Rachell sat up, proudly arching her chest forward. She looked up into Lars’s eyes devilishly as she twisted her nipple loop. She touched his cheek and ran her black fingernails down his chin to his chest. She pushed him back against the wall as she stood up and ripped open his shirt. Then she grabbed his leather-covered crotch. She licked his neck and bit hard on his ear and whispered, “Hold on, this may get a little rough.”
Instantly he was at attention, in all areas. The sweat on her breasts made a slippery mix on his pounding chest. She still grasped him through his pants. She looked down and smiled when she pulled the pants away from his stomach and saw the glistening tip of his cock. She focused on the toy she wanted to play with. She bit his nipple piercing and rubbed her breasts against his abdomen. He yelled out as she released the piercing. She wrapped her legs around his calf and rubbed her hot wetness up and down the fabric. She fumbled with the buttons on his pants then pulled them open and rested her head against the swollen front of his underwear. Her cheek felt the wetness of his desire through the fabric. Her teeth tugged at the waistband of his boxers as she slid his pants to his knees. He fell back against the wall. She reached up the leg of his boxers to fondle his balls. Then she pulled his underwear down and saw her prize. Like a kid with a box of crackerjacks this one had a toy inside. He had a Prince Albert piercing on his penis.
She giggled and looked up at Lars, his eyes straining to stay open as he watched her mold her breasts around his cock. He held onto the wall to keep his balance as he watched himself disappear into her mouth. Her fingernails dragged against the vein along the base of his hardened member. He was average sized, but the piercing drove her crazy her tongue played with it.
Lars moaned loudly as she pulled hard on him. Again, she yanked on him as if trying to pull his cock off. She moaned loudly, but Lars seemed oblivious because of the attention he was getting. Rachell reached up and pinched his balls hard.
“Ouch! What the hell did you do that for?” Lars yelled.
“Mime Maught” she mumbled.
“Huh?”
Rachell pulled back and he moved with her. It seems that in the vigorousness of passion, she got her tongue piercing caught in his Prince Albert and all the jerking made it worse. She tried tugging again but there was a sharp twinge from her piercing poking him. “Ahhhh! Quit that! It’s hurting.”
“Mell mhat mam mi mupposed mo mdo?”
Suddenly, there was a banging at the door. Seems the police had been called about the noise and kids vandalizing the neighbors. When they broke the lock and opened the door they stopped, stunned and bewildered. Rachell knelt there naked with her tongue out, Lars’s penis partially in her mouth. And Lars sat on the toilet with a pair of tweezers and a flashlight he’d found in the drawer, trying to unhook them.
Doctors finally got them separated at the hospital.
Rachell got the notoriety she’d always wanted. She was now known as “Dental Dawn” at school. And in fact, a well-established porn studio bought the movie rights and she paid for her first semester with the royalties.
Lars finished school and never went out with Rachell again. He had his piercings removed and is now happily married to an Amish woman in Massachusetts.
The Quickie
Dale—“Hi.”
Pamela—“Hi.”
Dale—“Alone?”
Pamela—“Yes.”
Dale—“Thirsty?”
Pamela—“Horny!”
Dale—“Cooool!”
Pamela—“Hot!”
Dale—“When?”
Pamela—“Now!”
Dale—“Men’s?”
Pamela—“Ladies.”
Dale—“Nervous?”
Pamela—zzzzzziiiipppppp
Dale—“WOW!”
Pamela—“You?”
Dale—zzzziiiiippppp
Pamela—“Impressive.”
Dale—grunt
Pamela—moan
Dale—grunt
Pamela—moan
Dale—grunt
Pamela—moan
Dale—“Ahhhhhhhhh.”
Pamela—“Mmmmmmm.”
Dale—zip
Pamela—zzzziiiippppp
Dale—“Thanks.”
Pamela—“Bye.”
The Blind Date
The moon was glowing brightly in the starry sky and they danced slowly on the balcony with the sound of crashing waves echoing down the beach and soft music from the stereo setting the mood. The chilled bottle of wine was almost gone, and the room service dinner had gotten cold as they just talked and nibbled, not wanting to miss anything. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, this might be it.
