Lust at First Sight

I had been at the bar for a couple of hours now, looking over the female clientele. Mostly they were together in small groups, which have always put me off approaching them. Too many times in the past I had been sent packing by snide comments from the intended’s friends, rather than the intended herself. The crowd was starting to thin out a little though, allowing better viewing with less movement, which, considering the amount I had drank over the course of the evening, was a good thing. Too many beer bottles littered my table but it was, for me, fairly normal. I wasn’t a real go-getter at bar scenes. But, being the glutton for punishment that I was, I never stopped trying. As the jukebox stopped for the gazillionth time, the crowd parted and I saw someone new. She was sitting near the bar flap that allowed the bartender enter and exit from behind the bar. Wavy, jaw length, blonde hair framed her face. She was wearing a nicely filled white V-neck blouse, with what looked like nothing under it but flesh, a white midi-skirt short enough for me to see a pair of unadorned, and shockingly curvy, legs. White CFM heels finished the look of sensual purity. As I watched she sipped her drink, some fruity concoction based on the color, in a martini glass, rimmed with what was probably sugar. No one approached her while I was watching and that gave me some small degree of hope for myself. Draining my beer, I headed to the bar for a refill. There was an empty spot immediately to her left. Not even a bar stool was in the space. Stepping onto that space, I waved my empty Coors bottle at the bartender and he acknowledged the wave and headed to the cooler for another. I glanced at the woman sitting there and she looked me up and down. After taking another sip from her drink, she crooked her finger at me. Looking around to make sure no one else was behind me that she may have been gesturing to, I stepped closer. She leaned into me and said, in a low and husky voice, “Hey hot stuff, do you dance? I’m getting tired of sitting on my ass waiting for someone to ask.” Glancing down to the stool top where her ass resided, I said, “Yes, I do dance, although Adolph here”, I tapped the empty still sitting in front of me, “ may have affected my rhythm some. And, if I may say, that’s a pretty fine ass to be sitting on.” The bartender slid my refill over and I dropped a fiver on the bar top for him, waving him away to keep the change. He tapped the bar with the bill and walked away. I hoisted the cold bottle and drew a mouthful from it. She did me the honor of laughing at my attempt at humor and her eyes closed down a little as she looked at me some more. “Well thanks honey, that’s a damned nice thing to say,” she said, holding her glass near mouth level. As the jukebox started its next selection, she put her glass down, took my hand and stood, tugging me towards the dance floor. As we moved from the bar, she waved at the bartender and pointed to her glass. He nodded and started making her another.

We danced to something kind of slow and she made sure I never got too far away from her. She rested her head on my chest, sliding one leg between mine and keeping her crotch pressed to my upper leg. Her warmth was arousing but I knew better than to be too overt about my thoughts, at least not yet. I had gone home alone far too often to let the cat out of the bag this soon. The music changed to a slower song and she snuggled even closer. I felt her take a deep breath and let it our slowly. She was relaxing onto our embrace and becoming more comfortable there. Her chest was warming mine nicely, her being so close to my height, and I was beginning to feel my manhood swelling. Because I had both my hands on her back, hers being wound around my neck, it was easy to slip one of my hands lower on her back, stopping it just at the upper curve of her ass. I thought about slipping it into the waistband of her skirt but then my mind woke up and reminded me, “Slow and easy dude or you will get your ass nuked real quick.” She did not react negatively to my hand placement, which I noted with pleasure. The music stopped and a fast number came up. We looked at each other, shook our heads and walked back to the bar for our drinks. Her fresh refill was there and my beer was still making a ring of sweat on the bar top. Sitting on her stool, she put one foot on a rung and left the other on the floor. That raised her skirt hem a few more inches up her leg. Trying unsuccessfully not to notice, I waved the barkeep over and questioned him about the price of her drink, then slipped him a bill to cover it. Turning to her, I asked, “What is that you are drinking? It looks a bit on the sweet side.” She laughed and replied, “It’s a Lemon Drop. It’s like a vodka martini made with lemon juice and rimmed with sugar. It’s a girly drink, but after enough of them, I don’t notice.” I hoisted my beer to her and said, “Well, here’s to Lemon Drops and the girly-est woman here tonight.” She looked at me and smiled sweetly, “You can drink to that, but I’ll drink to Mr. Coors and the hottest stud in this place.”

We laughed about our exchange and drank to each other. She drained most of her drink with the toast and shivered slightly as the sweetness temporarily overcame her. While she was reacting to that influx of sugar, I looked her over a little more closely. She had wavy blonde hair, green eyes, pert nose, kissable lips, and a sensually curved neck leading to athletic shoulders. Further south it still looked like her breasts were unencumbered by anything other than that form fitting V-neck blouse. And the V went far enough to show nicely tanned skin on her chest. Her waist was trim but not skinny. Her hips were, suddenly I realized I was probably spending too much time on this appraisal and quickly looked back to her face. She was grinning widely at me. “Are you still checking me out? I thought you did all that from your table before you get here.” I’m sure I blushed a little at getting caught being so blatant. I hoped the lighting was dim enough or bad enough to cover it up. “Guilty as charged. How can I make it up to you?” She leaned forward, grabbed my shirt front and said, “Give me a ride back to my place and I’ll show you.” Then she planted a lip lock on me that would have done justice to a Hoover. The music from the jukebox faded into the background as my heartbeat soared upwards, pounding in my ears. Then, I was breathing again as she picked up her glass, licking the sugar off while gazing at me over the rim. My eyelids were moving almost as fast as my heart rate. But I got the message she was conveying. Boy did I. I took a final swig of Colorado’s best and raised my hand to hers. She took it, slipping gracefully off the stool, showing me a bit more of those gorgeous legs. We walked out into the cool night and headed for my car. I fumbled for my remote as we neared it. Nerveless fingers are notoriously hard to control. I felt like all my blood had pooled between my legs. Fortunately my erection was not the outward kind, but the upward kind, so I was able to walk without incident. As I reached forward to open the door for her, she slipped her hand under my un-tucked shirt with one hand while stroking my ass with the other. Her breasts pressed into my shoulder muscle and I finally could tell they were free under that blouse. I managed to open the door for her, and gesture her into the car. She smiled at me, kissed my cheek and stepped in. As she sat and her left leg went into the car, I got a glimpse under that skirt, much in the manner that Brittany shows herself off to the paparazzi. With nothing more than a mental camera at my disposal, I was relegated to wondering if I actually did see what I think I saw as the other leg went in and the view disappeared. Closing the door, I walked around the car to get in on my side. I walked past the door before I realized I was not paying attention to the present. I was focused on that glimpse I got that told me she was commando under the skirt as well.

I got into the car and fired it up, revving it to show off the pipes that made it growl. I glanced at her as I did that and she smirked into the darkness barely held at bay by the dashboard lights. “Save it Mario. You’ll need that power later.” I backed out of the parking spot and said, “Which way to your place?” She pointed to the left so I turned into the light traffic in that direction. “Go a mile and turn right, one block and right again. Look for the house with the white BMW in the driveway and park behind it.” In the next moment I became glad for the first time in my life that I had an automatic transmission. She reached over and took my right hand from the wheel and placed in on her left thigh, right below the skirt, which she had raised upwards to a very interesting degree. Her skin was soft and very smooth, feeling almost creamy. There was sensual heat from a nearby source that warmed the side of my hand. She kept her hand on top of mine so I could not remove it, as if I wanted to. I moved my fingers slightly and felt her squirm under that touch. I squeezed her leg and barely heard her take a shallow, quick, breath. I was glad it didn’t take too long to drive just over a mile. Pulling into the driveway, close behind the Beemer, I shut off the engine and lights. Before I could open the door, she leaned over and pulled my head to hers again. Hoover time. Taking advantage of the fact at least some of her attention was elsewhere, I slipped my hand further up her leg and under the skirt. My fingers hit the top and I felt smooth skin everywhere. Hot, silky-smooth, and damp skin. My salivary glands shifted into overdrive. I put my other hand behind her head and held her in the kiss for a while longer. As much as I was enjoying the kiss, my ulterior motive was to keep my hand where it was as long as I could. I was soon to find out I needn’t have concerned myself with that.

Breaking the kiss, she opened her door and got out before I could avail myself of another heavenly view. I hurried to catch up to her, not wanting the cool evening to cool her off. That was one more thing I needn’t have concerned myself with. We walked up to the house where she unlocked the door and let us in. I stepped in and closed the door. She turned and pressed herself to me full length, pushing me back against the door. Her passion seemed to explode as she began pulling at my shirt buttons almost frantically. As my shirt came open fully, she dropped her hands to my pants and fumbled with the zipper. She freed my cock and began kissing her way down my chest. Just as she was to take me in her mouth I pulled her upright, picked her up and walked into what I assumed was the family room. I saw a couch nearby and dropped her onto it. Her legs fell open as she hit the couch and my mouth was on her in a flash. She gasped with the suddenness of the contact. I took a deep breath and went to work on her. My tongue ran over lips and clit. My lips clamped around her flesh and I sucked inwards. I dipped into her wetness and licked the juices I found there. She pressed herself to my face and began moaning. I grasped her hips so she wouldn’t dislodge me from my position. As I worked on her pussy, I felt her put one leg on the back of the couch and one on the floor. Her skirt was up around her waist and she was fully open to my view and oral ministrations. I reached upwards and fully explored her breasts through her blouse. I grasped her nipples and pulled at them, sparking their interest. As they stiffened into my hands, I pinched them both. She responded by hiking her hips toward me. She was hot and getting hotter by the minute. Stopping to take a breath, I raised my head and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her head was thrown back on a couch pillow and her mouth was open. She was panting. Seeing that open mouth was too much of an invitation for me to ignore. I quickly stood, dropping my pants to the floor and kicking them, and my shorts, away. I stepped to her side and swung one leg over her to rest it on the couch. This put my cock right at her mouth. She felt the movement, opened her eyes and grinned. Grabbing it by the base she began sucking on it with abandon. Watching this lovely woman work her mouth and lips on my erection sent my passion spiraling upwards. I reached behind me and found her wetness again. I began stroking her clit while she ran her tongue all over me. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts towards me. Not wanting to miss anything, I caressed them with my other hand feeling her heat increase dramatically.

