In and out, in and out. I gritted my teeth and looked down at this stranger to whom I was surrendering so much, risking everything and for what- this feeling? At that moment the trade seemed more than fair.
"Please- fuck me-e-e-e-e". I tried to respond but couldn't. The words were stuck in my throat- or I'd forgotten how to form them. A low growl was all that came out, but Johanna knew what it meant. She picked up speed, thrusting back at me, her talons scratching my back.
"Yes, do it, come for me. Fuck yes come, fill me up, fuck yes...". Who was I to resist? My head snapped back. Thick drops of sweat fell from my forehead onto her stomach and I saw it puddle in her navel.
It was the last thing I saw before my vision blurred, my brain exploded in a kaleidoscope of thoughts, images, light and nothingness. I felt a burning in my balls, my cock throbbed and I gave a series of short sharp thrusts and then...
"Aaaaaagh". Spurting, shooting, cries from her, groans from deep inside myself. A terrifying thought of what we'd done tried to surface but it disappeared in the maelstrom that was my mind, drowned in the sea of jism that slowly started to leak out of her and onto my thigh.
I kissed her softly and collapsed, panting for breath and mercy. She covered my face with soft kisses, murmuring "thank you, thank you" over and over like a mantra.
I looked over at this stranger I'd known so intimately yet never met before. There were things to say, excuses to make, rationalizations to prepare, but that could wait. I pulled her on top of me and grinned.
"Beats the hell out of typing don't it?"
The End.
Summer Magic
Summer Collyer led me by the hand into her self-styled “hippie pad”. At first the room was dark and smelled of Jasmine incense. She lit six blue candles across the room and began spinning around among all of the giant, colorful pillows spread out on the floor. Her floor-length black skirt twirled about her as if in slow motion. She smiled big and laughed heartily. Her long blonde hair framed her oversized, tinted glasses but her bright, magical eyes still shone through. Somehow, the small sixties-era stereo in the corner suddenly started playing Fleetwood Mac songs.
I just stood in the corner watching, my arms folded. When she spun fast enough, I could see her cute little orange panties. Summer giggled and beckoned me to her. Her cute, sexy titties, just the size of large apples, bounced up and down in her exuberance. I loosened up a little and allowed myself to take her hand and dance around a bit. She tossed her glasses onto a pillow.
I couldn’t resist her magical spell. My right hand cupped her left breast through the flimsy fabric of her top. Her smile didn’t go away, so I slowly lowered my lips to hers with a series of gentle kisses. Her tongue made the first move but mine soon reciprocated. She pulled off her top all together, allowing her perky breasts to bounce freely in the breezy room. The smell of the incense was intoxicating. No…it was something else I smelled. It was Summer! This close to her, I could actually smell her getting aroused! I reached down into her skirt to feel her panties. My finger melted right through the wet fabric into her pussy. Her eyes rolled up into her head at the unexpected touch. Without warning, she pushed me back hard knocking me down onto the pillows on the floor. I thought I’d gone too far until she plopped down next to me and pulled her panties off, tossing them across the room. She playfully raised her long skirt up in the air and softly said, “Eat me.” Suddenly, I was starved.
Her pussy was like a work of art, clean shaven with tiny drops of girl sauce beading up on the thick, purple-pink lips. Her aroma was fresh and exciting. Using my fingers, I carefully spread her lower lips and tentatively began licking around them. She lowered her skirt back down over my head, slipping me into darkness, alone with her soaking cunt. I lapped at it enthusiastically, delighting in the myriad flavors of her desire. Her hands held my head to her crotch through the fabric and she “ooooo’d “ and “aaahhhh’d”, softly but incessantly. At first, I was careful just to tease her clit. Eventually, though, after what seemed like hours, the rough top side of my tongue landed on it, engorged like a mini-erection, and flicked it up and down and all around. I began to literally suck on it, holding the sweet little nub between my lips and ever so lightly nibbling at it. Her legs trembled but she grew strangely silent. Then she squeezed in on my head and Summer screamed! If her thighs weren’t shielding my ears, I would’ve been deafened!
