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Fingering myself, my thumb frantically rubbing my clit, I recalled making love in the college locker rooms after swim practice: not the most romantic environment unless you enjoy chlorine mixed with body odor. An intense orgasm rocked my body for the second time since I’d got home. I almost felt guilty for neglecting Bob. He was still packed in my luggage but the memories of Stone had supplied plenty of fuel for my second orgasm. I was up to three fingers in my pussy, Bob still in my unpacked luggage like a relic from another time. But, suddenly, just like he’d said, my body finally relaxed and I became used to the fullness of his amazing cock in my ass.
“Tell me what you’re doing, I want to hear you tell me,” I moan out. I want to see.” I can feel the familiar tingle building deep inside me, aching to the core. I want to feel my cock slip down into your throat. You’ll love to finally slip inside my velvet, soft, wet pussy.” I know you’re thinking the same, I’m such a filthy girl for you. Part those legs for me wide, I want to sink balls deep inside that tight pussy. “I’m so close, I’m close to feeling myself erupt around your cock now, baby. Please, baby, don’t, oh fuck, fuck!” I lose all thoughts, unable to speak properly, needing to feel you come inside me.
She glided her body across the sheets to where he had lain the night before, where the memory of his pulse and skin still resides and she inhaled the scent he left behind, one filled with the afterglow of his sweat and come, fused with the fragrance of her feminine contributions. She yelled his name over and over again in a litany of pleasure, her lithe body curved upwards as a surge of powerful orgasm rocked her and moments later, she lay spent on the bed, still breathing his name on her lips.
There was a black, female engineer friend that I'd known many years ago and sometimes, as I'm staring up into darkness waiting to fall asleep, she walks gently back into my consciousness, smiling and laughing. As I started slowly stroking my cock she smiled, then grinned and licked her lips, but her eyes never left my cock. "Do you want to watch me too?" she finally asked very softly, looking directly at my hand holding my cock. About 6 months after that incident Jen told me that she wanted to try another woman, a couple, and said, "Carol is my top pick right now so you would just kind of come with the package I guess."
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.
I picked at my shepherds pie just hoping that one day they’ll listen to me when I say I’m a vegetarian. “Is this seat taken?” A small, shy looking girl asks; indicating the chair opposite me. She drained her cup of water quickly and smiled “sorry, I’ve got a big appetite…are you gunna eat that?” As she shoved even more food into her mouth I couldn’t help but wonder how she stayed so thin. I leaned forward and took hold of her cheek and kissed her lips. I pressed two fingers inside my sex, continuing to rub my clit with my palm. I couldn’t help but beam as I let my orgasm wash over me. My tenth orgasm thinking about Violet.
The cool air in the living room touched his damp body and he was transported back to the last time he lay naked in the darkness. He could feel the sweat on his body, nestled in his pubic hair and covering his buttocks, as he lay naked on the sofa, his mind many miles away in a cool and darkened bedroom where he had last made love with Daphne. He closed his eyes again momentarily, and he imagined that Daphne was lying beside him, perhaps asleep and naked, and that he was getting up to go to her bathroom, in her apartment, in the place where they had made love together so many times and always with such intimacy and passion.
It was planning time for another six weeks of school and Jonathon sat in an early morning daze trying to bring himself to get started. The half term holiday had at least allowed for a little recuperation from the intense workload of school but, being only a week long, was not truly enough time to refresh and Jonathon still craved another week of late nights and long mornings. In the mornings, in the days, in the evenings of his week off, Jonathon found his mind turning to her. Jonathon veered wildly between blaming her for these feelings of confusion and bitterness to wanting to confess to her that he took full, gushing responsibility for everything.
She slid her hand inside the v-neck of her top, under her bra and onto the hot skin of her naked breast as she remembered the feel of his weight on her body, his face close to hers, the whispering of soothing romantic words in her ear as he gently bit and nibbled her lobe, asking her if she was sure, if this was okay, was she sure that she wanted to go through with it? Firstly, he had kissed her pert nipple, licked it and then he had opened his mouth and taken it inside completely, murmuring words of encouragement the whole time, making her feel safe, wanted.
I smacked his hand and said, "Please, Mister White, let's keep this professional. Slowly, I ran my hand the length of my husband’s cock as if feeling for any abnormalities. Satisfied that I had sufficiently teased my husband I said, “Everything seems to be in working order, Mister White. “Your pussy feels so good, Lovey,” sighed Archie. Slowly, I glided back up his shaft until the head of his cock was ready to pop out of my pussy. Then I just as slowly slide back down his hard shaft until I had once again completely impaled myself on my husband’s cock. I drove my cunt down hard, impaling myself on Archie’s cock and burying it deep within me. Archie felt my cunt contract hard around his cock.
He is always telling us that if we need to know something which our friends do not want to explain, we should feel free to ask him. Now that I have embarrassed myself with this little bit of history, I feel I can tell you my experience here on Lush without hesitation. One day, seemingly out of nowhere, he started talking to me with ease, as if we are sitting in the same room and he's a life-long friend. I will help you set your mind at ease of all the burdens we have talked about in our chats." I can almost feel his voice and his breath on my ear. "Close your eyes and listen to the music." Again the caress and breath on my ear as I do as he says.
You glance back down and see me still slowly stroking and rubbing my finger over the fat flange of my rock hard pole and know that I am working myself very near to orgasm. As you listen to me coax my balls closer and closer to forcing their load out in what you know will be several forceful and massive gushes, you slip your finger into your wetness and tease your hard clit. Seeing the load of cum I had discharged made you wish it was at least going in your throat, but you were pleased as you looked again at the monitor and saw the cum covered picture displayed there.
