Screwing the Lawnboy

My husband and I are both self employed and work from our home. It makes it nice for afternoon sex, because we can work whatever schedule suits us. One thing my husband has always wanted to do is watch me fuck another man. I was always tempted to do this, but never did anything to make to it happen.

One sunny day, while we were working, I began to feel horny and started fantasizing about getting pumped nice and slow with my husband’s hard cock. Just as I was going to ask my hubby to take a break and give me his nice big cock, our lawn service guy Tom pulled up in his truck. This guy is in his early twenties and is ruggedly handsome, but with a soft spoken voice and gentle demeaner. He’s always been very nice to me, so much so that I wondered if he had a slight crush on me. He looked especially good today, he had a nice tan to go along with that wonderful muscular body. I often checked out his ass while he worked up a sweat in the yard. He also looked like he was packing something nice in front, too.

I asked my husband if he wanted to watch me fuck Tom and he was all over that! I could see his cock got hard right away and he said he would have to fuck me himself afterwards, which was fine with me. I decided to seduce Tom outdoors, since we live on several acres and have complete privacy. This way, my husband could just watch through the sliding glass door.

I threw on my bikini, went outside and laid on a lawnchair. I noticed Tom kept sneaking peeks at me and finally, when he came close enough to me, I blurted out “wanna fuck me, Tom?” His jaw just about hit the ground, and he said “wouldn’t that piss your husband off?” I said “actually, he’s dying to watch me fuck someone else, and he’s inside watching us right now.” At just that moment, my husband opened the sliding glass door and said “please Tom, this is a huge fantasy of mine, plus, I know you dig my wife.” Tom said “I can’t argue that.”

I could see the bulge in Tom’s pants growing, and I took that to be a yes. I took my bikini top off and asked Tom to please suck my nipples, which he did quite nicely. Then, I unzipped his pants and exposed his gorgeous, thick cock. He had hairless balls, which was a real turn on to me. I was starting to wonder why I hadn’t done this sooner! I started licking the shaft of his cock, which I could tell he really liked. Then, I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, before taking the whole head into my mouth and slowly bobbing up and down on it.

I squeezed those hairless balls while I stroked and sucked his cock. I could tell that he loved having his balls played with, so I spent some time sucking each one in, then kissing and licking them. His cock had to be 8 inches long and stood straight up, hard as it could possibly get. Tom’s back was to the house, but I could see that my husband was standing at the sliding glass door with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. I turned Tom sideways so my husband could see me sucking that massive cock.

I asked Tom if he would like to lick my pussy and he said “I sure would.” I took my bikini bottom off and laid back on the lawnchair, while he eagerly lapped up my pussy juice. He fingered my nipples while he explored my pussy and clit with his tongue. Soon, I couldn’t help but cum all over that tongue of his, he was really good! I looked over to the house and my husband had the most delighted look on his face, along with the hugest hard on I’ve ever seen him have.

I decided to draw this out as long as I could, because it really made me horny all over again seeing my husband with his big fat cock in his hand, knowing that I was driving him wild with desire by fucking this young stud. I decided to give a little more attention to Tom’s cock and I sucked it some more. I looked up at him while sucking him and he looked like he was going to lose it any second. Now it was time to fuck, so I asked Tom how he would like to give it to me. He said he would love to lay on the lawn chair and have me stradle him. That sounded great to me, and I knew it would make for good viewing for my husband, with my back and ass to him.

He laid down, I stradled him, and slid my pussy along the top of his rock hard cock for a minute before sliding all the way down onto it. Tom squeezed my nipples while I did this and I could tell that I would easily be able to cum again very soon. When I slid down onto his cock, it felt incredibly big and hard inside me. I knew this had to be a huge turn-on for my husband, because as I rode it, he had a perfect view of my pussy juice glistening on that fat cock, while I slid slowly up and down on it.

Soon, I was creaming all over Tom’s cock, my body shaking and convulsing. My orgasm started to put him over the edge, so I jumped off his cock and started stroking his cock and fondling his balls. He cried out as he came, shooting a massive amount of cum onto his tight abs. I watched my husband, he was feverishly yanking on his cock, but I knew nothing but my pussy would do for him. I looked him in the eye and began to lick the cum off of Tom’s stomach. Then, I said to Tom, “I’m sorry, but I’m needed inside.” Tom said “no problem, be sure to thank your husband for me!”

I went inside and my husband said “you have no idea how incredibly beautiful you looked fucking that guy, but now I’m going to give you the kind of fucking you really deserve.” I had figured he would just fuck me quick and be done with it, but he had more in mind than that!

He carried me to our bed and laid me out and kissed me deeply. Then, he started nibbling delicately on my clit. His hard on was raging and that was really exciting to me, because I knew that I had really pleased him. I was starting to think that I might even be able to cum again. Then, he pushed my legs up in the air and started flicking my asshole with his tongue, which was something he had never done before and it really felt good. Soon, he was lapping up all my pussy juice, saying he could taste my cum, and that he was going to make me cum again. I knew he would.

He took time to suck my nipples, fingerfuck me a little bit, and then he finally gave me that big hard cock that I’d been looking at for so long. He gave it to me doggy style, long and slow, pulling it all the way out and sliding it all the way in, filling me up. Eventually, he turned me over and gave it to me missionary style, all the while kissing me more passionately than he ever had before. He pulled his cock in and out of me so slowly that I pushed him up, so that I could watch his cock do its work. He worked his way up to a faster pace and we both finally came at once, in a trembling pile.

We laid there for a while in total silence, and suddenly there was a knocking on the door. Tom had finished the lawn work. I answered the door, still naked as Tom handed me the bill. I said “you’ll be back next week, right Tom?” And he said “I’ll definitely be back, in fact I can come sooner if you’d like!”

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Birthday Bliss

I’m a 24 year old woman who has been happily married for almost four years. I should start out by saying that I have a wonderful husband named Bob whom I love very much. Not only is he a wonderful, caring man but he also makes a six-figure salary and provides us with a very comfortable lifestyle. Although I don’t need to work, I have a part-time job at an art gallery to keep my days filled.

I thought I had the perfect life and didn’t think I could ever do anything to jeopardize my wonderful life and marriage. But several months ago, I did something that has me feeling so guilty I’ve decided to get it off my chest, even if it’s just to an anonymous internet site. I’m too ashamed to talk about it even with my best friend, and I certainly can’t discuss it with my husband.

