Instead she tried to keep her focus on Kim and what it had been like to be with her. The memory of her kiss was still fresh, as well as the touch of their bodies. Even though she had never really found another woman exciting, there had been something clearly different about being with Kim. She had to admit that Kim excited her. Erin had been able to control the excitement but her touch had brought out feelings in Erin that were more powerful than anyone else had. She could still feel it.
After parking, Erin walked up the stairs to her apartment. Rather than the excitement fading, she found herself feeling more aroused as she thought about the evening. She didn't quite understand it but she quickened her pace. As she entered her apartment, she didn't bother to put away her gear the way she normally would. Erin just dropped it on the floor along with her jacket and headed into her bedroom.
Kicking off her shoes, Erin lay back on the bed. She stared up at the ceiling and thought a little more about the evening. Kim said some things that Erin had never heard before. Being someone's dream woman was a new experience. From anyone else, it might have seemed insincere, but with Kim it has been clearly from the heart. Even being called beautiful was different. Erin tried to think back. Had any of her boyfriends called her beautiful? She couldn't think of one. The best that she could come up with was pretty. And the tone of Kim's voice when she said it had been full of feeling.
It was more than the words. It was the physical aspect that now was staying with her. They had been close for so much of the evening that Erin could still smell Kim all around her. Beyond that, there was something about the way Kim looked at her. It gave truth to the words. It made her feel beautiful and desirable. When Kim looked at her, Erin was the center of her world and nothing else existed. It provoked a powerful feeling in return from Erin.
Lying on the bed, Erin's mind drifted to their kisses and how different they were from any others that she had experienced. It wasn't the difference in softness. Somehow Erin expected that. As Erin tried to identify what it was, she idly touched one hand to her breast and began a slow touching, light and without thought. As she did that, Erin suddenly recognized what it was. All the guys that she had gone out with would always take the initiative. They pushed the kiss along to the next level. In fact, her taking the lead seemed to sometimes irritate them. So Erin learned to just go along with it. With Kim it was the exact opposite. Even though Kim had initiated some of the kisses, she held back and waited for Erin to take the next step. She let Erin be the aggressor in the kisses. It was different but it was also exciting. Erin felt more like herself in that role. She was rarely passive with anything in her life that it had never seemed natural, and yet that was what was expected.
Her fingers were now brushing over her nipple. She could feel it hardening under her clothes. It wasn't just the touch that was exciting Erin. Her memory of Kim's kisses, and how she looked at Erin, those were both combining with the touching into something bigger. She grasped her nipple through the clothes and tugged a little on it. A little hiss escaped from between her lips. It felt very good. All of the emotion of the evening had built up. Finally Erin was able to let a little of it go.
She reached up with her other hand and popped the button holding her jeans closed. Erin felt a little wanton as she slid her hand down underneath. As her hand went deeper, she could feel the zipper spread and open. Her fingertips touched first her belly and then the top of her mound.
The image of Kim's face was clear in Erin's mind. Her gorgeous face and clear sapphire eyes were focused on Erin. The picture had that same look of adoration that Kim had shown all night.
Erin's fingertips stretched a little more. The end of her middle finger could just barely reach the top of her slit. She teased herself for a few moments, brushing her finger back and forth. As she did so, another memory came to her. It was of Kim touching her thigh. It had never gone far enough to be truly sexual, but now the memory combined with her caresses were definitely exciting her.
Erin pushed her hand down harder. Her jeans worked themselves downward so that she had better access. Running up and down her slit, Erin could feel her wetness through her panties. Her clit pressed upwards, a small bump that she made sure to caress. Her mouth opened so that she could breathe faster. Her other hand was moving back and forth between nipples, pulling one then the other. In her mind, her fingers were becoming Kim's. Although she could still smell Kim, Erin was becoming aware that the smell of her own pussy was starting to fill the air around her.
With the quickening pace of her hand between her legs, Erin's jeans were sliding further and further down until she was able to run her hand all over her pussy. Now she was pushing her panties aside, trying to plunge her middle finger inside of her. Her movements were getting more and more desperate.
