“Do you like that?” I asked, raising my head.
“Oh, yes!” she breathed, and I felt her hands on my head, gently pushing at it.
“Is there any special attention your breasts prefer?” I asked teasingly.
“Oh, yes!” was her reply. “My breasts prefer that you eat my pussy. Now!”
I had to laugh at her eagerness, but I couldn’t quarrel with her preference. After all, that was what I wanted, too.
I moved down then, and quickly slipped her damp panties over her hips, then down the length of her shapely legs. When they were off she parted her legs and I brought my face to her crotch, giving her pussy a light kiss but not inserting my tongue. I raised her knees to improve my access to her treasure, then began to nibble at her calves while fingering her wetness. I slid my mouth up her leg to her thigh, licking up to her pussy, then across it and down her other leg. Shauna was moaning now, and I felt her fingers clutching at my hair, trying to pull my head back to her squirming crotch.
Her widespread legs were so tense that I could see the tendons straining in her thighs. I ran the tip of my tongue over one of them as I returned to her pussy. I brushed my fingers up and down over her swollen labia, then slipped one finger between them, slowly pushing it in and wiggling it about like an overgrown worm within that wet slippery passage, while Shauna twisted on the bed, her breath coming in little gasps.
When I finally brought my mouth to her cunt, she gave a little cry and her hips arched off the bed. I began to nibble, lick, and suck in earnest now. Her cries increased in volume as I moved up to circle her clitoris with my lips, sucking gently and running my tongue over the little button. I slipped my finger back inside her as I did so, and felt her pussy walls grip it like a vise. I stroked it in and out a few times, then withdrew it as I brought my mouth back down to insert my tongue as deep as I could inside that love tunnel.
“Oh, yes, lover, yes!” Shauna cried out, her body straining, her crotch doing a little dance of passion against my face. I continued to tongue-fuck her while I slid my finger, now dripping with her juices, down to her ass and slowly insinuated it into her tight little asshole. At the same time I brought my other hand to her clit and stroked it gently. That did it. Shauna gave a loud cry and her body went crazy, her pussy spasming around my tongue as she flooded my mouth with the liquid fruits of her orgasm. Then she went limp.
Her look of satisfaction and exhaustion was gratification enough for me. Or so I thought. Until a minute later when, still breathing hard, she pulled me up for a deep kiss. As our bodies pressed together I realized that my erection had returned. In fact, it had probably been back in place for some time. Shauna noticed, too, and she gave a wicked little shift of her hips, rubbing her belly against it and making it even harder.
“Were you thinking about putting that thing inside me, lover?” she murmured when our kiss ended.
“I can’t think of anything better to do with it,” I replied. “Can I do it now? Or are you gonna tease me some more?”
“Come on, you love it when I tease you,” Shauna said, grinning. “Because you know you’ll always get it in the end.”
“Is that where you want it?” I said, grinning back at her. “In the end?”
“Well, maybe later,” she murmured. “Right now I want it right here.” And spreading her legs, she reached down and put it where she wanted it.
We each caught our breath as I slid it into her. Her pussy was so wet and slick that I went in all the way with one stroke, burying myself inside her to the balls. “Oh, yeah,” she panted. “That’s it, lover. Fuck me now. Please. Fuck me good.”
The teasing was over, at least for that night.
—R.K., Washington, D.C.
These Two Have Learned How to Get the Most out of Their Stolen Weekends
My anticipation mounted as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror putting on my makeup and fixing my hair. I was fantasizing how the night would go.
My pussy throbbed with excitement. Just the thought of Hank’s touch made me so damned hot. Underneath my blouse and skirt I was wearing a black leather bra and thong. When the time came for him to arrive, I knew I’d be more than ready.
We embraced at the door, and Hank greeted me with a soft kiss. Then he told me how much he had missed me and said how much he had longed to be next to me again. It was six weeks since we had last seen each other, and it should have been even longer. He and his wife had gone to Australia on a cultural-exchange mission that was supposed to last six months.
He had told her that he had to fly back to the States right away to deal with a business matter that unexpectedly required his immediate attention. I knew I was the “business matter.” He was right about my requiring his immediate attention.
We started the evening off with an hour-long carriage ride through the city. It was definitely fall, and the night was very cool. Hank had brought along a blanket, and like the gentleman he is, he laid it gently across our laps. He couldn’t tell, but my pussy was dripping. God, he makes me so hot! I could hardly concentrate on what he was saying. Just being this close to him almost made me come.
Our carriage ride ended on the other side of the square, at a restaurant and pub I had once mentioned I would like to try. I was tickled that he remembered! I had been jabbering so much that night that I was amazed he had even heard me.
The place was perfect. Not much of a crowd, and just the candles on the tables for light. A waiter came over, and as Hank ordered us a bottle of wine, I noticed how good-looking the waiter was—not that tall, but with a striking face and indications of a beautifully muscled body, not to mention a hefty crotch bulge.
We talked for what felt like hours, and when our food arrived, we just gazed quietly into each other’s eyes as we ate. I wondered if Hank was as hot as I was, if his cock was throbbing with the excitement of anticipating entering my dripping pussy.