Before I go into the details of what happened, I should probably mention a few things about my husband’s best friend, Dave. I’ve always secretly thought Dave was gorgeous, but there was never any reason in thinking about it or bringing it to his (or Bob’s) attention. Dave was the best man at our wedding and has been Bob’s closest friend ever since they were kids. I’ve often tried to set Dave up with friends of mine, because he has the sort of looks and easygoing, funny personality that can win over just about any woman. However, just when things would get serious with one of my friends, Dave always seemed to find some way to sabotage the relationship so he could be single again. There’s one other not-so-small detail I should mention about Dave: The huge bulge in his pants, which I’ve tried so hard not to notice but always find myself looking at when I get a chance to do so (and not be noticed). Now, don’t misunderstand me — I’m really not a size queen or anything like that. In fact, my husband’s dick is probably on the small side of average, but he is magnificent with it and always manages to get me off, usually more than once (and he’s fantastic at oral sex). But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in knowing what Dave’s huge cock must look and feel like. It was just something I had pushed out of my mind for all this time.

But one day, a few months back, Bob had gone out of town for a few days to attend a convention. He goes out of town two or three times a year, so this wasn’t anything new — except that this time my birthday was going to fall on one of the days he’d be gone. But I understood how important it was for him to go, and he promised to make it up to me, so I didn’t really mind so much.

On the afternoon of my birthday my best friend and her husband unexpectedly dropped by with some presents and a bottle of wine. My girlfriend and I ended up drinking the entire bottle as we laughed and had a great time. As evening set in, her husband drove her home and they told me we’d all go out when Bob got back in town.

I was all ready to settle in for the evening and start running a bath when I heard the doorbell ring. I was surprised to find Dave at my doorstep with a present and a bottle of champagne. He told me happy birthday, then explained that Bob had called him and asked him to drop by for awhile so I wouldn’t be alone on my birthday (Bob didn’t know my girlfriend had planned to stop by earlier). I told him to come in and, although I was already quite drunk from the wine I had earlier, we opened the bubbly anyway. We had a few glasses and began talking about things. I opened my present from Dave. It was a bottle of my favorite perfume. I was pleasantly surprised he actually knew my brand (Tresor).

I can’t really explain what happened next, other than to say that the alcohol probably caused it. For some reason, as Dave was telling me a really funny story, I felt this sudden wave of uninhibitedness I’d never really before experienced. He just looked so gorgeous sitting there with that grin on his face, and the alcohol (combined with an almost two-week sex drought) had me suddenly feeling very horny.

Almost without consciously thinking about it, right as Dave was in the middle of his story, I suddenly stood up in front of him and quickly removed my shirt. I have very large breasts (and I constantly receive compliments and attention from men on my face and figure) which I sort of thrust out at him in an attempt to immediately command his attention. Boy, did it work! He literally stopped in midsentence and his jaw dropped as his eyes grew to the size of silver dollars.

Still acting completely on instinct, without really thinking about what I was doing, I moved forward and rubbed my breasts in Dave’s shocked face.   I was momentarily jarred out of my trance when Dave actually managed to speak. He said something like “what?…No, we can’t do this….No, no, no, no…”

Feeling my control of the situation suddenly in jeopardy, I responded by quickly pulling off my shorts (I had no panties on under them). My head felt like it was whirling as I stood in front of my husband’s best friend completely naked and drunk on wine mixed with sexual power.
His attempts at denying the situation completely collapsed at this point, as he fell to his knees in front of me and drove his tongue into my pussy. I cried out with pleasure as I felt his strange tongue, so much like my husband’s yet so different, squirming through my pubic hair.  I came almost immediately. He had barely even got started when I cried out in ecstasy.

Then, as I was still recovering from my state of blissful orgasm, the moment I had always wondered about finally came. Dave pulled his shirt off, then quickly undid his belt and dropped his pants. Before he even removed his boxers, I could see how huge his massive member was, now that it was completely hard.

He ripped down his shorts (as best he could have to work them down over that giant erection) and stood in front of me with the biggest hard-on I had ever seen. I can’t even guess how big it was…It was huge — and it was absolutely beautiful.

Once again, my body began doing things on its own, without my really thinking about it. I found myself on my knees in front of him, his giant cock in my hands. After studying it for a good ten seconds, I gently began to stroke it with my hand as I took the circumcised head into my mouth. I’d never been so turned on giving a man head before. I was still dripping wet — something that normally doesn’t happen when I give oral sex. I increased the speed of my stroking as I began bobbing my head to take as much of it as I could into my throat.

I heard Dave moaning like an animal.

For the first time since we started, I felt a little bit of worry creep into my mind. I normally don’t let Bob come in my mouth, but I was starting to think I couldn’t bring myself to say no to Dave. Fortunately, I didn’t have to think about it just then, because Dave suddenly pulled out of my mouth and said (almost breathlessly) “let’s go upstairs.”

I took him up to my bedroom where I threw myself face down on the king-sized bed Bob and I share. I felt Dave’s strong hands grab my hips and pull my ass in the air. As he entered me from behind, I cried out in joy (and just a little bit of pain) because I’d never felt such a huge cock inside me. It was incredible. I actually felt dizzy as he began pounding me with his gargantuan rod. He must have fucked me doggy-style, ramming me at an incredible pace for nearly 15 minutes, during which time I exploded with two orgasms. He finally slowed down a bit, and continued to fuck me for another 5 minutes or so before we switched positions. He laid down on his back and I mounted his still-hard cock. I couldn’t believe he could maintain an erection for this long. Bob never lasts more than fifteen or twenty minutes, but Dave seemed to have a cock made of hard granite.

I rode his cock, happy to be in control of the pace. As I began plunging downward onto him, faster and faster, I finally felt him come inside me as he basically screamed out (if I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was in pain!). His orgasm caused another of my own and we collapsed together.

After lying together for a few minutes, saying nothing as we luxuriated in our feelings of pure pleasure, he crawled on top of me and I could feel that he was already hard again.

He began fucking me missionary style as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. Although I pussy was actually starting to feel quite sore, I was still enjoying everything too much to be bothered. And this time he lasted even longer than before (he would often change his rhythm from fast to slow and back again) before he came again. Although I had already come more times in one night than ever before, I still had another orgasm before he was finally finished.  After we were done, we gently kissed and cuddled as we lay in bed together until we fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke him up by sucking his cock. This time, I actually let him come in my mouth.  I was so sore I didn’t think I could take anymore fucking for awhile.