As she succeeded in sliding an entire finger up her pussy, she felt the rest of her hand pressing up against it. Her thumb slid up so that it pressed against her clit. Erin began to rock her hand back and forth, withdrawing her finger while pressing down on her clit and then back. Her excitement was quickly building. The evening had been one of low level excitement and even frustration. Now Erin was finally getting some relief.
The imagined picture of Kim was still the clearest thing to Erin. Not just her face now, but her entire body. Erin felt like she was seeing through different eyes, the way a man would. Beyond Kim's beauty, Erin was picturing how Kim would feel; and how she would respond to Erin's touch.
For the first time, Erin imagined taking Kim's nipples into her mouth and teasing them.
That was it. Erin felt the wave of excitement peak as her orgasm took her by surprise. Keeping that mental image, Erin's finger plunged in and out as her hips bucked up to meet it. She pulled on her nipple harder than before, rolling it between her fingers. When she moaned, it was Kim's name that she moaned. She pictured Kim's body being next to and under her own. How would it feel to have the beautiful smooth skin there? All that energy!
The wave of excitement crested for a moment. A barely conscious thought passed through Erin's mind that it was done. But then thought of having Kim under her with Kim's arms around her neck as they deeply kissed, combined with her continued thrusts deep into her pussy started her off again.
It lasted longer this time. Erin's body thrashed around on the bed as she felt the spasms rip through her. With each spasm, her hand pressed hard up inside her. She let out a scream as it reached its highest point. Then Erin felt it slowly ebb. Even the ebbing was an unbelievably good feeling. As her hands slowed, each thrust remained deep and satisfying. Her nipple play became gentle again.
As the orgasm faded completely away, Erin finally stopped sliding her finger in and out of herself. Pulling her finger out, she brought it up to her mouth. She almost never tasted herself. Now she did. As she flicked her tongue up and down to catch her juices, she wondered how Kim might taste.
When she was done, Erin got up and kicked off her pants. Quickly getting ready for bed, she pulled on her panties and kept wearing her shirt. She liked the idea having the smell of Kim close to her. In the afterglow of her orgasm, Erin drifted off to pleasant dreams without any difficulty.
The End.
Wee Wee All The Way Home
Lately, carpool was Hilda Humper's favorite part of the day. For one reason, it was because she carpooled with all men. For another reason, it was because these men all "enjoyed" Hilda in very special and intimate ways that made their rides home more interesting and pleasurable. It almost made her glad that her car was in the shop for the week getting major tune-up and repair done to the engine. Since Hilda was carpooling with four men, all fellow faculty members, she was always situated in the back seat between two of them, so that they could have easy access to her buxom bosom and voluptuous body. The car was spacious and made their drivealong activities more comfortable. The men took turns driving every day and chose the longest routes to reach their destinations that were humanly possible. Today Hilda had just completed a grueling class
teaching schedule and made her way to the school parking lot. She saw that the rest of the carpoolers had already gotten into the vehicle and were anxious to get going, and Hilda also knew that "coming" had a lot to do with their going too. Joe, the high school shop teacher, was begrudgingly driving today. Mike, who was one of the guidance counselors for troubled youth, was situated in the front passenger seat. John, who was the head maintenance man, and the always horny Doug, were sitting on the far sides of the back seat because it was their "turn" and they were waiting for their favorite tawdry teacher to get in the vehicle.
"Hi, Hilda," each of the men happily greeted her in turn as she opened the car door and slid into the back seat between the two that now sported wide grins.
"Hey, boys," Hilda said to her Taft And Adams frequent faculty fucks as she parked her plump round ass in the space right between them. "I hope we are taking the really long way home today, Joey, cause I had a stressful day in the classroom and I need to get me some fucking wee wee right fucking now."
The guys in the back seat grinned like sharks.
"Well, if you want some wee wee, Hilda, we've got some wee wee right here for you," the stocky John said smiling.
