The Pussy Whispers

by Dean Jéan-Pierre

  “Make my pussy scream,” she groaned. “I need to come.” The desire in Lucille’s voice touched Dante and he kicked up his stroking into fourth gear. He had nothing left but what’s the point of having sweet pussy if you can’t give a woman what she wants.

  He dug his fingers deep into her fleshy ass and Lucille screamed in sheer agony, and for a moment Dante thought he had seriously hurt her, but in between whimpered breathes she urged him to do his worst damage. Hearing those words stiffened Dante’s semi-erect dick and every time he plunged his erection into her pussy; the sound of ass meeting dick resounded like thunder crackling through the sky. The force that he was pounding Lucille’s ass lifted her off the floor, and he inserted his hands between her legs and grabbed on to the side of her hips, and continued to pummel her.

  The sheer force of Dante’s pounding stunned Lucille. No man had ever fucked her so hard and so deep. The screams she had been dying to release forever came out in groans, tears, moans, and the ecstasy of pure unbridled passion. She held on for dear life to both knobs of the sink, but either she was too strong or was given a shoddy installation job because both knobs sprung loose and water gushed everywhere. Water was everywhere and surged upward like a water fountain. Lucille was too far gone to care and she felt her own geyser building inside of her. She wanted it to break free like a dam about to bust wide open.

  Dante summoned all his strength from hours of pumping iron at the gym and slammed his dick one last time into Lucille. Her body quivered; she couldn’t make a sound as if she had forgotten how to speak and her entire body turned into jelly. Streams of hot cum poured out of her pussy and puddles of her released passion formed around her feet. Every time Lucille thought it was over and relaxed, her body would spasm uncontrollably and she would come again. Dante’s flaccid dick slowly slipped out of her wetness as she released him from her grip. She was slightly embarrassed but then thought better of it. This is what she wanted and for once in her life, a man had given her what her body craved—to be fucked into submission.

  Her kitchen was a mess and her body felt like a tractor had run over it, but she didn’t care. Months after their encounter, Lucille would use it as a way to get off whenever she had sex with her husband. Howard couldn’t understand the change in her intensity and the way she would scream when he fucked her. He wasn’t doing anything differently, but his ego let him believe that she was enjoying his same old dick game which was passionless.

  Dante had given Lucille what she needed and he went about his life in search of his next conquest. One thing that will always remain true is that there will always be women in need of good dick. Good dick is always in fashion. It never goes out of style. He was sure she would call again, and when she did, he would dick her down the way she should be getting dicked down at home by her husband.

  7:20pm…5/4/08

  When No One is Looking

  The man watches them kiss from afar but close enough to see her lover’s hands grab her wrists and roughly push her against a tree. She looks at her lover as if to taunt him, and a look of bewilderment crosses his face as he realizes what she wants him to do to her in public. Her lover looks around, hesitant at first, but there is no one in that area of the park. It is secluded and away from the path of joggers and nature lovers. They don’t see him standing in the shadows of the willow trees, and the color of his clothes is like camouflage blending into the trees. The sunlight blinds their vision when they look in his direction and do not see him. He knows how to stand perfectly still without doing anything.

  Her lover leans into her body and she braces herself against the tree to shoulder the weight of his tall muscular frame against her tiny body. Her hands reach down and disappear momentarily into his pants and his shorts fall to the grass soon after. His buttocks are exposed and her lover reminds her of one of those football players from the NFL. He thinks to himself, anyone with an ass like that should naturally be well-endowed.

  The only sounds to be heard in the park are the rustling of the trees, the distant sounds of traffic on the other side of the park, and the occasional chirping noises of birds. Her lover’s hands appear strong as he reaches under her red uniform skirt and she closes her eyes as his hands explore her down there in her moist secret. She has done this before; she guides his hand to where her warmth lives waiting for his touch.

  The wideness of her lover’s back has her almost completely covered and he cannot see her face, but her hands are on his ass pulling him deeper into her body. Her skirt falls on top of his khaki school pants, and he can see flashes of the black panties that she is wearing as their bodies move in a slow, unhurried dance.

  He drops to his knees, hooks his fingers in the waistband of her black sheer panties and takes them off and hands it to her. Her pubic area is unshaven and stands out like a pitcher’s mound. He runs his fingers through the mass of black feathers which hides her secrets and blows the heat of his breath into its center. Her hair flutters like feathers on a bird and his tongue darts out to savor the secret passageway that has opened up for him. He inhales the moist scent of her panties and tosses them away behind her.

  She is beautiful the man thinks to himself as he keeps his eyes on her while reaching into his pants to stroke the thickness of his rising arousal. There is aura of innocent sensuality that plays on her face that is slightly obscured by her flowing reddish brown hair. Her movements are fluid, sure, like someone who has done this many times before.

  Her fingers play in her lover’s dark curly hair as she holds his face steady so she can direct him what to do. She knows what she wants. She likes to be in control. Her body goes rigid, her head tilts to the side, and she releases his face from her grasp.

  Her lover knows what will please her now and he continues to use his tongue to swim inside her wetness with deep tongue strokes that has her panting something that he cannot quite hear, but he knows she is enflamed.

