With every thrust, he could hear her moan and it was bringing him closer to climax. He absolutely loved the sound of her soft sounds as he felt himself go deeper inside her. His throbbing cock was now wrapped up in her tight pussy, feeling so good around his shaft too. He knew now that she was literally the perfect fit for him.
The door slammed downstairs, as her father came home from work. Coming in closer to her face the held each other in their arms cradling their moans between them. He could feel her breasts against his toned torso, her nipples perfectly erect and hard.
He reached down and touched her clit, making her shudder to the extent of climax. Her body rushed into a state of orgasm, and she tensed so tightly his cock exploded in her slipper wet vagina, shooting his hot load inside her.
The End.
Happy Subterfuge
Who says fantasies don't come true? Well actually, I had something that happened to me that was so too-good-to-be-true that I hadn't even actually fantasized about it before -- although I would have if I had ever thought of it.
I guess before you'll believe it, I have to tell you a little about me. I'm a constantly horny 21 year old little bisexual (only 110 pounds soaking wet), with long dark brown hair, brown eyes, average sized tits, and way, way above average libido. I don't go to clubs too often, but when I do I really enjoy myself. I love dancing and flirting.
So anyway, I went to this club where the action was pretty hot and heavy. I was scoping out the all the guests, both those with and without dongs. I kept noticing this really beautiful sexy girl sitting in a lounge area, not dancing too much. I mean she really had beautiful facial features; the few times she stood up she looked to be about 5 inches taller than I was. She had a nice feminine skirt and blouse, the skirt just below the knee, but a long sleeve blouse and stockings. Too much makeup, I thought, someone that good looking doesn't need it; and why cover up such a beautiful body, especially when it is warm outside? But what the hell, to each their own.
What really attracted me to her were her plump juicy lips, and really big blue eyes. She also had nice blond hair -- although it was so neat, it might have been a wig, I really couldn't tell for sure. Her tits were small, but I like women with small tits.
It took me a long time before I could approach her for two reasons; lots of guys were hitting on her, and lots of guys were hitting on me. Some of the guys buying me drinks and dancing with me were OK, but no one I was especially attracted to. While I like really feminine women, I like big guys with big muscles but with sensitive personalities, and none fit the bill. The object of my attention seemed to be playing hard to get with the constant stream of guys approaching her. "Maybe she likes women?" I hoped.
Well, finally there was a break in the action for both of us, so I went over and sat next to her, pretending I was wiped out from dancing -- I did have a little glow. I introduced myself as Jen -- she said her name was Pat. She had a hoarse voice, which she assured me wasn't because of illness, just because she had been talking too much over the last few days. She sold real estate, and had lots of clients looking to buy foreclosed houses, and even had been the auctioneer at a couple of bankruptcy sales recently. She said she was 23.
We seemed to really hit it off, and sat close together so we could talk over the din of the crowd and music. Very early on the conversation moved to sex. She said she liked only women -- no shock to me; I told her I liked both guys, as long as they were considerate, and girls. She put her hand on my bare knee, and penetrated my brain and psyche with stares from her gorgeous big blue eyes. They sent a shiver up my spine! Despite her excess makeup and hoarse voice, Pat was the best looking and sexiest person I had ever seen.
She could tell what effect she was having on me. She kept moving her hand further up my leg each time she touched me. He hand was so soft and feminine. Pretty soon she left her hand on my leg, and under my dress moved up to my totally wet panties. Pat laughed and asked if I had peed my pants -- she had a really nice sense of humor too. Not being known for subtly, I said "Actually you're making me so hot and horny I'm surprised I haven't already orgasmed. I'm a squirter!"
She stopped laughing and got the biggest, most devious, smile on her face I had ever seen, and started fingering me through my panties. Then words that were music to my ears: "Well I guess then you might say yes if I asked to fuck you?" she said. I kissed her lightly on her big juicy lips; then she smashed my lips with hers for a few seconds, virtually engulfing my whole mouth. Yum!
Since I might want to pick up guys at this club in the future, I thought it best we took our action elsewhere, so I invited her back to my place. I told the friends I came with I was getting a ride home, and Pat and I went to her car. After one smash mouth, inserted-tongue kiss before we got in the car, Pat said -- "No touching until we get to your place; I'm not that great a driver and really need to concentrate."
