Quickiez Online: The First Anthology
By The Niftian
Copyright 2012 The Niftian
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Table of Contents
Do It Like It’s The First Time, pt1
Do It Like It’s The First Time, pt2
The First Quickie
Come in. Hurry! My day was hard and long, just like the manhood in my pants that is eager to be inside you. As soon as you cross the threshold of my house, we are eagerly pulling clothes off of each other: jacket, shirt, blouse, pants, shoes getting kicked, buttons getting popped. I don't care, and neither do you: we'll buy new ones later.
I kiss you swiftly, tasting the frustration from your stressful day and getting even more turned on at the thought of relieving you of it. You thrust your tongue in my mouth, probing my passion while pushing me to the couch in the far corner of the living room.
Within moments, you are straddling me and because of our excitement, I enter you easily. A soft moan escapes your lips as you press the soft skin of your face against mine. Your arms are wrapped around my neck as you glide up and down on my shaft. My arms are hugging you, loving the feel of your ribs against my biceps.
I flex my thighs, pushing myself deeper and deeper into you, soliciting a loud gasp right by my ear. I love it. I tug lightly on your hair, pulling your head back so that I have access to your beautiful neck. I lick slowly from one side to the other, taking nibbles along the way. The sensation in my lap of your pussy getting wetter and wetter on me elicit moans from my lips. I can hear the love sounds we're making.
You lean forward, raising your ass up to a point where the tip of my penis is barely inside you. You maneuver yourself so that you can turn around facing away from me and giving me a beautiful view of your full, sexy ass. You place your hands on my knees and continue to ride me, placing me as deep inside you as your body allows.
You turn your head slightly so that you can face me. You're gorgeous. You speed up the tempo, my dick pounding in and out of you. You arch your back and throw your head back, ecstasy rocking your very being. The sight of you reaching a climax, and the sight of your juices coating my stiff cock sends me over the edge. We cum together, our juices mingling with each other in a cocktail of passion, lust and love.
As our desires slowly subside, you lean back against me, turning your head to kiss me with the kisses of your mouth. Mmmm...I feel my erection growing again.
The Coffeehouse
A coffeehouse: dimly lit, and with sparse furniture. A couch here, a love seat there, a few over-sized and overstuffed ottomans. A nifty little bar. A stage for karaoke night. It's fairly small and quaint, but it's the fulfillment of a dream, and it's actually fairly popular, growing more and more so as the months go on. Paintings from local artists adorn the walls, along with pictures of some of the regulars. It's a great spot to come to and has gained a reputation as a "cute little couple's spot" because of the Sunday Slow Sessions. That's when the old jukebox in the corner gets preset to nothing but old school jams. The Chi-Lites come through, Smokey Robinson breezes in on a quiet storm, The Temptations make you remember why she's your girl, and The Stylistics cause you to make up after that trifling little breakup over nothing.
Sundays always turn me on because the customers can be seen getting closer and closer as the evening wears on, and you can see the gears in their heads turning. I like to imagine what they're saying to each other in betwixt the verses on the songs. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson are probably snickering over making love in the living room now that the oldest child is off to college. Ms. Jones definitely has a thing going on with Willie James, and she doesn't care who thinks it's wrong, as long as he uses that tongue that he's famed for in some circles. Sam Matthews lays in wait in the corner, peering over his tall glass, probing the minds of the guests just like I am. I wonder if that is all Sam thinks on...
"The time has come, the walrus said, for me to close up shop!" I announce the last call in my familiar fashion while absently thinking of what lonely chick flick I'll fall asleep to tonight. I opened this place up with my own money and with my own time and energy, and that never left much time for dating. So here I am: a lonely, bored female in my late 20s with no social life outside of here at the shop. That's ok to me though, my customers provide me with more than enough excitement.
After the last of my customers has left and I have locked up behind them, I turn back towards finishing my closing duties and jump, startled. Sam Matthews is leaning against the bar, turning up the very last of his drink.
"Sam, what the hell?! What are you doing here? I'm closed, baby, and you gotta' go." I turn around to unlock the door when his voice stops me in my tracks. A deep, rumbling voice. Barry White-ish, I'd call it. Sam never talked much except to order his drink, and when he did, you didn't catch the full effect of it because there was so much background noise. This time however, it was just he and I.