She took her mouth from my cock and stroked it while she said, “I got a problem. I want to have my cake and eat it too. Maybe I should say cock, not cake, but I want to suck you off and I want you inside me too. What can I do?” I grinned at her. “How about both?” Her eyes widened at my suggestion. I continued. “I can make love to you until you come then just before I come, I can pull out and let you suck me off. That way we both get everything we want.” I surprised myself with the degree of intelligence and clarity of thought I was exhibiting, given the circumstances of the evening, and the moment. I saw her think for a few seconds. When her eyes cleared, showing she had made a decision, she stopped stroking me and pushed me off her. I stood and she did as well. As she stepped away from the couch, she pointed to the couch. I lay on it, face up. She straddled me, facing my feet, and slid my fullness into her wetness. I had placed a pillow under my hips as I lay down, allowing me to plumb her depths better. She rode me like a good cowgirl should. I think she was planning to ride me hard and put me up wet. Seeing her sweet ass pumping on me while the white skirt framed it was very stimulating. I held on to her hips to keep her from jumping off me, she was riding so hard. She came, slowed some, and then started speeding up again. She came again and her frequent orgasms were raising my excitement to the point of no return. She came once more and I felt mine rising to the boiling point. I began pumping into her more strongly and she must have known I was striving for my climax. I was almost there when she leaped off me, turned and dropped to her knees next to the couch. She grabbed my cock and plunged it to her mouth, sucking me deeply into her throat. She pumped my shaft and cupped my tightening balls in the other hand. A gentle squeeze drove me over the top. I began spurting into her mouth. She groaned deeply and sucked me dry. I kept coming and she kept drinking. When I finally began to slow down, she hopped up again, stepped over me and dropped her still dripping pussy over my still erect cock. She rode me again, this time facing me, until we both came once more, slamming herself against me until we knew nothing but our passion and the impending release of it. When we came, it was together and we shouted our pleasure out loud. Later, in the afterglow, we held each other closely. We were drenched in sweat and sex juices. I stroked her back and ass and she nibbled my ear and shoulder. I chuckled and said, “Hurray for Lemon Drops.” She snickered and said, “No, hurray for Mr. Coors.” We smiled ourselves to sleep. In the morning, we started all over again, without the drinks and the clothes. It was even better that way.

An Evening At The Union

Newcastle University was great, away from home, meeting new people and being able to do what I wanted without having to justify everything in front of my parents. I enrolled in Business Management and enjoyed both my fellow students and the course.

Apart from studying hard, I spend most of the time hanging around with my friends at the student union or in one of the many bars in Town. Each Friday night most of the students went to the student union. It was always a hugh party with the large dance floor in the basement, the two bars on the ground floor and another dance floor on the top floor. Where as the basement was know for pop and house, the top floor offered a much more relaxing but also more exciting. The music was better, a much more interesting mix of various styles like industrial, dance and independent. I am not to much into music but I enjoyed it more upstairs, where the lightning wasn’t so flashy and the girls more grown-up.

That particular Friday Dan, Mike and I walked first to the sports bar on the ground floor. After a couple of pints in town we got another round of lager before we decided to check the union out. As usual most students got completely drunk in the basement and we walked upstairs. At 11:30 it was still quiet and we found a table to sit down, listening to the music, talking and checking out the girls arriving. Most of them looked average but even though, most of them had a nice body and dressed sexy, either in tops and tight jeans or short skirts. Some of them even turned up in nearly see through tops. As every Friday it was a good show and by 12 the place was crowed. Most of the girls danced in small groups, surrounded by fellow students watching them.

I got up and walked to the bar, getting another round of lager when I saw Clair. Clair is a cute girl from our course, a bit smaller than I, about 5′5. Her body seemed to be perfect and her tight top covered some nicely shaped breasts. She smiled at me when she saw me and I made my way through the crowed to meet her.

“Hey Clair, how you’re doing?”

“Fine Tom, and you?”

“I am great, just thirsty. I am getting another round. You want to join us?”

“Sure… I am waiting for Sandra, she should be here.”

“Haven’t seen her, Clair.” I reply.

“She’s late, as always.”

She took my arm and we tried to get through to the bar. Pressing through the body’s was difficult. Just two bartenders to serve maybe 20 people waiting and as soon as one person was leaving, he was replaced by two new students. Clair guided us the way through to the bar since girls always got some space, where as I was pressed and pushed all the time. Clair turned around to me and I saw her smile…

“We’re nearly there… what you get?”

“Three pints of lager.”

Clair turned around and took my hands and continued leading the way directly in front of the bar. I saw her great body in the tight beige jeans and the red tank-top, I saw the straps of the red bra, her neck, her short black hair. Something happened in the back of the students waiting at the bar. I got pushed against Clair violently, getting in contact with her body… but she just looked at me, took my arms around her waist, holding me and leaning against me. I was surprised but said nothing, instead enjoying the feeling of her body.

Than it was Clairs turn, she bend over the bar, talking to the Student who was working as a bartender. I have seen him a couple of times around the university but didn’t knew him. While Clair bend over to order the drinks, I felt her pushing her bottom even stronger against me, right against my hips. I felt something awakening between my legs. Clair got the drinks, turned around with two beers in her hands.

“You gonna help me?”

I was a bit lost, a moment ago enjoying a nice erotic pressure and now being pushed back into reality…

“Sure…” was all I could say.

She took the other two pints and this time she followed me to the place Dan and Mike were waiting.

“It was about time, Tom, we already though of deploying a SAR-Team.”

“Yeah… I am thirsty. What took you so long…?”

And than they realized Clair was there as well. Both had a big grin and made some space so Clair could join us. Enjoying our beers we mainly talked about your courses and whether we liked our choices, the other students and profs. A bit later Sandra arrived with another guy we didn’t knew. Sandra didn’t stay long but headed off to dance not fare from us. The guy had his eyes all over Sandra’s body. Sandra was a bit taller than Clair, about my size and had larger breasts. And judging how they bounced up and down while dancing Sandra didn’t wear a bra.

“who’s that guy with Sandra” Mike asked Clair.

“Some 3rd year. Studies Law, don’t know him much.” Claire replied watching them closely.

“Always the same…” Dan said.

“What?” I asked him.

“3rd and 2nd years always get the great girls.”

Sadly I let my eyes stray from Dan to Clair and realized she was watching me…

“Lets go dancing” she said, taking my hand and pushing me up.

We moved on the dance floor and started dancing. Clair stayed very close, touching me occasionally, dancing very erotic. We moved closer to Sandra and that guy. It seemed to me that Clair was up to something but I didn’t knew what nor did I care… dancing with Clair was great and I just wanted to enjoy this experience. Clair didn’t only get us closer to Sandra but she also danced much closer to me, contact wasn’t occasionally anymore but constant and I felt how hard I got…

Clair started to embrace me, I felt her breath on my neck and the bulge in my jeans pressing against her body. While dancing even closer, while feeling my erection growing, her lips touched my ears… some air was blown over my skin, it felt like electricity. Soon she started bitting and moaning softly in my ear while I had the feeling that an orkan was storming through my body and that my manhood would rip the jeans apart. The lack of space was uncomfortable but this strong erotic feeling… I didn’t want to miss this, didn’t want to stop.

The song stopped and Clair used the short break to look in my eyes. I felt electrified and had the urge to kiss her. However, the decision was taken from me… Clair kissed me softly… I looked again in her eyes and this time it wasn’t a soft kiss but we locked our mouths, our tongues played with each other. ages passed… I don’t know how long we kissed but Clair broke the kiss and dragged me to the door. Seems like she wanted to leave and I was already looking forward to it…

I followed Clair but she turned left into the first floor instead of continuing the way down to the basement where the cloakroom is…

“Lets find a place…”

“W…h..” I tried to say.

“Shhh” Clair said, killing anything I tried to say with a wet kiss… She grabbed my jeans and dragged me to one of the conference rooms in the side wing of the student union.

“Guess we won’t be disturbed here.” Clair sad, pushing me in this anonymous room and closing the door behind us. Apart from the streetlight which entered through the windows the room was empty apart from 4 large basic tables in the center and 12 chairs grouped around them. The walls were covered with some posters and a notice board. Nothing personal…

“Tom…” Clair said, looking at me. Somehow her voice sounded shy, insecure…

I walked up to her and took her in my arms. I felt her arms around me, her soft kiss against my throat and than she broke contact. Claire moved backwards to the table and took off her top and let it fall to the floor. I saw her in her bra, even though it was too dark to see the color I knew it was red. I followed her, we kissed again while my hands moved softly over her back…

Clair pushed my t-shirt up, we had to break our kiss so she could push it over my head. She pushed me a bit back and opened the buttons of my jeans, pushing them together with my boxers down. She dropped down on her knees and I felt the soft touch of her lips… it was so exciting, I though it was a dream and suddenly I would wake up alone in bed.

But instead of waking up I felt Clair softly licking my hard shaft, I felt the tip of her tongue gliding over my hot flesh leaving a soft wet track. It was great, I just couldn’t believe it that she was giving me a blow job in the student union. I felt so hot, so excited and the energy waves raced through my body, the soft pressure in my balls. I knew if she continued like that I would explode shortly.

I took her shoulders and pushed her up. It was to dark to really look in her eyes. I felt like saying something but instead I kissed her on her lips, just to feel that her tongue tried to find a way between my lips to great me. I opened my mouth and our kiss was looked again.

I was standing nude, the jeans around my ankle in front of Clair… but I didn’t care. I enjoyed her touches, her fingertips gliding over my back, her tongue playing with mine. I broke the Kiss and tried to step one step back but I fell over my own jeans hanging around my feet. Clair started to laugh loudly.