We then showered together before he got dressed and prepared to leave. We agreed never to tell anybody about what happened (although I’m breaking my promise to him right now). We also agreed to try and never let this happen again, because we both love Bob too much to ever do anything to hurt him.

As he was leaving me with a passionate kiss, I playfully told him how good of a friend he was to Bob for coming over and making sure I wasn’t lonely on my birthday. I told him that he’d given me the best birthday gift ever.

It’s been several months since that beautiful night, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about it. I hope I can always stay faithful to Bob and that this was just a one-time betrayal…But if I ever find myself alone again with Dave, I just don’t know…

Thanks for letting me get this off my mind. Writing this confession has been very therapeutic.

Lisa ~ Atlanta

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Home Run!

I had just gotten out of a four-year relationship, and was not interested in getting right back into another serious alliance. I was happy to be by myself, and enjoy the quiet time alone—the only thing I really missed was the sex. I found myself longing for all the joys of a one-night stand without any of the responsibility of a relationship. I wanted a man’s hands to roam my body, his tongue to explore me, and his cock to become hard in my hand.

My friend had invited me to a baseball game in her hometown, and I decided to take her up on it. To me baseball was a little boring, but I did love to look at the players’ butts in those tight uniforms. In my current state of mind, I thought visual stimulation from some healthy specimens might do just the trick. The day of the game turned out to be warm and sunny. I decided to wear tight denim shorts and a white tank top to accentuate my curvy assets in case I saw a ball player worthy of rounding my bases.

The minute we sat down on thebleachers, the perfect recruit caught my eye. He was the assistant coach, young— about 20 years old— with a sexy goatee and dark brown, curly hair that wildly jutted from under his cap. I immediately noticed how his muscles filled out the uniform. His shirt was just a bit too small, hugging his torso in all the right places, making the view all the better. I knew I would enjoy this game after all, now that I could fantasize about him throughout every inning.

He then turned around to face the field and I not only noticed his firm round buns, but also saw that the name on the back of his uniform said O’Conner.

“Who is that?” I asked my friend hoping she could give me some information about this hottie.

“The assistant coach?” she questioned.

I nodded.

“I went to school with his older brother. If good fucks run in the family, you’ll have it made. I’ll introduce you after the game.”

I couldn’t wait. I could hardly concentrate on the game as my mind ran wild, fantasizing about having this sexy young thing at my will. My mouth was watering thinking about his cock between my lips and his hand firmly stroking my pussy.

The innings flew by in a fantasy-laden haze, as I daydreamed about all of the ways I’d like to seduce this image of masculine perfection. His athleticism was sure to provide an amazing amount of stamina and I couldn’t help but excitedly anticipate the sexual marathons that might lie ahead. After the game my friend introduced us. He was even better looking up close. He had light brown eyes, and deliciously full lips. He was nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another. This was going to be more fun than I had imagined!

“Nice to meet you,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. I took his hand and pulled him closer to me.

“Meet me in the dugout tonight at ten o’clock,” I whispered in his ear.

He smiled and turned red. I immediately got wet from excitement and anticipation, then walked back to the car before he could come up with an excuse.

When ten o’clock finally came, I was waiting in the dugout with a bottle of wine and some candles. I had played the entire evening in my mind hundreds of times since the afternoon and became more excited with every new erotic daydream. I looked at my watch. I feared that he was going to stand me up, but just then I saw some headlights. I grinned to myself, amused that I had learned so much about the opposite sex in my 28 years.

When he entered the dugout the candlelight surrounded him. He had on blue jeans and a flannel shirt and looked even yummier than he had earlier. He smelled of cologne and toothpaste. I enjoyed the thought of him getting ready for his date with me. Had he been thinking about this moment as much as I had been throughout the day?

As I asked him to sit down and poured him a glass of wine, it occurred to me that I was serving alcohol to a minor. I giggled to myself.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” he admitted. “This is only my second time with a woman. The firsttime went so quick. I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

He seemed so sweet and sincere and his sexual inexperience only intensified my lust.

“Just sit back and enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about me. You gave me the biggest thrill just by showing up.” Little did I know that I was in for much bigger thrills.

Slowly I removed his shirt and began kissing his sculpted chest and smooth neck, working my way up to his ears. He let out a small moan. I licked his lips and started to suckle them tenderly. They were so soft and sensual and his breath tasted sweet. To my surprise he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in harder and closer. Within seconds, he went from a shy innocent to a raging, virile, young Don Juan.

Our kisses became deep and passionate and his tongue sent shivers down my spine. He lifted my shirt over my head and began to kiss my breasts as he fumbled with the clasp on my bra. Helping him, I took it off. His smile of satisfaction beamed in the glow of the candles while he heatedly rubbed my two mounds of flesh. I stood and slowly removed my tight jeans, revealing my black thong underwear. He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him, kissing my pierced belly button. He rolled his tongue around my navel and I could feel myself getting wet. I knelt down and began to unbutton his jeans.

His swelled member throbbed beneath the denim and I was dying to feel him inside of me. Once I removed his boxers, I let my mouth consume his rock-hard cock. I licked and sucked until he moaned so loudly, I thought that he was going to explode in my mouth. I slowly drew my lips from his throbbing member.

He removed my panties and sat me down on the bench, working his way down my body, kissing me softly on my thighs. Then, as if some animal had taken control of him, he pushed my legs open and began eating and sucking me until I came so hard, I thought that I would never come back down to earth. I gazed at his young face and saw a wonderful look of satisfaction. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to feel that long, hard dick inside my aching pussy.

We both laid down on the soft blanket I had spread out on the bottom of the dugout and he plunged his dick into my pulsating pussy. I don’t think I ever wanted a cock as badly as I wanted his. He dove deep inside of me and touched all of my most tender areas causing euphoric rushes to overtake my body. He felt incredible.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and my heart and the rest of my body wanted him so badly that I knew this would be one of the best sexual experiences of my life. Moving my hips back and forth on him, I could feel myself coming, and he exploded along with me. My body shook, and my breath was heavy. It felt amazing, but I was sad it was over.