Hilda turned to look, and sure enough, he was right. Both he and Doug, who was one of the health teachers, were sporting very full erections, both of which were jutting from the mouths of their unzipped flies. Hilda giggled excitedly like a naughty cheerleader in heat as she took in the extremely large penises on either side of her.
"Oh, boys," Hilda crooned with a silly grin. "You guys sure know what a lady needs. How about I reach out and touch someone?"
With this, Hilda took a cock in each hand and began to stroke them very slowly. It was so enjoyable to her that she felt herself growing quite wet. John and Doug both moaned their approval and Joe started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Hilda stroking some wee wees was hardly anything that surprised him. Yesterday she had pleasured his in myriad ways.
"You boys like that shit? Does that fucking shit feel good to your pee pee poles?" Hilda asked as she squeezed both their members and stroked faster. "I'd like something a whole lot right now for myself."
She knew that one of the two cocks would be her first volunteer and that she would surely enjoy it. It would be a bouncy, tingly good time for her and the first man whose lap Hilda decided to have a seat in. Miss Humper was so fucking horny.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" Hilda squealed excitedly as she still yanked John and Doug's cocks, getting them stimulated and ready for what she had planned for the lengthy ride home. "Mmmmmmmmm. I love big, long members. Gosh, your wee wees are both so fucking hard."
As Hilda Humper hornily jerked the men for a couple more minutes she was anxiously moving about in the seat. Hilda's enormous breasts jutted out, the fabric of her tight blouse hugging her massive mammaries. Her titties bobbed up and down as she dished out the hand jobs. But she knew that she needed more than just a wee wee in her hands. Miss Humper, as usual, wanted to feel a hard wee wee in her tight little cunny. Hilda wanted the usual jovial fucking frivolity of sliding her pretty round bottom up and down on the hard flesh of a stiff length, taking in every straight and protracted inch of pleasurable erectness.
"I need to get a wee wee in my cunny right the fuck now," Hilda declared, smiling as she pulled down the straps of her blouse until her two gigantic boobs dangled heavily into view, their triple J cup size astounding the guys in the car, regardless of the many, many times they had seen and enjoyed her orbs before. "Can I come sit on somebody's lappy and get something straight between us? I also need a man who knows how to give some pleasurable treatment to my big ol' mammies. My fucking girls need to get the stress worked out of them."
Hilda had used the joke about "something straight between us" a hundred times at least, but she still laughed like a horny schoolgirl cheerleader every time she uttered it, which was generally right before penetration.
"I can put something real big and straight between us, baby," Doug said, his hands reaching to touch Hilda's gorgeous oversized jugs that now bobbed ever so slightly on her chest. "Why don't you sit down in papa's lap, sugar? I know for a fact that you don't have any panties on under that little skirt."
"So what else is fucking new?" Hilda retorted, laughing as Doug pulled her up and into his lap, his hands grabbing her around her slim waist and sliding her next to the johnson that jutted from his groin area like a joystick on a video game console.
Doug felt the car jerk to a halt as the driver reached a stop sign. It was the same time that Doug pulled up Hilda's skirt and saw the blonde-haired patch near her sweet little pussy. Her blonde hair, the hair on her head, hung in his face. It was golden and beautiful to behold. It was almost as beautiful as the hot pussy that his fingers brushed past as he raised her skirt. Hilda lifted her round ass and slowly gripped his penis as she slid down onto it, cooing as it slipped snugly into her open labia.
"Oooooo. That feels good, Doug," Hilda cooed, kissing Doug on the cheek and smiling as one of his hands gripped her waist and the other, one of her now swinging titan titties.
Hilda grabbed the handle that was situated near the ceiling and directly above the right passenger door. She always called it her "Oh, shit!" handle because it was the handle she grabbed for when someone made too fast of a stop or took a turn too quickly. In this case Hilda always used the handle to pull herself up when she was wildly slipping and sliding up and down on a man's hard-on. She would pull her weight up from his penis by using the handle and then let go to slide back down, allowing the prick to push inside her to the absolute hilt. It was a pleasurable arrangement and did not put all the work on the guy, who otherwise would have to jerk her up and down as Hilda straddled his prick. In that way both Hilda and her fuck partner contributed to making the wee wee ride as fun as possible.