Strange -- I would have loved to finger fuck her on the way home -- but OK I thought, as horny as I am, I can wait a little longer; I'm only 5 minutes away.
When we got to my apartment, we made up for lost time. As luck would have it, my roommate was gone for the weekend, so we could fuck anywhere we wanted.
Pat had my clothes off in no time, and I really was dripping wet! Goddamn I wanted her badly, to get my tongue in her cunt, and her juicy lips sucking my cunt!
I took off her blouse and bra -- it was the tiniest little bra, an A- cup - but her tits were cute, and her skin soft. I was surprised she had big arms, not what I expected for someone who looked so feminine and with such soft skin ("she must work out" I thought). When I took her skirt off, despite trying to put my tongue through the back of her head and the delirium I was experiencing from the way she was finger fucking me, I noticed she had large spandex panties on. Even in my foggy mental state I thought that was odd, but then again she wasn't your average woman, so "what the hell?"
But it was way more than "What the Hell?" when I pulled down the front of those unique spandex panties. Out popped what had to be a 7 inch long and thick rock hard cock, obviously unnoticed only because of the tight spandex panties! I broke our French kiss and stared at the snake. Not only was it big, it was really nice looking, with a beautiful full head and symmetrical shaft.
When I looked back at Pat's face I saw a big grin as he removed his wig exposing medium length light brown hair. I must have had a really dumbfounded look on my face, because he said -- in a no longer hoarse, clearly male, voice - "I know what you're thinking; I'm not a cross dresser. When I want the best action I pretend to be a woman because from my experience bisexual women are the best lovers in the world, and that is the only way to be sure I'm getting one. And you're the most beautiful, sexy, fuckable bi I've ever snared."
He quickly pulled his unique underwear down the rest of the way, and started kissing me with even more passion, and grinding his cock against my bare cunt.
I guess I must be one of the most truly bisexual people in the world because I wanted to fuck Pat as much as a man as I did as a woman. My mind instantly moved from getting pussy to getting cock, and the thrill of the surprise turned me on even more than usual. Holy shit was I ready to fuck!
I normally like long foreplay. Not that night! I wanted that divine cock in me NOW. I was already almost ready to cum.
I broke our kiss and said "Wait one second," dashed away from his arms, retrieved a towel from the bathroom, and laid it on the couch. I lay down on it and started virtually yelling "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me NOW. Get your cock in me immediately!" Pat looked perplexed as to why I interrupted our action to get a towel. He found out!
Pat had his hog in me within seconds after I started screaming "Fuck me". Despite the fact that my cunt is really tight, I was so wet his tool slid right in; and he knew how to use it. He instantly started banging me like a drum. I don't know which of us was more excited. I draped my legs over his shoulders and he lifted up my ass. He was deeper inside me than any guy ever had been, and he was reciprocating like a piston in a
200 mph sports car.
I came within about 2 minutes, and what a gusher it was! Like I had already told Pat, I'm a squirter. Normally I'm a squirt gun. Tonight I was a super-soaker, screaming as each ounce sprayed out. He really seemed to love me coming so hard and the nectar leaking out onto the well-placed towel.
Pat continued pounding the shit out of me right through my climax, intensifying it. Despite his passion, he wasn't ready to cum yet. He thundered me through two more screaming over-the-top climaxes [I squirted so much that I was sure I was as dry as the Sahara], before he came. If creaming me could have re-hydrated me, I would have been fine he ejaculated so much cum into me.
Even after he came, he continued slow pumping for another 10 minutes until he finally became flaccid, and literally "popped" out of me. We lay there together for a half hour massaging each other's parts, giggling, and moaning.
Not the evening I expected; but the best dick fuck I've ever had.
I'll be alternating fucking pussy and fucking Pat from now on.
The End.
Who's the Boss?
I wake up because my right nipple hurts. I open my eyes and see Lucy's golden-brown pair staring back at me, those deep pools of coffee-coloured lust chaining me to her immediately. Her hand hides under my t-shirt, all the way under my bra. She squeezes my nipple again, her fingers cold against the delicate skin.
