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Taking a deep breath, which brought my eyes to her chest, she looked me in the eye and said, “I’m not sure, but I have a very good idea that he’ll find out, or maybe even knows already.” Instead of nodding, this time she answered me in a low whisper, “Yes.” Her breathing had gotten faster; her finger was moving between her lips with increasing speed and vigor. A line of saliva briefly connected her lips and my cock, but it was broken as she panted for breath, even as her hand continued to work her pussy. With her blond hair, not to mention the cum drying on her face, she still looked like “Amber,” but my wife’s way of talking and touching me was pushing her new alter-ego aside.
My cock got hard with every text exchange, and the idea of doing the things she wanted wormed its way into my head and wouldn’t leave. I wondered if I’d have guessed librarian if I hadn’t known, but either way, I imagined pushing her to her knees, taking a rough handful of her hair, and fucking her delicate-looking mouth as hard as I wanted. I thrust my hips against her face, making her feel my cock against her cheeks and lips, enjoying the sensation. “Do you want me to fuck your ass?” I asked, touching the tip of my cock to her clenched anus.
When she kissed her way down my body and took my cock in her mouth, I couldn’t believe that it was happening, that Alma Beauchamps Calder was going down on me. And after that second wonderful encounter, when I licked her lovely pussy to two intense orgasms, and later emptied myself into her mouth, I felt like the king of the world. I didn’t know that then, though, and there was something mystifyingly incongruous about the sight of Allie, clearly aroused by being on her knees, blindfolded, her hands tied behind her back. It was the most passionate blowjob I had experienced to date, and since I didn’t want to have our session end too quickly, I pulled completely away and took a step back.
I hadn’t done that in a long time, as I’d found it more depressing than arousing, having the bored dancer fake moan about how sexy I was and how turned on she was as she chewed her gum and looked relieved at the end of each song. I hope she’d come talk to me, though I realized that with only two girls there, it was likely that more than a few of the other men would want lap dances from her, especially since she was the most attractive woman I’d yet seen at the club.
“What are you doing?” I asked, “I thought we were going to --” I felt vaguely silly, standing in her room naked, my cock hard and bobbing in front of me, eager for her. Before I had had a chance to recover (have I mentioned I’m easily flustered when things don’t go the way I think they will?), Beth slid down the bed a bit. It would be a reversal of positions, and it would leave me and Beth with the upper hand that Katie had taken when she had left so abruptly, having rubbed herself to a quick orgasm while she sucked me but left me unsatisfied. Whatever it was, I got the sense that Katie had the upper hand, and I didn’t like it, out of loyalty to my Beth.
I feel movement – the bed moves a bit—and he sends waves of pleasure through my body by taking my left nipple between his lips and sucking. Finally he’s almost at my pussy; I feel him just below my lips, at the junction of my legs with my body. The finger inside me finds the spot; his other hand slides up my body to find my breasts, pinching at each nipple in turn, tugging at them. Before I can even really process where he might be and what he is doing, I feel his cock pressing against my mouth, almost forcing my lips open. His footsteps recede down the stairs, and when I hear the slider open then close, I take my hands out of the unlocked cuffs and remove my blindfold.
I shave my shaft and balls, and I keep the rest trimmed short, but it seems like I have to touch it up just about every day, which is kind of a pain.” I wanted her bringing her attention to my cock, even as I asked her about her pussy. I could feel the head of my cock pressing against her open pussy as I took one wrist in each hand and pinned her face down to the towel. “You can do better than that,” I whispered, planting a trail of barely there kisses on the back of her neck, my hands tight on her wrists, pressing them down, one on the edge of the towel, the other in the shaded sand.
After giving my head good attention, she lowered her mouth until her lips met Marc’s hand, clenched around my erection. I don’t want to cum too soon.” Marc immediately stopped sucking and gripped hard just underneath the rim of my cockhead with thumb and forefinger, applying strong pressure until the danger was over. Seeing my hesitation, Helena took her hand out from between her legs and took hold of Marc’s erection, all the while she was stroking my cock. At Marc’s almost comically shocked expression, she shrugged and said, “I just wanted to know that I had sucked Marc, even if just for a little bit.”
I knew it didn’t make a whole lot of sense, and I had masturbated the night before without her, but uncharacteristic as it might have seemed for a horny teenager, I resolved not to cum until I saw Kristina the next day. As the waitress turned to me, Kristina increased the pace of her “massage.” Above the table level, everything looked normal, but I was having a hard time maintaining my composure. Soon, however, she took me as deep as she could, and I felt the head of my cock press against the back of her mouth, making her gag a tiny bit.
Or if his particular fantasy was watching a guy take on an entire sorority house, I would have thought, “Well, gee, if Mike likes to think about an orgy with fifteen college sophomores he’s definitely going to need porn, because I can’t make that one happen for him.” I found that I was wet, surprisingly so, and I slid a finger into my pussy at the kitchen table, looking at the cum-covered faces of the women my husband masturbated to. Or you could just, you know, look at them for fun.” I gazed at my husband, feeling closer to him than ever, my eyes shining with happiness, and my face with his cum.