"Don't do that, Marylin. It's been a long time that I've been thinking about you, and I think I finally got the heart to say something about it." Without knowing it was happening, I realized that my panties were wet, soaked even. I'd never heard that much out of Sam, and the fact that he was talking about me turned me on some kind of bad! See, Sam wasn't just a smooth talker. He was also a very sexy brother. He lost his wife some years ago, I heard, so many women were shy to approach him. That, and the fact that he generally kept to himself. There were many that tried, though. Sam Matthews was tall, 6 foot and more, and had the prettiest brown skin. He kept his appearance neat, and you could tell he ate well and worked out in some fashion or another, because he was wearing that muscle on his frame very well. Shit, I admit that even I daydreamed about Sam once or twice. I wonder if he played ball in school?
This whole time I was in a daze and Sam was walking closer to me. He'd been thinking about me a long time? When's the first time I thought about him? It was a long time ago. Then I wondered, when was the last time I was with a man? I pushed that thought out of my head: way too long was the answer. I looked up into Sam's deep, dark eyes and I was amazed at what I saw: loneliness, and yet so much passion. I was touched, because I could see then that he wanted to share all of that with me. No more words needed to be exchanged.
I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him down to me, showing him the passion in my kisses. I hoped for the briefest moment that I wasn't being too forward, and then I remembered: Sam approached ME. So fuck it, let's do this. Birds of a feather clearly think alike because no sooner had the thought formed in my mind than Sam effortlessly pick me up, carrying me over to the couch on the other side of the bar. I was amazed at his strength. Don't get it twisted: I am in no way a big woman. But still, the fact that he carried my 135 pound frame all the way across the room like I was a child turned me ON! Ooh, and he was so gentle. He placed me down with as much ease as he had picked me up, and not once did we break our kiss. I started to unbutton his shirt, starting at the neck and feverishly working my way down. I was horny, and I was going to fuck the shit out of this tall drink of a man! Sam, however, was more refined, bless his heart. He slowly undid my blouse, easily unbuttoned my jeans, carefully slid off my shoes, skillfully undid my bra, and then broke that sweet kiss. I was hungry with desire at this point, and yet Sam seemed so in control of his senses. Of course, that only turned me on even more.
At this point, I'm naked save for my panties by my girl Vickie, and Sam is still completely dressed! I didn't even get his shirt all the way off. I giggle silently and lean back while he undresses. I never thought I'd see the day when all of this sexiness would stand before me. This. Is going. To be. Fun.
After what felt like hours, Sam was completely nude in front of me, and damn! Clearly, this man was sent from the heavens and was a fallen angel or something! His pecs were so massive and well defined, right along with his abs. One, two, three, four, five, six of them! Yes! Every single muscle could be seen, and then there was the one that I really cared about. "Damn...!" I could hear Sam's deep chuckle above me. I didn't mean to say that out loud.
"Marylin, I've wanted you for so long, to taste you, to feel you, and to please you. May I, please?" The look in his eyes was genuine and there was no way that I could, or would, say no. I nodded my silent agreement and then watched as he slowly, painstakingly slowly, pulled my panties down my thighs and calves and around my ankles. He licked his lips. I could just imagine the wonders that tongue could accomplish, but that would have to wait. I was an empty vessel and I needed to be filled. If he did all that he should right now, then there would be plenty to eat later. I spread myself open to him and placed my feet behind his back and above his ass, pulling his huge and erect dick towards me.
Like I said, it has been some time since I've gotten any action, let alone any good action, so once the tip of his dick met my pussy, I came. I'm not even embarrassed to admit it. It was so big, and I knew that I was going to be so tight; how in the hell would all of that man meat fit inside me?! Fuck it, I was going to find out. I reached down and, using my hands, spread my pussy open for him, feeling my juices coating my fingers. I ran my fingertips along the side of his dick as he slowly worked his way inside me. Like a pro, he knew better than to force it all in at once. He went in two inches, then slid it back out, went in four inches, then slid it back out, went in six inches and back out again. He did this over and over until all of Sam was inside of me. It was glorious! I felt his balls, large and heavy, against my ass as he leaned over me. I leaned forward, kissing his chest, sucking on his nipples and feeling my own become as hard as the dick that was inside me.