  She has the look of a young woman who is in the midst of discovering her sexual self and finding the rhythms of touches that will bring her to her greatest explosion.

  The rustling of the willow trees catches her attention and in an instant, when the wind parts the falling limbs, she sees him with his pants around his ankles, his hands strangling his erection and looking at them, but staring right into her eyes as if it is the most natural thing in the world. A shiver runs through her body as another orgasm envelops her and he watches her come for the first time. Strangely, the moment emboldens her and she stares right back at him.

  He doesn’t move as if daring her to go further.

  She slowly unbuttons her white blouse to expose the youthfulness of her perfect stomach. He removes his shirt also, several rays of golden sunlight illuminate his chiseled, dark physique, and she mentally runs her hands up and down his chest. He could literally scoop her up in his arms as if she was weightless and take her deep into the woods of the park to ravish her and have his way with her. Her body reacts to what she is seeing and she wants to run to this man and give herself to him. It is insane she knows but in the midst of passion, common sense is not a luxury that most of us are blessed with.

  His dick is swollen in his hands and he wishes it were her lips suffocating his fat head instead. Her lips are soft and full like a ripe fruit that would be succulent from the first taste. Take off your bra he thinks to himself as his stares become more intense.

  Take off your bra he seems to says as his stares became more intense and gives her goose bumps all over her body. She understands what his eyes desire and marvels at the thickness of his swollen manhood as his fingers glide over its darkness. She now thinks her lover isn’t half the man as the man lurking in the woods is as he brings her to another orgasm with his slippery snake-like tongue; searching for the center of her deepest ache. He is now just a puppet, a minor player, an extra between her and the stranger lurking in the willow trees.

  The black straps of her bra fall softly against her arms and she holds it there for a moment. She wants
to tease the man lurking in the woods to make him harder and feel the ache that she is feeling. His stare sends tremors of heat cascading through her body, and she does as his eyes ask her to do. Her bra falls to the ground leaving her breasts exposed to him.

  He inhales sharply as his eyes feast for the first time in a long time on breasts that defy gravity and stands up without any assistance. Saliva wets his lips and drips unaware down his chin and unto his erection.

  She wonders what he would taste like between her lips. She is known at her high school for being experienced, but she has never been with someone as old as him or as endowed. He reminds her of one of her brother’s friends in college. The thought of making love to him intrigues her young mind and it makes her nipples hard to think of him sucking on them with his grown up lips and easing the thickness of his erection into her tight young pussy. He would probably blow his load the minute he enters me, she thinks to herself. She has a momentary flash of guilt as she looks down at the top of her lover’s head going up and down like a seesaw, but it is just that, a momentary thought.

  Her lover finally stands up pleasantly surprised that she has undressed for him. It is the first he has seen her breasts even though he has felt her up many times. His lips saturated with her moisture finds her erect nipples and she moans as he excitedly sucks on both of them while cupping her ass.

  It isn’t her lover’s lips or hands that she feels covering her breasts or nipples—it is his lips feeding on her tender sweetness. She wants him to know that she just isn’t some stupid school girl but a young woman who knows how to please a man.

  She strokes her lover’s erect penis while looking at the man in the woods. He wants it to be him she is stroking and not her lover. It takes all his will power not to step out of the shadows of the willow trees and go to her and fuck her in front of her lover. Her lover has no idea how to fuck her young pussy. He is just a boy playing grown up games and pretending to be a lover. Something tells him she would not run away and would happily oblige him the sweet fruits of her youthful garden. The power she commands is not yet fully harnessed. She deliberately steps in front of her lover to give him a full frontal view of her naked body. His erection throbs with increased intensity as she slowly traces her fingertips across her lips, then down to her neck and squeezes both of her nipples so hard that her lips part and delicious moans of sweet pleasure greets his ears. Her moans are for him and not her lover.

  With an open palm, she slides her right hand down her flat stomach, spreads her fingers open and combs her fingers through her bushy brown pubic hair. Her fingers stop at the entrance of her sweetness and his breath catches in his throat like an uncompleted thought as she inserts two fingers deep inside her moisture. She brings one finger to her lips and licks it slowly with her gaze fixed on his erection and reaches back to feed her extracted honey to her lover’s lips.

  He is too young to appreciate the delicacy that she is feeding him and he licks her finger too fast. He doesn’t savor its sweet taste. Sweet young nectar like hers is like wine; first you inhale its aroma, and then slowly taste it before letting it slide your throat.

  She reaches back with her right hand and wraps her fingers around her lover’s erection and squeezes it. She does it to let both of them know that she is in control. That this is her show. She bends slightly forward and spreads her legs as he guides his dick inside of her. Her long hair falls in front of her obscuring her face, but he can feel her eyes still on him.

  His hands grab both sides of her waist and he enters her slowly. He has wanted to fuck her from the very first day they met, but she had always resisted having sex with him—until now. There was no way he would be able to go more than twenty strokes without shooting his youthful inexperienced load into her tight pussy.

  With each stroke of his excited dick, her breasts sway forward as if reaching for the man in the willow trees. On stroke sixteen, maybe seventeen, she eases her lover’s pulsating wet erection from her pussy and falls to her knees. She wants the man to know what he is missing hiding in the trees with his dick in his hands instead of having it buried inside the warmth of her passion.