“Shhht Clair, someone will hear us.”

“That’s so funny Tom…”

“What?”

“You falling down…”

“You’re making fun of me?” I said pretending to be insulted.

Clair came next to me… I saw up her legs as she stood there… Clair reached to her back and opened her bra, dropping it on my body. She slipped out of her shoes and started opening her jeans slowly…

“You… you’re…?”

Clair stepped out of her jeans and let it drop next to us. She got down and kissed me and if felt her hand reaching for my hard dick. She turned around and started softly sucking my head again. Her hot, wet and soft lips felt so good. I touched her and I was nearly able to kiss her legs. I turned and started licking and kissing her soft skin. Clair moved over my head, spreading her legs… she lowered herself and I could smell her sex, touch it with my nose, feel the heat… I pushed my head up… touched her with my tongue… I felt a shiver as my tongue made first contact with her sex… it was wet…

I couldn’t believe it, we were here, nude, sucking and licking each other. If someone would enter… I did not care, this was better than the dirtiest dreams and sexiest fantasies I had so far.

She lowered herself even more, pressing her pussy on my mouth. I felt her soft hair, my nose touched her inner lips, it was wet… I let my tongue explore her womanhood, feeling the lips, feeling her slit, touching the outer side of the deep tunnel… it was so hot, so wet, so good.

Clair got up and turned around, she bend over and we kissed. Her hand was touching down her legs, taking my dick and placing the head softly between her wet lips. I felt her softness and slowly she pressed herself on my phallus. I was feeling this wet tight, hot passage which my flesh penetrated and it was feeling so good. I let out a soft moan… I touched her tits and started to play with her hard nipples. She was riding me softly crazy…

“Ahhh…” Clair moaned softly…

I was breathing loudly… I didn’t know how long we making love on the floor but I felt the pressure building up…

“I…. i’mmm….”

Clair cut me of again with a deep kiss and her moves became faster as her tongue penetrated my mouth while she rocked faster and faster on my dick. I felt my balls tighten under her pumping, I felt my juices racing through my body while waves were pulsing from my head through the stomach into my hips. I was shaking when I felt my orgasm building up. Than I just exploded deep inside of her… letting out a load moan… while Clair still kissed me and continued riding me.

She came slowly to a stop, we were just holding each other while I tried to recover. I felt my penis shrinking deep in her. She was so wet…

“Lets go.”

“Back?”

“No…” Clair sad… “where ever you want.”

We dressed and walked hand in hand back to the corridor. It was 1:30 and the people were still dancing. We walked down to the basement and got our jackets. Hand in Hand we walked slowly back to our halls of residence. We walked past Security to our Tower. Clair was living on the 7th floor where as my room was on the 3rd floor.

“It’s up 4 more floors, mine or yours Tom…?” Clair asked me… “mines got a nice view in the morning, we can see the sun rising.”

“Lets get up another 4 floors” I say with a smile.

“If you can wait that long?”

We kissed and I felt her hands on my jeans again. She pushed me down on the stairs and she opened the buttons, pushing down the jeans and slowly taking my soft dick in her mouth. She slowly sucked my, while I rested, softly stroking her hair.

I felt my dick harden again, it was so good. Suddenly we heard a door, than steps, someone was walking up the stairs.

“Clair?” I asked her…

“hmmm” was all I heard… Clair continued sucking me but faster. I felt my head pressing against her throat. She was moving faster, taking me deeper, I felt her tongue under under my shaft, her hands playing with my balls…

The person came closer.. but the steps weren’t fast…

“Clair.. h… hurrry…” I moaned while feeling the pleasure of her mouth but being afraid of someone catching us.

The steps came closer… soon that person would stand in front of us, seeing Clair in front of me, giving me a blow job. But this feeling made me even more excited, the feeling, the idea someone could walk into us… and I exploded.

Clair was sucking my juices. I pushed her gentle away and got up. Clair helped me closing the buttons and we kissed deeply tasting my seed. When the person we heard all the time coming nearer, passed us, Clair jiggled like a small kid. It was a fellow student, completely drunk, dragging himself up the stairs. I looked at Clair and saw some of my creamy milk flowing down her cheeks. I kissed it away and we walked the stairs up to her room…

Closing the door behind us, we pulled of our clothes as fast as possible. Clair guided me to her bed and she spread her long legs wide. I moved down between her legs, kissing the inside, moving up slowly to her wide open lips, still wet of my cream I left there when we loved us the first time.

I moved up to her fruit, touching it softly, parting her lips and searching her clit… finding it in the wet depths, hard… I touched it softly with the tip of my tongue.

“Ahhhaaa” Clair moaned loudly…

I touched her clit with the top of my tongue, licking it, feeling her shivver even stronger…

“Ouahhh… Toahhhh… hhhmmm…. Ahhh!”

Clair pressed her pussy against my face… I started sucking her clit. Placed my lips softly around it, sucked the small hard clit…

“Ahhhaaa…”

I sucked harder and than let my tongue glide down into the wet depths of her passion. Clair moaned louder…

“Tomm…”

I stop licking her, looking up in her eyes.

“Fuuuck meee pleeease…”

I moved up, turned her around and Clair kneeled down on her knees in front of me. I moved behind her, inserting my hard cock in her wet tunnel, thrusting in and out of her while she moaned loudly. She was so wet and I hardly felt any friction. I felt just her wetness, her hot fluids coating my hard dick deep in her. It felt good and I enjoyed how she moved her hips against my body, how her buttocks rocked against me, pressing me even deeper in her… I hold her bottom in my hand, massaging her firm ass, letting my thumbs circle over the soft skin while I pumped her. Soon I felt my fluids rising again but Clair started to shiffer, to shout, to spasm while she thrusted her body against me. I felt my juice shooting through my body when she was shaken by her climax. I pumped my cum in her while she collapsed on the bed and I fell on top of her…

I woke up the next morning, I felt naked, I was naked… I saw a naked body next to me, the back of a woman with short brown hair. It wasn’t a dream… and I felt my dick coming to life. I moved a bit nearer and but my arms around Clair, pressing my body softly against her back. I felt my dick reacting to the contact of her warm skin. Getting harder it rubbed against Clairs buttocks. It felt good…

Clair seemed to enjoy it in her sleep, it seemed like her body reacted to my touches, to my rubbing. Her buttocks moved against my dick or did I press myself so hard against her? I don’t know but it seemed like she started rocking herself against my hardness and I got harder. I pressed her body harder against mine, I felt her back pressing against my chest and I felt my dick between her legs rubbing up her bottom. The heat seemed to increase, my pleasure was rising and I started to rub my hardness between her butt cheeks. I softly kissed her neck when I felt her hands gliding softly over my hips. Soft moans escaped her half closed lips when I pressed my shaft deeper…

It felt so good, it happened like two pieces just fitted together. My head pressed against her rosette and Clair pressed softly against my dick. Slowly she pressed herself on my shaft, my helmet entered her first…

“Ahhhaaa… ahhhaaa…”

“Shooot… I… stooo… stop? I asked her moaning…

“Nooo… juuust fuuuck… meee slooow… slooowlyyy…”

I thrusted gently deeper and I was overwhelmed by the heat, by this tightness. it was so dry, so hot, so intense.

“Ahhhaaa… haaa… haaa… ahhh! Clair pressed herself even harder against me… she seemed to shivver, to purr, like a cat.

Somehow I was gliding, thrusting deep in her and suddenly I was in, letting out a load moan.

Clair shouted her moan out load as well… pressing herself on my shaft, burying me deep in her ass.

“Ahhhaaa…!

Clair collapsed, pressed against me, in my arms, my cock in her anus… we both relaxed feeling my hardness deep in her.

“Its so intense Tom…” she softly moaned…

“So hot, so hard…”

“Tom, take me…” Clair moaned… “cum in me”

She twisted her body, our mouths met and while we kissed we started rocking again. Slowly and than faster, each stroke increased the pace. Soon I was thrusting into Clair and she moved against my body, i felt the energy building up in me, so differently… instead of the silky, wet and hot portal a very tight and hot tunnel… it was too much for me and I exploded instantly…

Lusty Busty Latina

For most of my life, I’ve gone after blondes. Up to this point my two serious relationships were with them. Even though, I’m Latino and there have always been Latina hotties in my neighborhood, in my city, and in my workplace; funny how things work that way. This was until I met a sexy busty cutie named Melissa who works directly across from my company’s office.

Our first meeting was a chance encounter as we were both coming out of our doors at the same time and she had a bunch of folders she was having troubling handling. She looked majorly frustrated and started cussing, especially when she dropped the folders on the floor. I bent down to help her pick them up and her top couldn’t hide her sexy jugs that stuck out prominently through the tight black material. I couldn’t help but notice and I know that she caught me when she said, “Thanks! Get a good enough view? Freak!”

I was stunned as hell. I tried to do something out of good will but got shit on. I made a mental note that this was another hot chick who was nothing but a stuck-up bitch; too bad too. She had wavy black hair down to her back, great smile and a big ass that wiggled, jiggled and stuck out in any bottoms she wore. Of course, those big melons put the final touches on an incredible vision. But, like I said, she was just like any other.

Two days later, both of us came out simultaneously only this time she wasn’t pissed as she walked towards me. “Hey, I’m Melissa. I’m sorry about the other day. Was just one of those bad days. Thank you for helping me and for wanting to take a peek. I’m very flattered.” “Ohh, heh no worries, bad days happen, it’s cool.” “Can I take you to lunch? It’s the least I can do considering I yelled at you before.” “Yah, that’d be nice. I’m down for 1 pm.” “Great! Again, I’m sorry and I hope you won’t hold it against me” “All is cool. I’ll be fine, thanks.”

What a turnaround that was. She showed a human side and maybe she wasn’t a snotty bitch. However, only time would tell. We went to the local Chili’s for lunch which is a definite place to hang during lunch and after work for happy hour. Today, Melissa was wearing a navy blue dress that left no one wondering how big her boobs and her ass were. “You look nice today”, I stated. “Aww…that is so sweet thank you. Wow, I never thought I’d hear that after the way I treated you.”