Stan was an average kind of guy. He worked in the computer industry and was reasonably well off financially. But, to be blunt, he was average height, had an average build and average looks. Kelly was a little taller than Stan, with dark hair and long features that made her look slender. This meeting was a blind date. Some friends of Stan’s from work had met Kelly at a company function and hit it off.
The warmth from the wine made her feel relaxed and loose, almost uninhibited. The ocean breeze smelt wonderful and she breathed it in deeply. As it swept over her, the coolness made her nipples sensitive and perky and she moaned softly. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, oblivious to everything around her but Stan. Her long fingernails dragged up and down her legs, moving her skirt up her thighs. She parted her legs a little so she could feel the breeze rush against every part of her body.
She knew Stan was watching and it made her feel more alive and more aroused than usual. Kelly moved down a little and raised a leg up over the arm of the lounge chair and moved her skirt higher. She slipped a long finger into her mouth, wetting it, then moved it between her legs and rubbed the red silk fabric of her underwear. Stan sat a little dumbfounded but extremely aroused by what he was seeing. His bulging pants made it apparent the effect she had on him.
The wine had also relaxed him. He sat in front of her and watched intently as Kelly moved her underwear to the side and he could see the dark pubic hair shimmering with wetness. Her fingers moved slowly but knowingly along her hips and back between her legs. The red nail polish accentuated the vision as he saw her finger disappear between her labia and peeking back out at the base of her pussy. She moaned as she slid a finger all the way into herself and pulled it back out. She sucked on it then putting it back inside as if to taste the wine from the bounty between her thighs.
Her other hand moved up and cupped her breast, pushing it upwards, holding it tightly. Kelly’s thumb rubbed her erect nipple as she deepened the probing of her pussy with her finger.
“Mmmmmmmm. Do you like this Stan?”
“More than you know,” he replied, keeping his hand from pressing down on his bulge.
Kelly moved both hands between her legs spreading them apart and opened her lips wide showing Stan her beauty. The shimmering light made her wetness glisten and the pink inside looked pure and tasty, making Stan almost drool to look at her. The fragrance in the air was like a drug, making him crave more. She massaged her protruding clit, driving herself nuts, but knowing exactly what she was doing. She slid another finger inside her opening and continued to massage her clitoris with the other one. Stan was transfixed and wanted to help her.
“Stan, can you come over here?” Kelly whispered.
He stood up, adjusted his pants, and went to kneel in front of her.
“Did you like watching me play with my pussy?” she asked.
“Oh yeah. It’s beautiful.” Stan gulped.
“Would you like to eat my pussy?” she smiled, asking another question. All the while she stroked her clit deeper and faster feeling the swell of her desires growing as each moment passed. Stan reached up to unbutton her blouse and nuzzled into her chest. He kissed the cleavage between her breasts and moved his hands in between her thighs. Kelly moved her hands behind her head and moaned, “Make me cum Stan. Help
me cum.”
Stan slid his finger into her soft, hot wetness feeling the lubricants flowing. The heat was scorching but her moist, soft inner walls felt made Stan want to explore deeper. Pulling his finger upwards, he felt a small, smooth spot deep within her. As he rubbed it, he sucked her nipples hard through her bra and moaned, aroused. She reacted to his probing like he’d pushed the gas pedal on a car, making the motor race. Kelly gasped for air. He moved to grasp her ass in his hands and slid his thumbs into her pussy. He opened the lips wide, exposing her clit, and nuzzled into her pubic hair, groaning, “this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
He moved his tongue along the inside of her pussy. Kelly moaned deeply and wantonly as he focused his attentions on her clit. Here she was on a balcony, in a lounge chair with a man eating her out, no hiding. And her moans were getting louder and more powerful as he bit down gently on her clit and hummed, sending vibrations through her body.
