One Night Stand: One Night Stand: Book One
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Doug's fingers actually touched his bulge. A fact he quickly tried to disguise by stretching his legs, but that just made his discomfort all the more noticeable.
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Lisa carried the glass with her to the refrigerator where she'd stuck a bottle of red wine twenty minutes earlier. She knew the red didn't technically need to be chilled, but a little cold air wouldn't hurt it, and it would work magic on her tits when she opened the door.
When the chill air rushed out around her, Lisa closed her eyes and sighed. Nipples, belly, pussy and thighs all tingled from the refrigerator's embrace. She opened her eyes again, reached up with her free hand to tweak one nipple, then retrieved the bottle of red.
From the flush of embarrassment on Doug's face, Lisa guessed he'd been touching himself again while she got the wine.
Lisa grabbed the corkscrew and returned to Doug, placing bottle, screw, and goblet on the table beside him.
"Oh, I forgot my own glass." She hoped her acting made the statement sound genuine. "Doug, be a dear and open that bottle for me."
She heard no movement toward the table as she returned to the cabinet. Lisa realized suddenly that despite twenty or so other planned tricks, she didn't have the patience to use them. The game had gotten her so hot and bothered that she really needed to move things forward. She just needed to choose the most exciting tease to bring Doug around. She wondered if she could make him come in his pants. Come without her ever actually touching him.
This time, Lisa spread her legs slightly as she stretched up to retrieve the wine goblet. She hoped that would let Doug glimpse the moist lips of her pussy, but she really didn't 95
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know. Perhaps she could duplicate the highlights of this performance with John and ask how much of her showed.
Doug's hand rested on his crotch again when Lisa turned around. She pretended not to notice as he jerked it away.
She came back to the table and placed the goblet beside him.
Picking up a knife, she quickly slit the plastic seal on the bottle, and traded the blade for the corkscrew.
She stood right next to Doug. Well within his reach, hoping her proximity would drive him closer to the edge. Glancing down to gauge her success, she saw his fingers touching his bulge again. Massaging himself with her standing right next to him. The sight outraged her.
Didn't he care if she saw? A man should have some self-control! She knew that she had been teasing Doug to turn him on, but he didn't know that. Touching himself like this in front of her insulted their friendship. John would never have done it. Well, he might now, but he'd earned the right by making her orgasm all night long. At best, tonight could be considered a first date. Doug shouldn't be making assumptions!
Lisa started to call the whole game off, but she quickly reconsidered. Her competitive streak remained long and strong and she did not want John to do better than her. She also refused to let him fuck that big-tittied white girl without getting at least a little satisfaction of her own.
No, Lisa had set the rules and she would live by them. She lifted the wine bottle to breast level, hoping that would raise the flaps of John's shirt enough to further titillate Doug. Then she pressed the screw against the cork and twisted.
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Something gently brushed the lips of her pussy.
Lisa almost dropped the wine bottle as she jumped back in surprise.
Doug froze with his hand extended, forefinger glistening with Lisa's own juices. His other hand fumbled with his zipper and his hard penis shot up out of the fly. His left hand immediately enfolded it, completely concealing it from Lisa's view. Then, almost unconsciously, Doug began to pump himself, his eyes fixated on the space between Lisa's legs.
Lisa's anger overwhelmed her sense of fair play. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Doug's voice croaked in reply. "Help me, Lisa." His eyes never wavered from the place where her pussy hid behind the flaps of John's shirt. Despite her anger, Lisa could not help but look at the head of his cock as it peaked over his fingers while he pumped his dick. Slick pre-cum covered the dark and swollen head.
"Just touch it," he begged. Then he gave a hard grunt and semen started spilling over his fingers and down into his lap.
Lisa watched in horrified fascination. Doug didn't shoot like John had, but there seemed to be no end to the cum bubbling forth over his hand.
"Please Lisa," he begged again. "Just kiss it."
Lisa took another involuntary step back. Suddenly, the game wasn't fun anymore. She really didn't want to taste Doug's sticky dick. She didn't want to touch him at all. Then an image of John fucking that blond bimbo filled Lisa's mind and she started to feel a different kind of anger.
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Lisa took a small step forward and knelt down in front of Doug. "I'm sorry," she lied. "I had no idea. I mean, you've told me I'm pretty, but I had no idea you were attracted to me."
Doug said nothing. He just stared down at her through reddened eyes as the cum finally stopped dribbling from his dick.
Lisa plucked at her shirt—John's shirt. "And here I am prancing around the house in this. I-I should have put on more clothes. It's just, we've been friends so long it just never occurred to me."
"What are we going to do?" Doug asked. His voice sounded hoarse with nervousness.
"Why...I...you know I've never wanted a real relationship.
Nothing that would last more than a couple of weeks."
Doug nodded again.
"But if you think you can handle a one-night stand..."
