by Radclyffe
“Oh yeah. Oh baby, yeah.”
Through half-closed lids I saw Donna raise her head to watch my face. “Are you going to come inside me now?”
I nodded, jerking my clit as best I could while she kept riding my cock. I couldn’t breathe enough to talk.
“Ooh, I’m going to come again,” Donna gasped, looking surprised. She pushed up so she was nearly sitting, her hands braced on my shoulders. I shoved my hand lower and pounded my clit while she pounded herself off on my cock.
I felt it coming from a long way off, that jangling of nerves that spreads from my clit straight into my pelvis and deep down the inside of my thighs. I waited till the last second, timing my come to hers, and then I let go of my clit and grabbed her hips and jammed her cunt down on my cock.
She was already crooning her come song when I yelled, “Here I come right inside you, baby.”
I shot for so long, my hips jerking so crazily, that Donna got one more tiny come out of it before she pushed herself off and collapsed next to me on the couch.
“Oh my God, I haven’t come like that in so long,” Donna said.
I stared at my crotch where the dick bobbed in time to my pulsing cunt. My pants were soaked with come. My arms and legs felt boneless.
“I’m wasted and I can’t go back to work looking like this.”
“Aww, we really made a mess, didn’t we,” Donna said, sounding not the least bit concerned. She kissed my neck, then took a tiny nip. I didn’t even have the strength to move away. “I brought you clean pants, sweetheart.”
I turned my head in her direction, my vision still hazy. “Yeah? You think of everything.”
She fisted my cock and gave it a little shake. “Guess so.”
I grabbed her hand, too sensitive for any more stimulation. “I’m done, baby. I can’t get it up again. I’m sorry.”
She sucked on my lower lip until I groaned, then kissed the sore spot. “You were very patient. Did you come nice?”
“Gangbusters.”
“You held out a long time so I could come again.” She kissed me, gently this time. “Thank you.”
“Hey, you made it happen,” I whispered. “So I wanted it to be great for you. I wanted it to be all about you.”
Donna shook her head. “Every once in a while, honey, we need it to be all about us.”
Like always, she was right. Which is exactly why I married her.
Slicker Than Slik
“I promise it won’t hurt, baby,” Tina said as she leaned in the doorway of the bathroom, her hips cocked and a razor dangling seductively between her fingers. It helped that she didn’t have any clothes on, but not all that much. If I could have kept my attention on her tits, round and firm and just right for squeezing, or her sleek belly and high tight ass, I would have been fine. But the little steel blades of the razor glinted and I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“I’ll suck you off when we’re done,” she coaxed.
“You better do more than that,” I muttered. I did not shave my cunt. That was a girl thing. Trim, maybe, sure. Tina liked it when I trimmed. She said it was easier to find my clit, and believe me, anything that got her hot mouth cinched around my stiff clit worked for me. She gives the best head of any femme I’ve ever met.
“And after that, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Tina showed me a tiny bit of tongue.
“If it involves you strapping it on and fucking me, forget it.” But I was grinning, too. She’d been wanting to flip me forever, and to tell you the truth, the idea had its appeal. Whenever I let her top me she got this intense look on her face, like every move was the most important thing she’d ever done. When she pushed her fingers inside me, her eyes got big like she’d just discovered the secret to the universe. And when she made me come, as much of her hand crammed into me as she could get and her thumb beating my hard-on and me yelling my head off, she’d laugh out loud as if she’d just been given the best present of her life. So let’s just say I could be persuaded. Pretty easily. But she didn’t need to know that.
“What sort of surprise?” I was still playing unconvinced.
“As soon as we finish, I’ll show you,” Tina said. “I’ve got this incredibly cool outfit for you to wear to the party.”
“Explain why that requires shaving.” I crossed my arms and pretended to resist. The fact is, anything she wants from me, she gets. And not just because of the sex, but that’s another story.
“You’ll see. Come on, Dannie, you promised I could dress you up for my birthday.”
