I rolled my head around and around and around, savoring how well I was being serviced, and shuddering as he pulled playfully on my nipple with his teeth, letting it settle gradually back into place on my body, and then letting his hands slide down, down, down, sinking beneath the fabric of my skirt, skimming like a latex glove across the little round hill of my ass, and pulling both skirt and panties, down, down, down, along my thighs, to my knees, all the way down around my ankles, and there I stood, naked as a newborn, the smiling lips of my meat wallet sparkling like a fountain with arousal, so grossly indecent that I shyly closed my thighs to obscure my lady bits from view.
I shrieked as my adulterous Romeo reached over and picked me up by the ass, my legs wrapped around his waist to keep me from falling, and brought my face up to his, the two of us continuing to kiss, as he carried me over to the bed in the style of a newlywed wife.
He placed me gently down on top of the surface of the bed, my hair pooling all around me like a halo, and my breasts sifting gently up on my chest with the force of gravity, my breathing heavy as he pulled his lips away from me, and proceeded to run kisses all along down the course of my body. He kissed my neck, making me squirm, and giggle like a teenager, and continued his way down, my clavicle, my breasts, down along the slick course of my abdomen, sucking on my belly button as though it was an additional orifice, and in that moment it was one, tingling with a sensation I'd thought impossible for a fucking navel, and continuing down, down, down, past the clean shaven swath of my pubic triangle...
My eyes went wide, and my fingers curled into the bedspread, my body shaking, my knees trembling so badly I thought I might end up giving the poor bastard a concussion.
He devoured my pussy like a slice of the sweetest, most delectable wedding cake, smearing his face so full of it it was like that tradition where the bride and groom stuff a big hunk of it into one another's neatly kept mouths. He sucked, and licked, and huffed, and puffed, and blew my brains out with his oral meanderings, lapping in circles, zigzagging and curlicuing and spiraling and nibbling and muff-huffing and scoring major bonus points as he pinballed up against the button of my clitoris, and oh God, oh God, oh God, yes, yes, YESSSS!
I didn't just think those words, actually, I moaned them like a banshee, as well as some other rather profane utterances, “Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhh, yes, yes, yes...”
He pulled away, smiling, and it felt like the mercury in a thermometer coming to a sudden and drastic drop, my body shivering, quaking with sweat, as I stared down at him between my open thighs, watching him stand up, and loosen his tie from the collar of his dress shirt. He pulled it out, and unbuttoned the shirt, button by button by button, driving me mad with the fucking tension, at last peeling his body out of it, and slipping out of the undershirt he wore beneath.
His chest was phenomenal. The flanks rippled like those of a race horse, the pecs glistening with perspiration, the six pack abdominals standing out in clear, almost startling definition, and the v-lines of his Adonis muscle so deep that a girl could get lost in them if she weren't careful. God, was he in fucking terrific shape for being half a goddamn century old...
And then, Lord help me, he reached for the fly of his dress pants, unbuttoning himself, and undoing the zipper, wriggling down out of the things with some difficulty, the fabric getting stuck on his boner, but at last making its way past, to sit in a crumpled heap on the floor. His blazing erection stretched out the fabric of his boxers so insanely that I thought as he peeled them off that an imprint of his cock would remain embedded into them once they were off his body.
And there he was. Naked, horny as a bastard, with that long, strong, veiny cock staring at me, swaying from his body, a little dribble of jizz seeping out the tip.
I kept my thighs suggestively splayed open for his consideration, and he smiled.
Finally, he put his hands together, and slowly pulled the wedding band from off of his ring finger, then reached around, and opened up a drawer of the dresser behind him. When he turned back around, my breath stopped, as suddenly he was holding a black velvet jewelry box in his hand, looking at me intently.
Holy shit!
I was breathless, my mind reeling, but at the moment I expected him to get down on one fucking knee and propose, he opened up the box...
It was a gold ring, sure as hell...
A gold cock ring...