We sat quiet and still for a few minutes, and then as if he read my mind, I could feel him get hard again. Youth was a wonderful thing, and I was in for a long, hard night!

by Rebecca Larson

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Traffic Jammin’

Julie finds erotic bliss on a backed up interstate hwy…

Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway!

I had just finished a double shift at the hospital. My relief was a Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get out of there sooner than I expected. I was exhausted but still keyed up, and I wanted to get home and shower. But first, I had to pick up the girls at my mother’s and stop and get something for dinner. Of course, the air-conditioner in the car still didn’t work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade, anyway!

I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam.

Usually, at four in the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was slow, just starting the after-work rush hour, but it moved. Today, the traffic was at a complete stop. My guess was there was a very large accident somewhere ahead.

With my foot taking root in the brake pedal, my mind began to drift. Still a little buzzed on all the coffee and a couple of the little red pills I took to help me through the double shift, my mind began zinging around, thinking about getting the girls, debating McDonalds or Chinese for dinner, wondering why Frank couldn’t ever pick up dinner on HIS way home, relaxing in the shower…

…all of a sudden, I broke out of my deep reverie to realize that I was staring at the most beautiful naked chest I had ever seen in my life. And it was only two feet from my eyes!

It was gorgeous! Tan and glistening in the bright sunlight, the skin was taut over rippled muscles. I watched in pure and complete fascination and delight as a drop of sweat rolled off the left shoulder, slicing through the patina of dust and pollen, down past the beautiful, dark rose nipple, over the rib section, down past the navel, and into the band at the top of the shorts. I was breathing fast through my clenched teeth and had trouble swallowing.

“Like to take a picture, pretty lady?”

My concentration broken, I shifted my gaze up to the chest’s face. He was young, late high school, early college at the oldest, sitting on a cooler in the back of a pick-up truck with several other snickering boys — the truck had some landscaper’s name on the door.

The face on top of that chest was beautiful.

His hair was thick, sun-lightened and matted to his forehead with sweat. His large blue eyes shined like they were back-lit. Full lips. Deeply-tanned, prominent cheekbones. Strong chin, 2-day beard. This boy-man was any female’s erotic daydream!

Traffic started to move!

I panicked! I didn’t want to loose this kid! I wasn’t ready to stop looking at him, yet!

What was happening to me? I had never felt like this, before! I was excited and desperate for this feeling not to end. I had never done anything like this in my life! I had never cheated on Frank in our 9 years of married life, and I really wasn’t thinking it through that far; I just wanted more of that chest and that face. I wanted to feel him!

My car jerked to a stop beside the truck, again.

“I want more than a picture,” I said, “can I give you a ride?”

Over the “woofs” and “ooo’s” of the other boys, the face smiled and blushed, “Thanks, I have a ride. I don’t need one.”

“Well, how about a fuck, then? Do you need one of those?” At the same time I was saying it, I couldn’t believe I was SAYING it!

Traffic started to move again, and the truck lurched ahead.

“Hurry!” I shouted through the open window.

To the high-fives of his friends, the face and chest jumped out of the moving truck, grabbed his lunch cooler, ran back between the lanes, opened the passenger door, and flopped into the passenger seat, smiling.

He looked at me, in my whites, “A nurse, huh? My name is Doug.”

I smiled back and immediately moved the car over to the right, cutting off cars in two lanes, and pulling off the Beltway at the next exit.

It was that easy? Are all men that easy?

Just off the ramp were several motels, two national chains and a small, sleazy looking independent. I didn’t have to think twice about my choice. I filled out the registration, broke the hundred-dollar bill I keep for emergencies, and grabbed the key the old man threw on the counter.

The room was three doors down from the office, and I was turning the air-conditioner up to “HIGH” by the time Doug walked into the room.

“I better shower,” he said.

“No.”

“But I’m dirty and sweaty. I’ve been working outside all day.”

I was unzipping my uniform, “No, I want you just like you are, right now. Sweat and dirt and everything!”

He got the hint and started untying his boots. I dropped my uniform to the floor and peeled off my pantyhose. My slip, bra and panties piled up at the foot of the bed. I ripped the spread off the bed and sat watching Doug.

He saw me watching and made a little production out of dropping his khaki shorts and boxers. The band of clean, white skin shone in the dark room. His dick was hard and bobbed up and down.

“Great tits. You sure are sexy,” he started, “what’s…”

“Don’t talk, Doug. I didn’t bring you here to talk.”

He climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs.

“Do it, Doug! God dammit! Do it!”

And he did. His body fell on top of me and his cock banged around between my legs, searching for my slit. One quick maneuver with my hand and Doug lunged his hardness home.

He was fucking me!

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and my legs around his thighs. I could smell his sweat and feel the gritty dirt on his skin. He slammed into me, causing me to gasp from the force.

I shifted weight and rolled us both over. Now, he was on his back and I was riding his hips. His hands moved up to my tits, roughly cupping them, pinching the nipples, and I settled my hands back on his thighs, pumping him in and out.

He grunted once. Then again. He was cumming! So fast!

I pumped my cunt up and down until his breathing slowed and he opened his eyes. “Oh, wow, Lady! That was great! How about you?”

“Not yet. Don’t move.”

I slid my cunt off his softening cock and then moved my face over his crotch. He dick was a mess, covered with cum. His sweat smell was strong.

Then I did something I had never done, before — I leaned forward and sucked a wet cock into my mouth. His cum taste was strong and the texture was gooey, but I didn’t care. I licked the soft underside and sucked on the bulb of pink flesh at the end. I licked his damp and musky balls. My finger searched for his anus (another first!) and I felt his cock begin to harden in my mouth as I pushed a finger up his ass. In a moment, he was hard enough.

I knelt on the bed and put my head down to the mattress, wiggling my ass at his face, “Here! Fuck me!”

He knelt behind me and shoved it up my cunt. No talent, no finesse, no style, attacking me with a blunt instrument — he was perfect for what I needed. In a few strokes, I was lit up and cumming like a three-dollar whore.

Doug was young and it now showed. He slammed his meat into me for nearly twenty more minutes before he came. I was on one steady come, hitting heights ever few minutes. When he come, he collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed, scratching my shoulder with his beard. We were both breathing hard.

“God! You are one hot woman! You really wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?”

I managed a nod.

He finally got up and went into the bathroom. I was dressed and tying my shoes when he came out.

“Are we done? Where are you going? I don’t even know your name!”