Yeah, sure I promised, when she had her little finger tickling the inside of my asshole and her tongue making fast figure eights around the head of my clit. I’d needed to come so bad I’d have agreed to march down Market Street in a frilly apron and nothing else at that point. I sighed.
“Okay, but be careful. No nicks. And, Jesus, watch my clit.”
She perched me on the edge of the tub and lathered me up with warm water and shaving cream, and she was careful. The biggest problem was that she couldn’t shave me without touching me—stretching my lips out to get in the crevices, pressing down on my shaft to get that little cleft right at the base, and generally tugging and pushing and pulling all the parts that are hotwired right to my clit. By the time she was done washing the soap off and patting me dry, my cunt was smooth and my clit stood straight up like a fat, red thumb.
“Suck it, baby,” I whispered, looking down as she knelt on the floor between my spread legs, her face just inches from my crotch.
She smiled sweetly, pursed her lips, and sucked my clit all the way in to the root. My legs shot out straight when the tip of her tongue poked underneath the hood. I mumbled a lot of “lick, suck, oh Jesus that’s good, and please, baby, do me there” while trying not to come. Watching her suck on my clit like it was a Tootsie Pop usually makes me shoot off right away, and I was already making those girlie sounds I can’t help making when I’m about to come. She was stretching it out like plump taffy, her red lips sliding around the purple head, tugging at the crown with her teeth, and I felt the tight coiling in my cunt break loose and whisper down along my thighs. My clit went rock hard like it does just before it hops and pops.
“Ooh, I’m gonna shoot,” I whined.
My clit flew out of her mouth a second before I went off. She sat back on her heels and gazed up at me with her big brown eyes.
“Not yet.” She knows me well and made a quick grab for my hands before I could get my fingers on my clit. A couple of good jerks and I would have come in her face.
“God damn it, Tina, I need to get off.” I was growling, but I kinda liked it when she made me wait. Sometimes my stomach hurt the next morning from being clenched so tight for so long until she finally let me come.
“Let’s go in the bedroom first.” She kissed the tip of my clit and I let out a pathetic whimper. “It’s time for your outfit. Come on.”
Like I could walk. But I got up on shaky legs, my clit a hot coal in the center of my cunt, and trailed after her into the bedroom like an eager puppy. What can I say. I had a wicked hard-on and she was my salvation.
I didn’t see any clothes in the bedroom, and what I did see made me almost forget about my clit. The bed was covered with some kind of plastic sheet. Now I’m up for almost anything, especially on Tina’s birthday, but she’d never mentioned water sports before.
“Uh, babe? What’s going on?”
“Lie down on your belly,” Tina directed. “Are you warm enough?”
“Warm?” I laughed. “I’m about to incinerate. Just do me real fast before we get dressed. It won’t take long. I’m ready to pop.”
She ran her nails down between my tits, over my belly, and dipped one finger into my cunt. When she rubbed my clit, my legs almost gave out. I grabbed her wrist and tried to shove her hand inside me but she backed away quickly and pointed to the bed.
“Face down.”
Intrigued despite being slightly pissed that she wouldn’t let me come, I str
etched out on the cool smooth surface. I turned my head and watched her set out a strange assortment of objects—a stainless steel bowl, some kind of lotion, and a can of something that I didn’t recognize.
“What’s all that?”
Tina gave me a look like a little kid at Christmas, excited and pleased with herself. “Your clothes for tonight.”
Then she proceeded to open the can and pour a viscous black substance into the stainless steel bowl. She set it aside, picked up the lotion, and sat on the bed beside me. “You’ll be wearing a jock strap and a cropped sleeveless T-shirt.”
“I don’t get it.”
She squirted something cool and thick on my back and started to rub it all over me, concentrating on my shoulders and ass. The second she started touching me, my clit was twitching again.
“Latex body paint.” She slid her lubed fingers into the crack of my ass, worked them back and forth, did a quick pass over my cunt, and jerked my clit. “Stay hard for me.”