My astonishment turned into a look of devilish lust, and he smiled right back at me, loving the fact of having duped me, and savoring the chance to use this most exquisite piece of jewelry on me directly.
I watched him slide the metal thing down along the length of his shaft, with some difficulty, as right away it got stuck around his immense bulbous tip, but soon he pushed on past, pushing the ring to his base, and his penis swelling up to a great, metal-solid red rocket.
He slipped into bed with me, and pulled my body into him, his great white Moby Dick sliding along my skin as we groped one another up to the necessary levels of depravity.
He rolled over on his back, and I climbed up on top of him, straddling his waist, and smiling like a demon.
“Oh... Oh... Oh...” I whimpered, as I lowered my self down onto him, and his engorged penis pierced the fleshy sanctity of my body, sinking, sinking, sinking, the tip, every last fucking inch of that incredible shaft, all the way up to his base, until finally my ass touched down on him, and every bit of his manhood was lost inside the sweet hot cave of my vagina.
I put my hands on his chest for support, and began to rock.
I writhed, pumping my chest forward, my breasts bouncing, my abdomen flexing like a snake, as I felt the God-wonderful sensation of my pussy grinding against his pelvis, the fleshy lips distorting, pulling, and flowing around the abrupt obstacle of his penis. The cold metal of the cock ring surged through my body any time my pussy happened to graze it, and I moaned as I pumped, putting my hands on my breasts and pushing them together for his enjoyment and my own arousal, closing my eyes, and listening to him sighing, “Ohhhhh, yeeeeeeah....”
I started bouncing on him, harder, harder, harder, his cock plunging deeper and deeper into the wet sanctity of my nether-regions, the sensations beginning to mount, and moans beginning to issue forth from my quivering lips, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...”
And I shrieked, as suddenly the world seemed to shift around me, our limbs tangled together, and my face hitting the bed as he flipped me over like a pancake on a grill.
He pulled out of me, lifting my body up with his hands, and repositioning me on all fours, into the doggy style I was becoming so familiar and enamored with at this point.
He crammed himself back inside, and picked up precisely where we'd left off, but with him in control of the fucking this time, his massive body stuttering into mine like a fucking jackhammer, the smacking of our pelvises making my ass jiggle, our skin making loud, wet, slapping noises as he pounded my lights out, and my tits banging uncontrollably against my chest.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!”
And he gave one last, loud SLAM into my weary body, holding himself firmly in place, and his cock throb, throb, throbbed, and then came the cum, spilling out in thick, juicy currents of extramarital bliss, spurting through the thin cave of my pussy, and filling me up. The sensation roared through my body like a hurricane, twisting and banging through me, ripping me to my foundation, and making me shake like a sheet in the fucking wind.
He pulled out of me, with a gross, slimy pop, and I lowered myself down off of my hands, my ass sticking exhaustedly up in the air, as I tried to get my bearings about me.
I gasped, however, as I felt his tongue once again enter me, without warning, and in a moment I realized he was slurping up all the cum he'd just blasted into me, running his tongue around and around and around until he'd gathered up every last drop, and sending me through another slight tremble of climax in the process.
When at last he'd extracted every last drop, he pulled me up next to him in th
e bed, and put his lips against mine. We passed the tangy, salty load back and forth and back and forth between the two of us as we kissed, our lips stringing together with threads of his seed between each great gulp.
At last I swallowed the byproduct whole, sticking out my bare tongue for his inspection, which of course led to him leaning in, and continuing to kiss me.
It was all the unbridled sexual bliss of a honeymoon without the whole pesky “marriage” bit ever coming into play.
Monogamy- 0, Promiscuity- +100.
TO BE CONTINUED....
My Bucket List Series – Holy Moly!
Chapter 1
Holy moly!
