Two of my buddies and I were at the local Go-Go bar
checking out the action after a long, hard day walking the
steel in 95 degree weather. We were throwing down some
cold ones watching this long, lanky blonde strutting her
stuff. She had a great ass and legs but didn’t have much
in the way of tits. I motioned to her to come over and
held up a dollar bill. She headed our way, dancing, never
missing a beat, while giving us a sultry smile and running
her tongue over her lips. When she reached me I started
talking to her, asking her what her name was and all that
idle chat bullshit. Her name was Jen, short for Jennifer
she told me. She held her bikini type top away from her
body allowing me to place the dollar bill inside it. As I
put the dollar inside her top I rubbed my fingers over her
nipple. She reached for my hand, pressed it to her tit,
and then moved my hand away. She smiled sexily and danced
away to another patron holding up a bill. As was usual,
the conversation turned to how much we would like to fuck
this dancer and all the usual talk that ensues after one
of these “close encounters”. After awhile, not feeling
much pain, thanks to the Coors, I held up another dollar
and Jen came over. I asked what time she got through and
she said that she finished dancing at 11:00 p.m. I asked
her if she wanted to go out after she got off and go for a
drink or get something to eat. She, somewhat to my
surprise, replied that she would like that and we could go
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Asian hairy girlsThe party was one town over, about a half hour’s ride away.
I’d been going nuts with wanting this man all week, and the second we
were in the car I leaned over and kissed him, sliding my tongue into
his mouth. He tasted faintly minty, as his tongue pressed back against
mine. His hand came up under my neck, behind my head, and he pulled
me closer to him for a moment before letting go.
“You look incredible tonight,” he murmured into my ear,
playfully dipping his tongue into it.
“So do you,” I said. “Shall we go? The sooner we get to
the party, the sooner we can decently leave so I can fuck your brains
out. Sex on the phone the other night was fun, but…”
“Right then.” He pulled away from me, drawing his hand across
my breasts as he did so.
The mistake I made is easy to spot, in retrospect. We were just
on the verge of leaving town when I put my hand on his knee. I really
did mean it to be just affectionate, despite how Craig has teased me
since. But his knee was a little far down, and before I realized it my
hand had slid up his thigh, and my fingers brushed against the bulge
under the soft material of his pants. And from there, I really
couldn’t help myself, memories of how good his eight inches had felt
the week before and all. I moved my hand up higher, and gave him a
good, hard squeeze through the cloth. He moaned, just a little, and
leaned back in the seat to give me more access.
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“Just once, with Mike, and he isn’t this big. It hurt then, too!” Sonya sobbed.
“I wanted so bad to do it with Mr. Young because he’s been so nice to me, and I
was so scared when I saw how big he was. Oh, it hurts!”
“You’d better get up then.”, I reassured. “I don’t want to do anything to you
that you don’t want me to do.”
“I want to go on, really I do! But don’t you have anything I could use to make
“Yeah, any vaseline or K.Y. jelly or something like that?”, Karen asked.
“I have some K.Y. jelly in the bathroom.”, I answered. Karen jumped up and
padded into the bathroom. I watched her naked ass jiggle as she left. “You’re
gonna have to get up.”, I told her. I gently lifted up on her ass. She bit her
lip again and moaned as my dick slowly withdrew from her tortured hole. With a
pop from her pussy, a shriek burst from her lips as my dick sprung from her
nearly dry fuckhole. She knelt on the bed next to me, softly crying, clutching
herself where it hurt. I realized that she had been wrong in pretending to be
so eager. A more gentle approach was needed.
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“Give it to her! Now!”, Karen whispered. Sonya’s cunt didn’t look wet or ready to take anything in it yet, but my dick was ready to take some pussy. Karen
reached over and spread the lips to Sonya’s still dry pussy, and began tweaking
her clit. Sonya gasped her surprise at her most private place being touched by
another chick. Within seconds though, her clit and inner pussy lips began to
swell, and her juices started flowing. I slowly lowered Sonya to my rod,
admiring her glistening pinkness. Karen guided my throbbing rod into Sonya’s
wet love hole. “Please, be careful! Ah-h-h-h! Go slow, I’m so tight!” I lowered Sonya very
carefully, for her hot fuckhole was indeed the tightest pussy I had ever felt.
