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A delicious ache now begins low in my belly in conjunction with a fluttering sensation like so many fireflies beating their wings in a fervid frenzy. Without a thought the fingers of one hand are brought to my lips and moistened by my warm tongue. My spine arches and my tender thighs fall open, exposing the most private part of myself to the nature that surrounds me. Only when I am certain my release will not come too soon do I begin massaging in slow arduous circles, relishing in how even more of my hot essence seeps forth. With two fingers hilted deeply inside, I feel my walls squeezing and pulsating, my hips beginning to rock.
Janet kept her virgin pussy trimmed, which meant that no matter how wet or sticky her fingers got, her hair would not get in the way. She loved masturbating in the rain, feeling the water cascading over her breasts while her fingers danced on her clit and labia. Janet walked over to her favorite spot; a large, flat rock down by the lakeshore. She slipped her fingers inside her soaking wet pussy and turned her vibrator to its highest setting. Upon waking up, Janet dressed herself and walked out to her car with her vibrator in hand. She climbed into the driver's seat, and slipped the vibrator into her pussy. When she pulled into the drive way, she shuddered in pleasure as she soaked the seat with her juices.
Her favourite fantasy was that Sally was laying between her legs, her face only about a foot away from her pussy, as she finger-fucked herself. “You are incredibly sexy, Sally,” Ginger sighed as she surrendered to her desires, squatting down on the beach towel while pulling on her nipples with one hand and pounding her hot slippery wet pussy with the fingers of her other hand. “Let him watch and fucking worship the wank sluts!” As this defiant cry left her lips her cunt exploded like a fire hydrant drenching Sally in the warm outpourings of her lust. Ginger and Sally looked up to see a fat hairy man with a bushy red beard walking towards them.
Lying down on the lounger, I thought I might as well enjoy the cooler air and let my body dry off. Hearing myself groan out loud, I lifted my hand from my breasts and covered my mouth. Raising my right leg over the arm of the lounger gave more room for my fingers to maneuver. I briefly thought what I would look like if Carla, Jack or anybody else saw me like this. “I do some odd things in the middle of the night.” I tried to avoid looking at Jack, because I could sense he was grinning. “Yes, here’s to an even better night tonight than last night,” Jack toasted with his coffee cup, looking right at me.
As I pulled into the parking lot I happened to notice a guy unloading his bike and just beginning his way towards the trail. By the time I unloaded my bike and prepared myself to ride he probably had a twenty minute jump on me heading out the trail. It was really a good day for a ride and with it being a weekday I knew it wouldn't be crowded. Upon arriving back to the parking lot I quickly loaded my bike and got inside my vehicle. My pulse was racing and I began breathing in and out deeply to calm down. Just when I was about to pull pot a thought entered my mind. I knew which vehicle was his. I entertained the idea of leaving him a note. Finding a piece of paper and pen I wrote the following:
“Unless you’re embarrassed about a girl seeing your whatsit?” you laughed cheekily, as you lifted your t-shirt and pulled down your shorts to reveal a skimpy bright pink bikini with a tropical motif. “Well,” I said, hesitantly, “since we are going to spend the week here together, I suppose we will have to get over being embarrassed about being seen doing the things we usually do in private.” “Now the sight of me rubbing soap all over my nude body is liable to get you very excited,” you warned me, “so I think it would be a very good idea if you got used to the idea of tossing off in front of me now, so you’ll be prepared to do it with the minimum of embarrassment then. “All right,” you agreed, “but I’m not going to let you see anything, because I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.
The part that is open, our back yard, always has some kind of work project going on. Where we live, the humidity during the summer is a killer, so it's always a good idea to start yard work early and stop before it gets too hot. "Want some help?" She slid her gentle hands around my waist, meeting at the base of my cock. She dropped to her knees, pulling my shorts all the way down as she went. I grabbed one, pinching, squeezing, pulling, getting it as hard as my cock. Both of us covered in sweat, her tits and bikini covered in cum. "Now I think I'll take that shower." She stood slowly, getting her balance back.
I ran my palms over them, feeling my nipples harden and squeezed them with my hands as I massaged the lotion into them. I spread my legs a little for easier access and massaged the lotion on my pussy lips and down the inside of my thighs. I lay back down, spreading my legs wider and brought my left hand up to my left breast, fondling it and pulling on my nipple. I quickly wiped my other hand on the blanket to remove the excess lotion and then slid my fingers down between my pussy lips, back and forth. I don’t know how long I lay there with my eyes closed; coming down off the incredible rush and all the muscles in my body feeling completely limp.
I stroked for only a minute before he shot hot cum all over his sleeping bag too. He got the cum off his face and said Thank You! So there we were two naked guys laying on our sleeping bags in a tent in the middle of the woods with our heads resting on our hands resting on our pillows. He barely had any armpit hair, leg hair, and like I said pubic hair, but his short soft dick was resting over his sagging balls as was my bigger soft dick. He rolled over again and put his arm over me and slid his hand down to my balls and starting rubbing them. So as we lay there rubbing each other's balls we resumed our talk about sex and hot girls we knew.
