by Ella Hilton
She scooted even closer to the edge to give me all of her and spread her legs wide, rocking her hips as my tongue pushed deep inside. Siobhan has what I call a pretty pussy. Her Lips well defined, the color a bright pink but yet a ruby red as her desire built, and her juices were flowing soaking my face and chin, which made me very hard, and wanting more. I eased another finger into her and turned my hand so I could rub her bump of nerves known as the g-spot to most, and as I rubbed harder she began to shake and drive up into me and was soon cumming harder than she ever had, her wetness rushing out only to be lapped up by my tongue until she said I had to stop it, it was just to intense.
I kissed my way up her stomach, lingering at her nipples when she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, licking her own wetness off my lips and face, and the sounds she made again made me aware of the hardness between my own legs, but she recovered fast and pushed me back to where I was sitting as she had moments before, kneeling between my legs she took my cock in her hand, pumping me firmly, milking precum to the tip where she lowered her tongue and flicked my head then pulling back, a tiny thread of my wetness still on her tongue and my cock, then she engulfed me, sucking me hard while pumping me till I thought I was about to cum and my cock grew thicker till I thought it would burst, then she slowed, drawing it out.
Siobhan got up and lowered herself facing me onto my cock, in total control now and that was fine my me, she eased down partially then back up, each time lowering yet more till I was in her all the way. She sat there a moment then began to rock slowly then moving up and down, the tightness of her pussy starting to clamp down on me, and I did my best not to explode right then but when she took her tits and brought her nipples up to her lips, her tongue reaching out to flick her own nipples, then taking them one at a time between her lips, sucking them, I couldn't hold in anymore and I reached forward, taking her hips in my hands as she drove up and down on me again and again till I felt myself begin to cum, it was so powerful and such volume she came with me as I emptied my hot cum deep inside her.
After we regained control over our breathing, I pulled her to me and held her close for what seemed forever. I suggested a shower to clean up and after that and a light snack we laid down to sleep in the king sized bed, me holding her close with her back to me and my arms holding her breast.
I slept like I hadn't in years and I must have been dreaming because I could hear Siobhan talking to someone and it was one of those dreams that's so real you could even feel and smell things. Siobhan wore a scent that was very light and appealing to me, but I was sensing another mixed with hers, something very erotic about it and there was soft laughter and giggles, and it felt so real I think I became hard. I awoke thinking I was having a wet dream, until I saw in the glow of the fire that was still burning in the other room and the soft light from the hall, that there was another person here, and Siobhan was no longer in my arms.
Siobhan was in the arms of someone else, and they were kissing with a passion I had never seen before, and their hands were flying over each other and it was a moment before I realized she was holding another women, kissing her, stroking her, making love with her. They both looked over and I heard Lynn say, "Morning Dominic, I got in early, sit back and enjoy", and they resumed their play.
Having a desire to be with two women or at least be present with two had been a desire of mine for as long as I could remember, but here it was, and it was beautiful to see. They knew exactly how to touch one another, where and for how long. As they moved onto the bed beside me, I turned on a table lamp and watched as their fingers and tongues explored each other. There was a softness to them that can only be seen if there, and when Lynn produced some toys she had brought, it was like I didn't know anything on giving pleasure as I watched her insert them into Siobhan, the angles and speed in which she fucked her with them, I knew I was learning something here and paid lose attention.
After Lynn had Siobhan dripping wet she lowered her tongue to her pussy and ate her as if starved, covering herself with cum, then at last Lynn moved over to me, offering me Siobhan's juices to me to lick off her lips and face, then we kissed our first kiss which lasted for days it seemed, my hands touching her face, her hair, I was in heaven. At one point Lynn fell onto my chest and screamed with pleasure, and that's when I noticed Siobhan had moved behind her and was fucking her with a vibrator while pushing a finger into her ass which must have felt good because Lynn began to shake with her whole body, biting my chest and stroking my cock so hard it almost hurt as she came again and again under the hands and tongue of Siobhan.
They got into a sixty-nine position and both began licking each other while using soft dildos at the same time and it didn't take too long till they were both screaming as the climaxed. They recovered and smiled at me which made my cock leap and they stood up on the bed as they mover over to straddle me. Siobhan held Lynn's hands as she helped her down as she squatted onto my cock and began rocking, then Lynn held Siobhan as she lowered her pussy down to my waiting tongue.
This allowed me to not only lick and push my tongue deep into her soaked pussy, I was able to lick her ass and probe it with my finger, which she seemed to like. They reached forward, touching each others breasts, pinching nipples, licking and sucking each other until I felt my climax building, first deep in my feet, then spreading up my legs, and Lynn move off my cock as it reached my balls and took me deep into her mouth. Siobhan leaned over and began pumping my shaft while Lynn was sucking the head, and as I began to cum, they each trying to get what they could, then kissed, sharing my hot cum with each other, licking me clean and each other.