I was in heaven. Everything about this man was calm, paced, serene and intentional. Most guys would be fucking me like a damned rabbit and busting a nut all over my stomach, but that's not what Sam wanted, and not what either of us needed. I looked up, surprised to see him gazing into my eyes. To think, I'd be on my way home right now, thinking over my Sex and The City DVDs if I'd have kicked Sam out. Instead, this man was here, making love to me and making my pussy scream. Ah, the things life throws at you. I loved the pace he was putting up, because it helped me get accustomed to his huge shaft. But I was at that point. You know that point: where the love-making is nice, but you want to get fucked. I reached around, grabbed his ass on the out stroke and squeezed, slamming his dick into me, right up to the hilt. I cried in ecstasy, not realizing that I was coming again, for what seemed like the millionth time.
Sam knew I wasn't in pain, and also knew that that's exactly what I wanted. So he drilled me, over and over again, my juices making the process so easy for him, because I had cum and pussy juice all over his dick. I wonder: can I really handle that much dick in me? I decided to give it the ol' college try and motioned for Sam to sit on the couch so I could straddle him. As I got myself in position, he took my right nipple in his mouth, causing wave after wave of orgasms to go crashing through my body. I love it, oh god, I loved it. I reached behind me and placed that shaft in the perfect position to enter me again and sat down on it. Allllll the way down on it, and that was a long way to go. In this position, his dick hit a spot that I didn't even know existed, and it seems that I caught him by surprise as well because he paused on massaging my breasts and sucking my nipples and gasped, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Ooh, I still had it!
I knew that Sam couldn't take much more of this, and I wanted to give him just as much as he'd given me, so I picked up the tempo. I slid my pussy back and forth in his lap, his dick hitting my g-spot with each thrust and then I jumped up and down on him, causing my breasts to fly in his face. I could tell he loved it, and I could tell he was close to busting one hellified nut.
"Oooooohhh!!!" was all that escaped from his mouth as he crossed that sexual threshold. I jumped off of his dick even though I didn't want to. I wanted to taste all of him, and now! I placed my face right in front of his shaft and started stroking his dick for all I was worth. It wasn't until I placed my tongue on the tip of him that he erupted, and I caught every ounce that I could. Either he hadn't cum in eons or he naturally busts a lot. I took in what I could and made sure to clean up the rest.
"Damn, I haven't experienced that in so long," he said, after catching his breath and coming back down to earth.
"Me either," I replied. "And we're not done," I said as I pulled on my pants. "This Sunday is still very young." I pulled him off the couch, enjoying the strong, warm embrace he gave me, followed by kisses to my forehead, cheeks and lips. I glided over to the jukebox, cutting Lenny Williams off and turned around, admiring Sam as he got dressed. The only question was where would we wake up on Monday morning, his place or mine? Oh, this is one Sunday Slow Session I will definitely not forget.
Office Sex, pt 1
I knew I was wrong. Well, I think I was wrong. You'd probably think I was wrong. If anyone else that worked here knew, they'd think I was wrong. They'd say "David Marcel West, you are wrong!" Well no, maybe SHE is wrong. ‘She’ is my boss: Sandra Moore, Assistant CFO of a Fortune 1000 Company based here in Richmond. She is the epitome of success, determination, drive and she had the heart to do her job and to do it well. That is what attracts me to her. That and the fact that she is the sexiest 34 year old woman I know. She worked so hard to get where she is and to get there as early as she did, but it didn't show in her features. A lot of her peers looked drained, over worked and miserable. That and they were mostly old white men in their 60s. Sandra, on the other hand, looked powerful, sexy, confident and fierce.
Ms. Moore, as I called her, always found the time to keep her body in shape. She worked out at the gym we had in the lowest levels of the building that the company built for the employees but that so few took advantage of. She had the most impressive body, and always wore the most sophisticated outfits to show off her assets, but without looking trashy. I loved her class.
I don't know what it was that made Sandra Moore approach me the way she did. I had been working for her for a few months and loving the opportunity to learn about the industry. She warned me during the interview process that the job called for long hours, late nights and a lot of dedication. I was committed. I wanted this and truth be told, I wanted her. However, I filed that under 'schoolboy fantasy' and went about my work, striving to prove to her that I was a sound investment and could be a very positive asset to the company.
It wasn't long before I learned about those late nights. The work could be boring at times, and it provided us with ample opportunity to learn about each other and talk of all sorts of non work related stuff. It was on one such evening about two months ago that she made her move.
"So, David, your girlfriend hasn't started worrying you about your work schedule?" A simple ploy for information. I know this now, but I didn't see it then.