All I could think of was taking his dick deep in my throat and savoring every moment as it throbbed and shot off inside my mouth. God, I couldn’t take it any longer! I slipped my heels off and planted my foot in his crotch. His dick was as hard as I had hoped.
Hank reached down and gently pressed the top of my foot into his manhood. God, I loved the feel of his rock-hardness. He told me how much he loves my adventurous side, and how turned on he had been for me.
He called the waiter over and ordered another bottle of wine. There was some discussion I couldn’t hear—about the wine, I assumed. Then he took me by the hand and led me up to the roof, where you could see for what seemed like miles. As luck would have it, we were the only ones up there.
He smiled his sexy smile and grabbed a chair to prop up against the doorknob so we wouldn’t be bothered. As he walked back over to me, my heart was racing and my breathing had become short and quick. He caressed my face, then ran one hand around behind my neck and the other around my waist.
He whispered how much he loved me and how much he wanted “to taste my sweet pussy.” He pulled my skirt up and moved the crotch of my leather thong to the side. I almost came then and there. He sucked on my clit and in no time had me shaking with an orgasm that seemed to come in waves. He was so excited from eating my pussy that he came in his pants.
He stood back up, and we kissed passionately. I loved tasting my sweet juices on his lips. He undid his pants, which fell to the floor, then said to turn around—“’Cause I’m gonna fuck my bitch hard, like I know she wants it.”
He maneuvered me so I was bent over, with my pussy waiting. He said to tell him that I like it rough, that I like his stiff cock pounding me hard and his balls slapping against my ass. This wasn’t difficult, since I truly love all of that!
His dick grew bigger inside me. I begged him to let me suck it. He pulled it out of my wet pussy and said, “Yes, baby.” The feel of his beautiful cock thrusting in and out of my mouth and the taste of my sweet juices were more than I could take. But he held me by the back of my head and said, “Not now. I’m not done w
ith you yet.” He bent me over again and rubbed his swollen cock over my pussy, then up my rectum in one gradual but powerful motion.
“God,” I shrieked, “it feels great! Now fuck your bitch harder. Make me scream with pleasure like only you can do.” And he did.
He was driving me crazy when he paused to say he had a surprise for me. He said for me to tell him to give it to me. I did. He said to get down on my knees to accept my gift. Again, I did. Suddenly the beautiful waiter who had served us downstairs was with us. (I never did find out how he got past the chair-blocked door.) He was stark naked, and his muscular body was as gorgeous as I had imagined.
He got into 69 position with me, and I had a beautiful raging hard-on in my face. He licked my pussy frantically and rammed his tongue in and out of my snatch. Hank said to suck the fellow’s dick and pleasure him, which seemed the least I could do in exchange for the pleasure he was giving me. Besides, his dick looked luscious.
God, the feeling of being fucked so hard in my ass while having my pussy eaten like never before and feeling the waiter’s delicious cock fucking my mouth made me come more than once. We kept this up for what seemed like an eternity.
When we were all spent, I ran my hands over the waiter’s hard body while he got dressed. Hank thanked him for his excellent service and handed him a hundred-dollar bill. He smiled and gave it back, saying the pleasure was all his.
Hank and I left the restaurant and walked back to my place, where we made love once more, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. That weekend we shared was the best ever.
We promised each other to never let what we have end. So now every six weeks I look forward to a return engagement.
—T.D., Salt Lake City, Utah
After Clearing a Weekend for Just Each Other, They Got Down and Real Dirty
I heard the key in the door and just smiled to myself. I knew it was you, my lover, coming home to me. We seldom have such a weekend to look forward to, between work and the children, but we’ve never lost sight of the most important part of our lives—each other.
I turned and saw you enter the room. The cool breeze from outside had mussed your hair, but the gleam in your eyes was warm and inviting. Your smile was loving, with just a hint of mischief. Perfect, I thought. He is just what I need and want.
I put my weights down on the floor and walked over to greet you, letting our smiles do the talking and our eyes signal the passion that was simmering just below the surface as you enfolded me in your arms. I felt the strength of your body, and the gentle touch of your lips. I felt your desire, passion, lust, and love for me transform me into the most desired and beautiful woman on earth.
As our eyes met again, you saw once more the effect your power has on me, and you laughed a bit, knowing that you would be the recipient of the best fuck any man could reasonably hope to receive. It was time to play the game I crave—me as the submissive slut, you my dominating lover calling me all those dirty wonderful names that make my blood pump and my clit ache.
“Did you get Cathy off to her sleepover all right?” you said as you put your keys down and slipped your jacket off. We both knew that neither she nor her friends would get much sleep. Who sleeps at a sleepover? No, the girls would be up all night talking and laughing. Which, come to think of it, was very much what we were planning—only with more “adult” activities for our amusement.
I proceeded to run down some details of my day as I finished my last biceps set. I made a point of getting in at least a quick workout this afternoon, as I expected you had done, too. We both wanted to look and feel our best for our time together. I know I will always be proud to be with you, and I want you always to feel the same way about me.