“I have a life, Doug, and I have to get back to it. You were great, and just what I needed. Thanks.”

“Well, wait up. I need a ride home!”

I put three twenties on the bureau. “You can have the room till tomorrow morning, if you want. Here’s some cash. Watch a movie, have a pizza delivered, and take a cab home. On me. I have to get going.”

As I closed the door I heard him mumble, “You crazy bitch!”

I pulled up in front of my mother’s house and beeped the horn. My daughters, 5 and 7, came running out and I waved at their Granny as I pulled away.

Melissa, the 12 year old, looked over at me, “Wow, Mom, what
have you been doing? You look a mess”

Krissy concurred from the back seat, “Yeah, your hair looks terrible.”

I asked them about their day and we went through McDonald’s Drive-Thru without incident. At home, Frank was just getting out of his car as we pulled up. He waited and then kissed us all on the cheeks.

“Hi, Honey. You look like you had a tough day.”

“Yeah, it was long and hard. The girls already told me my hair was a mess. They just don’t appreciate the effort I went to, to get it looking this way!”

He tousled it with his hand, “I noticed, but I thought it looked sexy. How was the traffic on your end?”

I smiled at him, “Well, Dear, the Beltway was a real mess. I won’t soon forget today’s traffic jam. This one guy was really zipping in and out, then he got behind me, and he just wouldn’t get off my ass.”

Frank patted my shoulder, “I know, Julie, there are some real fucking assholes out there.”

“You can say that again, Honey.”

Maybe the guilt would come later. Then, again, maybe it won’t!

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Office Fling

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When we hired somebody new at work, I was pretty disappointed. I mean, was good-looking, but he seemed so shy. Also, he said I was off limits because I was married. Well, sure, I’m married, but my husband is out of town every other week. A girl gets lonely, you know. Besides, I could think of about a dozen things I’d like to do to the boy, and I knew he’d enjoy every one of them. So I started dropping hints that I was willing to play around. Chris still kept his distance, so I started telling him some of my hottest sex stories. He enjoyed them all right, I could tell, but he still wouldn’t make a move.

Finally we got to work together on a slow day, just the two of us. I was bending over to put some papers away when he pressed up against me. It was just for a minute, but long enough for me to feel his hard cock bulge. When he followed me back into my office, I knew things were about to get interesting. I’m not sure who kissed who first. I just know that his tongue was in my mouth and his hands were on my ass and his cock was pressing against me.

I untucked his shirt and ran my hands over his chest, down his stomach, to his jeans. I knew we had to hurry, so I unzipped his pants. When I pulled his dick out, I was
impressed as hell. Seven inches of thick, thick meat pointed straight at me. I sank to my knees and inhaled as much as I could. His cock head bumped against the back of my throat. His hands tangled in my hair, pushing my head down farther. Mmm, he tasted so good. My tongue was all overhim, and he was loving every bit of it.

“Don’t stop,” he said.

His balls were slapping against my chin, and his meat was so far downmy throat that I could barely breathe. Not that I was complaining at all. I was getting so hot that the
crotch of my jeans was soaked. My nipples were rubbing against my shirt, and I was so horny that I was pinching my nipples. Chris came then, filling my throat with his warm, sticky cum.

We weren’t stopping there. I sucked him hard again, then stood up to pull my jeans down. His fingers found my wet snizz and slid in deep. One finger, two, then three, in and out so fast. I couldn’t wait to have his pole inside me. I spread my legs as far as my jeans would let me, then bent over, giving him easy assess.

“Stick it in me,” I begged.

He pushed that huge hunk of meat into me slowly, inch by inch, until I was packed full. It felt better than any dick I’d had in years. He got a rhythm going, pumping me hard while I talked dirty.

“Yeah, fuck me harder! Feels so good!”

I reached down and touched myself, enjoying the feel of him fucking in and out of me. I couldn’t stop moaning, it felt so good.

He held my hips and pounded my snatch raw. When I came, my cunt clenched tight around his tool. He rammed all the way in and sprayed my box full of jizz. The front door opened just as I was pulling my jeans up. How’s that for timing? Next time we’ll remember to lock the damn door.

-J.N.
Wichita Falls, Texas

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Side Order Of Sex

I waited impatiently for my roommate to come and pick me up from work. I had just finished closing the restaurant after a tiring day of waiting on short-tempered tourists and vacationers and all I wanted was a diet soda, a good book, and a hot bath. I sighed as I checked my watch for the umpteenth time, 11 o’clock-a half hour late.

“Ride not coming?” a deep voice sounded behind me.  I turned and looked up into the deep blue eyes of Matt, one of the cooks at the restaurant.

“My roommate is always late,” I explained, clutching my book and purse to my chest. I’d had a crush on Matt since my first day at the oceanfront restaurant. All the girls that came in for meals wanted him and who could blame them? He was tan, muscular, and had intense blue eyes that seemed to look right through a woman and into her soul. But I was shy so I kept my feelings to myself and only fantasized about him alone in bed.

“I could give you a ride,” he said huskily as he looked up and down my petite body. My waist was tiny and my little black skirt hugged my hips in all the right places. My breasts looked small in my white T-shirt, but they looked firm and round. Just right for caressing. He stepped closer and breathed in my faint perfume.
My heart began to pound as he inched closer. I looked into his eyes and saw the raw passion aflame in the blue depths. I took a step back and ran into the wall next to one of the tables.

“Ummm, that’s okay, Matt. I’m sure that she will be here any second.”

He smiled at me, showing off his beautiful, white teeth. “That’s not what 1 was talking about, honey.”

He stepped even closer so that his powerful thighs were brushing against mine. My entire body was on fire and each touch brought me closer and closer to the edge. He brushed his thumb over my soft lips and then bent down to gently touch his lips to mine. I gasped as our skin touched and he took that opportunity to ease his tongue into my mouth. I moaned at the carnality of the kiss and began to melt against him. I dropped my purse and book onto the floor and brought my hands up to feel his powerful chest. His strong arms banded around me and brought me closer to him. My body melded to him in perfect harmony. He lifted my hips so that the cleft between my thighs fit snugly against his growing erection.

I was surprised at my own aggressiveness; I had never done this before, yet I wanted more, harder and faster. He dragged his mouth from mine and began sucking on my neck. Nipping, then sweetly kissing where he had bit.