"No, ma'am; no girlfriend to worry about such issues" was my reply. It was true, too. I hadn't had a girlfriend in over a year and hadn't gotten laid in almost that long, either. I wasn't as good with the ladies as my friends were. "And at this rate, I won't have one anytime soon." I tried to shrug it off with laughter.
"Damn. Even I find the time for some fun. You just have to learn how to balance it all," she said as she sat down on her desk in front of me. Lucky desk. "For example, I make time for the gym at least three times a week and I cannot go more than two weeks without getting my pussy eaten." I almost fell out of the chair I was sitting in. I knew Sandra Moore spoke her mind, but I wasn't expecting this! Clearly she knew she caught me off guard, because she started laughing. "David, do you find me attractive?"
"Y-y-yes?" That was all I could say. What was happening here? It was one thing for Ms. Moore to be sitting so close to me, her Body by Victoria's Secret invading my nostrils, but it was another thing entirely for her to be sharing details of her sex life with me. And now she was unbuttoning her blouse! Yea, I was about to pass out. "Ms. Moore, what are you...?"
She cut me off. "If you're offended, tell me, and we'll forever act as if you're not staring at my breasts right now. If you're not, then you are about to eat my pussy. It's been over my two week limit and I am a fiend right now. You look like you're in shape and can handle yourself, and me. Can you?"
My brain was locked. I didn't know what to say. So I didn't say anything. I just helped her out of her slacks and panties, slid my chair forward and gave myself a mental high five for the way this night was turning out. I could see the juices from her pussy glistening in the dimly lit room and I could smell the fragrance of her body around me. Her essence smelled so sweet. I couldn't wait to taste it.
"David, this is going to have to be our little secret, do you understand?" I nodded my affirmation, still transfixed by the way she made her pussy wink at me. I was so hungry. I leaned forward, my tongue out, and placed as much as that sweet nectar in my mouth as I could. My tongue slid inside her wet slit easily, and my nose nuzzled perfectly against her hard clit. Wow, she looked good, smelled divine, and tasted GREAT! I was not on the 18th floor of an office building right now; I was in heaven. It had been a very long time since I tasted some grade-A pussy but I must have been doing something right, because Ms. Moore was running her perfectly manicured nails across my scalp, and that drove me wild. I licked her kitty for all I was worth, humming on her clit, kind of like a vibrator.
"Oh!" She really dug that, I could see. This was a perfect picture: her legs across my shoulders and around my neck, her hands all over my head and my hands reaching up, massaging her perfect 34DD breasts. This moment could not have been any more perfect. She started slow grinding her pussy into my face and I had her juices all over my mouth, cheeks, nose and eyes. I couldn't get enough. I heard her purr turn into a growl and her legs tightened around my neck. This queen was about to bless me with her cum, I could tell. She let out a shriek unlike anything I'd heard before in my 22 years and her pussy exploded! I'd heard stories about women that could ejaculate, but I'd never seen it for myself. I was amazed. She tasted so sweet, like honeysuckle and cherries. I drank every single drop that her body gave me, clutching her left breast in one hand and her right thigh in the other. I didn't want this to end.
"Fuck me, David, now!" I looked up, and could barely make out her almond shaped eyes in the dim light. Her tone was authoritative, but her expression was pleading. Sweet. I stood up and quickly danced my way out of my pants and boxers, not even bothering to undo my shirt or tie. My penis stood at attention, vibrating at the entrance to her pussy. Ms. Moore placed her legs around me again, this time behind my back, and pulled me into her, my dick sliding in effortlessly because her pussy was still dripping wet from her cum. I moaned loudly; I couldn't help it. Not only had it been a very long time since I'd gotten any, but I'd NEVER had any pussy like this. I buried my face in her neck and hair, inhaling her essence while I started stroking inside her for all I was worth. I knew I was packing with something, and I wanted her to feel every single inch of it. I felt my balls slapping against her perineum as I drilled myself into her, loving the sound her pussy made while it sucked on my dick.
I'm not really into the pain thing, but the way she was scratching my back had me over the edge. I took my left hand and wrapped it in her hair, pulling on it and loving the moan that escaped her lips. "YES" was all that she said. She was enjoying this: good. I leaned back and placed her calves over my shoulders, causing her to lie down on her desk. I pulled her towards me just enough to cause that voluptuous ass to hang over the desk so my nuts could slap against her ass while I fucked her with everything I had. I looked down at her and loved the way her breasts were rocking on her chest. She caught my eyes and grabbed her chest, bringing each tit up to suck on her nipples, one at a time. Damn. I'd never been with a woman who had boobs big enough to do that, and Ms. Moore's rack was perfect!