Her lips were large and pouty, and whenever men saw her for the first time, they usually imagined her dick-sucking lips wrapped around their hard, throbbing cocks until they could empty into her slutty mouth and pretty face. When he pressed his big dick against her asshole, it hurt for only a second before his cock, which was all wet from her cream and his spunk, slid all the way into her virgin ass. Even though his name was Little Dick, he was even bigger than his dad, and when he pulled his cock out of his shorts, Flora knew it was going to be a good afternoon.
My pussy’s taste provided a feeling of familiarity to me, and just as I was getting a good rhythm on Sean’s monster cock, I felt James push into my pussy. He was going to get the close-up of James’ cock going into my ass with his hand-held, and he wanted a good shot of my face as I lost my anal cherry. Sean urged me onto his cock with his hands on my head, and I felt like a little fucktoy, which was exactly what I wanted. As soon as I had all three men in me, the orgasm, which had started instants before Todd stuck his cock in my mouth, tore through me, and the two big guys fucked me through it.
They let us sleep in,” I commented to Charlotte, after the twins barreled into our room to let us know that it was time to wake up one Sunday morning. Despite my earlier tacit confidence at being able to pull this off with a minimum of noise, I wasn’t sure that the kind of vigorous lovemaking we’d need for her to cum would be possible without making the bed squeak too much. My tongue found that wonderful spot right under her clit, and I licked it hard and aggressively, the way she liked, and when I felt her getting close, I let my tongue flick oh-so-lightly over her clit.
Her hard pink nipples were visible through the tank top, and the way she looked in her thong was sexy and, in that moment, completely unselfconscious, as her attention wasn't on the situation, but rather on the phone in her hand. "It's strange," she said, "Penises are kind of funny looking, but right now, yours is beautiful." She almost demurely stuck out her tongue, and, releasing my cock from her grip, licked up softly from my shaved balls up my rod to the head. Her hand firmly around my cock as she looked me in the eye, she said, "I'd like you to take me to my room and handcuff me to my bed, face down." Even for a girl as self-possessed as Beth, this was hard to get out.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” she whispered, her eyes going back and forth between my face and my soapy erection. I released my cock, knowing she’d probably want to watch me come; I didn’t want her to miss it. The muscles on her tight little body are all rigid until she learns to relax, learns to take my husband’s big cock in her ass, and I’m whispering in her ear how good it’s going to feel when you flood her with your cum. “The one who’s kissing you stops to whisper that you should come in the other one’s mouth and on her face, and by this time you really don’t know who’s who.
So if I got back to my apartment from Kristina’s after my parents came home from work, and I was wearing long pants and a shirt with a collar, there would be inevitable questions that I would have no reasonable answer for. My cock continued to harden, the cool air feeling crisp and pleasant on the wetness the cloth had left behind, and she looked at my erection thoughtfully. On the one hand she told me that she would have a hard time getting through the next day, but she also wanted to not see me on the following morning when we had an available chance.
It felt good to have the upper hand, to not hear the scorn in her voice with every Junior or feel the helpless rage when she ignored me just long enough to let me know where I stood. “If you don’t want to lose your meal ticket, you can start by getting down on your knees and sucking my cock,” I said, adding the word 'whore' after a small pause, as an experiment. Her eyes widened for a moment; I thought I also perceived a glint of what looked like relief. She moved her face away from mine, her hand suddenly motionless on my erection, which was pulsing in time with the pain in my nipple.
I have a confession to make to you.” She paused a bit before continuing, seeming to be cautious about giving away too much, “I have never made love in English, so I hope you will be willing to teach me what I should call various things, and to tell me what words you want to hear me say.” My own head buried in her neck, I got up the nerve to whisper in her ear, “Oh, Kristina, your pussy feels so tight on my cock.” My words had an immediate effect on her, and she thrust up at me with increased vigor. I slid up her body, and as soon as I was in reach, she leaned up a little and kissed me deeply, and I knew she could taste herself on my lips and face.
When Tim and Amy announce one morning that they're going on a day hike, I'm surprised at how pleased I am that I'll be left alone with Beth. I know I shouldn't but her hand feels so good, but I want more. My finger getting deeper every time in her pussy, while I sort of hold her up with my other arm, since her legs are wobbly. When was it?" My finger is putting more pressure and attention on her clit, and I can tell she's getting close. My other hand playing with one of her breasts gently rubbing and pulling on her nipple. I can tell she wants to cover her ass with her hands but her desire to seem grown up wins over.
As the bolder women held Sophia’s arms down at her side, June said something quietly in her ear, and all I heard was, “...your idea anyway…” Sophia took a deep breath (which had a fantastic effect on her breasts), and looked me in the eyes, her grey eyes looking nervous but also excited. The die has sort of been cast, wouldn’t you say?” Then, turning back to me, June said, “Really, Alex, why do you think I like having you clean my pool, instead of just hiring Perfect Pools?” June started to lower her mouth onto my head, but just as her lips were about to touch my cock, she said, “Oh, and one more thing.