After a moment, I was able to climb out from under her skirt to see her lying, eyes closed and breathing heavily, on the big red pillow. Her eyes sparkled as they opened to see me wiping her tangy, tasty pussy juice from my lips and licking my fingers. Then, in one swift movement, she pulled down my pants and my underwear, not bothering with zippers.
My dick literally sprang to attention and she wasted no time in clutching and pulling it while re-introducing her tongue to mine. Undoubtedly, she was tasting her own lovely taste in my mouth but she didn’t seem to care. She giggled again as she plunged her pretty lips down deeply over my cock. Her tongue danced over the head and her eyes sought out mine, that magical look again making me forget all the world except her…and what she was doing between my legs.
“Fuck me, Mark,” she purred…or was it a growl? “Fuck me NOW or I am going to rape you!” This time, I pushed her back down onto the pillows. Her hands played with her hair splayed above her head while I doffed my shoes and ditched the rest of my clothes, keeping eye contact the entire time. She unhitched her skirt and let it lay beneath her.
“Fuck me, Mark,” she whispered this time. I lowered myself to my knees. She spread her legs in invitation. My hand brushed her mound delicately but I kissed her deeply and hard. Her teeth nipped at my tongue as her hand fumbled for my leaking cock. When she found it, she kindly guided it to her hole and I literally fell in up to my balls. I raised my hips a little, then pushed back in. The squishiness was louder than Stevie Nicks singing. Summer moaned but her eyes never left mine. Again and again I pushed my cock into her clutching wetness. I started to say something but she cut me off. “Shhhhh…. Just fuck me, baby, “ she cooed with a smile.
Her fingers began rubbing her own clit as I kept up my up and down rhythm into her. She raised her supple legs over my head and crossed them over my back, trapping me inside her. I wasted no time in wetting my own fingers with her juices and rubbing them over her anus. Eventually, I slipped three of them right up her ass. I used my fingers to fuck her tight backdoor while my dick was getting close to shooting up front.
The room now smelled more of sweat and sex than of Jasmine. Her fingers were flicking rapidly, too as her eyes finally lost their lock on mine and closed tightly. Her mouth opened with a circular moan and she began bucking her own hips in time with mine. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Baby, I’m gonna….”
“Just do it!,” she barked. “Push deeper! Now! Uhnnnn! …Now!” She was coming hard, bucking like a bronco. Her skin was covered with goosebumps and she shook almost violently. So did I as I tensed and shot hot, white sperm directly at her womb. As per her request, I pushed in deeper as I came. My body was sweating and my head was swimming. It felt as though neither of us could or would stop climaxing.
Finally, though, we did stop and I lay there with my spent member shriveled inside her. Fleetwood Mac finally stopped, also, and I heard the stereo click off. The room was silent as the candles started to burn out and our breathing returned to normal. I rolled off of Summer and lay on the sopping pillows. “Don’t say a word,” she said, her finger to her lips. I curled up next to her and spooned, gently massaging her back. A welcome cool breeze blew in from somewhere, as if by magic, causing the candles to flare up again. Almost unbidden, my cock, nestled snugly in the warm crack of her ass, began to come to life again. .“Fuck me,” she said again, with a smile rising in her voice. Somehow the music started up again. Summer was magic. Just magic!
The End.
Please Pass the Pillow
The heat outside was stifling. Too damned hot to do any
thing. So with the air conditioning set on its coolest setting, we decided to find something indoors to do. While we both tried to think of something, I grazed her butt with the back of my hand as I walked from one room into the other. She put some CDs into the CD player, and the stereo began to belt out some of our favorite tunes. After a few minutes I went to the refrigerator and got us a couple of beers to enjoy while we sat and thought of what we could do. She went to her stash can and pulled out a joint, and proceeded to light up. The pungent smoke filled the room only to be wisped away by the circulating air conditioner. She took a few hits from the hand rolled herbal rocket then put it out in the ashtray.