“Oh, yeah,” I grunted, humping her fingers. “It’s a stone.”
“The lotion will help the latex come off later,” she said like we were having a normal conversation rather than me about to come all over her hand. She let go of my hard-on and I cried. Real tears leaked out of my eyes.
“I wanna come. I wanna come so bad.”
“I know you do. Be good.”
My ears were buzzing so loud I couldn’t tell what she was doing until I felt her smearing something different on my ass with her fingers, drawing patterns of some kind.
“Oh that looks so cool,” Tina said. “I’m painting the jock on with the latex. It’s so sexy.”
“Can I come?” I was pretty much on a one-way track to anything-you-want-just-please-let-me-shoot by then. I didn’t care what she was putting on me or if it ever came off. She smoothed two fingers down between my legs, along the far outside edges of my cunt. I wanted her inside, fucking me, and lifted my ass so she could get to me.
“Stay still, Dannie. I want this to dry smooth. It only takes a minute.”
“Rub my clit. Make it shoot. Please, Tina baby.”
She smeared more latex over my ass, then leaned down and ran her tongue around the inside of my ear. “You can play with it while this dries, but you can’t come. I want you to shoot that big load in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, raising up enough to get my fingers around my clit. Nothing feels as good as shooting off in Tina’s mouth, and I wasn’t gonna settle for creaming in my hand when I could have that. I know how to work a hard-on without losing my load, so I just squeezed and tugged every now and then while this second skin tightened around my ass. I must have been twitching a little too much because every now and then Tina whispered for me to lie still. Just when I didn’t think I could take it any longer, she told me to roll over. As soon as I did, she knelt between my legs and latched on to my nipple with her teeth. That just about finished me, and I would have come except she grabbed my hand and yanked it off my clit.
“Fuck!” I yelled this time.
Laughing, Tina worked my tits over for a few minutes, then spread the lube over my breasts and belly and started with the latex again. This time I could watch her and I almost forgot my aching dick. She scooped handfuls of the stuff onto my tits and smoothed it in swirly circles, using one finger to outline the edges, making it look like a T-shirt that just barely covered my nipples. Then she moved down and painted the waistband of the jock just above my pubes. Or where they used to be. I eased up on my elbows so I could see her slicking her way to my crotch. The latex dried smooth and flat, and when she put a second coat on it looked like clothes you could see through, only not quite. She had everything covered but the few inches right around my clit. That was still poking out like a fat red cherry.
“You not gonna cover that, are you?”
Instead of answering, Tina ran the flat of her tongue slowly between my cunt lips, sucking up my come and dragging the slightly rough surface of her tongue over the head of my clit. Stars burst behind my eyes and my legs started doing a jittery dance on the rubber sheet.
“I’m gonna coat right up to it,” Tina whispered in between licks. “So when you’re at the party no one will see your hard-on.” She sucked me hard and fast and I started to come. “But I’ll know…”
My clit was jerking against her lips and I was making crazy crying sounds.
“…it’s right there.”
She sucked me in deep so I could finish shooting in her mouth, and then my arms gave out and I fell back in a daze. About all I could move was my tongue, which was a good thing, because Tina flipped around on the bed and straddled my face.
“Lick me off, baby,” she purred, and while I did, she kept running her fingers over the black shiny stuff covering my tits and crotch, polishing it up.
“Slick, so slick,” she crooned as I sucked and licked her sweet, hard clit. Right before she whimpered and gushed all over my face, she sighed, “Oh baby, you’re slicker than Slik.”
Popcorn, Sodas, and Sex
I scanned the skimpy half-page entertainment section, looking for something to occupy my time until I could outlast the stifling heat and maybe fall asleep—at least long enough to catch a few hours’ rest before I had to get up and look interested in the prospect of buying 500 acres of sand and scrub pine out in the middle of nowhere. Being the point “man” for a land development company wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I spent as much time in backwater counties talking to eager farmers as I did wheeling and dealing with real estate entrepreneurs in slick offices in LA or Fort Lauderdale. This was definitely one of those “up-country” excursions.