I swear to God I just about spat my fucking coffee all over my computer monitor, saved only by a herculean effort from doing so, and instead letting the stuff drip from my mouth onto a shitty stack of paperwork, as I tried my absolute damnedest to contain my giggles. Everyone at the nearby cubicles all looked over at me, a regular occurrence these days, and I quickly minimized my internet browser, swallowing the scalding hot remainder of the coffee still sloshing around in my cheeks, and quickly apologizing, “Sorry, sorry... It was, uh... A funny cat video... I'll, uh, forward it to you all later.”
They all turned away at this, satisfied by my excuse, and I'm sure now all looking forward to a motherfucking cat video as the upcoming highlight of their day.
Godddddammmmit...
The giggles seized me again, and I struggled, as hard as I could, to get myself the fuck under control.
Alright, alright, alright, I told myself, seriously trying my damnedest, but I just started cracking up again the instant I opened my web browser back up, and had to minimize it quickly, and fold my head in my hands on the surface of the desk.
I couldn't fucking breathe, nor see straight through the tears streaming forth from my eyes.
The cat video was, of course, complete and total bullshit. I'd sat down at my desk as I did most mornings, zooming out on my work computer's internet browser, and going to the private e-mail account I utilized to solicit casual sexual encounters with strangers, as a means of slowly chipping away through what I affectionately referred to as my Fuck-It List, a compilation of ten sexual challenges to myself to help break up the day-to-day monotony of my life and hopefully get a few new below-the-belt pleasures under my belt in the process.
On a side note, I was currently on my sixth depraved challenge- over the hump when it came to humping, if you will. Numero uno had been my first experience with anal sex, painful and pleasurable and absolutely fucking mind-blowing, and preventing me from sitting properly for several days following its execution. After that, I moved onto sex in a public place, meeting a complete stranger in a city park bathroom in the middle of the night, and letting him boink me mercilessly across the sink until the goddamn thing snapped off its moorings, flooding the fucking bathroom and just about getting me arrested as a result. Following a bit of illegal, fellatio-related bribery of a law enforcement official I managed to weasel my way out of trouble, and moved onto my next challenge, which was a tad bit milder in nature.
Olivia, challenge number three, marked my first ever attempt at humping a fellow member of my own fair sex, and so far had made the most indelible impression on me out of all the experiences I'd been through up to that point. Her soft skin, her gorgeous breasts, and that tight, firm body of hers... Godddd, did I think about her a lot after that first rendezvous. I dearly hoped we might have a reunion before too long- I'd been thinking maybe after this was all over we could get together, but I was starting to get so hot and bothered by the thought of her that I might just have to arrange a little side screwing inbetween my main affairs. But anyway, that was beside the point.
Number four, sex with a big black cock, had gone on painfully, anally, and overall successfully, although I think missing Olivia may have numbed the experience a tad bit by comparison. Then after a week or so of sabbatical, you know, to let my ass and pussy regain their shape as it were, I moved on to my most recent challenge, hittin' the sheets with an already-married silver fox, and doing him in the bed where him and his cunt of a wife made sweet, sweet love on his birthday and Christmas each year. And that had been pretty great, feeling my body dominated by someone so mature and well-versed in the ways of romance.
So now, here I was, at challenge number six, yet another interesting little idea that I'd never before attempted, but that got me so turned on that I thought I was going to have to start wearing adult diapers to work to contain all the moisture going on down there.
Okay, I'm sorry... That was gross. But I was feeling pretty freaky about this next one.
A threesome.
And not just any threesome- a male, male, female threesome.
With me being the female in said arrangement.
So in other words- a threesome that allowed for the possibility of-
Wait for ittttt-
Double. Fucking. Penetration.
Oooooh, God, my knees are shaking... Aye aye aye...
I'd given myself some of my most mind-blowing masturbatory orgasms using double the sex toys, if you know what I mean, and I relished the very prospect of getting the real dillio jammed up and there, and being pummeled into mercilessly by two strapping, powerful, meaty men.
I'd be like puddin' in their grips...
Not to mention, I planned this as something of a precursor to an item at the end of my list, a grand finale of sorts, for which I anticipated needing some preparation beforehand. I thought this would do nicely for said purposes...