During lunch we talked about our jobs and our companies and any interesting co-workers we had. I made an exploratory statement by asking, “What does your husband or boyfriend do?” When she said she didn’t have one, my eyes perked up as did my prick. “Wow, I can tell that that was the right answer seeing how excited you are.” “Well, you just haven’t found the right guy yet.” Melissa then countered with, “Who knows, maybe I’ve found him and he’s right in front of me.”

We both smiled at each other after that statement before heading back to work. When we got back we were no doubt the talk of both offices as we hugged. I could feel her D cups with pointy nipples pressing against my chest. I rested my hands on her hips which felt fantastic. She had her hands on my back rubbing it a little as well. I felt totally comfortable and relaxed and I know she did too. Maybe this would turn out well after all.

We didn’t see each other again till Friday at closing time. This time we met in the parking lot as our cars were conveniently parked next to each other. “Hey!” “Hey Melissa, have a good weekend!” “Wait, you wanna go to happy hour?” “Hell yah that’d kick ass” “Sweet!” I followed her to Chili’s where we had a blast. We both got to meet each other’s co-workers especially the ones we’d gossiped about already.

Today she looked ravishing as she wore a top that hung on her mid-arm area leaving her shoulders bare. Her tits were now even more pronounced as I drooled at the prospect of cupping those heavy hangers while suckling her nipples like a newborn. She was wearing matching colored bottoms and heels that rounded out a smokin’ hot package. Little by little the good times and the alcohol got to us. We were definitely more playful and hands on. I’d rest my hands on her shoulder while she’d rest hers on my leg as well as rubbing it under the table.

We were the talk of the night as people from both companies I could see were talking amongst themselves about what they were seeing. I guess we were both the same type of person; laid back and easy to get along with but not too forward and kinda shy actually. This made us the perfect match.

We got out of Chili’s about 11 pm or so; two of the last people to leave. Our co-workers were long gone but no doubt we’d be talked about on Monday as Melissa and I had our hands all over each other and even kissed each other on the cheek a couple times. There was total chemistry there, just a matter of when not if, we were gonna fuck.

When we got outside I walked her over to her car. “I had a great time tonight. The best I’ve had in a while. Thank you.” “I agree it fuckin rawked Melissa. I’m so glad to have spent it with ya.” We each went forward to hug but this one was completely different. It was deeper and more curious as my hands started at the top of her back then slowly went down and rested on the small of her back right above her ass. She started with her hands around my hips and actually rested her hands on my upper ass cheeks.

When we brought our faces close together our lips met and I immediately felt the softness of her lips. This felt so fucking good it was incredible. Even though they started up as dry kisses at first, we locked up longer than a couple seconds each time. I then got bolder and pushed my tongue through and she met it with her wet, warm tongue. My hands were now fully on her ass rubbing and grabbing those sexy cheeks. She returned the favor and grabbed my ass but then snuck her right hand and rubbed the bulge in my pants.

There were moans and groans from both of us, longing to be together with someone that we really clicked with. Even though we were in a public parking lot with not too many people looking I didn’t give a fuck as I lowered her top and uncovered a mammoth tit that I hungrily attacked. I went after her nipple and sucked hard. She hissed and gasped in delight as pure wanton lust took over and I decided to ride the wave.

I then did one better as my left hand went under her bottoms and felt how drenched her panties were. I slid them aside long enough to rub her juicy clit before plunging two fingers inside her hot and steamy pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhh”, was her reaction as her body shivered from each of my assertive finger bangs. I continued to ravage her nipple as my right hand lowered the other half of her top and both mega tits were freed. I cupped and fingered her other hard pokey before she uttered, “Stop! I need to fuck you now. My place is like 5 minutes away hurry baby, hurry.”

My cock was hard enough to hammer nails as I broke the land speed record to get back to her condo. Fortunately there was one guest parking slot left and it was near her place. Things couldn’t have fallen in place any better. We went up the stairs as fast as we could and barely made it inside the door before we started seriously mackin in her living room on the floor. Hands were frantically all over each other, rubbing, tweaking, pinching, whatever happened it felt good as fuck.

She took charge and got on top of me straddling while still dressed, as she peeled off her top and her stupendous cannons were freed again. I grabbed onto them before she took my hands and pinned them back behind my head. I left them there, as she undid my belt and used her teeth to unzip me. She lowered my pants long enough to uncover my rigid rod just aching for her mouth and pussy to devour it.

She looked at me and smiled while nuzzling the tip of my cock with her nose and chin. My dick was uber sensitive and I was surprised I didn’t blast all over her gorgeous face. Without warning, she engulfed and swallowed my beef whole. She coated my shaft with copious amounts of saliva as she teased the top of it with her tongue. She was bobbing steadily and fortunately positioned herself at an angle so I had easy access to her large knockers.

I played with her major league rack while she hammered away at my dong. She throated me all the way to my balls without any hint of a gag reflex. I took down her bottoms and helped her pussy over to my face where I savagely sucked and nibbled on her pussy lips and clit. I even pointed my tongue and fucked her sweet slit tasting all the tangy juice I could. I put both my hands on her ass and even smacked her full cheeks. Each spank elicited a muffled moan so I proceeded to go harder and more consistent.

Her legs were anxiously shaking in anticipation for each slap against her ass. I began fucking her mouth as she ran her hands along my legs causing goose bumps and even stronger desire. For the first time ever, I even tongued her butthole which got her body quaking that much more. “Ohhhhh fuckkk”, filled her place as she was enjoyed her twat and tight ass being teased.

Melissa got up and I looked up at her while still on the floor. She positioned her pink right above my tool then lowered down onto me. She was wild with her strokes as she pounded my cock hard. I could hear her ass slapping against my balls while her goo was sloshing like crazy inside. She took my hands and put them on her tits before demanding, ‘GRAB HARD NOW!” I grabbed those fuckers for dear life as she showed no mercy on my peter with furious and feverish pumps and thrusts.

I could feel her sweat dripping on my face which was an immense turn on. We matched groan for groan and moan for moan as the buildup was near for immense body-slamming orgasms. The action was intense as she nailed me like it was the last fuck she’d ever have. I went from her tits to her ass and back forcing her to fuck me even harder. I could see a scowl on her face as she wanted to destroy my dick with every part of her being.

Her pussy muscles gripped my cock fiercely as we both didn’t want to let go of this abundant rapture that would unfortunately soon end. She brought her head down to mine and I grabbed it while we tongued furiously. This lasted for maybe a minute before she pushed herself back and her body exploded in one violent orgasm after another. She yelled and shouted that she was cumming as I held onto her hips and felt the force of every vigorous cum.

This triggered my sac and I reared back before unleashing wave after wave of cream covering every inch of her scorching insides. Everyone in the complex could hear every vulgarity we could throw out there. This was the gamut of cussing from two deeply satisfied beings during the ultimate climax. I pushed her hips into me as best as I could so we could make this memorable moment last as long and strong as possible.

When Melissa’s voluptuous frame ceased its constant tremors, she leaned forward and collapsed in a heap on my chest. We were both out of breath yet completely satisfied. After all these years, I finally got it right.

Handcuff My Desire

One of the things I’d never have equated with my wife Linda was kinkiness. Our sex life wasn’t boring and choreographed as other relationships I’d known about were. It seemed like we did just enough to turn each other on and keep it going but other than our honeymoon was there some spark to make it go from PG to XXX. That initial week we spent was thrilling and exciting because of the newness of everything. Now that we’ve been married a couple years that same sizzle just isn’t there all the time.

As I pulled up to the driveway one night last week after work I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The paper was still out on the front lawn and one of the neighborhood dogs was crapping next door driving my neighbor crazy. Instead of opening the front door I found it locked. That was definitely odd to me but I shrugged it off as nothing. Once I opened the door I didn’t hear any yells of “Daddy, Daddy”, fill the room. This was also odd and now very worrisome to me. I didn’t hear Linda’s voice either so I was now becoming concerned.

Where were my kids and my wife; had they been kidnapped or something? I decided to check the whole house first before calling the cops. There was nothing downstairs as I called my wife’s and kids’ names with no response. My stress level was now at a fevered pitch as the door to our bedroom was closed. I wasn’t sure what to expect. When I opened it my eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

My wife Linda was in this sexy as hell lavender bra and panties with matching garters. She was also wearing the black heels she rarely ever puts on. To top it off…she had a pair of handcuffs that she was twirling around on her right index finger. “Linda what the fuck is goin”, “Shhhhhh, everything is fine the kids are at my sisters’. Tonight it’s just you and me being playfully wild.” With that, she flung the cuffs on the floor and tackled me onto the bed.

“Linda, what the fuck has gotten into you baby”, I queried. “I want YOU inside me honey. I think we’ve both noticed there’s not as much zip in our passion anymore. I wanted to make it better. Don’t you like?” “Awww of course I do. You look smokin’ hot and make me wanna…” I didn’t get to finish as she started kissing my lips which led to a passion we hadn’t experienced in a while. Our tongues were going back and forth on each other as I rubbed her perfect tits encased in a boner raging bra while she rubbed the rigid bulge in my pants.

Linda unbuttoned my shirt and started roaming her hands all over my hairy chest. She bent down and nibbled on my nipples driving me wild. I grabbed her left tit as the feelings of ecstasy got more intense. She undid my slacks with her left hand and ran her hand underneath stroking my throbbing shaft. She pulled my pants down far enough to where she hand enough room to feast on my dick. Her tongue covered and coated my shaft with abundant saliva while with the other hand she played with my nipples.

I was going to undo her bra when she backed away. “Not yet baby, not yet. Wait just a little bit longer”, she stated. Linda started undressing me completely and with each piece of clothing she took off I was getting more and more amped over what would happen next. Did she want me in those cuffs or her? Once I was fully nude she kissed my cock head then licked the length of my shaft. I had the chills when she also cupped my balls at the same time. “Fuck Linda, I wanna pound the fuck out of you. C’mon baby lets..” “Patience baby, patience; you will have it all.”