I laid my towel on a fallen tree and began to undress. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and, for the first time, began to really feel the rain. Water ran down my bare chest, over my abs, soaked my pubic hair, and it ran down my warm erection. My knees began to bend in the pleasure and I began to moan as my orgasm approached. If I landed on anything, I couldn't feel it as the waves of pure, intense pleasure continued to build. I also had to laugh, as I used the soaked towel to wipe the mud off, thinking about the excuse I would have to make if my grandparents saw me come back inside in soaked clothes.
The wind and rain on my bare 36C breasts feel amazing and my nipples react instantly. I know I am a slut but it would be nice if the whole world knew it too, that way I could be free and live how I want to live. He calls me slut over and over; his hands are on my head, pushing me down harder onto his cock. The wet grass feels great on my hard nipples and my hand slips down to my ass. They are all watching my every move and though I don’t know how long they have been there I can tell by the look on their faces they have been there long enough. Once on my knees I feel her hands on the back of my head pulling me home.
"Okay!" I exploded, hoping to throw her off her game and somehow win my freedom, " But if you leave me like this, I'll be burned to a crisp in no time!" "Why not call Aaron?" Deanna said, in her 'helpful' voice, "I'm sure he'd love to lend you a hand. "As straight laced as she is, I doubt she even knows what anal stimulation's all about, let alone why you get off on it the way you do!" Deanna laughed. "Please?!" I said, trying my best to fight off the next wave of orgasm.
I took his half-erect cock in one hand and rubbed its head slowly against the palm of the other, as if I were polishing off a smudge on a glass Christmas tree ornament. I firmed up my strokes up and down his stiffness, feeling the softest skin on his body slide smoothly under my hand over the iron within. Fingers moved gently along my leg and I squeezed a hand in return. I began gently stroking his length again, my other hand gently but firmly stretching his nutsack away from his body. I could feel my soft flesh moving under his firm, loving hands. I shifted to my other hand to pump him, knowing it would alter the rhythm he was feeling.
I took another handful of gel and, my eyes closed, started on his chest as he did my face. He was leaning against the copper shower frame, his eyes closed, erect cock standing proudly under the warm water beating on its shaft and head. "Yes, sire!" Dropping my boobs, I produced the tube, holding it up with two hands and my head bowed. Dropping the eagle feather, I put one hand on either side of the tube and rolled the feather-filled cylinder between them, propelling it both around and up and down his pulsing organ, hundreds of feather-tips rotating around every millimetre of his throbbing member at any given second.
Sarah, a competitive swimmer in high school, longed to slip into the cool waters of the bay but didn't relish the idea of such a cold dip. This afternoon, Sarah and Bill were watching the kids build sandcastles, while they idly sipped beers under the shade of a beach umbrella. Sarah followed their adventure with half an eye, finding her summer romance novel more fascinating. Her thighs were getting sticky - the afternoon was warming up - and her little gyrations were making Sarah wish for more privacy. With a wet finger she began gently stroking her clit, wondering if she had enough time to cum before Bill and the kids returned.
We made eye contact for no more than perhaps a handful of seconds but it was long enough to let me know she'd seen my cock stiffly tenting out my shorts. I was as horny as I'd ever been as I slid my hand down my hard shaft and felt the warm pre-cum ooze out to meet the morning breeze as it washed over the wet head of my penis. It was then I began to think about the woman who had passed me earlier and who had smiled at me after assumedly getting a look at the hard-on in my shorts. I wanted to scream out in ecstasy, but I knew I couldn't and let the woman on the other side of the bush or other early morning joggers know what I was doing.
The thought made my heart race. At another of my spots, but near a major forest trail, I decided to do it. I got naked, left my safe soot, and walked out to the trail. My heart raced, my dick hard as a rock. I stroked it a bit, then began to walk down the trail slowly. My heart still racing, knowing someone could come around a corner at any second, seeing me and my nakedness, and my hard dick. The next corner came up. A woman rounded the corner, and walked towards me. I grabbed my dick and jerked harder than ever before, still picturing what just happened. I then stood for a sec to recover, then walked into the trees, back to my safe spot.
Squeezing some onto my hand, I put it down and began rubbing it into skin too perfect to be allowed to burn, starting with her ears and the nape of her neck and working down to her feet. I moved the edge of the feather like a razor down the ribs of her right side, then moved around to her front and working around the clamps, stroked first the nipple of one breast, then the other, with the tip. Lacking the support of a bed or wall to thrust against, I reached around and grasped both of her cheeks and started to slowly move in and out, stopping with my head just inside her each time.
Maybe it doesn't change anything, but I like to think of my balls filling up every time I do that, just saving up for that one ultimate orgasm at the end, so I can spew out a maximum of juice. So I kid you not, I come in the gym yesterday, and see her for the first time after a whole summer, and I almost did a double take: I think her tits got bigger! I risked walking further and further down the road, with my clothes out of reach, in the car, while a car could pretty much come my way fast at any time. I love my big cock and for as long as I can remember, I always looked for new and weird ways to excite myself.