I had an image of my pulling off my jeans and pumping my fingers in and out of my drenched cunt, my moans echoing off the bathroom walls or, even better, you pushing your entire hand into me while I screamed in ecstasy. The thrill that went through me as I thought of someone having witnessed my little escapade, perhaps standing just outside my window, looking in while I abused myself, eyes flying open just as I climaxed, a strangers face filling my vision… I thought about leaving my panties in the car so I could enjoy them on the way home, but thought better of it.
I got to admit it does get me hard to know another man wants to play with her dirty panties, and I love hearing him tell me how much he loves her scent. We chatted for a while, and he would tell me how he planned to fuck my wife with his big cock, an as she would be begging for it, he would have me stand in the corner jerking my cock with her panties. Another man, with a nice big cock was sniffing my wife's pussy and telling me how much he wanted to fuck her. He took a pair of her pink panties and d****d it over his cock, telling me how silky they felt.
It is not helping, thinking like this, watching the stupid cursor blinking at me. I just know I woke up this morning feeling the need to be fucked like a ragdoll, and that is exactly what I need and want from you. “I need you to come take care of all these aches and hurts, baby. You begin to stroke yourself a little faster, as I work my fingers down into my panties. Giggling, I turn slightly giving you a view of my ass, fingering at my clit still with my free hand. I finally feel the deep ache I’ve had all day vanish. One day he’ll be able to properly fuck me just like we both want.
The heat between my legs returned and I couldn't help but lay back and slide my hands down my body and over my breasts. I was so close to orgasm so I moved my fingers to tease and rub my clit a bit more thinking all the while of my man's pants and groans filling my ears as he loved me with his glorious length. The thought of my man gripping one hand to the headboard as he spurt his cum inside me made my body tense and finally release. In the last bit of my fantasy, he would place a kiss on my temple and whisper in that beautiful accent, "Sleep well, your majesty." I smiled before my eyes grew too heavy to keep open.
I hit the button to go to the first floor and once the doors closed, I thought about what my first meeting with William would be like. I felt a tingle down my spine as I recalled watching William lick his lips in anticipation as I took my shirt off on the camera for the first time. After I finished breakfast, I still felt very nervous about the date that was only a few hours away and the only person I could think about talking to for a little confidence boost was my mom. He pictured her sticky sex covering his cock and her clit rubbing teasingly against him each time he reached the hilt, causing Mona's body to shudder and screams to escape her lips.
My body reacted in unison through fantasy and reality when I released a soft moan of pleasure. I rolled my fingers harder Around my clit, applying pressure the more I thought of his cock inside me and I knew my second wave was not far behind. The thought of him arching his back a bit as he closed his eyes and groaned was nearly enough to through me over the edge in both reality and fantasy, but I wanted to see this part all the way through. I imagined us cumming together and through the images playing like a movie inside I my head, is where I found my second release.
I like that spot where my wrist rest on the inner thigh where the leg meets the wet. The fingers smacking wet in my bed now brought me back to the masturbation. He let me suck him and work myself wet before I placed the metal tube between my legs. With intent I focused on the swelled clit in my hand and drifted off to a picture of his face in my hands that forced him down on my wet openness and thought, Maybe we'll do that tonight. He pushed me down on his cock and watched me open myself with the thing. He wanted to know if I was comfy as he fucked my face harder loving the mirror picture of cranked pussy going down on the thing.
When we first had sex I noticed that her pussy was a little too much for me , i def noticedthat I'm not pleasing her how I pleased my other girlfriends bc I was their first. I started looking up interracial porn on the Internet and I was aroused on how much big booty white girls love black guys. Months past things are great, my lust for having a big dick fuck my girl increased. Idk if she is messing around with other guys but I sensed a little mystery with her breath and her dick sucking abilities that literally improved every time we had sex. But I have a feeling that it's not true, I personally think she's a little dirty freak that fucks black guys on the side.
I rub my eyes and see you standing in front of me looking concerned, I try to smile but end up crying even more. “Mmm….James…I want you…I need you…” I moan, feeling myself becoming wet. You kiss me as you pinch my nipples before opening up my legs to feel my wetness. You hold yourself above me and kiss me as you feel my pussy muscles squeeze around you. Our love making is long and slow at first then I beg you to fuck me like I know you want to. You kiss me deep as you fuck me hard and deep, your cock banging against my g-spot which makes me scream and come hard for you.
When you circle her aureoles with your lips or fingers, then lightly (or not so lightly, depending on her) squeeze her nipples, she’ll likely feel the vibration right down to her buzzing pussy. It works like this: While your tongue is dancing on her clit, rub some of her juices around her little hole (cute name, huh?) This double stimulation is very arousing to her, and she’s concentrating on your tongue so much that your finger doesn’t matter, it just feels good. If you’re sucking on her clit and she’s squirming and shaking, her breath coming in gasps, don’t suddenly switch to licking her clit with broad strokes.
"Oh sure, but not many people know about it, there's a special program built in to the phone system, do you want me to have a look?" Lunchtime came and I went into his office to tell him I was going out and ask if he wanted anything, yet another "duty". I want to see you get hard for me and then come for me." I started going back through the history file and found a thing called slide show. "Good, now remember I want to see you come really hard." I repositioned myself on the corner of his desk, letting my legs fall open a bit more so he could see up my skirt.
He was nailed to the floor in fear, he turned to head back not wanting to face the music. He naturally bowed his head to allow jess to remove his shirt completely, as he looked down his eyes took in the gorgeous breast now rinsed of soap. Their mouths lock together like leeches, they devoured each other with wanton lust, wanting to grab on to something but unable to grasp, their slippery bodies only magnified the passion. His fingers danced around between her legs like a pianist on a grand piano, she felt them tenderly part her flesh and sink inside her. She started to ride the saddle herself, forcing his fingers deeper within, her arm crushed against her body she was imagining it was his length inside her.