  Their bodies are turned to the side for his benefit. She easily takes the full length of his erection between her lips, closes her fingers around it and slowly feeds it to her throat. When she releases it from her lips, her tongue curls around it causing her lover to beg for mercy. He is almost at that point of no return.

  There is more she wants him to see before making both men come. The adrenaline of stimulating two men at once has her feeling a rush of power that she has never felt before. When she looks back on this moment, she will realize it was on this day that her true sexual self was awakened. The man in the woods and her lover will be a memory she can smile at and recall the wildness of her youth.

  He shakes his head and a wry smile dances across his lips and moves up to his face. Her lover is lying on the ground and she mounts him with her back towards him. He studies her back and mentally kisses every inch of her flesh. A gentle wind passes by and she shivers, or maybe it is his eyes on her that feels as if her body is on fire for his touch and his thick manhood.

  She sits straight up straddling her lover and inserts his erection inside of her. Her body moves up and down as his dick probes her tightness. He cannot satisfy her because of his inexperience so she turns around to mentally fuck the man and imagine that it is his dick delving into the tightness of her young pussy.

  He wants her to see the full length of his manhood so he momentarily releases it from his fingers and it stays buoyant and points straight at her as if to ask her a question.

  The thought of jumping into his arms and him sinking his fingers into her firm, round ass while pounding her young pussy causes a sudden release of reserved moisture.

  He sees the lust, the desire in her young eyes, and he yearns to be that young boy lying in the grass without a care in the world and enjoying nature’s sweetest fruit. He had only come for a walk, to clear his mind before going back to work and that’s when he saw them. Young love blossoming in the park in the middle of spring. He had only intended to watch for a few minutes before heading back to the office, but something about her; maybe it was the sensuality of her innocent beauty or the raw, untouched sexuality of a young girl who was not quite yet a woman that made him stay. Then she saw him in the trees, and he wanted to watch her come with the same uninterrupted passion that spring had shown when it flourished throughout the park. He had taken temporary leave of his senses and allowed his misplaced desires to overcome him. And now, all he wanted to do was come and forget everything else.

  She spins around on her lover’s erection and gives him a full frontal view of her breasts and thick brownish bush of pubic hair. Her hips gyrate slowly as she feels him swelling inside of her tightness. All he can do is lay there and let her have her way with him. He grabs hold of her waist in a futile attempt to slow down her hips, but her body and mind left him a long time ago in search of a bigger challenge. She leans back and reaches backwards with her hands to place them on his chest as he thrusts himself into her. His sudden thrust causes her body to rise like a wave and her breasts rise as they hope that they too will be pleasured. He cannot stop himself from coming.

  She removes his erection from her swollen lips, slides her pussy up his chest until her clit comes to rest on his lips and he slowly swirls his tongue around it then sucks her so hard that she screams. She uses both hands to bring his dick to her lips, flicks her tongue around his engorged head a few times then sucks it down her throat. Her fingers manipulate his shaft and for once, she has lost control as her body betrays her hunger when she comes all over his face like sunlight spraying its warm rays throughout the trees, and she swallows him in return. Their bodies are simultaneously convulsing because his tongue is still buried inside her wetness and her lips are still wrapped around his dick as she waits for him to come again.

  He watches all of this from under the willow trees and imagines that
is her lips wrapped around his dick and drinking him. He wants her to see him come so he closes his eyes and mentally fucks her until he hears her scream. His breathing becomes shallow, his hand moves faster over the full length of his erection and he comes hard. Harder than he has come in a long time. His body jerks, momentarily knocking him backwards but he regains his balance and squeezes the last drop of his come onto the grass.

  He stands there, unsure of what to do next. She is looking at him with the yearning desire he wishes he could get at home. Quietly, he recedes into the branches away from her stare to put his clothes back on.

  They do the same thing and walk away hand in hand. He steps out of the trees and walks in the opposite direction. She turns around hoping that he is looking, but he continues to walk without looking back.

  It is easier this way.

  02/08/09…4:55am

  The Man Who Didn’t Eat Pussy

  At first, it didn’t bother Rachael that Aaron didn’t want to eat her pussy. He was a fantastic lover so she didn’t push the issue even though they had been dating now for about six months. She was confident that after one lick of the sweetness between her tender lips, he would be hooked just like the others before him. Her previous lovers had always taken great pleasure in satisfying her orally, and a few of them had even claimed to having become addicted to its sweet, fruity taste. She knew that several of them might have to attend Cunnilingus Anonymous to get over their need to bury their faces between her legs every time they had sex or made love. It had gotten so bad sometimes that she swore that her pussy had developed an attitude about it only being licked and not filled. A pussy that is only being licked and not filled with the hardness of an erection can easily turn gay and forget that it’s supposed to be a straight pussy, she laughingly told an ex-lover. She enjoyed oral sex immensely, but a woman needs the feel of a concrete dick pulsating inside of her every now and then. The last thing that she wanted was a confused pussy thinking that it desired another pussy instead of a throbbing dick.