"Shit, Hilda," Doug said, kneading her basketball breasts as he thrust up into her lubricious honeypot. "You are so fucking tight."
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Hilda cried out wildly as, gripping the handle above the door, she rapidly rose and fell on Doug's large rod, bouncing pleasurably on his lap. "Oh, darling, your wee wee feels so fucking good inside me. Your wee wee is so very hard and long."
Doug, who was grunting and letting out forceful moans of effort, had both of his hands at Miss Humper's waist, making her bounce and slip on his large penis. Hilda's pussy was getting wetter and wetter, making the ride a smoother and more lubricated and slippery one for the both of them. It felt so good to Doug and he too cried out as her inner muscles gripped and squeezed his big erection, milking and stoking it to a fevered pitch of pleasurable tingling ecstasy. Their breathing was heavy and fast and the other men in the car gave each other knowing glances, each of them aware of how good it felt to be with Hilda and of the wild things that she could do with her pussy. John watched her cry and moan from the place where he was seated beside the furiously copulating pair, whose channel of sensation surged from where they were locked at the pelvis. Doug thrust up forcefully at the same time that Hilda slid back down and drove his cock up into her full hilt. Hilda screeched and cooed and cried with the force of their topsy turvy bouncy humping in an outburst that was all mixed up. The driver turned slowly onto a back road that would extend their journey for many extra and superfluous miles of top notch fucking.
"Oh, wee wee, wee wee!" Hilda begged, forgetting the "Oh, shit!" handle and placing her hands firmly on Doug's broad shoulders that were moving up and down with the rhythm of their thrusting. "Give me that motherfucking wee wee so fucking hard!"
And Doug surely did. He wheezed and grunted as he began to cause her to jump on his lap. Hilda looked like she was on a wild bucking bronco, trying to stay athwart it and win the prize. As Doug dicked her harder and faster, he watched with enjoyment as the buxom blonde's giant titties bounded up and down like fleshy basketballs. Doug's hands left Hilda's slim waist and went to her enormous boobs. His fingers kneaded and squeezed her ridiculously large assets as she steadily r
ode his largest asset. Doug played with her big and bouncy breasts as he fucked her so hard that her head almost smacked against the roof of the vehicle, which was a few inches above them.
"Oh, Hilda, baby doll," Doug managed to say in between his ragged labored breathing. "That feels so good."
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me!" Hilda squealed in sync to the big peter that slipped in and out of her tingling cunny. "Feels.....so.....like.....heaven!"
Hilda's voice trailed off as the waves of heated sensation and bliss gripped her, making her ride on his pee wee all that much faster. They both were nearing the brink where they would go from simple pleasure and topple into a free fall of sheer explosive orgasmic paradise. As the car hugged the turns, Hilda's sweet, luscious honeypot hugged and worked Doug's manhood, pushing him and her ever closer to the edge, to the cliff of orgasmic abandon that they would soon leap mindlessly from into the velvet arms of coital release. They were close to orgasm and they soon reached it, toppling into an overpowering plethora of carnal pleasures and sensations. Hilda bucked and cried and screamed while Doug still groaned and moaned his uninhibited satisfaction as he blasted upward into her canal.
"Oh, sweet motherfucking baby!" Hilda Humper squealed as the powerful repercussions of their coitus made her shake and quiver with sexual delight. "That....feels....so..........fucking.........goooooood!"
Doug had an equally enjoyable climax. He grabbed her at the waist again for support as he continued to ejaculate upward into her wet cunny, spurting and squirting his jizz in thick, solid bursts of powerful release. Doug thrust up into her several more times as he emptied all of his pent-up reserve that a full work week had exacerbated, feeling all of the stress leave him through the thick tube of his penis and plant its seed far and deep inside this beautiful woman's fertile garden.
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