"Hey," she whispers, "Auntie Eleanor has gone to freshen up in her room, I reckon we have about fifteen minutes." Her free hand, the one not fondling my breast, fumbles with my jeans button.
"Whatever happened to Hello, how are you?" I ask.
"That's so overrated, anyway, I'm good." Her hand is about to cross the last barrier, my underpants. "And we have some unfinished business from this morning."
"Yeah, about that—" She doesn't let me finish. Her lips feel soft and wet on mine. My mind rewinds a couple of hours, to this morning after the staff meeting, when Lucy summoned me to her office, and kissed me hard against the shut door, until her phone rang. I grab her head and pull her closer. Down the hall, I hear Eleanor, my landlady and my boss's aunt, rummage in her bathroom. I fell asleep in the living room couch an hour ago, but this is not a dream. Lucy's hot mouth on mine is real, so is her hand on the skin of my breast, and her thumb on my nipple. She rolls it between her fingers now, it sends a jolt of pleasure through my veins. Then she retracts her hand and, while keeping her eyes locked on mine, pulls up my t-shirt over my breasts, exposing them to the cool air.
The fabric of my bra stretches under them, propping them up. Lucy must have pulled it down when I was still asleep. She moves her mouth down and covers my right nipple, the tortured one, with balmy saliva. I feel her teeth graze the edge. That nipple cannot be any harder, it reaches up and tugs at the surrounding dark skin. Her lips focus on the other one now, while her hand grips my breast, hard and hungry.
I tear at her shirt, I need it to come loose from her pants. I need to touch her skin, I need her nipples between my fingers. But Lucy doesn't give me any leeway, she's in charge. Her moist lips trace a path to my belly-button, her hands remain on my breasts, caressing them alternately with her fingertips and her bright red nails. I am ready for her to rip off my pants and throw them to the other side of the room.
I know Eleanor could walk in any minute, but I'm beyond caring. I only live to feel Lucy's fingers inside me now. I can't wait, and start pushing my jeans down, but Lucy shoves my hands aside, reminding me who's the boss.
Her tongue is close to the waistband of my underpants, and traces it with a burning line, her breath sizzling on my skin. Lucy lets her tongue dance over the fabric of my panties, soaking them even more. How much time has passed since I woke up? A clock tick-tocks in the distance. Is that Eleanor humming in the background?
"Aah," I moan. Through the thin material of my undies, Lucy's tongue finds my clit. She only leaves it there for a split second, but it's long enough to make me crave more. I run my fingers through her hair and dig my nails in her skull. I want to be completely naked for her. Finally, she takes off my pants, allowing me to spread my legs comfortably. With one finger she draws small circles around my clit. My panties are drenched.
"Please, take them off," I beg. She thrusts a finger in my mouth to shut me up. I lick it feverishly, like it's the last thing my tongue will ever taste. Then she sits up, stabilises her position, her fully-clothed body heavily contrasting with my bare, craving flesh. She brings the wet finger from my mouth to my nipples, causing them to stretch their dark-pink skin even more. Bang, Eleanor drops something heavy in her room.
My eyes lock with Lucy's and she knows it's now or never. Slowly, she runs a finger under the lining of my wet underpants, her touch scorches my skin, making my blood speed through my veins until my heart throbs. Then, at last, she pulls them down. I lift myself up from the couch to make it go faster. Before she buries her face between my legs, she shoots me a sly smile, one that says, I'll take care of you. I'll show you who's the boss.
The first touch of her tongue lands directly on my clit, I flinch as the unexpected heat courses through me, like an electrical circuit ready to blow. She sucks me between her warm lips, then lets her tongue venture down, I feel it inside me now, then it's out again, licking my aching lips. Suddenly, the old hallway clock strikes once, indicating it's half past the hour. The abrupt, intrusive sound almost makes me come, but Lucy draws her tongue back and gives me a second to catch my breath. The next thing I feel is a finger floating just above my raw, wanting flesh, barely touching, hovering over the rim of my pussy.