I scanned the movie listings in the nearest city, which was a forty-minute drive away on twisting roads with which I wasn’t particularly familiar. I didn’t really want to see the last episode in the Star Wars saga all that badly, especially considering it had been released on DVD a year earlier.
Then I saw something I hadn’t seen in years. An honest-to-God drive-in theater listing. I hadn’t been to one since I was in college and all I could remember was the cramped front seat of my car, stale popcorn, flat soda, and hot sweaty sex. I smiled. Not bad for a few bucks and a couple of gallons of gas. I looked at the playbill.
Seed of Chucky, Starsky and Hooch, The In-Laws…things weren’t looking so good. And then, a glimmer of hope. Bound. So what if I’d seen it more than a few times and it was a solid decade old. Some women you never tire of looking at. Jennifer Tilly as sexy Violet was one of them. I grabbed my keys and my county road map and headed out the door. The sun slanted into my eyes, a hazy yellow filtered through the dust kicked up in the unpaved parking lot by the most recent arrival. A dirty black Mercedes coupe was just pulling in next to my rental car. It wasn’t the typical vehicle for this part of the country. I squinted as the driver stepped out, and blinked hard when I saw Jennifer Tilly. Shining shoulder-length black hair, lustrous red lips, lush body, and a lazy smile that made my clit quiver as if she’d flicked it with a ruby red nail.
“Hello,” Jennifer said.
I stared, looking foolish, I’m sure.
“It’s just too hot out on the Interstate, even with the air-conditioning on in the car.”
She walked around and opened her trunk and started wrestling with an oversized suitcase. I finally got my brain to connect with the rest of my body and leapt to her side.
“Here, let me get that for you.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
She smiled at me, her eyes doing a slow crawl down my body and back up to my face. Since I hadn’t planned on running into a movie star, I was wearing shapeless navy-blue cotton shorts with no belt, a sleeveless gray T-shirt—clean but faded to the point that the lettering was indecipherable—and boat shoes without socks. Oh so very much not my suave best. She, on the other hand, somehow managed to look wrinkle-free in a sleeveless white linen blouse and charcoal slacks.
When I’d yanked the monster out of the car and onto th
e ground, trying to look as if lifting the thing hadn’t nearly given me a hernia, she held out her hand. “I’m Sheila. Sheila Tyler.”
By this time, of course, I’d figured out that she wasn’t really Jennifer Tilly. She was better. I shook her hand and told her my name.
“I don’t suppose you have any idea what there is to do around here?” Sheila asked, turning in a circle and surveying the landscape. “It’s beautiful country, but I hadn’t really planned on stopping tonight. I don’t even have a book with me.” She shook her head as if surprised. “I had this sudden urge to stop driving and I just pulled off the highway and here I am.” She blushed. “I’m not usually impulsive.”
“Well, the sign says the rooms have cable but mine doesn’t. There’s no pool, so a swim is out. The air-conditioning is, well…” I shrugged and hefted her suitcase, aware that the weight made the muscles in my arms and shoulders tighten. I caught her glance lingering on my chest and knew that the same jolt that had stiffened my clit had made my nipples tighten into small hard knots. She looked into my eyes.
“So how were you planning to spend the evening?”
“I was just about to go to the drive-in movies.”
She threw her head back and laughed, a dark-chocolate smooth and rich laugh. “You’re kidding.”
I laughed too. “Nope.”
“You’ll roast.”
“I’ll open the windows.” We headed toward the motel office. “Besides, the sun’s almost down, and it will cool off a little bit after dark.” Somehow I managed to open the door for her and not knock her over with her suitcase. “You’re welcome to join me.”
She stopped just inside the door and studied me with a tiny smile. “I’d have to change.”