Linda nearly swallowed my entire cock by going almost all the way to my balls. I put my hand behind her head and fucked her eager mouth as her steady muffled moans proved she loved the aggression. I couldn’t do this for too long before I’d cum. Seconds later she got up off my aching cock and made her way over to the cuffs that she picked up off the floor. She then went over to and opened the dresser on one side of the bed and brought out another pair of cuffs.

I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This was so out of left field but fortunately I stopped thinking and continued enjoying. She cuffed one part of the head board and attached it to her left hand before lying on the bed and innocently asking, “Can you please help me baby? Please?” When I got to her hand I kissed it a couple times before cuffing it and attaching the other cuff to the head board. After doing this I stepped back to the foot of the bed to drink in the visual before me.

Linda hands and arms were completely immobile as she had her dick-raising bra, panties, garters and heels to complete the package. More of a surprise was the confidence she exuded through all this. Something that someone has never done before may cause nerves, but she was as cool and sexy as possible. After burning the view in my brain forever, I started at her feet and work my way up.

Even as I was slowly taking off her heels she had a look of desire on her face I hadn’t seen in quite some time. Her body was twisting and turning like she was in sexual agony and needed to be satisfied. Once the heels came off I started rubbing her feet, eliciting moans and groans. For the first time ever I even sucked and nibbled on each toe making the moans a little louder.

I ran my hands up her shin and calves, rubbing firmly along the way. When I got to her thighs I spread her legs a little wider and focused on the inside near her pussy. “You motherfucker you know how much that makes me so wet. Fuck me now baby, please?” I continued steadily rubbing as hisses and ragged breathing now took over. She was annoyed as I pretended not to hear her. “Baby…now baby…FUCK ME NOW!

I rubbed her pussy over her panties and she was sopping wet. She continually told me not to tease anymore but I maintained control. I unhooked the garters and slid them slowly down her legs. She was now fit to be fucking tied as I was having so much fun. I went down and positioned my face in front of her pussy, snacking on her clit as she now made noise trying to flail her arms. The cuffs were hitting the headboard as the sound got louder. She acted as if she could break her hands free but it wasn’t gonna happen.

I got part of her panties in my teeth, bit down and took her panties seductively off that way. Linda whined and whimpered while her legs were shifting anxiously. I kissed a trail from her feet to her pussy before ravaging her. I my nose pressed hard against her clit as I stuck my tongue in as far as possible. I lapped her tangy goodness as her body was thrusting upwards to meet my licking and tongue fucking. Just when I was getting close to her point of no return I pulled away. I then kissed another trail from her stomach up to her chest.

I reached behind Linda to unhook her bra and she whined, “Goddammit baby, FUCK. I need you…I need it. FUCK ME! Stop doing this to me! I can’t fucking take it any longer!” Again I pretended not to hear her as I took off the bra and uncovered her luscious tits. I teased each nipple with my nose before licking each erect tip. Shivers went through her entire body as I nibbled on her nipples. The hissing and now gasps were uttered constantly.

Next, I got on my knees and rubbed my rock-hard dick along her lips. She kissed my head before I slid balls deep into her mouth. I again grabbed a hold of the back of her head and resumed fucking her mouth. Linda’s legs moved about as she was writhing in ecstasy. Her lips covered the head while her tongue took care of the entire shaft. I reached down and started fucking her pussy with three fingers. Her juices drenched my digits as I upped the pace immediately. My palm was popping her clit causing her body to squirm and shift in delight.

I needed to fuck Linda now so I pulled out of her mouth and got on my knees in front of her pussy. I made one last tease in that I rubbed my cock against the outside of her lips and poked her clit a little. I played this angle for about a minute before plunging my prick inside her steaming slit. This was nothing gentle about my strokes as I hammered her from the start. I got in a comfy position then grabbed onto her hips before relentless pounding her pink.

She was crying out in ecstasy as I used all the leverage in the world to destroy her pink. I then changed my rhythm slightly because I was ready to blow. I wanted to last a little longer so I pulled all the way out then shoved it back in. Loud cries of “FUCK ME…FUCK ME HARD”, filled the air as sweat dripped from her forehead. Her big titties were bouncing and flopping about due to the force I was nailing her with. I went from her hips to her tits as I grabbed them with equal severity.

We looked at each other and smiled as we knew this was the perfect antidote to our sexual malaise. Pulling out then pushing in actually backfired because it made me even more wound up and ready to blow. I pull all my energy into vigorous slams that caused her whole body to spasm while she cried out that she was cumming. Her flesh went through a blitzkrieg of orgasms that rocked her to her core. Her hand and arms were trying to free themselves from the cuffs but couldn’t as her frame was under siege.

Chants of “ohh God” and “ohh fuck” were liberally littered throughout this intense bang. Right when I felt the shower of her juices on my cock my balls unfurled powerful blasts that stuffed her snatch with nonstop amounts of cream. My orgasm was way different too. It’s like I came really hard then waited and came really hard again. I couldn’t remember having a double shot like that but my sac hadn’t been under attack like that in quite a while.

Once we cooled down I rubbed her sexy, sweaty body all over. Linda then surprised me again by saying, “Baby, I need it. I’m thirsty…give me a taste baby.” It’s also been a while since she’s wanted a taste and I quickly placed my still throbbing dick into her mouth and she hungrily drained me dry. I was still pretty sensitive but I wasn’t going to let this stop me from continuous ultimate pleasure.

Needless to say, our sex life has taken off again and is now back to where it should be. Let’s just say her sister is owed a ton of dinners and other perks and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

In The Red

Look, I said I wasn’t drunk, okay? I know what I saw on Halloween night. And what I felt. I remember the incredible sensation of having my pussy and asshole stretched to their absolute limits. Honest to God – although maybe that’s a poor choice of words, considering – it was the most magnificent cock I’ve ever seen. When I recall taking that big, beautiful dick inside my body, I am not sure whether I should shudder, play with myself or jump in front of a train.

Have you ever let a guy screw you, and enjoyed the hell out of the experience, but wondered the next day what you were thinking? Multiply those morning heebie-jeebies by about a zillion, and you will be halfway to knowing how I feel.

What really sucks is that I have to confess it was the most mind-blowingly greatest sex of my life. I felt like I came from every single pore of my body.

That takes care of the shuddering and wanting to “work out at the Y.” As for the third option, well, that would only be playing into his hands, wouldn’t it?

It was my roommate Jilly’s idea for us to go to the party as each other’s date. We woke up under her covers together on Halloween morning. Jilly has the top bunk in our dorm room. My lower one usually is covered with books and CDs and all kinds of other crap, so we sleep together in her bunk a lot. Both of us are on the petite side, so there is plenty of room. Plus we like to “mess around” sometimes.

It’s not like we are lesbians or anything. Both of us are very into men, thank you very much. But sometimes a girl likes to be kissed and cuddled by another girl. Especially when that girl’s complete asshole of a boyfriend has just dumped her for a stupid, flat-chested bitch he met at a weekend kegger.

Jilly is a real beauty. She is part Native American, with copper skin and long, silky black hair. She knew exactly what I needed when she got home from one of her late classes the night before. I had left my bunk even more cluttered than normal.

“Looks like somebody wants a good licking,” she said, taking off her coat.

I blushed. “Too obvious?”

“Way. But that’s okay.” She put her arms around me. I love the way Jilly kisses. She hardly uses any pressure at all, so our lips barely touch, but that only makes it sexier. I ran my hands up and down her narrow back. I could feel through her bouse that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her perfect little boobs were so firm, she doesn’t need one.

We got out of our clothes and climbed into Jilly’s bed. If any man ever touched me the way Jilly does, I would marry him in a heartbeat. She goes nice and slow, moving her fingers so gently, they wouldn’t make a ripple in a pool. She tweaks my nipples just hard enough, making them nice and stiff. She massages my mound for a good, long time before slipping a finger between my pussy lips.

Jilly always sucks hard on my tits when she finger-fucks me. I love the way she uses her thumb on my clitty at the same time. Getting her for a roommate was one of the luckiest things that ever happened to me, that’s for sure.

The girls in one of the rooms next door pounded on the wall when I got loud. I couldn’t help myself. Jilly was licking my clit and squeezing both of my titties at the time. I came like a siren going off. When we woke up in each other’s arms the next morning, I was definitely a happy girl.

She knew I had planned on going with David to the Halloween gig that one of the dorms was throwing. I already had picked up our costumes before David broke up with me over the phone. Our rented outfits were in my closet.

“Screw him,” Jilly said. “I’ll be your date. Maybe we can find you a new boyfriend who isn’t such a prick. I’ll wear his costume, since it’s already paid for.”

“It would be way too big on you,” I said.

“Hey, that will only make me look cuter!”

She turned out to be right. The costume David would have worn was a 1920s-style pinstriped “zoot suit,” complete with dangling silver watch fob, gray fedora and black-and-white spats. After using some pins to shorten the legs and draw in the waist, Jilly looked so good, I took a picture of her.

I was her “flapper” girlfriend, with a fringed mini dress that barely covered my crotch, a sequined headband, white stockings and ruffled black garters. The lady who ran the costume shop said my boobs were bigger than a real flapper’s would be. But she added, “I’m sure the boys won’t mind.”

So, okay, Jilly and I went to the party. And who was the first person we see? That prick David, making out in the corner with the sleazy whore he dumped me for. I felt like jabbing her with my foot-long cigarette holder. Jilly steered me toward the basement stairs before I could make a scene.

“A girl who lives here said they went nuts with the haunted-house decorations,” she said. “Let’s go check them out.”

The dorm was three six-story buildings joined at the corners in a “U” shape, with a basement that extended under all three. That made for a lot of rooms, alcoves and hallways to fix up down there.

