and west – every point of her stomach had to be kissed, licked and nibbled on. She was ticklish – not expected – he continued. The further he went down, the stronger the scent was now. He could not stop himself. Unbuckling her belt, he slowly slid his hand down into her jeans. He moved beneath her underwear and she moaned and her body writhed at his firm but soft touch. As he slid his hand further down, her stomach contracted in a welcoming way, making room for him to go further – a deep, dark welcoming tunnel of flesh and fabric with only his imagination to create what may lie at the end. As he first stroked between her soft legs, he felt that she was very wet and he gently rubbed his fingers around her labia and clitoris. Her body moved under his hand like a snake on a hot, tepid day – moving slowly, deliberately from side to side. She moved like some beautiful and ancient creature engaged in a dance long-ago forgotten yet still alive in the souls of those who came after her for generations to follow. An ancient dance created to draw men into her – into to her in a way they could not escape once they began that journey. They began to undress – shedding the only barriers that stood between them now. As her clothes came off what was revealed was a soft, sensuous body, Rubenesque in shape, fleshy in such a delicious way – such a refreshing departure from the soulless stick-figures he see in hordes each day on the streets of LA. Now naked and fully exposed, he took time to kneel back, gaze at her for a moment from head to toe and take in her sensuousness, her readiness, he had to have her. His first instinct was to taste her. At first she resisted. He could not imagine why. He could not restrain the thought in his head, “If she does not like this, I’m fucked and she’s crazy!” It was almost as of she read his thoughts, some thought that is, and she quietly indicated that after hours of driving she may not “be fresh.” He was puzzled. Obviously, she had never tasted what he had tasted and it was “not about fresh,” this was a primal act, one of submission and dominance all rolled into one for all involved. He urged her to allow him to be the judge, as it were. She complied. At first taste his whole mouth was ablaze with the consuming flavor of her. At this point she was so very wet and he easily imagined himself “drinking every last drop.” As he gently rolled his tongue and fingers around the outside of her now-swollen pussy, it seemed as though she had no regrets of her decision to let him continue. Her gentle moans gave him every indication that she was utterly enjoying this. He slowly and deliberately quickened his pace of rolling his tongue around her fleshy labia and now-erect clitoris. As he quickened his pace her moans and pelvic movements matched his increasing intensity. At one point, he slowly pushed just one, long finger inside of her as he continued to lick and suck her. This entry only heightened her intensity and he grinned, at least on the inside, that is, at knowing that he hadn’t seemed to have lost his touch. He now used his finger in a way that seemed to make her crazy – rubbing the inside of her pussy – creating pressure and a dynamic tension that he hoped would drive her mad. As he massaged the exterior he matched those movements on the inside creating a sensation for her that increased the intensity of her experience. Her moans grew a bit louder now and her body’s movements moved in synch to those sounds sending her into deep inner places of which he may never know. At the same time as he witnessed all of this, his sent his brain exploding with pleasure and it made his already-hardened cock so full of his rushing blood he heard his ears ring. After what seemed like a timeless eternity, he increased the intensity of his rubbing, stroking, sucking and licking. He now had two fingers inside of her probing for some sweet spot that if found, would surely send her off the bed towards the ceiling. Without notice or warning she began to cum in a way that came first in a quick burst and then, it was followed by an unexpected series of loud moans that filled the room in a booming and resonant way as she screamed with passion and delight. He found the spot. Her orgasm was explosive. When her moans and body movements eventually subsided she slipped into what looked like an altered state – peaceful, calm yet ready for whatever was coming next. It was one thing he would quickly come to appreciate about her. She raised her head, looked down at him and in the funniest and sexiest way said,” I had my ‘party’, it’s your turn now.” With that she rolled him on his back and delivered what was the most sensuous and amazing series of kisses imaginable. She started at his mouth, taking his lips into her mouth in a consuming and sexy way. She slowly and deliberately moved down his neck, shoulders and chest delivering these same kisses with nips and nibbles mixed wildly and unexpectedly in between. As she moved past his chest the strangest thing struck his as being so pronounced so as to almost override the rest of the experience – her hair. This long, dark crop of raven-dark hair was now gliding along his face, shoulders and chest. It was like thousand of very delicate, thin fingers touching every nerve beneath his skin as they glided effortlessly along his body. The sensation was almost overwhelming. It was a fabulous distraction and he made no apologies for it. She continued her journey along his torso until she reached his lower abdomen. Here, she playfully kissed and licked around his thighs and groin in a taunting and playful way. It only heightened his already extremely aroused state. When she finally took his cock into her mouth the first thought that came to his now-bloodless brain was “Velvet” – that’s what it felt like – that his engorged cock was wrapped in velvet. Imagine that? Strangely, she never touched his cock, not with her hands, at least. She simply took him into her mouth slowly, one inch at a time. She seemed to not only be in no hurry but, she seemed to also be enjoying this immensely. She licked his shaft and head and all the while, this hair rolled and danced across his stomach and thighs adding much fuel to the fire. At some point she looked