"Oh yes," I groan, "fuck me." Gradually, she lets it slide inside me. Her other hand rests just above my clit, gently pulling my skin upwards, exposing my clitoris as much as possible to the cold air around my sweaty, damp body. Her finger fucks me now, with slow deep thrusts. My pussy is on fire, wetness oozing out, onto Lucy's hand and Eleanor's couch. I shift my hips up to meet her thrusts, I want more, deeper, harder. Her tongue flicks over my clit in short sharp movements, then she pulls her finger out only to replace the one with three.
This is it, I think, as I feel my pussy stretch around them, and my clit dance under her tongue. Oh yes, this is it. The fire starts in my belly, spreading out through my veins, blistering my skin. My pussy throbs violently around her fingers and my clit aches. A hot wave, coming from inside of me, lifts me up and dips me under. The heat explodes on her fingers, drenches them. Bam, down the hall a door falls in the lock.
"Auntie Eleanor's coming," Lucy says, "quickly, get dressed." Footsteps approach. I quickly slip into my jeans and t-shirt and hide my underwear under the cushions. Just before Eleanor walks into the living room, I whisper into Lucy's ear, "You're the best boss I've ever had."
The End.
Not in a Hurry
I brushed her arm gently. She pulled away at first, not expecting the sudden touch, but she quickly relaxed and let me rub her arms softly. I was slow and methodical, using a special oil I had gotten just for this occasion. The thick smell was like a field of wild flowers. She smiled and tried to shift around, but the restraints on her wrists and ankles made it so just her middle moved, and that only a little.
I moved over her shoulders and neck gently massaging her tense muscles. Slowly I worked down her other arm and then back up to the neck of her tank top. I ran just my fingertips down the sides of her body till I got to the bottom of her skirt. It went all the way down to her knees, but I was in no hurry. She sighed as I rubbed her feet and calves. The oil mixed a bit with the thin layer of dust left on her skin from walking in flip flops.
I shook my head silently and started working up her leg again. When I reached her skirt I pushed it up an inch and started rubbing the oil in. Then I inched up just a little further. She shifted around again smiling, but I only made it up to her mid thigh before I abandoned the area. Instead I pushed up the bottom of her tank-top and began rubbing her stomach. Her thin yellow top rested a couple inches below her chest. I took a moment to watch
her well shaped breasts rise and fall on the bed. Then I gently pushed my palms into her middle and spread them out to her sides. I poured on more oil and continued my massage, bending down and kissing her lightly on the stomach. She giggled as her smile widened.
I took my oily hands and carefully traced her breasts. She shifted around again waiting for me to finally reach her more sensitive areas. I bent down and kissed her through the yellow fabric where I knew one of her nipples would be. She giggled again and shifted around. I kissed her other nipple and slowly pushed a slippery hand under her tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra so my hand cupped her bare skin. I began to slowly knead her chest as I poured oil onto her shirt. The thin material quickly became transparent showing the dark nipples against her skin. I placed my index finger directly on top of her nipple and began to slowly make circles with it as I rubbed her other breast. Every so often I would lean down and kiss one nipple or the other, but mostly I just enjoyed watching as the began to stand. I wasn't in any hurry.
I finally pulled her top up over her breasts, smiling and admiring my work. He nipples were now both fully erect. I reach down and fondle one as I kissed the other. I smiled mischievously and carefully brought it between my teeth. She gasped as I flicked my tongue across the delicate bud between my front teeth. I squeezed her other nipple between thumb and forefinger as I released her from my bite. She gasped again and began to squirm against her restraints. I let go trailing a finger down the center line of her body to where her skirt was.
I reached under her skirt to see how my efforts would be rewarded, running my hands up her soft white thighs. Her panties were already wet. I moved her skirt up so I could see the dark stain on her white panties. I pushed my head in placing a kiss on the wettest spot. My hands began to rub her in thighs, sometimes reaching out over her and grabbing her bum. My tongue began to taste her sweet juices that had spilled into her panties. I worked at it slowly trying to suck out as much as I could before pushing them aside to see her pussy. She moaned and squirmed the entire time. She was so sensitive, and so sweet. As I stared at her slit I considered just leaving her like this, letting the feeling torture her as I took a smoke. She hated waiting when we were in bed, but she always told me I wasn't patient enough out of it. I glanced up at her chest. It was moving up and down quickly as she waited for me to continue. She didn't say a word though.
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