It was dark and creepy, with lots of fake spiderwebs and rag curtains over doorways. Organ music with intermittent screams and groans came over hidden speakers. A bunch of guys had been enlisted to jump out wearing costumes and scare the crap out of people.

The decorating committee definitely had gone all out. Jilly and I managed to get separated in a cardboard maze. I pushed against one panel, making and opening where two of the “walls” were not joined very well. I squeezed though, planning to sneak to the end and scare Jilly when she emerged.

Instead, I found myself in a pitch-black hallway, feeling my way. I turned a corner and saw a sliver of red light under a door. I pushed that door open.

Opps.

The room looked like it might be a TV lounge the rest of the year, but the light bulbs had been replaced with red ones. Plus there were lit candles everywhere, some really powerful incense was burning and the thermostat must have been turned up to “bake.” Whatever was blaring from the stereo was gloomy enough to give Trent Renzor the willies.

Sitting in the middle of all this, with his muscular legs spread and his outstretched arms resting on the backs of the sofa cushions, was a red guy with no clothes on. He wasn’t red because of the lighting. His skin was the color red, from his handsome face down to his bare feet, and including the big, stiff dick sticking out from his body.

Oh, and he also had horns, little stubby ones that curled up from his forehead.

Any sensible girl in my situation would have excused herself and backed away. Or maybe let out a shriek, turned tail and run.

But if you could have seen this guy, you would know why I stuck around. Not to sound shallow, but he looked like a prime candidate for “sexiest man alive.” He was so good looking, he made my pussy itch. Dark, curly hair; square jaw; broad shoulders; an oiled chest that was straight out of a body-building magazine; six-pack abs; and Jesus Christ what a cock.

Face it, guys: Any girl who says penis size doesn’t matter is just trying to make you feel good. Give any of us a choice, and we will go for the big dick every time.

The devil on the sofa had a red cock as big around as my forearm, and just about as long. Even though his dick was hard enough to be sticking up at an angle from his jet-black pubic hair, his foreskin still surrounded most of his swollen cockhead. His balls hung like two eggs in a red leather pouch.

I looked into his black eyes. “Welcome to hell,” he said. “Why don’t you join me?” He patted a place on the sofa.

Understand, normally I’m not a first-date-fuck kind of girl. Still, at that moment, all I could think about was getting this stranger’s thick, pulsing cock in my pussy. Maybe it was lust at first sight. Or maybe it was something more demonic.

I tried to act cool as I sat on the sofa. But my eyes kept returning to the stranger’s dick. I never had seen one that big around. What woman wouldn’t want to feel a cock like that stretching her open?

“You’ve been a good girl all your life, haven’t you?” he said. His voice was very deep.

I decided to play along. “Maybe too good,” I said. I wondered how he got his horns to stay on. They looked very realistic, the way they seemed to come right out of his forehead.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you saying that you want to be bad?”

This guy was too much. I couldn’t believe he could be so totally laid-back while he was sitting there naked with a stiffie.

“I definitely want to be bad right now,” I said. I batted my eyes, pursed my lips, and ran a finger down his bare chest. If he was going to be the devil, I would be the flirtatious flapper I was dressed as.

None of his red skin coloring came off on my finger.

“Are you willing to smoke the devil’s pipe?” he said. The way he was looking in my eyes, combined with the stifling room temperature, made me hot in both senses of the term.

I wanted to smoke his pipe, all right. I gave him a smile, leaned over and took his beautiful dick in my hand. I tugged the cowl of his foreskin down from his bulging cockhead. That smooth head was as red as the rest of his body, all the way around, even under the ridge.

I took his big cock in my mouth. Whatever he had used to color his skin had no flavor. All I could taste was his warm, slightly salty flesh. I bobbed up and down. His hard-on seemed to get even bigger as I sucked it. I was only able to take about half of its length. When I took my mouth away, that top half was still as red as the rest.

“Show me your pussy,” he said. His tone of voice managed to sound casual and commanding at the same time. I had the feeling nobody ever told him “no.”

I stood in front of him. I reached between my shoulder blades for the zipper of my fringed mini dress. I let the dress fall around my ankles. He made no move to help me take off my bra and panties. Most guys want to be in on that part, but he just sat and watched.

My body was covered in sweat. I unhooked my bra and shrugged it off, freeing my big boobs. I skinned down my bikini panties. When I started to roll down my white stockings, he said, “Don’t.”

He had taken his cock in his hand and was stroking it, covering and uncovering its fat head with his red foreskin. That looked so dirty and completely shameless, it made my mouth water. I was so turned on that the tops of my inner thighs felt wet.

“Come here and sit on my cock,” he said.

I stepped toward him. I put a knee on either side of his body on the sofa cushions, so my crotch was above his. He still had his dick in his fist. He rubbed his cockhead back and forth on the oily slit between my pussy lips. When he put his hot mouth on one of my nipples and sucked, I sat down hard on his rigid pole, taking the whole thing at one time.

I threw back my head and groaned as I sat there with his gigantic dick inside me. When I started hunching up and down on it, every second was like a climax. My pussy lips were stretched open so wide that my clit rubbed directly against his tool.

The curving undersides of his little horns pressed against my chest as he sucked my nipples. I felt him push two fingers up my asshole. I was on fire, bucking and moaning and yelping like a slut who couldn’t get enough. One thing was for sure: This devil was doing one hell of a good job of making me forget my boyfriend.

We must have fucked that way for an hour, me bucking up and down on his lap, until I felt his cock swell and spurt inside my creamy cunt. His semen squished out all around the base of his dick.

But he didn’t go soft.

He rolled me onto my back and stuck his huge prick back inside my pussy. He placed my heels on his shoulders, so he could fuck me deep. He pulled out long enough to eat my pussy for a good, long time. Then his cock was inside me again. The next time he pulled out, he shot what looked like a pint of cum onto my belly and tits. I rubbed it into my skin, then licked the palms of my hands.

He still didn’t go soft.

He turned me over so I was on all fours, with my butt in the air. He held my sweaty cheeks apart and gave me a rimjob that was so great, I thought I was losing my mind. I heard myself begging him to fuck me in the ass.

I think my soul actually left my body at the point when his red dick was balls-deep in my ass. I groaned with every thrust. I reached down to play with my clit while he buggered me. The I heard him groan. He pushed all the way in and came for the third time that night. I could feel his hot sperm filling up my ass.

He pulled his still-stiff dick from my asshole. I was so fucked out and tired by then that all I wanted to do was fall asleep in his strong arms. I was surprised to see him walk behind the sofa.

“I am quite sure that I will be seeing you again,” he said. “Sooner or later.”

Nobody believes the next part. Jilly says it must have been some kind of magician’s trick. All I know is that I saw a puff of red smoke, smelled something like burnt matches and all of a sudden my mystery man was gone. I searched behind the sofa. Heck, I searched the whole room. Nothing.

Then I fell asleep.

A couple of girls who live in that dorm found me down there the next morning. They assumed I had passed out after too much drinking. I asked them who had played the devil.

They looked at each other like I was nuts. One of them said, “We didn’t have a devil.” They seemed very annoyed about all of the melted candles in the room.

Jilly says the guy was just some smart-ass with red skin dye and superglued horns who saw an opportunity and made the most of it. She tells me that I am sure to meet up with him again. Sooner or later.

I haven’t quite worked out whether that would be a good thing. But then again – what the hell?

At The Laundromat

Mark dumped the laundry on top of the washer and closed the community laundry room door while Kimberly fished in her shorts for the quarters. He watched as her soft sweat shorts bobbed around, displaying her tight thighs and ass beneath. He knew she was out of panties and he would have to do little to get an unobstructed view of her beauty. He himself was in his last clean t-shirt, and the swim trunks that he had worn for the last three days. He too was out of underwear and was willing his penis not to tent out the nylon of his shorts.

She finally found the roll of quarters and started dumping them into the two machines they needed. She bent over the machines to throw in the separated laundry and add soap. Mark could see her breasts hanging down freely, barely held by her middy t-shirt and he got a great view of the sweat material cupping her tender buttocks. Unable to control himself, he reached out cupping her cheeks in his hands. She smiled over her shoulder, pouring soap and wiggling her can at the same time.

“Can’t you wait til we get back to the apartment?”

“Not really,” he replied hiding, his now rising pants against her ass. His throbbing bulge nestled between her buttocks and she thrust back against him in response. He reached forward, cupping her breasts in his hands and pushing them together and then down, his fingers finding her taut nipples and squeezing them delicately. Kim’s eyes closed and she thrust back further, rocking Mark on his heels. She closed the loaded machines and then gripped them, laying flat against their smooth, cool surfaces.

Mark reached between her legs and felt the wetness through her shorts and the engorged lips of her delicious pussy. He rubbed her slowly, and she pushed against his hand then back against his cock grinding her cheeks. He reached up with his free hand and slipped down her shorts, exposing her apple-shaped rear. Kim pushed against him with her ass out in the cool breeze of the room.

“No. We’ll get caught,” she said, but her body spoke volumes against her words, her pace not slowing as she rubbed him through his trunks and stretched out on the machines, ready for anything. Mark held her shorts in one hand and pulled down his with the other. His penis sprang out and nestled in her warm crack. Kimberly oohed at his heat and settled against him, pulling her top up so she could rest her breasts on the machine. Her nipples were swollen with the cold and excitement and she bucked against him, begging him silently to enter her. Mark set his shorts loosely under his balls and slipped his bulging cock between her legs, rubbing her wetness with his pulsing member. She reached down, guiding him to her, rubbing herself with him as if he were her toy and then with a sigh of delight from them both, slipped him in between her moist lips, plunging deep inside her softness.

Mark grabbed her hips in his hands and began to stroke her, but she stopped him breathily.

“Not yet,” she gasped, pressed some buttons on the machine and shut the doors. Both washers rumbled into life and she pressed back against Mark who was already driving into her again. Kimberly pressed her groin against the roiling washers, the vibrations thrumming through her legs straight through to her pucker. Mark groaned as he rammed his way into her, then pulled out then deep inside again, flexing as she pulled at his manhood within her. The vibrations ran up his hammering cock and down through his balls. He closed his eyes and just stroked her, the combined delicious pressure of her cunt and the rumbling from the machine bringing him closer to exquisite happiness.