“God, I want to fuck you so bad!” he growled as she squirmed in the chair. The words cut through her like a knife. Over and over he pulled down on his thumb stretching her pussy and nuzzled on her clit. Kelly caressed her nipples and pulled them, not wanting to be left unfulfilled. Her head fell back and her eyes closed tight as he buried his thumb into her slippery opening and sucked hard on her clit. She felt as if she were falling when the release of her orgasm swept her away. She gasped for air and grabbed his head, pressing it harder into her, not wanting the feeling to fade inside of her. Her juices flowed heavily and she was so fully spent Stan could have knocked her over with a feather.
Her mouth opened wide and she shivered, the small jerks were leftovers from the release of tension. “Damn, I needed that!” she said smiling.
She reached out to touch his stomach and undo his pants. She sighed from the feelings were growing in her once again. Stan was embarrassed about the small wet spot on his underwear from the excitement he felt. Kelly moved him in front of her and stopped her playing to pull his underwear down his muscular legs. She moved her hands back up to grasp his butt in her hands and rested her cheek against his hardness. She moved closer, removed her blouse and undid her front snap on her bra, releasing her full breasts. She moved her arms together and pressed his hardness between her breasts like a tunnel. As she rubbed his cock up and down with her breasts she would lick the tip of his penis whenever it peeked out. His penis pulsed in time to his heartbeat.
“You want me to suck your dick?” she whispered nastily.
“More than anything!” he groaned, watching her take all of him into her mouth pausing only to suck the head a little. She kept taking him in and out, letting her tongue drag against the vein on the bottom. She could taste the growing pressure at the tip as she let him out for a minute to catch her breath.
“Oh, my, this is soooooooooo, uhhhh, fuckin’ incredible.” As he spoke she sucked in until his penis touched the back of her throat. Stan’s eyelids fluttered and he closed them.
“Mmmmmm, you taste good! I’m not sure I want to let you go.”
She moaned again and the vibrations went through his penis and made his legs weaken.
Kelly stood up and walked in front of him, grasping his penis in her hand like a handle. He hobbled behind her with his pants around his ankles, trying not to trip.
“Lay down. I want to be on top. This is something I’ve dreamt about and I want you to make my dream come true.” Kelly knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted control. She reached down, bending over in front of him, sliding her soaked underwear off and grabbed his pants. She pulled the belt out of the loops and grinned wickedly. “Uh oh, what’s that for?” Stan asked scared.
“Relax.” Kelly whispered as she wrapped the belt around his wrists and through the top of the brass headboard. She lowered her head, caressing his skin with her hair. She moved her breasts to his mouth and he nibbled on her nipples, straining to free his hands. This was her wish, to have total control. “Do you want me?” she whispered in his ear as she licked his earlobe.
“I can’t handle any more. I’m about to explode. Please, please.”
Smiling, she sat up and straddled him. “I want you to see this,” she said as she held his penis in her hand. Teasingly she moved it along her wet opening letting only the tip slip in.
“Oh, this is incredible. Please, let me feel you.” As Stan watched, Kelly lowered herself down. He watched his hardness slowly inch into her, saw the skin pull tight as he penetrated deeper and deeper. She threw her head back and screamed, “This feels fuckin’ great!” Her labia rested moistly against him, and she rocked back and forth as if stretching the tight muscles wrapped around him.
She leaned forward and kissed his mouth, darting her tongue in rhythm with her strokes on him, in and out. Everything about her was overwhelming. His eyes teared as she dug her nails into his chest and hurriedly fucked him. The belt around his wrists burned and bruised the skin as he fought the desire to touch her. It was slow torture as she kissed and licked his neck and ears, biting his lip. Her wet pussy caressed him and the moist heat trickled down between his legs along his tightening testicles. Her legs raised and lowered her body and her muscles tightened inexorably as she rode him. She licked her fingertips and rhythmically rubbed the hood of her clitoris, causing spasms to vibrate through her pussy and her wetness to melt like butter. Deep inside she felt the head of his penis swelling and his breath become labored and fast.