I was on my second beer and began feeling the effects of the beverage as she was becoming relaxed from her home roll. After a while, we began dancing to the older rock tunes on the stereo. Our blood was rushing through our veins from the fast pace of our dance, when a slow sensual song began to play. Without missing a beat, we held each other closely, rocking back and forth in each others arms. Our bodies pressed into each other as we moved slowly, in beat with the music. She felt so good in my arms. Her soft hair, fragrant with her herbal shampoo, nestled along side of her neck. I nuzzled my face into the strands and took a long, slow, deep breath. The perfume that was an hour or so old, pleased my senses as well. Almost a flowery fragrance. The scent filled my nose, then ran rampant to my core. There was something about this scent that struck my primal cord every time I inhaled it.
She cooed to me that she loved the feel of my naked arms wrapping around her. She told me that my smells filled her nose and took her to our special place each time she breathed. As she spoke softly, telling me how I made her feel, I felt my desire beginning to rise. Apparently she did too. She pushed her hips into me and asked playfully if I had thought of an indoor activity yet. I smiled and stepped away from her. Her look was of despair. I smiled and asked her if she would dance for me. Would she do a strip tease?
She pushed her hands against my chest, knocking me backwards, as I landed on the couch with a solid thump. At exactly the same time I landed on the couch, a very slow, sultry tune began playing, almost as if on cue. She began to sway her hips in time with the beat of the music. Then slowly she began to peel off her clothing, starting with her button up top. Next her jeans came off, all still in perfect time with the song. She was now standing in front of me, wearing nothing but her lacy bra and her low cut thong.
Her body continued to sway and snake in time with the music. She plucked the clasp of her bra with her thumb and fore finger, releasing the tension of the elastic straps of the bra. The loose bra remained in place, just barely. She took her hand and began to slide it down from her shoulders, bringing her arms together against the sides of her breasts, pushing them together. What seemed an eternity, the bra fell to the floor and now she stood in front of me, full breasts, erect nipples and her thong. I reached for her, but she pulled away, wagging her extended forefinger in a “No No” fashion at me. My lust was at a fever pitch.
The sultry tune stopped and I lunged forward, grabbing her hips as I slid off of the couch and knelt in front of her. My face was pressed against her mid section and I began to plant little kisses on her tummy and her navel. I slid my head down to the front of her damp thong and breathed in
.
“I’ve got it! Follow me”, I said with a resounding burst.
I walked her into our bedroom and shut the door after we were inside. I pulled her into me, to feel the heat radiating from her naked body against mine. I removed my Tee shirt with one quick easy motion as my arms reached back around her bared frame once again. Her smooth flesh felt good against my now naked torso. We kissed as we swayed to the distant sound of the music, coming from the other room. As we stood at the end of our bed, my foot hit the reading pillow that was placed at the foot of the bed. we kept the triangular shaped pillow there for watching television or for reading.
As I pushed against her, moving her backwards into the end of the bed, I used my large frame, lowering my self, and her, until she was lying on her back, legs hanging off the end. I knelt down at the end of the bed, where her crotch was placed at the beds edge. I lifted her legs, one in each hand, then spread them far apart. My lust began to run rampant through my mind as I gazed for a moment at her soft, opened cunny. My hands slid down to the back of her thighs as I continued holding her legs up high and apart. The throbbing in my jeans told me that I was more than ready to take her. But something in my mind made me want to explore a while longer.
I lowered my head down even where her exposed ass and pussy was. I pressed my face within a fraction of an inch of touching her, then blew a long hot slow breath. She cooed when I did this. I began licking her inner thigh, from mid way downward to her juice covered inner lips. I then duplicated the exact same move on her other thigh, stopping just centimeters from her hot pouting lips. I moved my head upward and over her smooth lips then stuck my tongue out just above the small tuft of pubic hair that adorned her softest folds. I dragged my thick wet tongue straight down the center of her, this time cutting between the wet folds of her aching pussy. As I slowly descended, I could feel her hardened clitoris on the soft slick underside of my tongue. I stopped moving my head when I felt her pleasure pearl. Instead, I began slowly swirling my hot tongue over and around her flesh trigger for a minute or so.