Kimberly swayed on the machine, her dark hair matching her motions as she rubbed her nipples on the chilly, stirring washer lids. She lifted on leg, grinding herself against her mechanical mate as much as she could, driving the sensations through her and into Mark’s pounding organ, to come back to her amplified, driving her crazy with vibrating lust.

A rattle was heard at the door behind them as someone tried their key to the secure laundry room door.

“Go away!” They yelled in unison, their voices augmented by the rumbling washer. The jiggling stopped, but they could hear an indignant humph as someone spied them through the plate-glass window that looked into the laundry room. They obviously lingered, maybe to stroke him or herself or maybe to wonder whether they could join, because it took a few minutes for the footsteps to walk away. Mark and Kimberly didn’t care either way, so wonderful was their noisy threesome.

Mark grabbed the thigh that was astraddle one washer and dug his fingers into her ass with his other hand, pushing her on top of the machine. He pressed his balls against the machine, feeling with full force the tremblings that were running through her. He held himself in her deeply, grinding against her and she returned the favor, driving her ass against his stomach and trying to balance so as not to fall off. The pressure in her cunt and the vibrations that filled her being were too much and she cried out, almost muffled by the grinding machines, and Mark took his cue. He bent her over the machine as far as she’d go and drove into her with deep strokes, willing his balls to tighten and his cum to rise. As Kimberly shrieked in the throes of her own orgasm, Mark filled her spasming canal with his juicy load, pressing deeply within her, the machine getting him off from below as her pussy sucked him from above.

Finally spent, he slipped out of her with a wet slurp and quickly hauled his trunks up to waist level. Like a rubber band, her sweat shorts popped up over her ass, and Kimberly stood up, albeit shakily, as if nothing had happened. She brushed some stray hair from her eyes with trembling fingers. A large wet spot was growing at the junction between her legs as his wetness slipped from hers.

“I think we need to get back and clean up ourselves,” she said, grinning. He kissed her and nodded. Mark grabbed the empty basket, took her hand and they made their way back to the apartment.

Welcome Home

Andrea waited at the gate. It had been weeks since she had seen her lover and she was not handling it well. She felt like her pussy was on fire constantly, a deep burning fire from being so horny, the bed post looked sexy late at night. She needed to feel his touch and to hold him. Then she needed the shit fucked out of her so hard she couldn’t breath.
The plane had landed and was moving towards the boarding gate. Andrea ran her fingers through her hair and then straightened her clothing. She wanted to look perfect. Sheer white blouse, black skirt and jacket, no bra, no panties, thigh highs, heels, and garters. Her small breasts didn’t sag a bit and were as firm as when she was 20, the nipples were stiff so that when she moved, an observant viewer could see she was aroused or very, very cold.
The plane docked at the gate and Andrea licked her lips so the would be wet and shiny when he first saw her. She wanted him to see her and want her instantly. She sprayed a little perfume on her neck and put the atomizer back in her purse and waited. It seemed forever she waited.
The people began to file out of the plane slowly, then a large group came out but, he wasn’t among them. She glanced around and tried to peer over the people walking out the gate for a sight of him. Finally she saw him walking down the tunnel from the plane. He was smiling, he saw her first. She giggled and her face broke into a big smile. The plans were thrown out the window of being seductive and aloof. Seeing him made her tingle and she couldn’t wait to hold him and be held.
He made his way through the crowd and dropped his bag as he approached her. They embraced and kissed for what seemed like an eternity, neither wanting to break the embrace. When at last they did she pulled back and looked at him and smiled. She brushed the hair back that was hanging in his eyes and kissed him again.
The entire way to baggage claim they never stopped touching and holding each other. At first it was walking arm in arm and then holding hands. Then she stood in front of him as they waited for the baggage to be placed on the carousel by the airline, his arms wrapped around her and she pressed back into him. She began to whisper in her ear, telling her how much he missed her, how much he wanted her. His breath on her neck made her knees feel week.
The baggage came and they grabbed his and made for the airport exit but, he pulled her to the side on the way. He led her down to an empty gate that was shrouded in shadows. No planes were coming in this late at night and the area was empty. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She felt her whole body go to jelly as she melded into his arms.
He reached up a hand and slid it under her jacket, she glanced around, afraid of being caught but, they were alone. His fingers closed over a nipple and he began to fondle it and play with it as they kissed. She moaned as he played with her and she felt her pussy dripping wetness down her legs. She wanted him so bad.
He pulled back and smiled and let go of her nipple and bent over to his bag. She smiled and wondered what he was up to. He unzipped one packet and began to fish around inside until he found what he was after and smiled at her. She tried to peek but, he blocked her view and pulled something out. She gave a start when she saw a small vibrator, still in the box, in his hand. He gave her an evil grin and she shook her head no and glanced around the area again.
His smile got to her though and she relented and he ripped the box open and tossed it away as he pulled out a small chrome vibrator. She blushed as she saw it but, she could feel her pussy ache for it. She wanted it so bad, anything so bad. She was burning up inside.
He handed it to her and then went back to his bag again. She wondered, what now? As he fished around again. Smiling he pulled out a pair of black silk panties and handed them to her as well. She gave him a questioning smile as she took them and he laughed and kissed her.
He took the vibrator and turned it on. The tiny engine making a slight whir and humming noise. She looked around again but, he pulled her back before she scanned the whole area. He slid his hand and the vibrator under her skirt and pressed the tip against her clit. The vibrations shot through her and she let out a moan without thinking. He laughed and let the vibrator slide into her slit and then slid it deep into her pussy.
It was like a waterfall as he pushed it into her. Her juices dripping down her legs. He slid the small 5 inch vibrator all the way in her and past her lips. She grabbed his arms for balance and closed her eyes as the vibrations began to make her head spin. Next he took the panties and she stepped into them. They were tight as he pulled them up, so tight, nothing was going to drop out of them.
That was how they walked out of the airport. She had the vibrator in her pussy going full tilt and could barely walk. He was grabbing her ass and kissing her every time no one was looking. The walked into the parking lot and to the car.
Once at the car he stopped her and kissed her again. Checking for others in the area he saw they were alone and smiled. He reached down and unzipped his fly and revealed he was wearing no underwear. She smiled and licked her lips and told him she couldn’t wait till they got home. He told her neither could he and pushed her to her knees.
Kneeling on the cold concrete she began to suck his hard cock. She loved the feel of it in her mouth. She licked down the shaft and played with the balls but, he had a more direct approach in mind. He took hold of it and began to press the head of his cock against her lips until she allowed it to slide into her mouth. He stroked the shaft as she sucked and licked the head. Moments into it she could taste his precum.
The vibrator in her pussy was making it hard to concentrate. She could feel a fire boiling in her, slowly building to a release. She sucked on his head as he jerked off faster and faster. He wanted to cum, she could see that. She grabbed his balls and began to gently squeeze them, they were so full, so much cum for her. His breathing became ragged and he started thrusting into her mouth as he stroked. She knew he was going to cum soon.
He pulled her off his cock and jerked her to her feet. Turning her around he pushed her over the hood of the car and pulled up her skirt. She was too far gone in her own passion to care anymore. He grabbed her panties and ripped them off her. The sound of ripping silk driving her nuts, she loved that sound.
The vibrator slid out of her and then he was in her. It was hard and fast, a good fuck. He slammed his cock into her so hard and fast she tried to scream out in pleasure but, found she couldn’t make more then a tiny squeak. Then she came. It was a sudden one, her entire body shook and she felt wave after wave of fire burning through her. She tried to push back on him but, he pushed her hard onto the hood of the car and kept fucking her through her orgasm.
She finally was trembling and twitching from her cum and he let her up and turned her around again. He pushed her back to her knees and she took his cock back into her mouth. He stroked himself furiously until finally he moaned loud and cum began to shower her. She couldn’t drink it all, it splashed all over her face and neck. It wet her white blouse and her hair. He shot gush after gush of hot salty cum all over her until he whipped the last drops on her lips.
Looking up covered in cum, Andrea smiled at him, “Welcome home baby.”

Shall we do it again?

Robert walked into the apartment he shared with two buddies after his run, still toweling down. It had been hot and humid so he was drenched more than usual. He slipped his feet out of his running shoes and tossed his towel and soaked shirt on the floor next to them. He walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door, letting the cool envelope his body as he looked for a cold bottle of Gatorade. He opened the bottled and sucked it down in great gulps.

“Hey! Close the fridge door, dude!”

He looked around surprised as he didn’t think anyone was going to be home. He was staggered to see a tall, delicious-looking brunette with dark brown eyes. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and her tits were straining the fabric. He thought that if he tilted his head, he would be able to see her pussy because her shorts were so short and so tight. He wondered if she was bare or furry.

“Dude!”, she said again, and he realized he’d been staring. He closed the fridge door.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Shelly. And you must be Robert.”

“Yea. So, um, Shelly, you are. . . “

“Matt’s friend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Just friend. He said I could crash here for a couple of days until I find my own place.” She told him she’d gotten a job with a local firm, that she and Matt were tight when they were in college and had remained good friends since then.

“Um, okay. Cool. Yea. No problem. Listen, I’m going to go grab a shower. I’m pretty grimy after my run.”

Shelly had walked over to him and was clearly giving him a look of interest. “You look fine to me.”

Robert was proud of his physique. He worked out periodically so had well-defined chest and arm muscles. He would have liked his abs to be more cut, but he usually chose to run rather than do crunches. He liked the way running made him feel.

“Hmmm,” she said. “Hazel.”

“Sorry.”

“You eyes are hazel. I couldn’t tell from across the room.”

“Yea, um, hazel. Look, I’ll go take that shower now. Make yourself at home.”