I turn my head to the other side, trying to find a cool spot for my burning cheek on the kitchen table where I’m secured. He’d left my arms pulled out and forward over the table, arranged so that I had to stand on my tiptoes, legs almost straight, ass in the air. As he walked around the table, fingers wrapped in my hair, I was still expecting my boyfriend to present his polite penis to my lips. My flesh burned from his slaps; yet he’d filled me with need, making me wet and ready. A part of me was angry at his priorities, but the olive oil was making me very anxious, after the way he’d fucked my face.
“Well,” Clara said, “The whole ‘safe-shelter’ thing is going to make this a little less risky.” She pulled the shade on the window and locked the door with the thumb latch. My cockhead slid up and down her lips, and moments after Mr. C had thrust his way into Ms. Wagner, I pushed myself deeply inside Clara. I got a bit braver, and when Ms. Wagner asked me how school was going, I made sure to talk about my attempts to bulk up and maybe try out for the club rugby team. Eventually we said our goodbyes, and moved on to the next clump of people to talk to, but not before Clara commented that she was sure he didn’t miss how she always used to ask him for extensions on her papers.
Her legs spread a bit and my cock's head slid against her lips, and almost between them -- it took every ounce of restraint I had not to push myself into her virgin pussy at that very moment. But if she really wanted me to stop, she’d say “avocado.” So all that was really happening was that the reality of my thick, large cock going up her ass was bumping up against the idea she’d had in her head, which was not as immediate or real as my all-too-present erection. It was a good thing I had to wait, because the situation and the amazing tightness of her ass would have brought me to orgasm far too soon after having been on the edge for so long.
Once our panic had faded, Pam smirked at me as she schmoozed, raising the glass to her lips, drinking my cum at a black-tie party. She started to hold out her hand for the drink, directing a knowing smile at me, before she thought better of it and answered Pam with, “No, my dear. “Well, usually when you say that something tastes like piss, it’s not a good thing,” I said mildly from the shower, making sure that the water washed away the last traces of my urine from the bottom of the tub. “You like how it tastes?” I’d asked after she’d lapped up the last drop of semen from my chest.
My eyes flew open as she smiled and continued walking past me on her way to her usual chair, as I managed a strangled, “Hi, Kristina.” Her chair was about thirty feet away, on a direct sight line with mine. The thought of how she looked underneath it made my cock stiffen, and I had to clamp down on the feeling, not wanting to get an erection in public, especially not lying on my back in a wet bathing suit. I quickly raised my knees up, hiding my erection, and I reached for my book, pretending to read as I propped it in my lap again as Mrs. Tagliaferro walked by slowly.
The vibe was one thing she thought she had left behind as well, once she was with Amy. At the sophomore edition of the party, she had watched her girlfriend and teammate accept a large defenseman’s cock into her mouth while Shelly went down on her, and the sight had excited her beyond belief. “Seriously?” José asked, his attention for the first time diverted from Amy. He looked at Peter, who in turn looked at Jess, as if he were asking permission. Riding the crest of her orgasm, Shelly tapped Amy on the head, getting her attention; Amy looked up, her face wet from Shelly’s pussy.
There were other men for me to look at, but he was by far the most “scenic.” As the days went by, I enjoyed watching him, and I realized once I truly noticed him that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in real life. In fact, it was evident that he liked what he saw, as his eyes devoured my body, and I was thankful for my time spent in the gym or in the pool, for my trim figure, my flat stomach and pert ass, and of course for my large firm breasts that had attracted his attention from the first time I had taken off my top. Towel and bikini bottoms in hand, I turned from him and walked, naked and not caring who saw, back to my room.
Sitting in front of her she saw a very ordinary looking, even ugly man in his early forties, with big hands and crooked knuckles, a man whose nose had been broken a few too many times. Unless she’d been turned out by a violent, old-school pimp who got her addicted right off the bat, she might not feel she needed rescuing. Finally, when she saw I wasn’t going to kiss her, she brought her lips to mine, very slowly, very hesitantly. She maintained full eye contact when she leaned her head forward and sucked her juices off my finger, sweeping her tongue around it like it was a cock. Every time my cock pulled backwards, her inner lips stretched tight around my swollen head.
Anne hoped to see if the younger woman’s breasts were visible through her blouse, but in the dim light of the closet, it wouldn’t be clear until her eyes adjusted. Anne could see the younger woman struggle against her instinct and desire to cover herself, but eventually Alex was able to relax to the point where her hands weren’t visibly restraining themselves from clutching the blouse closed. Alex’s legs buckled underneath her, and Anne quickly caught the smaller woman around the waist with her free hand, continuing to finger and rub her through her orgasm, until she had coaxed the last little tremors out of the college student’s body.