With that in mind, I fought the urge to slam her down on my eager dick. As soon
as she was down, I grabbed her ass and began sliding her back and forth. Sonya
bit her lip as a tear trickled down from one eye.
“Now we rest,” she said, her mouth wet against my shoulder.
I let myself drift — as if I could have stopped it — and I
remember, quite clearly, that as I fell asleep with this lovely,
amazing, sweet, depraved woman sprawled atop me, I couldn’t imagine
anything weirder … or more oddly pleasurable.
Her eyes closed, she gasped – no: She panted – and shivered.
I grabbed some of the blankets from the floor and threw them across
us, then rolled her into my arms. I lay on my back, holding her
against me, on top of me. She was still shivering and her hips
still flexed and I could feel that juice still dribbling onto my
thighs. I kissed her lovely eyes and her forehead and her nose and
her lips, then I licked her lips, still sticky with my cum. I had
one hand — the hand — resting on her ass under the covers,
lightly caressing. And to my utter and complete astonishment,
despite the fact that I had just cum in her mouth with gut-
wrenching intensity, I found I had another hard-on. My stiff dick
was pressing against her constantly shifting thighs.
My hand still trapped in her cunt made it awkward, but the
differences in our size made it possible. I knelt on the bed, bent
over so my face was near her knees as she drew my cock toward her
“I want to drink you, ” she whispered, “and as you fuck my
mouth, take your fist out.”
I began slowly, carefully straightening my fingers inside her.
“No!” she barked sharply. “Your fist.”
What June lacked in style for cocksucking, she made up for by
sheer, brute sucking. She took half my cock in her mouth and
immediately began sucking for oil. Her body was writhing almost
normally and my balls lurched and I started to cum. I pulled my
clenched fist back, but it simply wasn’t going to work.
You sense me watching you and you open your eyes. We speak to
each other without words, declaring our love and passion … then I lift
my mouth to yours and we kiss deeply again as our hips grind together.
We make love slowly and sweetly for a long time, till the feelings
intensify to the point of no return. I draw my knees back as far as possible
(somehow my shorts have slipped off completely) and you straighten your arms,
lifting your torso off of me, focusing the intensity and pressure on our
groins. Our sounds become animal … grunts and groans, gasps, cries … as
the passion increases and the climax approaches.
Suddenly I feel it … the tingling wave of a powerful orgasm …
as it begins to build. I look into your eyes just before I roll my head back,
“OhGawdYes! OhGawdYes! YES! YES! BABY! …”
You thrust harder and harder as I cum, making my climax last as long
as possible … then just as I start to come down I feel your body tense,
and you groan as you explode inside me! Oh yes! I wrap my legs around you
and lift my hips to you, trying to take you deeper into me, as I feel your
cock pulsing with orgasm. Your entire body is tight, your eyes squeezed shut,
your jaw clenched … it seems to last a long time. Gradually you start to
relax … your face, your legs … then you lay yourself down on me and try
to catch your breath.
“BRR! Now I’m cold!” I fib, scowling, but enjoying your pleasure
to my body’s reactions. I sit up, placing my feet on either side of the
lounger to rise, but you sit near the foot of the chair, sideways to me,
placing your hand on my bare thigh to keep me seated.
I watch your face, your eyes, as you appraise me – my tank top
rolled up to my breasts, my cut-off jeans unzipped and opened to allow
the sun to touch as much of me as possible without actually digging out
a bikini. These are my SHORT shorts. I don’t wear them in public.
Sitting as I am, I know without looking that my bush is quite visible
between my thighs, the denim hiding only the pinkness of my sex. I
never wear panties with these shorts – that would be a contradiction!
This is the first time you’ve seen them.