You smelled something in the air, a musky odor with a touch of sweetness. “How long have you been home?” you said. You looked at me, and then down at the TV set, which was dark.
“Long enough to have Kitty purring,” I said, smiling back as I stowed my weights in the closet, “in case you feel like having a fire to curl up to later this weekend.”
You looked at the VCR and saw that it was on and had a tape running in it. As soon as you turned the TV on, you knew what I’d been up to, and identified me as the source of the sweet scent that filled the room. As you sat on the couch and turned up the volume, you asked me to get you a drink. I felt your eyes glued to my body, studying the visible effects of my workout.
When I returned to the living room with your drink, I saw the bulge in your pants and knew you approved of the “visual aid” I had used earlier. “What in the hell is this?” you asked, knowing you wouldn’t get a response. “Why don’t you just show me what kind of workout you did while you watched this, you horny slut?”
Those are the words I live for. You took your drink from me and pointed to the stool beside you, being careful not to block your view of the on-screen threesome. By the loud screams and moans, I knew that the bitch I saw earlier was getting another good fucking. My pussy was getting wet again.
I ran my hands slowly over my arms and legs. My body temperature was rising. My hand grazed my breasts and found my nipples hard as diamonds. I’d already kicked off my shoes and socks. I started to pull my T-shirt off over my head.
“Slower, bitch,” you said. “I want you ready to fuck anything!” I guess it never occurred to you that I might already be there!
I let the T-shirt fall to the floor and untied my sweatpants, then turned to give you a full view as they slid down to the floor. With my sweatpants off, the scent that filled the room became even stronger, since it was the pungent aroma of my wet pussy. I stepped out of the sweatpants and turned to face you.
“Come over here and pull my cock out for me!” you said as you took another slow sip and glanced back over to the movie. I saw that now there were two men helping a young woman move into her apartment. I watched over my shoulder as I pulled on your zipper. I remembered quite vividly how this scene ends, since I had just watched it—while masturbating to a shattering climax—the week before!
As I pulled your underwear down, your purple-headed beast sprang to life, as if it was breathing the heady air of freedom, which left it ready to do what it pleased, and to whomever it pleased. I finished pulling off your underwear, then your pants—your feet were already bare—and was returning to pet the hungry beast.
“Don’t you dare touch it,” you said. “First you have to show me just how hot a cunt you have.”
You promptly took matters into your own skillful hands, rubbing the shaft and teasing the head just enough to begin your pleasure ride. I love the way you gently pump your cock and pleasure flashes across your face. I can almost feel it. Indeed, I wished I could feel your throbbing cock inside me. But I understood that first I had to earn it.
I moved back over to my perch and began moving my hips slowly and softly, pulling on my nipples through my sports bra and rubbing my pussy, which by now had left another wet spot on my panties. I leaned over to give you an ample view of my tits, brimming over the top of my bra. As I twisted my nipples, I hissed. You didn’t know how to respond, not knowing if it was from pain or pleasure.
I slowly pulled my sports bra off and walked closer to you, so my tits could dance across your face while you continued to pump your pounding cock. I moaned as your tongue lapped over my hard brown nipples. The sound of you sucking on them was as intense as the feeling of pleasure. I rubbed my hands over your tongue trail. Backing away, I saw your dick and knew it would need my attention soon. At least I hoped so! The more I moved my hips, the wetter my pussy grew. I turned so that my ass was toward you and bent over. I pulled my panties aside to reveal my swollen, glistening cunt lips.
“Oh, look at what a hot slut you are!” you said as your hands caressed my ass and legs. The feeling of your skin next to me was too much. I had to rub my fucking hot pussy, and now! I tugged slowly at the sides of my panties and let them drop to the floor, all the while continuing to bend over and spreading my legs still farther apart. Thr
ough my legs I had a clear view of my sexy stallion, sitting on the edge of the couch with your engorged cock in hand. You were licking your fingers and reaching for my now-dripping box.
The smell of come was overwhelming, and as your finger just touched the tip of my drooping lip, I let out a deep moan of approval. I put my hands on my ass cheeks and held them open to allow you more access to my pouting lips. You worked your fingers over my lips and in my cunt, stalling long enough over my clit to make my thighs and ass quiver.
“Oh, yes, baby, make your bitch come!” I said.
You just worked my ass harder and harder, teasing. “I always do as I please.”
You continued to stroke my ass until my juices were dripping from your hand. I could barely stand it by now, and was panting heavily with lust. “I need a cock, damn it!” I hissed.
You swung me around deftly so my face was inches away from your erect weapon. “Suck me good,” you said as you licked the remains of my cunt juice from your fingers.
“You what?” I said.
You looked puzzled.
“You slut,” I said. “I think you mean, ‘Suck me good, you slut,’ don’t you?”
“Suck me good, you slut,” you said, smiling.
I was starving for your cock. I wanted you to feel the madness of pleasure you had just brought to me. I worked the head of your cock with one hand while I rubbed your balls clean with the other. I love feeling your hard-on against my throat. As you moaned in approval, I looked up and saw the lust in your eyes, a look that has driven me to destinations beyond pleasure.
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