The bed creaked and his wrists were pulling on the belt, wanting to hold her. “Oh, damn, I’m gonna cum!” he yelled. Stan’s body shook and his legs straightened out stiff as he thrust his pelvis up. Kelly leaned back and tightened her vaginal walls around him and pulled up, dragging his length against her clit. They came almost simultaneously. He gushed out all the hot fluids burning deep within him. Her second orgasm was more relaxing. She lay there on top of him, feeling his heart finally slow to a normal state. The slippery warmth between them, a reminder of this dream come true.
“I better take you home. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble,” Stan said.
They held each other tight and then got dressed and ready to go. As they walked, she held tightly onto his strong arm, allowing him to guide her up the steps to her apartment. It was strange to think she had this handicap, and you would never know except for her dark glasses and cane. When they’d said blind date, they weren’t kidding.
The Awakening
Floyd came into the house, late as usual and shivering from the night air. After getting a drink of water and warming up he walked into the bedroom. On the bed was Ana. He stared longingly at her as she slept so quietly.
She was a vision. The light from the full moon cast a glow across her body. The satin sheets and moonlight made her look like she was sculpted out of stone. She was perfectly still and her attributes were visible through the clinging bedding. She lay on her side with her hand above her head. The curve of her back and the way she had her leg pulled up only accentuated her round firm ass.
He felt playful. He crawled to the side of the bed, pulled the covers a little and slipped underneath them from the bottom. As the bed bobbled, Ana rolled onto her back, exposing even more of her ample breasts and cold-stiffened nipples. Floyd’s legs were still on the floor and he moved up a little more, positioning himself between her legs.
Floyd took in a deep breath, smelling the perfume from her bath and her natural womanly scent. He softly rubbed his face against her leg. As if it were a signal to his sleeping beauty, Ana parted her legs slightly and sighed. Of course Floyd thought this was an open invitation to continue. She had told him she loved being awoken like this. As he snuggled up closer to her legs, she parted them even wider, but was still deeply sleep.
Floyd moved up between her legs to his favorite spot where it was always warm and smelt heavenly. In one movement Ana picked her leg up and swung the blankets away from her body, totally exposing the glory of her nudity. One leg was propped up and the other lying flat, dangling off the side of the
bed. Her breasts were pert and the nipples were small and tight.
Floyd repositioned himself and kept moving his nose closer to his destination. He peeked up to see if she was still asleep. Ana giggled as his face brushed against her thighs; his hair tickled her soft skin. Floyd couldn’t wait any more. He took one long lick of the outer lips of her vagina and growled like an animal in heat. Ana moaned as Floyd did it again.
Suddenly, Ana’s eyes opened up as Floyd put his cold nose into her hot box.
In shock, she looked down between her legs and screamed, “Floyd! You get the hell out of my bed you dumb frickin’ mutt!!”
With his tail between his legs, Floyd jumped off the bed and ran for his doggy door. I guess dogs aren’t always man’s, or woman’s, best friend.
The Homecoming (Peter and Susan Part 3)
Peter and Susan finished their dinner date. The movie was a little dull but Tom Hanks can’t always make a perfect movie. The restroom was a moving experience for Peter, but they’d still had agreed not to have sex. Oral sex didn’t count according to Susan.
As they pulled up to her apartment, nervousness and hope swelled in Peter’s heart, as did the erection in his pants.
“Now we agreed to become better friends and not let sex rule our relationship.” Susan said.
“I know,” Peter grumbled. “But it would be nice to get a kiss goodnight.”
The car motor was rumbling as she leaned over and softly kissed his lips. The sweetness of her kiss was like tasting the finest wine. The softness of her lips moistened his thirsty mouth. He was absurdly aroused and dumbfounded by what he should do. Even though his mind knew Susan’s rules, his dick had it’s own thoughts about the matter.
As they kissed in the car, he started feeling like a schoolboy on a date with a cheerleader. She was on a pedestal, a woman that all men desired, although few were graced with her presence. Their kiss became a little more passionate and he reached his hand up to touch her breast through the fabric. Her moans were subdued, but it was apparent that she didn’t mind his touch. Her tongue licked along the line of his lips, and then she slid it into his mouth. The sweet taste of her was like a strawberry, succulent and always pleasing.
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