up at him in the sexiest way and asked, ”What do you like?” “What do I like?” he queried from his stuporous state, “This! Lot’s more of this – just what you are doing.” She didn’t seem totally satisfied with his response so she asked again, “Tell me, what do you like, specifically.” His first thought, of course, was that this was no time for conversation but as the balance of blood in his brain leveled out he realized that her inquiry was both sincere and genuine. She really wanted to know what pleased him and, that she very willing to deliver. “What a concept,” was his next thought. He began to share, in some specific detail, where he was most sensitive, the intensity he loved and of course, the degree of suction that sent him wild. Without a word, she delivered. After the longest time of being engulfed in her mouth, he bent his body at the waste and reached his long arms down between her legs. She was soaked. Somewhere here he managed to reach across the bed, found a condom and asked her to stop. Quite deliberately he said, “I have to be inside you – now!” He quickly placed the condom on and this brief but quiet moment was broken by her words, “I’m driving.” No need for explanations or discussion here. Within seconds she took his cock in her hand and placed him inside her. Upon entry they both moaned in unison – her for how he completely filled her – he for the feeling and sensation he had almost forgotten. In a brief moment of nervousness he quietly proclaimed, “It’s been a long time for me – a really long time and I’m a little nervous about this. I have to be honest.” With a grin he now sees so frequently from her she made a quick and confident retort, “It’s just like riding a bike. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” And she started to ride. As they took turns driving and engaged in what was fast becoming an instant “fuck-fest” for them both, he realized that her statement was either highly predictive or, simply a confidence booster. In either case, this former “One-minute Wonder,” as he often had internally referred to himself, was fucking like a champ and was on cloud nine. At some point he ended up on top again and as he plunged deeply and rhythmically into her she began to massage her clit. First slowly and then building faster and faster until after what seemed like an instant, she came again – loudly and wildly in a way that filled the room with her sound and filled his ears, his head and then, his whole body with that resonance that rocked him. Although he didn’t cum, he stopped and laid down next to her. It some strange way it didn’t seem to matter so much whether he got off or not. The whole experience itself had rocked him in a way that still resonated through him and he suspected that the feeling would last for some time to come. Again, in that sexy, playful and devilish way she said, “Hey, I had another party. It’s your turn.” Just the very words sent peals of laughter through him first and then through her. She rolled on the bed over closer to him and they just laughed. When the laughter subsided, she set out to work again first kissing his neck, then his chest and then all the way down to his cock until it filled her mouth once more. She sucked on it for the longest time – alternating between soft and delicate to harder and more deliberately. No matter where he sent his mind the fact of the matter was he was reeling from total sensory overload and could not cum if his life depended on it. How ironic? In her now-familiar style she asked, “What can I do? We have to get you to cum, right?” Although on some level it really didn’t matter to him – the whole of the experience in and of itself was so satisfying, cumming now seemed almost anti-climatic. But, the thought of it now started to take on some appeal. “What will it take? Do you want to cum in my mouth” she queried, again in that sexy and almost devilish tone. What’s a guy to say to that, no!?! She instinctively wrapped her lips around the top of his cock once more. It was soft and she seemed to enjoy that softened shape and size in her mouth. As she gently sucked and stroked it grew quickly and filled her mouth once again. She quickly adjusted and adapted to the new size and never missed a beat. As she sucked the head and just the first few inches of the shaft he began to wrap his long fingers around the base of the shaft and started to stroke himself. This rhythmic movement excited her and they moved in unison increasing the pace. Frequently she let out these muffled moans as only one could with a mouthful of hardened cock. As he increased the speed of the strokes he felt his testicles swell and the first dribble of pre-cum left him. As it reached her tongue she let out a sound reminiscent of the sound one makes when dining at a fine restaurant and the Chef’s most special dish makes first contact with the palette. That single sound was enough to make his blood rush again and within seconds he felt the explosive rush of semen race through the shaft of his cock and into her mouth. Without hesitation she swallowed all that he delivered and continued to suck on him until the sensation was too much and he had to pull away. The next words spoken were by here, “You taste like Avocado’s.” What does one say to that? Shortly after that she announced that it was “Pumpkin Time” and that she had to depart. She dressed in the next room, returned for a kiss and said goodbye. Exhausted and still over-sensed, he lay in the bed for the longest time reflecting on what in some way, seemed like a dream he had just awakened from. He drifted off to sleep with her taste still on his lips, in his mouth and on his face. He awakened at dawn as he so often did and was overtaken by the strangest thing – the bedding, the whole room smelled like this strange, intoxicating blend of her perfume and her own scent. The two combined made for a “deadly combination” for him. Before he would allow himself to get out of bed and head for the gym, he allowed himself the pleasure of just laying there, naked, and just drinking it all in. It was a fabulous moment and reminded him that he was indeed still very much alive and kicking – in many more ways than one. |
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