I could feel my balls swelling, and I knew that feeling all too well: I was about to bust. I wanted to hold on for hours, but the sensation wouldn't go away. I tried slowing down, but Ms. Moore wasn't having any of that.
"I don't care if you cum; I'll suck your dick until you're hard again! Now, FUCK ME!" Well shit, ok. She spread her legs wide for me, opening her pussy in the process. I leaned forward, continuing to piston in and out of her eternally wet pussy while sucking on her nipples, enjoying her chocolate taste. I could feel cum racing up my shaft and I was powerless to stop it. Ms. Moore furthered matters by squeezing her pussy lips tighter and tighter around me. Oh, god! The whole scene was just too much! I pulled out at the last possible moment, nearly passing out as ounce after ounce of cum erupted from my dick, spraying Ms. Sandra Moore in all of her sexy glory. I couldn't help but to fall back into my seat and watch Ms. Moore jump up and start to suck the remnants of my seed out of my shaft. I'd NEVER experienced this before. It felt as if I was having another orgasm!
"Ms. Mooooooooore!" My eyes were forced shut and all I could see were yellow stars, purple moons and green clovers. Either I was having one hellacious trip or I was in a XXX rated Lucky Charms commercial. Amazingly enough, my dick was still rock hard, even as Ms. Moore drained the very last drop of cum out of me.
"Mmmm...I don't think you're done yet, big boy. What do you think, is it quitting time David?" I didn't even respond. I pulled Ms. Moore's head back and kissed her firmly on the lips. Then I stood up, bringing her with me. I turned her around and bent her over the desk. This was going to be a very long night indeed, and I was DEFINITELY going to put in work.
Office Sex, pt 2
Seeing Ms. Moore bent over her desk was a fantastic sight. Her ass was magnificently shaped, like a heart, and her thighs were perfect. I took a brief moment to take it all in and then I was back in it, literally. I placed my hands on her hips and slid inside her wet pussy. I couldn't believe how tight she was! Even after that hammering I just gave her, she still managed to clench it on me. I was definitely dealing with a pro. I could hear her moans increase in volume and intensity with each thrust and it turned me on more and more. I wanted nothing else other than to please her in every possible way, and I was so glad that I was getting the chance. I could tell by the way she backed her ass up on me that she was enjoying all of this as much as I was and that she was determined to give as good as she got.
I reached forward, grabbing a fistful of hair in both hands and pulled, gently. "Pull harder," she screamed. I pulled harder. I had to push a silly image of a jockey riding a filly out of my mind, because that's exactly what it felt like, what with her ass bouncing against my thighs and my hands in her hair. I leaned back, my hands still pulling her hair, and looked down, getting even more turned on by the sight of her juices coating my dick as I cycled in and out of her. I let go of her hair and placed both hands on her thick ass, spreading her cheeks to give me an even better view. This was amazing.
"Spank me, David!" I could only do as requested. I was so surprised at this level of freakiness she was exhibiting. But then again, I guess a woman of her stature and in her position needed a strong release every now and again. I hoped this wasn't a onetime deal. I wanted to spank this ass for a long time coming, pun intended. I tapped her left cheek with my right hand, softly at first. "Harder!" Like I said earlier, all of this roughness was a little new for me, but I was willing to do anything to please Ms. Moore. I lifted my left hand high in the air and brought it down with a thunderous clap on her left ass cheek. "Oooh, yes!" So, that's how it is done, eh? I did it again, and then I switched to the right side. I loved the way her ass, firm and yet supple, jiggled with each smack. I was in paradise.
I could feel another nut coming, and I knew Ms. Moore wouldn't allow me to slow down, so I had to change positions. As much as I loved fucking her doggy-style, I had to switch it up or I wouldn't be good for much longer. I slipped out of her pussy and sat down on the chair behind me. She stood up, faced me and smiled. Without a word she came over to me and straddled my thighs, sliding my dick back inside her: pure paradise. Ms. Moore had plenty of experience under her theoretical belt, I could see. She started riding me like a pro. First she rode me flat, which caused her clit to rub against my pubic hair. I could tell she knew how to get herself off. She leaned forward, her breasts rubbing against my shirt and silk tie. I could feel her erect nipples through the fabric of my top as she continued to grind on me. I kissed her along the length of her neck, enjoying the smell of her perfume and the softness of her skin.