“I would be lying if I told you that I haven’t wondered how it would feel to have those sexy legs draped over my shoulders,” he whispered sexily in her ear, the heat of his body radiating over her quivering body.

He began kissing her again, more aggressively and hungrier and I eagerly met his hunger. Between my legs throbbed with desire and almost on cue, his hand traveled up between her inner thighs, his fingers leaving trails of fire as they moved upward until they touched her through her panties. She bucked against him as he began to feel her.

His eyes locked on hers as his fingers pushed aside her panties and entered her and I writhed against him. Drawing her hips closer so that his fingers could go deeper, he began exploring her wet folds and caressing her clit. With his free hand, he led her small hand to his cock and curved her feminine fingers over his bulging erection. He groaned at the heady combination of pain and pleasure.

“Say it; say that you want me,” he pleaded.

“I want you,” I gasped, my head spinning with all the pleasurable sensations. I rubbed his cock and felt myself getting wetter as he got harder. Desperate to feel the rest of me, he removed his fingers from my tight, wet pussy and began stroking my body. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked upwards, revealing my white lace bra. He growled with desire and he began kissing and tasting my skin.

He dragged his mouth and tongue down to my breasts while his fingers expertly unhooked my bra. He took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking hard and I could feel his muscles tighten as I massaged his package, feeling him throbbing inside his pants. I wanted him. Now.

“Now. I want you now Matt,” I breathed as he pushed me towards the table. He raised my skirt above my hips and his eyes locked on her white, lace panties. He gripped the crotch of them and wrenched them away, his control almost going over the edge when he saw her tight pussy. He buried his face between my legs and I cried out as his tongue found my most sensitive spot. He began sucking and licking every part of me, flicking my clit with his expert tongue. As my cries intensified, he eased two fingers into me and began rubbing my clit in tiny circles. I arched her hips, urging him in deeper then grabbed his head and held him against my body as I thrust my hips to meet his tongue. He heard me shriek as I came in a wave of wetness that he eagerly drank up.

Afterwards, he gazed at me with his azure eyes. “Now you’re ready for me.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his shaft, burying himself to the hilt with one thrust, his thick cock stretching me so much, I knew I’d be wonderfully sore in the morning. Quickly, he pulled out and pulled me up to face him, then turned me around and bent me over the table. Again he thrust into me deeply, burying himself to the hilt and I shrieked as he fucked me hard and fast. His control to the breaking point, with a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and they came together in an orgasm so powerful it left me sobbing and him groaning and biting her back. It felt as if we would come forever.

As he softened inside of me, he kissed my back and rubbed my breasts. He gently pulled out and turned me around once more until we stood facing each other. Our chests heaving from the excursion, our bodies slick with sweat and the musky scent of sex still clinging to the salty air. “I’ll take you home honey,” he said huskily, “so that we can find a bed and get serious.”

~Renee

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Secret Shopper

I couldn’t believe how sexy he was. At least 6′7″ tall, he had black hair, blue eyes, a mustache and goatee and a smile with dimples that made him look like innocent. But I knew he wasn’t. I had heard quite a few lurid details from his girlfriend, my boss. And I owed her big or I would never have agreed to this deceit.

I made eye contact and felt a strong tension begin to build. His girlfriend had hired me to see if he would cheat. Looking over his muscular build and settling my gaze on the bulge in his crotch I decided to have a little mercy on him. If he even flirted a little bit I would give him sex to make up for the trouble he would be in later.

I held his gaze and he smiled back, meeting my challenge. I slowly moved a little closer. I knew the store would be empty around this time. I also knew there was couch in the back room, hidden behind the two-way mirror.

He moved closer to me and I could smell his cologne, faint and musky. His soft voice caressed my ear, “Can I help you?”

I let the strap of my sundress fall off my shoulder as I turned to face him. His eyes strayed to my cleavage. Blatantly staring at my breasts, he was definitely in trouble.

“Yes,” I answered sweetly. Boldly I took his hand and placed it on my cleavage. “I think you can.”A look of understanding spread across his face. He smiled and caressed my breasts through the sheer fabric. He took my hand, led me into the back office, and closed the door behind us. I leaned against the door, ran my tongue slowly over my lips, and let the other strap of my dress fall.

He sprang into action. The first kiss was slow and full of passion. He trailed kisses down my neck and across my breasts, nibbling as he ran his hands over my body.

He took my hand and placed it on his large erection. I gasped as he lowered my dress and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently and circling it with his tongue. I could feel myself growing wet as I rubbed his erection through his pants, stroking it.

He slid his hands up my dress and discovered I wasn’t wearing panties. “Oh God,” he said, “I must be dreaming. Thank you. Thank you, Thank you.” He slid a finger into my wetness and I pressed myself against his hand.

I wanted him so badly I pushed him back towards the couch. Temporarily off balance, he sat down hard. I didn’t give him time to recover. I slid his zipper down and found he wasn’t wearing underwear either. I pulled his thick, erect cock out, straddled him and lowered myself onto him, taking that long, thick shaft deep inside me. He put his hands on my butt and began lifting and lowering me, controlling our pace.

I moaned in pleasure as he slid in and out and I circled my hips as our bodies met. He claimed my lips in another kiss and I nibbled his lower lip as he fondled my breasts. Each stroke felt so good, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

The moderate pace began to get to me. I needed more. I grabbed the back of the couch for support and rode him faster and harder. Grinding against him with each stroke, I slammed myself onto him hard and fast. As I felt the first wave of orgasm begin to take hold, he picked me up and moved us both to the floor.

He climbed on top and moved my legs over his shoulders as he plunged into me, thrusting hard and fast.”Oh God. Yes! It feels so good,” I cried out. “Yes, harder, faster, take me! Please give it to me.”He moaned and thrust harder and deeper. My pleasure spiraled through my entire body causing my toes to curl up. I screamed in pleasure as I came. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” Still riding the wave of pleasure, I rose my hips to meet his thrusts.

So lost in the sensations, neither of us noticed the tall dark-haired man come into the store and stare through the two-way mirror. About to orgasm yet again, I raised my eyes to see the handsome man. He appeared to be watching us and the thrill of it pushed me over the edge. My body tightened and I begin to shake.

“Oh yes, come for me baby,” he cried out as his whole body spasmed. One last hard thrust buried him deep inside me and he came, riding my wave while enjoying his own climax. Finished and calmer now, he looked up.