He didn’t quite run out of the kitchen, but he realized that Shelly had rattled him. He had broken up with Amy 5 months ago and had been out of circulation since then. He knew he ran to relieve stress as much as anything else. But Shelly had completely turned him on. She smelled good and damn! She looked good.

He had the master bedroom of the apartment so stripped out of his running shorts and jock before heading in to the shower, muttering about his semi-erect penis. He turned the water on hot and stepped in, letting it surge over his body. He was vain enough to like the glass doors of the shower so he could see his reflection in the mirror, but this afternoon he just soaped up and rinsed off quickly, but then stood in the shower a few minutes thinking about Shelly. Her eyes, her long black hair, her full lips, her tits pushing against her t-shirt, her legs. Absent-mindedly he stroked his cock until he had a full-on raging hardon.

“Fuck,” he said. He really didn’t want to masturbate in the shower, but he couldn’t walk around with this erection.

He was startled out of his daydream when the door to the shower opened, a hand reached it and turned off the water. He wiped the water from his eyes and saw Shelly standing there. She was naked and holding a towel.

He stepped out of the shower unable for the moment to put two thoughts together.

“Bare,” he thought, when he glimpsed her shaved pussy.

Shelly stepped up to him and began to towel him off. She started at his shoulders, dried his back and then his ass, spending quite a bit of time drying his ass crack. He didn’t think he could be more aroused and yet, somehow, he was. She dried the back of his legs and then stood up to move to his front.

She tried his arms and then his chest, leaning over to brush her lips across his nipples. He groaned loudly. She smiled.

She dried his belly, but then kneeled to dry his legs from the ankles up. She dried the inside of his thighs. By now he was panting. His cock throbbed, the veins seemed to pop out and he thought he would explode soon. She dried his balls. He moaned again and then he felt her warm mouth on them.

He thought his knees would buckle as she sucked and licked his balls. She still hadn’t touched his cock and his need was growing by the second.

She stood up and tossed the towel down before reaching out to take his hand and leading him back to his room. She pushed him back on his bed. He scooted up on it as she crawled up on the bed and between his legs.

She spread his legs and licked him from wherever she could reach up towards his balls and then sucked his balls again. Hard. Pulling them in her mouth as though she would swallow them.

“Ahhh fuck me, fuck me!”, he said. “Damn that feels so fuckin’ good!”

She smiled at him as she took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it, the tip already wet with precum. She leaned over to suck the tip, letting her teeth graze the head. He jerked and thought he would cum right then.

She lowered her head slowly on his cock. He knew he was above average and he watched as the shaft disappeared in her mouth, groaning as he felt her take him deep throat. “Fuck girl, oh fuck!!”

He wanted to hold her head and fuck her face hard because he suddenly felt desperate to cum. She seemed to sense his need because she slipped out of her mouth and crawled up to straddle him. Shelly held his cock firmly as she lowered herself on his cock. When he was completely in her, she paused for just a few seconds and wiggled around a little as thought to make sure he packed in completely.

“Damn, babe,” she said, “you fill me good.”

He grinned at her and grabbed her hips as they started to grind against each other, his need more desperate than hers but her want just as great. He watched as her tits bounced as they thrust up and down with and against each other. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he came and sure enough, he felt his need explode as he dug his fingers in her hips and pushed up in her as though to go even deeper in her pussy. He grunted each time he pushed up and then groaned loudly with each thrust as he came and came.

He heard her whisper urgently, “Don’t stop yet, baby. Just a few more for me” and he continued to thrust up hard and fast until she closed her eyes, threw back her head, and nearly howled as she came.

They slowed the pace of their movements and soon she slumped over him, his cock still in her.

She kissed him gently on the lips, then more deeply, almost hungrily. He pushed her so he popped out of her and she felt on to her back. He explored her body eagerly with his hands and his mouth. The softness of her breasts, each larger than a softball. He thumbed her nipple as he found her mouth again and kissed her with tremendous passion and want.

He kissed her gently on the lips as she had kissed him and soon his fingers found their way to her hot, wet pussy. He slipped his fingers between her pussy lips as he kissed her mouth.

She smiled and whispered what would soon become a private joke between them, “Shall we do it again?” He returned her smile and nodded as his cock responded to her invitation.

A Taste of White Meat

Goes without saying that I ain’t using my man’s real name, trashy ass sportswriters would have themselves too much fun dragging his black ass over the coals for some of what I got to say and he don’t need the humiliation of the rest of what I got to say. I’m just gonna call him Hollis, I always wanted me a man named Hollis. Anyhow, he’s basically a good man. It was just that the season was real tough on him this year, the team not playing up to expectations and all and him fighting all them nagging injuries and taking all that flak. If the fool hadn’t taken it all out on me right before leaving for that East Coast swing none of the following shit would have happened. But, he did and it did and even though I got me some regrets about cheating on the man, I certainly did enjoy myself at the time. Got to admit that, straight up.

We were having some landscaping done on the new place we bought in the hills. It was a hot day. I’d already changed into my cute little pink bikini, planning on swimming after Hollis left. Of course, then we got in the argument. Him in his fine blue suit and me nearly nude just screaming at each other. Thank goodness the man had to leave for the airport, before things really got out of hand. I was still steaming about all the shit Hollis had laid on me when I noticed that the landscaping crew was setting up the rose garden in the wrong damn spot. I called out to some little Mexican fella and told him to tell whatever idiot was in charge that I wanted to see him pronto.

I was, sitting on the porch with a tall, strong drink when this muscular young white boy with long blonde hair comes strolling up all tanned and sweaty. He wasn’t wearing no shirt which just showed off his fine shiny hairless pecs and six pack of a belly. With his tight, faded jeans looked like a cover boy for some bodice ripper paperback novel. I was half expecting to hear some cultured European accent and fancy sounding words come out of them smooth white lips so it set me back a step when the words came out all backwoods southern honey.

“Excuse me, ma’am, Juan said you wanted to see me?”

His name was Lance and he was the foreman. I invited him into the house to take a look at the drawings I had of the layout. Just looking into his pretty blue eyes and smelling his honest sweat was giving my body a whole different interpretation to the word “layout”. I could tell he was sneaking a peek at my bronze body. I keep myself in good shape for a girl approaching thirty. My 36Cs still ride firm and high, my belly is tight and flat. My long brown legs are smooth and I got me them buns of steel from all my workouts. That little pink bikini didn’t cover much of my sexy brown body and I could tell that white boy was appreciating the view.

When I dug the drawings out of the bottom drawer of the desk, I lingered some to let him get a look at my fine, round ass, wiggling it around a bit as I dug through some other papers. Looking down at the big lump in his jeans, it was obvious that my booty shaking hadn’t gone unnoticed. I sat down on the bed, spread out the drawings and invited him to sit down with me. Leaning over the paper, I gave him a prime view of my impressive cleavage as I pointed out different features on the layout. Much to my surprise, it turned out that he was putting them roses right where the drawing said they should be. I went all apologetic, explaining all the stress I’d been under recently and bringing myself to the verge of tears. When he reached over to comfort me, it was like a surge of electricity ran between us.

Before I knew it I was in his strong arms and we was hugging and kissing to beat the band. With confident hands he undid my bikini top and set my big brown beauties free. His callused white hands caressed them gently as I worked to unbuckle and unzip his jeans. He kicked off his boots while sucking on one of my big black nipples, sending waves of lust down from my boob straight into my pussy. With his jeans and black bikini briefs still down around his ankles he slid down and untied my bikini bottom with his teeth. He smelled of tangy sweat and saltines, his hard white butt was sticking straight up in the air, I could feel his warm breath on my curly pubes. Twisting my body round, I sent us over to our sides. With my head down by his feet, I freed up his ankles as he started licking on my hot twat. I moved up his smooth, strong white legs and found his big, pink, uncut cock surrounded by a tuft of ash blonde hairs. The foreskin was red, as was the shiny slit poking out all friendly like. His pussy licking was making me crazy with desire. I gobbled up that pink shaft in between my full ebony lips, inviting half of its erect eight inches into my hot, wet mouth.

We lay there side by side, munching on each other and moaning for several delicious minutes. I liked the feeling of his pink balls bouncing up against my chin as I sucked his white cock and loved the sensational things his tongue was doing both inside and outside my hungry wet pussy. We were writhing on that big bed, lost deep between each other’s strong legs. It was my first taste of white cock and it was fine dining. Our hands were clenching each other’s butts as our hips twisted and turned from our intense oral sensations.

We both decided to come up for air at just about the same time. Lance’s white chin was wet with my love juices and the boy rubbed them on my belly and tits as he slid over to look me in the eye. We locked into another deep kiss, tasting our own flavor in each other’s warm mouth. I spread my long, shapely black legs and felt his hard white cock pressed against my eager pussy. Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and guided him home. He slid slowly inside me, gently moving like he was afraid to hurt me. When he was buried all the way to the hilt and my black pubes were mingled with his blonde ones, I wrapped my legs around his tanned muscular back. It was time to fuck and my hips let him know, right off, that I wasn’t intending to hold anything back. I think he might have been throwed for a second by my hard thrusts but he soon started giving them back, driving his big white dick into me again and again with powerful strokes that caused my toes to curl. Our thin veneer of humanity had been boiled away by the heat of our passion. We fucked in mad desperation his strong white sweaty body pounding up against my strong, smooth sexy black body, my hard brown ass bouncing up and down on the bed, his pink balls slapping against the crack of my butt ever faster and harder while we groaned and panted loudly. If it was a race, I won it by about a cunt hair.

My legs tightened round his back when the orgasm ripped through my body, spreading waves of liquid heat flowed through my groin and belly and breasts as I cried out long moaning nonsense words. In the midst of my powerful cum I heard Lance begin grunting and felt strong spurts of hot, white sperm ejaculating from his throbbing cock while his hips jerked and twitched. Our bodies quivered together, white cock in black pussy, sweaty and drained, with post-orgasmic tremors. Hollis had better take care to treat me nice, I could get to liking the taste of white dick.