So, anyway, way, way back to what I was once, so long ago, getting around to, I was then presently scrolling through my e-mails, trolling for candidates willing and capable of double-stuffing my pussy, and what should I find that would lead me to cackling like a witch in the manner described to you?
The very first e-mail I opened was a photo of a huge, nude, pot-bellied, hairy man, with an erection, I'm not kidding you, about as long as my fucking index finger, and a lewd, explicit description of what he wanted to do to a girl like me in his message.
Now, of its own merit, that would have been nothing especially remarkable, certainly not worthy of busting out laughing, disrupting the whole office about. I'd gotten a whole slew of replies along these lines, and they were gross, perhaps very sadly comical, but easy enough to drag into the trash bin and forget about just as quickly as guys could send them.
What set this particular e-mail aside from the pack in its absolute hilarity was the fact that, despite a thin, digitized censor bar over the eyes, put there in a rather ridiculous attempt to hide the naked man's identity, I could recognize the figure in the photograph.
It was my fucking co-worker! Paul!!
Gross Paul, who'd always walked around in a perpetual cloud of halitosis and body odor, and had had a habit of leaning over me at my desk to look at the daily comic of the Funny Business calendar on my desk before I'd thrown it out.
The horny little bastard!
I was in fucking stitches, unable to suppress how fucking funny this was, immediately thinking of ways I could toy with him, lead him on, or somehow otherwise fuck with his head. I knew I could never keep a fucking straight face around him for as long as I worked here... And hell, I knew I couldn't really respond to his ad, even as a joke, but it was just so goddamn hilarious!
I'd paused for a moment about midway through my hysterics, as it hit me that all those times he'd been leaning over me might well have amounted to sexual harassment, knowing what I knew now, and that my calendar had just been a meager excuse to come in and rub up against me. But then I imagined all those times, in such close proximity, he must surely have had a boner, but it had been too goddamn small for me to even notice it...
And again I broke into teary-eyed laughter, and despite being a regular non-smoker I had to bum a cigarette off of a co-worker and step outside to cool off.
Godddd, life was good. This list might have been the most fucking wonderful thing I'd ever had the i
dea to do...
Once I'd settled down I sat back down at my desk, closing out the e-mail before I lost my composure again, but not deleting it, thinking I might need to ruminate on this golden photo a little bit more later on.
I proceeded, then, to scour my more serious prospects for a threesome partner- er, partners, still cracking up every now and then at the thought of Paul's teeny weenie.
Finally, I found something better to push the dreadful thought out of my head.
I gazed in awe at a photo of two guys about my age, naked from the waist up, with firm, muscular bodies, each covered in tattoos, both blond, and both with mischievous smiles across their gorgeous, masculine faces.
That might just be enough to occupy my mind for the rest of the day...
I scrolled down to their message, blushing, I'm sure, at the very thought of being in bed with the two of them...
“We're two bisexual friends, and we've been looking for a woman who might be interested in something of a menage a trois... We saw your ad, and thought you seemed promising. We're both twenty-five years old, toned, athletic, completely clean, and very willing to try new things ;) We can host if you're interested. We can't wait to hear from you...”
Annnnnnd, going once, going twice- sold!
Faster than a speeding bullet I hit the reply button, and proceeded to arrange what would surely be a magical, glorious night of three-way debauchery...
Chapter 2
They called themselves Pete and Repete. Their names were actually both Peter, and they'd met in college on the track team, discovering by complete chance that they had a thing for fucking one another in the shower room, and that, furthermore, fucking women together was rather enjoyable as well. I started mixing the two of them up from about the instant I stepped in the doorway, but they laughed about it, saying that it happened all the time. I swear to God they could have been identical twins, but they swore just as adamantly that they weren't related- they'd even checked about the fact when some of the overlap in their personalities began to grow uncanny in nature, and it turned out that they bore no common ancestor, thus freeing them from the fear of being innocent incestors. But God, what a resemblance...
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