Lisa began to unbutton her shirt, slipping the fabric back off her shoulders. Her pert nipples stood straight out toward Doug as dribbles of forgotten cum began to ooze again from the end of his penis.
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Robin's swollen pussy lips moistened the white silk beneath them. John inserted an index finger on either side of 98
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the crotch of her panties and ran his fingernails against the length of her sensitive flesh. She quivered nicely in response.
John stroked her again, reaching up to the height of her lips and trailing his fingertips down near her anus.
Robin's knees began to tremble and she leaned back more heavily into the wall.
John put his mouth against Robin's pussy through the panty and ground his lips against hers.
Robin slid a couple of inches toward the floor, moaning softly with pleasure.
John moved his attention higher, gnawing at her clit through the silk fabric. Robin squirmed away from him, but the wall prevented her from really escaping. She pressed the palms of her hand flat against the wall and tried to brace herself against sliding lower. Her incredible breasts heaved above John, her nipples visibly struggling against her bra and shirt.
John slowly lowered Robin's panties, peeling them over her hips to expose clean-shaven flesh where Robin's thatch should have been. The bare flesh further exhilarated him. His dick began to thump within his pants in anticipation.
Pulling the panties down into the jeans, which still bound Robin's ankles, John licked the bald flesh until it glistened with his saliva. As he licked, John carefully inserted two fingers between Robin's outer labia and gently spread them apart to let the cool air caress the hot flesh within.
Robin groaned and slid even lower against the wall.
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silky wet and her juices ran down his fingers and onto his hand.
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ngue against her swollen knob and Robin shrieked and arched her back. She didn't come yet, but he could feel her orgasm growing within her. Her flesh and muscles were charged with anticipation and a growing sense of need and desire.
He probed deeper, while simultaneously letting his tongue loose on her clitoris. He smothered her, lapping with great force, driving her to squirm even harder.
Robin's fingers clawed at the wall as if she thought she could dig them into the plaster. Her hips heaved her pussy hard against him, and her breasts strained against the buttons of her blouse.
John began to fuck Robin with his hand, driving the fingers in and out of her. His tongue continued to press her clit as he pivoted his mouth back and forth against her. His nose dug into her bare flesh and he brought up his left hand to support her ass, holding her more firmly in place against him.
Robin squirmed ever more frantically. Her hands left the wall to grab John's head. She bucked her pussy repeatedly up against him. "Oh John, oh John, oh John..."
Robin screamed when she came—loud and piercing. John had thought Lisa a screamer, but Robin taught him differently. Lisa was just enthusiastic; Robin's voice could shatter glass.
Crying out loudly enough to bring the police, Robin completely collapsed under John's oral attack. She slid down 100
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the wall to the floor, forcing John to scramble backward, while trying not to let his tongue break contact with her pussy.
Robin continued writhing beneath him, shouting out his name. The top of her back still pressed against the wall, spine curled so that her pussy bucked up against his mouth while her breasts bounced directly above him. John longed to shift his target and pounce upon them, feeling the elusive prizes beneath his hands. He could picture himself tearing at Robin's blouse, yanking the bra down around her waist, and setting his mouth loose upon her swollen nipples.
As John prepared to act on his instinct, Robin's bucking intensified and she clamped him down against her more tightly. Somehow she had managed to get one leg free of her panties and jeans, letting her clasp her thighs tightly around his head, locking his lips in place against her pussy.
John's fingers slipped free of Robin's wet cunt, and he grabbed hold of her ass with both hands and pulled her even more fiercely into his mouth, licking and sucking hard on her bare pussy.
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Lisa watched the flow of Doug's semen subside, trying to decide if these last dribbles counted as a second orgasm. She supposed it could be considered flattering that Doug could get himself off just looking at her, but mostly this lack of self-101
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control only added to Lisa's rapidly growing contempt for her friend.
To make matters worse, this story would not make John jealous. Doug came twice just looking at me would only cause him to laugh. No, if she wanted to have something to counter Robin, Lisa needed to work with Doug some more. Maybe coming twice with the appetizers would give him some endurance for the main course.
Doug continued staring at her, cum-covered hand still holding himself. For the first time that she could remember, her old friend disconcerted her. She no longer knew what to make of him. He hadn't dated anyone as long as she had known him. Could he still be a virgin? Maybe he hadn't even seen a naked woman in the flesh before. His eyes kept shifting from her nipples to her pussy, and she noticed he started stroking himself again. She needed to reassert some control over this situation before it ran even further out of control.
"Doug, don't you think you should take off your clothes?"
Doug shook himself as if waking from a dream, then jumped suddenly to his feet. Driblets of cum splattered about him and he wiped his dripping hand on his shirt, leaving milky streaks on the cotton. His penis remained three-quarters erect, pointing out of his fly in Lisa's direction. It looked to be about average size, five or so inches at best. That didn't seem so good after feeling John's erection.