I knew she was racing for another orgasm when she started jumping on and off of my dick, causing pussy juice to fly all over our thighs. Her breasts were flying in my face and I was completely mesmerized. I reached around, grabbing her ample ass, and started moving with her, her pussy meeting every one of my thrusts with perfect timing. She rocked her head back and I knew she was about to explode.
"Daviiiid!" Now, if that didn't make me feel like a king, nothing would. She rocked her hips violently against me, her entire body thrashing with her powerful orgasm. I leaned into her and nibbled first on one nipple, then the next, becoming enchanted by how hard they were and how sweet her breasts tasted. She dug her nails into my back and I knew then what it was that she was into. She finally came down off of her sexual plateau. I wanted nothing more than to make her do it again.
She looked down at me lazily. "Mmmm...I didn't plan on this being in your job description, but if this is how you're going to fuck me, then I think I can make a permanent exception." I smiled, agreeing wholeheartedly.
"I like the sound of that, and I don't even want a raise." As she continued to sit in my lap I placed my arms under her thighs and instructed her to wrap her hands around my neck and to hold on. She looked at me quizzically. I winked, knowing that I was about to show her something new. I was also glad that I never neglected my time in the gym.
I stood up, her legs in the crease of my forearms and biceps, my hands maintaining a firm hold on her ass and her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I was still inside her. When you're a young, horny man like me and you don't have sex for almost a year, porn becomes your best friend. You start to develop favorite "actors" and "actresses." Justin Slayer was my dude and I was about to do one of his signature moves.
"David, I know I'm too heavy for you to carry! What are you doing?!" I didn't respond. I was fit, I was healthy, and she was definitely NOT too heavy for me. I started to move myself in and out of her sweet canal while she was suspended in my arms, my balls swinging freely in the air. She knew she was in for a literal ride, so she hung on and started enjoying herself again. Once she realized that I could handle her weight and the situation, she even started moving with me, jumping up and down on my dick. Her pussy was so swollen around me and it was driving me crazy! I started fucking her harder and faster, just how I knew she wanted it and I could feel my balls slapping against the crack of her ass. I could feel her nectar spilling down my shaft. Her breasts were smashed against my chest as we clung to each other, as if for life.
I could feel her next orgasm approaching, as well as mine. "Cum with me, David!" I would be more than happy to oblige. Whatever the boss wants, right? I tightened my grip on her ass and began thrusting furiously, wanting to make this nut the best ever. I looked up to see her eyes rolling in the back of her head and sweat rolling down her face. Her pussy sucking on my dick let me know she was about to bust, too. I went in for the long stroke, making my balls slap that ass each time I threw myself into her. I felt my nuts swelling and I knew that we timed this one perfectly. She let out a howl and I growled into the air, both of us climaxing at the same time, our juices mixing into a lusty sex cocktail.
I sat her down on her desk because my energy was quickly draining out of me. She pulled me down to her, kissing me strong and deeply. I knew to enjoy this as much as I could, because tomorrow was back to business. But for now, I enjoyed giving her the business. "I am so glad that you're the man for the job," she said with a wink.
Meet Me In The Shower
I follow you into the shower, admiring the way the water starts to wrap around your body. I can feel the steam in the air, taking pleasure in knowing that our love will soon be floating with it. I close the curtain behind us and face you, running my hands all over your wet frame. I look into your beautiful eyes and wonder: how can I be so lucky? This is going to be one shower not soon forgotten. I lean down and kiss your lips, darting my tongue in and out of your mouth as you do the same. Your passion is quickly building and I can feel the heat from your body meshing with the heat of the water.
I continue to kiss you, running my hands down your lithe body. I squeeze your ample ass, loving the weight, the feel, the silky smooth touch of each cheek in my hands. I pull your body closer to me, feeling your warmth in front of me and the heat from the shower head behind me. Your breasts are pressed tightly against my chest, your erect nipples tickling my ribs.
I lather you up with soap, enjoying the way it dances down your body as it races to the drain. I smile when I see the interesting and provocative ways it covers you before being washed away. I turn you around to face the rear of the shower so that I can admire your full and beautiful ass in its glory and wash your back. There's nothing wrong with a gentle soapy massage before sex, right?