“Uh-oh. That’s my boss. Hell, he shouldn’t care too much. With all the stuff he does back here with his girlfriend Ali, he would be a hypocrite to say anything.”

I bit back a giggle. Ali was my boss’s name and apparently the man on the other side of the window had been my intended target. Looking at my new friend I just smiled and tousled his hair.

~Bella

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Carnival Ride

I’ve always loved carnivals, particularly Ferris wheels. I stood nearby and watched the colorful lights blink in time to the festive music while the metal seats dipped and swayed as they traveled round and round. I’d always wanted to fuck atop the Ferris wheel. I need a partner, I thought.

I scanned the area and spotted a handsome hunk watching me. I walked toward him, my hips swinging in my cut off denim shorts and my fingers eagerly opening the buttons on my tiny red halter-top. “I have this fantasy,” I said in a sultry tone. I reached one hand to his crotch, feeling his cock beginning to swell. “I want to fuck on the Ferris wheel while it’s stopped high above the crowd. Are you interested?”

“I’m interested,” he replied, covering my hand with his.

The man running the control eyed us as we got in line. My nipples jutted forward in tight buds and when I pressed a twenty into the operator’s hand, he smiled and nodded knowingly. I felt so hot I could hardly wait to get to the top, especially since I knew the guy on the ground would be peering upward, trying to watch us.

We slid into the seat and snuggled against each other, his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders, our hips pressed together. The metal bar locked across our laps, securing us safely inside, but once we lifted off, my willing stud and I were already petting heavily. I covered his hard cock with my hand, raking my red acrylic nails across his hot bulge and he slid his fingers inside my top and tweaked my ripe nipples. I had to stifle a little squeal as the wheel took us higher in the air.

I scanned the crowd below. Several people had their eyes pinned on us. I hoped they stayed and watched. There’s something so erotic about fucking and having someone watch!

As the Ferris wheel came closer to bringing us to the top, I grew more eager to slip out of my shorts. I wanted my ass bare so I could feel the breeze blowing against my clit. My lover had ideas of his own-he pushed the bar off our laps, then he pushed his hand between my thighs, opening my knees. When he slipped his hand inside my shorts, it was all I could do to keep from squealing my delight.

“Suck my nipples,” I urged, opening my top and pushing one tit in his face. He grinned and grabbed my tight rosebud eagerly, sucking it inside his hot mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

The wheel rose higher and higher. I looked down at the couple in the lower seat-he was fondling her tit while she groped his cock. Suddenly the wheel stopped, making our seat swing back and forth.

“We’re on top,” I said. “Time to fuck.”

I wiggled around and slipped out of my shorts while he unzipped his jeans and hauled out his hard cock. It was beautiful and I couldn’t resist dipping my head and giving its bulbous tip a quick wet lick. “I’m so fucking hot!” I confessed. I started to straddle his cock but he pushed my legs open and rubbed my clit until I almost came on his hand! “Fuck me now!” I said.

I straddled his cock and came down hard on it. My hot cavern gobbled it up and I let a little mew slide between my lips. It felt so good! The metal seat began to swing as we began to move. He clutched my naked ass in his big hands and shoved into me hard, just the way I like it.

I wound my arms around his muscled shoulders and rode his cock like a bucking bronco.

He was so big and long; so hot and hard. I glimpsed the couple in the seat right beneath us; they were getting in on too! I could see his hard cock in the woman’s moving fist and she was lounging back in the seat as he stroked her pussy!

“Oh honey!” I exclaimed. “I’m going to come!”

I felt the orgasm begin in my crotch and spread into my belly. It was exquisite! A crescendo of tingling sensations shot along my limbs. The metal seat rocked with our movements and a squeal of delight leapt from my throat as the orgasm came full bloom!

“You’re a great piece of ass!” he said as he reached his own orgasm. He sucked my left nipple inside his mouth and lathed it with his tongue, making my orgasm feel more intense.

“You’re so good. Maybe we could fuck on the Octopus next,” I invited, my lips pressed against his ear.

“That’s a really wild ride.” The thought of continuing our little sex game on another ride aroused me all over.

The seat rocked back and forth as my lover milked his cock, sliding it in and out of my cave. Finally, we separated; it was time to come down. We were spent, panting, yet quickly growing eager for more. “Play with me,” I invited, hunching my hips towards him.

He kissed me roughly, driving his mouth hard against mine as he rammed his fingers inside me. I knew then that he wanted more of me.

“Pick a ride,” he said, grinning at me. “And I’ll shut it down. Then we can play.”

I locked gazes with him as he pulled my nipple into his mouth again.

“Is this your carnival?” I asked, my insides quivering in anticipation.

He released my nipple and winked at me. “Welcome to the midway, baby.”

~Barbara

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Careful

It was so hot out, well over eighty degrees, and I could feel sweat trickling between my large breasts as I lay gazing at the water. I needed to feel its coolness. I stepped into the blue water and a shiver ran through my body. I walked slowly, savoring the feeling until I couldn’t stand it any longer and dove under, letting the water sooth my burning skin.

I wasn’t paying much attention to where I swam; all I cared about was the corporeal feeling of the water wrapping me into its cool embrace. Then all of a sudden I ran into a solid chest. I sputtered and tried to get my feet under me. A pair of strong arms pulled me to a standing position.

I steadied myself against the man’s muscular shoulders. He brushed my hair back and I looked up into the most gorgeous face. His skin was a caramel tan. His dark eyes were warm and friendly and his lips were turned up in a sexy smile that showed off the dimples in his cheek.

My breath caught in my throat as my hands slipped down to his rock hard chest. I could feel his nipples like small stones under the softness of my palm. His hands, which had been wrapped firmly my waist, slipped down to my ass as he pulled me closer. “Careful,” he whispered.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his face, his luscious lips. His thigh rubbed against my own smooth legs. I could feel a warmth enveloping me that had nothing to do with the sun. I looked into his eyes and found a look of desire there that mirrored the passion I was feeling for him.

My heartbeat sped up and my lips tingled with the caress of his lips. He tasted of salt water, a cool mint, and something indescribably male. I could feel his hard shaft pressed against the softness of my stomach. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know his name, my body knew what it wanted and that was all that mattered.

The water lapped at my breasts, teasing my nipples. I ran my finger between his shorts and his smooth skin as he lowered his head to kiss my neck. His mouth on my body was like fire on ice.