She began to whimper slightly as I tongue massaged her sensitive clit. She whimpered even louder when I stopped my play. I stood up and grabbed the thick, angled reading pillow as I did. I asked her to move further up onto the bed and to roll onto her stomach. She did as I asked without question. I grabbed her hips and lifted upward, forming an arch under her tummy. I slid the pillow under her and asked her to now relax. As she lowered back down to the pillow, the globes of her butt became perched on the top of the crown of the pillow. With that being done, I kissed each of her butt cheeks and stood up to remove my remaining clothes.
Now, being as naked as she was, I crawled back onto the bed behind her. I lay each of my meaty paws on each of her firm fleshy cheeks and began kneading them. Each time I massaged them, I lifted the cheeks up and apart, exposing her pinkish rose bud with each massage. I lowered my head again as I placed my chest against the bed and remained propped up on my elbows. I blew right into her center as I kept kneading her firm cheeks.
With each spreading of her cheeks, she would feel my hot breath bask against her exposed anus, only to have the sensation stop as I let her butt rebound back to a closed position.
I then grabbed each cheek with a loud smack as my hands grabbed the firm muscle and pulled them apart once again. This time I pressed my face into her opened crack, my nose just an inch or so above her most tender spot. My wet tongue jutted outward and firmly grazed her puckered hole with one quick motion. Her hips lifted slightly when I did this. Again, my hungry tongue whipped out leaving behind a trail of saliva on her little asterisk. After several more minutes of lapping and probing her derriere with my pointed tongue, I stopped and looked down to see what effect my antics were making.
There was a trail of drool that was now dripping down the seam from her butt to her oozing pussy. So, with a long languid stroke of my tongue, I gathered the drool and her excitement into my mouth with a quick slurp. As my tongue nuzzled between her wet punani, she once again moaned and lifted her hips from the pillow. With my passion at a fever pitch, I was feeling very randy and nasty. So, I went back down to her aching pussy and made my tongue delve as deep into the crevasse as I could. Her juices were very fluid and plentiful now, as was obvious when I slid my tongue back out of her, leaving a mixture of my spit and her lust onto the bottom of the pillow.
I climbed upward and onto her backside. My cock was aching so badly for release, that I could feel my heart beat deep in the thick shaft at the base of my rock hard cock. With the healthy coating of pre cum glazing the purplish head, combined with her soaking wet pussy, I eased my engorged cock into her I slid into her slowly, inch b
y inch until the base of my cock was buried against her form fitting lips. With her ass perched in the air atop the pillow, I could give full long strokes as I began to saw slowly in and out of her. With each stroke, my thrusts became faster and harder. I could feel my dangling balls slap against her wet sticky lips, knowing that the thumping of them would lightly bang against her swollen clit.
I reached my hand to the back of her head, grabbed a thick lock of her hair. I didn’t pull, but grabbed and held her hair tightly in between my fingers, as my pumping action became harder and deeper. In a matter of a few more thrusts, she climaxed. Her inner walls, spasmed around my thrusting cock. I could feel her vaginal muscles grasp then release my shaft, over and over as her orgasm reached its crescendo. She came so much, that my thrust began to sound squishy as I kept pummeling her sweet hole.
Her movements gradually slowed as her release began to ebb. She looked over her shoulder at me, then she smiled and told me to get up. As she obeyed my request earlier without question, I did so in return to her, and got up and stood at the end of the bed.
She ask me to please pass the pillow to her after she too got up from the bed. After she grabbed the pillow from me, She placed it at the side of the bed, then told me to lie down on it, butt side down. I eagerly did as she asked and within a minute, I was lying face up on the bed, with my crotch perched on top of the thick pillow. I can’t remember feeling quite so open and exposed as I was at this moment. My hips were up above the rest of my body, my straining cock pointing to the ceiling, and my balls resting against the corduroy material of the pillow.
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