Doug yanked his t-shirt over his head, tossing it behind him on the table. His eyes immediately returned to Lisa's tits and pussy. As far as she could tell, Doug hadn't looked at her 102
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face since he had first touched her. She wondered if he saw Lisa or some fantasy blow up doll.
Popping the button on his jeans, Doug shoved them down his legs and began trying to kick them off. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He also hadn't taken the time to remove his boots, and the fabric of his pants got tangled on his feet.
The sight of Doug hopping on one foot, wet dick flapping in front of him stole the last vestiges of excitement that teasing the man had built up in Lisa. She wanted to stand up and leave the room, but Doug tripped when his foot suddenly popped free and he collapsed on top of her sitting form, naked body stretching out across the kitchen floor.
Doug's sticky left palm mauled Lisa's breast and he forced his tongue between her lips. Lisa struggled to push the slobbering bastard off of her, finally ready to end this sick game. Doug ground his new hard on between her legs, fumbling with his right hand to insert himself inside of her.
Lisa pushed Doug's mouth off of hers. "That's enough!"
Doug thrust himself forward. His dick didn't penetrate Lisa's pussy but slid up over it and through her small trimmed patch of pubic hair. He looked down at her in a sort of panic, continuing to thrust futilely at her. "What? What's wrong?"
"Wrong?" Lisa growled, tugging at the hand painfully squeezing her breast. "What isn't wrong? Get off of me!"
"Wait!" Doug pleaded, still fumbling to find her pussy. "I'm almost ready!"
"Doug!"
"Please!" he shrieked.
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Lisa grabbed hold of Doug's ass to shove him to the side, but the feel of her fingers on his cheeks evidently pushed him over the edge again.
"Yes, Lisa! Oh, yes!"
Doug let go of her breast to encircle Lisa in his arms and crush her against him. His mouth covered hers again, and more sticky wetness spread across her groin.
"Oh, Lisa!" Doug panted, mumbling the words into her cheek. "At last, Lisa, at last!"
Lisa lay there in growing disbelief while Doug fell asleep on top of her.
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John carried Robin into the bedroom and laid her out on the mattress. Her long blond hair spilled in disarray on the covers. Her breasts still heaved beneath the damned pink blouse and bra. Her sopping pussy glistened in the light from the hallway. John was really ready for his prize, but having been burned so many times, he gave into his lingering sense of caution and decided to continue to pursue an indirect route.
He kicked off his shoes and yanked off his socks. Then he dropped his pants and boxers to the floor before crawling onto the bed with Robin. She looked at him with pointed 104
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interest. Or more specifically, she stared at his dick, which stood at half-mast.
John grabbed hold of himself and held the head of his dick to Robin's lips. She pulled away from him, propping herself upon her elbows, bringing those massive breasts right next to him. John could no longer restrain himself. He rubbed his dick against Robin's silky breasts, leaving a stain of pre-cum on the fabric of her blouse. He had dreamed so often about this moment. They were so smooth and soft.
Robin jerked away from him.
"Jesus, Robin, how long do I have to wait?"
Robin scooted even further up the bed, but something in John's face stopped her. "I'm sorry, John, I ... Will you make love to me instead?"
John looked from Robin's face to her breasts to her glistening bald pussy and back to her face. The truth was that he had fantasized about f
ucking Robin almost as often as he had thought solely about her tits. He scrambled off the bed to find the wallet in the seat of his pants. He quickly extracted a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on.
The condom felt tight and restricting. It also substantially reduced the sensitivity of his penis, or so he had learned when he fucked Lisa without it. This wasn't all bad as the side effect of less feeling was vastly increased endurance—as Robin was about to discover.
John loved the way Robin stared at his dick as he crawled back on the bed in front of her. Her expression could only be described as tentative—interested with just a hint of concern or even fear. At John's best, per Lisa he was eight inches long 105
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and thick enough that Robin's small hand might not be big enough to fully encircle him. John knew that that was big, but the look on Robin's face made him feel ten times larger.
John pressed the latex covered head against her lower lips and rubbed it back and forth, feeling incredibly powerful.
Robin adjusted her position making it easier for him to enter her.
John gazed again at the breasts he wanted so badly to explore. Robin's nipples poked out beneath the fabric, but he just couldn't see them well enough. He almost asked her to open her blouse, but pride got between him and the request.
He was damned tired of abasing himself for the chance to see the holy breasts. What kind of a woman says fuck me but won't take her shirt or bra off?
With a sudden spurt of genuine anger, John thrust as deep into Robin as his cock would go. Her eyes widened with surprise and probably a little pain, but John scarcely noticed.
Her tight wet warmth focused him and he pulled back and thrust hard into her again.
Why did she keep her breasts hands off? Why couldn't he touch them? What the fuck was he doing here with Robin when it was Lisa he wanted to be fucking?
"Easy, John," Robin gasped. "You're going too fast!"