I slowly slid my hand further into his shorts until I found his cock. I lightly ran my fingers up and down his length and around the head. “Careful. You may get more than you want,” he whispered in a strained voice.

I knew that I couldn’t stop now. I wanted to feel his thick cock in my hot cunt. I tightened my grip to let him know just how much I wanted him. He reached down and cupped my throbbing pussy in his hand and I could feel a rush of heat building in the core of my body.

My breath came in shallow gasps as he slipped his fingers under my bikini and into my hot pussy. He caressed my folds lightly with his fingers; gently pushing his fingers in and then pulling them out. I began to tremble as his fingers rubbed my clit, harder and faster. He pinched my tiny nub between his thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly.

I arched my hips against him as my hand moved over his cock faster. My legs felt weak as a wave of ecstasy washed over me. I felt like crying out with pleasure, but before I could, his mouth covered my own. The shudders that ran through my body shook me to my very core. But the burning desire was still there. I wanted to feel his cock inside me.

As if reading my mind he lifted me slightly so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. I placed my hands around his neck and let my fingers sink into the rich thickness of his hair. His cock slid into my wet pussy, filling me completely. I ran my fingers down the side of his cheek over his light stubble. He caught my middle finger in his mouth and sucked lightly and a shiver of ecstasy ran through my body.

I rocked against his body and the water lapped at us as our movements became more intense. We were grinding and pulling against each other in a frenzy. I no longer cared if someone noticed. If only I could reach that place of nirvana. I could feel it building up inside me as his hips slammed into me again and again…faster…harder…. His cock rammed into me one last time and I felt his come deep inside me right before my body shook with the spasms of my own sweet release. I shook as I reached my nirvana…wave after sweet wave of release.

We pulled apart and kissed. Still close to one another, I looked up into his eyes and saw the he too still wanted more. I began kissing his neck and ears as he took my breast in his hand, running his thumb over my hard nipple. He bent to kiss my lips and whispered, “Careful. You may start something again.”

And that was just fine with me.

~Raina

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Campfire Thrill

The mist was beginning to swirl around my feet as I headed up the last few feet to my campsite. I shivered as the cool evening air cut through my clothes. It wasn’t one of my smartest plans going camping in March, but catching my boyfriend of two years bonking my supposed best friend was just a bit much. Escaping to the mountains was just what I needed to get my head on straight.

As far as I knew there was only one other person nearby-a botanist named Joe Silversmith had a cabin a few miles south. I’d only seen him from a distance, but boy did he look fine. Well over six feet, he had chestnut colored hair that brushed the collar of his flannel shirt. I couldn’t see what color his eyes were, but I could see just how nicely he filled out his worn jeans.

I didn’t bother with a fire; I was exhausted from hauling all my supplies up the mountain from my Jeep. Stepping into my tent, I quickly slipped out of my clothes and pulled on my flannel gown, grabbed a diet Pepsi and a sandwich out of my small cooler, and lay down on my sleeping bag. I focused on just how cozy I’d be if Joe were to visit me. I just couldn’t keep my thoughts away from the handsome botanist. I imagined his large rough hands stroking my body until I was writhing beneath him, begging for him to take me. My breath quickened as my hands slipped under my gown and pressed my breasts together. God, I wished I had him there to suck my nipples. My eyes drifted closed as I pinched and pulled the taut tips of my breasts, each sharp tug sending liquid heat deep inside my cunt.

Shifting, I raised my gown and spread my thighs. My fingers slid through my hot, aching folds and I rubbed my clit, pushing my body closer to climax. Just as the first sweet contractions pulsed inside me, I heard a low voice outside my tent.

“Hello, are you in there?”

Still caught in the first throes of my orgasm, I could only croak, “Yes.”

“It’s Joe Silversmith. I’m coming in,” he said just as his head and broad shoulders pushed inside.I didn’t have time to lower my gown or move my fingers from between my legs. “Oh God,” I groaned, feeling my face flame with embarrassment.

Joe’s dark chocolate brown eyes gleamed with excitement as he moved further into the tent. Belatedly, I moved to lower my gown. His large hand shot out to stop me and lay warm against my thigh. “Don’t,” he whispered, slipping off his boots and clothes. “I saw you earlier and you intrigued me. I just couldn’t keep away.”

Seeing the passion on his handsome face, I held my arms out to him. As he pulled the gown over my head, I stared at him in fascination. He was perfect. Large, sculpted muscles lightly dusted with chestnut hair across his chest. When my gaze found his cock I had to reach out to touch it. The hard, satiny rod throbbed in my hands. I couldn’t wait for him to fill me. “Joe,” I begged softly.

Carefully, he lowered his chest to my aching breasts until the hard tips were pressed firmly against his hot skin. I rubbed his hard cock through my slick folds. He growled and lifted my hips until just the head of his penis lay throbbing inside my cunt. He felt my readiness and pressed slowly inside me. He was a big man and for a minute I wondered if I’d be able to take all of him. He reached between our bodies and lightly stroked my clit. My hovering climax returned swift and hard as I arched wildly up into his downward thrust, taking every hard, perfect inch of him. His cock was so long and thick that when I started to come around him, he just held perfectly still, letting my inner muscles bring him to his own release.

A rough groan was forced from his throat as he filled me with hot come. Shudders racked his large frame as the ecstasy washed over him. “I knew you’d feel wonderful under me,” he rasped. Joe rolled on to his back, taking me with him so I was sitting astride him. He was still hard and I gasped as he filled me to my core. “Take it at your own pace,” he encouraged with a sly smile tipping the corners of his sexy lips.

Amazingly, at his gentle teasing, I felt a quick return of need. I clamped down on his cock and watched fires spark in his eyes. He caught my hips in his large hands and began to move me up and down on his shaft. I closed my eyes and let him set the pace. I could feel his chest rise and fall under my hands as he pulled me down, his lips catching mine in a hot, wild kiss.

I pressed down on him, his pubic bone caressing my clit as I raced for my pleasure. His breath rasped in his chest and I felt him pound harder into me. Suddenly, I felt the tremors begin deep inside me. “Please don’t stop,” I begged, arching wildly against him. He pumped harder into me, as he came with me.

“You’re amazing,” he said, kissing me gently on the lips.

“I think I’m going to like camping out this season,” I teased breathlessly before collapsing weakly across his massive chest, happily fulfilled.

~Deborah

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