They moved up on either side of me and I just held them both tight while they laid their head on my shoulder, and I tried to think what I had done to deserve this, and there was no answer, sometimes things just happen and were not supposed to know the whys, just accept it and cherish is.
The rest of the weekend was filled not only with some of the best sex I've ever had and maybe ever will, but one thing is for certain, never again will I take the internet for granted, and you just never know what a simple hello to someone far away will result in, and it can happen is a moment.
The End.
Antiqua
We hated each other with an intensity greater than most of the love I've ever experienced. I think this is why we spent so much time together, seemed to need each other so much. That burning emotion deep in my guts is something I've never experienced with another lover, until recently.
The night we fucked, I was hardly expecting it. We had gone to a show on pearl st., with leslie and mark. The music, for some reason, turned me on. The singer was a punk-ish woman, in her mid-20s maybe (a little old for me at the time), and I could hardly look at her without fantasizing of making her mine. Of putting her on her knees, fucking her until she screamed and clawed the bed under her hands and I exploded into oblivion inside her.
During the course of the show, I became completely obsessed. I had almost forgotten that I was there with anyone other than the girl on stage, looking constantly like she was ready for the microphone to come all over her pretty face. When it was time to go, and I remembered that you were there somewhere, it made me angry. I had gotten all lost in myself, in my fantasies of this woman, and now I had to put up my guard again, get ready for your usual conversational barbs and antagonism that I knew were sure to come. They did.
Ditching mark and leslie (quite literally evading them in the crowd), we trekked back to my apartment through the snow. I set a faster pace than I knew you could manage, enjoying watching you struggle to keep up. I liked that it was snowing--i felt as though I were journeying through hostile climes, bound somewhere with a warm hearth and bed for the night, and you my wench, who I knew was mine, I knew wanted me even though I had denied her sex so far.
When we got to my building, I opened the door for you (feeling generous, apparently). You passed in front of me and swung the door shut in behind you, so that I wa
lked into it, stumbled.
"fuck! Bitch."
You smiled at me over your shoulder. I unlocked the door again, and caught up with you at the elevator.
"you'll pay for that," I threatened, as the door slid shut.
"you think?" you snarled, flipping your finger at me in that half-ass, adjacent-fingers-halfway-extended bullshit way I've seen coloradans and west-coasters do. The elevator door slid shut as you punched "13" with your other hand. In answer, I grabbed you by the arm and threw you against the back wall of the elevator, generating a satisfying "thump." I grabbed your hair with my left hand, twisting your neck back. The kiss surprised me in its violence. I snaked my tongue as deep into your throat as I could get it, feeling you able to do nothing but get out of my way. I left both our lips bleeding slightly. You smirked sardonically as you glanced at the drop of blood on your finger, wiped off the inside of your upper lip.
"frustrated?"
"fuck you," came my retort.
"yeah? I have been waiting."
"then don't wait anymore. What are you waiting for?"
You just nodded ambiguously. I hated that.
We arrived on the 13th floor, and got out. My door was just across the hall from the elevator. You walked in front of me across the foyer, and waited expectantly for me to open the door. I unlocked it and tried, ineptly, to push by you. You slid by me, anticipating my move. You did always seem to. Blessedly, my roommate and his girlfriend (my best friend at the time) weren't in the apartment. Best friend or not, I couldn't stand to be around her. I started in the general direction of a glass of water, and you quickly made a coughing noise, and interrupted.
"i thought I was getting fucked."
"you're not naked yet, I can't fuck you. Figured I'd get a drink in the meantime."
"prick."
"you have to say, 'please.'"
"fuck you." frustration. God, I loved getting you riled.
"you get naked. I'm getting a drink."
You made an exasperated noise and whirled and headed for my bedroom. I got a glass from the cabinet and started to pour water. Thinking again, I got two wine glasses from over the refrigerator, and grabbed the bottle of merlot that had been sitting on the counter for a few months now. I opened it and filled the glasses, and turned and walked down the hall to my room.
I mostly succeeded in concealing my surprise in finding you naked on my bed, languidly masturbating. You barely looked up as I came in. Your cunt, red-brown hair trimmed close, was swollen and red from your masturbation, and your nipples were puckered and erect. Your slight frame and pale, chalk-white skin made you look like a doll to me, most times, though I knew you could fight. I still can't forget the shock of a surprise bloody lip from a 95-pound sparring partner. This was the first time I had seen you completely naked. Nearly no hips, though I could tell that from dancing with you. Trying to play off the surprise, I handed one of the glasses to you and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"refreshment? You must be tired."
Ignoring the bait, you took the wine and sat up against the headboard, splaying your legs lewdly. I took my shoes, socks and shirt off, then turned and sat lotus at the foot of the bed, looking you up and down as we both drank the wine. Catching me staring, you dipped two fingers into your wine and, leaning back, used them to spread the lips of your cunt wide, exposing your clit.
"want some?"
The look in your eye caught me. The anticipation. The fear. The vulnerability. I hid these same emotions from you, behind the aggression, the sarcasm. Laying back against the head of my bed, spreading your sex wide and offering yourself to me, I couldn't turn you down. It was too heartbreakingly beautiful.
Slowly, watching you watch me, I kneeled up. I slowly reached out, and placed my hands on the inside of each of your knees. You were all eyes, locked on me, wondering what was coming. I kept moving forward, and in one smooth motion, brought my face to your pussy. I had been able to smell you from three feet away, and as I brough my mouth down on your lips, the scent of you filled my head. Sharp, sweet like something both organic and metallic, it was at that moment the most sensually satisfying thing I had ever known.
You sighed out loud, from deep inside you, and brought your hands around to the back of my head, gripping my short hair and grinding your cunt into my face. I sucked your inner lips into my mouth, tugging on your clit, and nipped at them with my teeth. You squealed, and brought your legs together around my head, desperately pulling me against you harder. I quickly grabbed your wrists, and pulled your arms around your knees and down to your sides, pinning you and pulling you farther down on the bed. I began to flick my tongue up and down across your clit quickly. This was something you had mentioned liking to me in one of our conversations about sex. You were serious.
I was surprised to learn how quickly I began to take advantage of all you had told me about your sexuality. I knew that you wanted your arms pinned down. You struggled and pulled against my grip, but I had no trouble controlling you. Our strength and size were so far apart, there was no question of control. I could anticipate, too, the deep, throaty groan that rewarded me for sinking my thumb into your ass as I ate you out. That I could hold almost your entire ass in the palms of my hands, not even having to spread my fingers far, suddenly struck me as the sexiest thing I could imagine. You came, and I looked up at you, one of your hands pulling on your nipple, the other entwined in my hair, your eyes squeezed shut as you screamed.
As your orgasm tapered off, your face lit up, eyes wide.
"fuck me. I don't want to wait anymore."
The End.
A Night on the Beach
It was a hot summer evening when Robert found himself wondering where his marriage was going. He loved his wife very much yet just couldn't forget the fun he wanted to continue to experience with other women. He looked around the Galveston Beach Club that he and his buddies were partying at trying to spot someone of interest for tonight's escapade. That is when he saw her. His newest conquest on his everlasting list of one night stands.
She appeared to be about 5'3, long blonde hair that was very straight and shiny. He began to lick his lips imagining her full bosoms near his mouth. He estimated she had to be about a 36D cup and he knew exactly how full his hands would be squeezing them during the act of wild and very heated sexual victory. He watched her as she went over to the jukebox and bent over slightly to inspect the choices of music. Her hips were of a nice full width that would make grabbing them and pounding them with a full force a very satisfying feeling. He chuckled to himself thinking how he was already making love to her in his mind and didn't even know her name.
Yet did it really matter anyways, how many other liaisons had he had that the names were long forgotten in a matter of time. Robert stood up and walked over towards the jukebox and stood there smiling at her. She appeared to be younger than she looked originally. He would have guessed she was in her early thirties, which excited him because she was still very much alive and would have more of a passion for doing everything he wanted that body to do to him.
She looked up at him and smiled and when he noticed her bright blue eyes he instantly thought of a clear blue sky on a day when the sun was shining bright. He knew he had a bit of a southern gentlemen attitude and charm so he was guessing if he could flatter this lady then scoring with her shouldn't be a very hard accomplishment. He very seductively told her how beautiful her smile was and those eyes were the exact shade of the sky on a beautiful day. She being in a very distressful time in her life instantly took this attention to heart. She blushed and said thank you. When Robert noticed that, he knew he was home free if he could pull this off then he would have her by midnight.
They began speaking and he made every effort to keep a glass of her choice drink in front of her. The more she drank the more he bought. Robert found that he really did find her to be a very sweet and sincere lady. He was torn between taking advantage of her or letting it go but once
she started to touch his arm then the decision was made, plus she wasn't from here so any expectation of wanting to see him again would not be a problem.
She was from California and was out here on business with a few colleagues. She told him that she was taking this evening as a chance to unwind from weeklong seminars that she had attended. She also found herself enjoying this conversation and time with this man she found very sexy. Robert suggested they go for a walk along the beach that was right outside the club. He was thinking the faster she got away from her friends the more she would be relying on her emotions and desires. Once outside in the warm summer breeze, he took her by the hand and led her towards the shore. They both took the opportunity to take off their shoes and allow their feet to feel the grittiness of the sand and the coolness of the water.