You look back at me and wink, turning me on. You bend over the slightest amount, pushing your butt against my growing erection. I take my hand and slide it down your back until it reaches your honey pot. You're wet, but I know it's not from the water. I place both hands on your ass now, spreading you so that I can enter effortlessly. There is just the slightest bit of resistance as the water is firing across my right shoulder and falling down between you and I, pooling in the area that you and I touch. I lean forward to kiss your shoulders.
Your pussy takes me in. I love how tight you are. Your head goes back; a moan escapes from your lips. I push myself into you as deep as deep can be until my balls are hanging just above your clit. The water rushing across my back mixed in with the sensations of your tight pussy sucking on me are driving me wild. I pull out until just the head of my dick is inside you, only to slam it back in, your breath getting caught in your throat. I can feel the wetness of your juices all over my shaft as I continue in this fashion, in and out, in and out. I lean back, the stream of water rinsing all remnants of soap off of our bodies. I continue to thrust into you, my balls slapping against your clit, your breasts rocking back and forth.
You stand now, causing my dick to stand up inside you. You lean back, wrapping your arms around my neck and leaning your head back, giving me a chance to kiss, lick and suck on your neck. I love the way you feel, and the way you taste. I slow down my strokes, having to change my rhythm to match our position. I reach in front of you to massage your breasts. They're so nice, and more than a handful. Because there is water all over your body, your breasts are slippery to the touch. I play with your nipples, tweaking them. You moan and gasp in my ear. My dick gets harder still.
The water is beginning to lose some of its heat, so I turn the cold water down. I want to finish this with as much fire as we started with. Our bodies had cooled down a bit, so the sudden rise in temperature is a rush. You bend over again and give me The Look. I know you want to cum, and I want to cum with you. This time you are facing the shower head and the water is running down your back and splashing against my stomach and chest. I quicken my thrusts and match yours, driving you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. I can feel my balls swelling as your pussy tightens on me. That's the sign that you're about to explode. Your hands are on either side of the tub as you slam your ass into me, crying for that sweet release.
Finally, you get it. You freeze in place, the lips of your pussy locked onto me as your whole body seems to shut down. Your knees are locked as your nectar flows from your flower, sending me over the threshold. I start to cum inside you, our juices mixing into one delirium inducing cocktail. I hold onto your hips for balance as our moans echo throughout the bathroom. I can feel each spurt of cum flowing out of me and, it seems, each one is matched by a clenching of your labia.
We are spent. So is the hot water. You turn it all off as I reach for a towel. You turn and smile at me, a look of ultimate relaxation spread across your face. My soul agrees with that look. I've never felt so dirty while getting so clean.
The Ultimate Sex Story, pt 1.5
We leave the pool hall amongst a sea of stares and giggles. I'm pretty sure that most, if not everyone, knows what happened. In fact, I think I saw someone putting away a camera phone as we were walking out. And the waitress didn't fully adjust her skirt before she walked back around the corner. Well, she'll have an interesting story to tell her friends later.
We get in my car, and I want to know what's our next stop on this tour of lust and debauchery. "My place," you tell me. Oh, yeah! You haven't 'broken it in' yet, right? Your place it is, then.
As we drive down Broad Street, we're laughing about the experience we just enjoyed. That was definitely unusual. I've done it in public places before, but never where getting caught was so close and actually invited! What a rush! Apparently, you are still excited about the way the evening has been going because no sooner do we pass The Boulevard heading east than your hand starts to tickle my thigh. Wait, no...that's not my thigh.
My desire is still hard and strong given the excitement of the evening and in one swift move, you manage to free me of the restraints of my shorts. Damn! Without a second thought, you are going down on me, moistening the tip of my dick with your tongue.
I pull up to a red light and adjust myself so that you can pull my shorts down to get better access to my stiffness without hindering my driving ability. Thankfully, for once, this is a long light and I lean my head back for a moment enjoying the beautiful things you are doing to me with your mouth. I rub the back of your head, not coaxing you, but loving the skills that you have. I open my eyes to check on the status of the signal: still red; good.
I hear something to my left and look out the window to see a huge mud covered 4X4 with two rednecks leaning out of the passenger window and on the verge of falling onto their faces in the middle of the street. I roll down the window.
"Damn! That looks good right there! She doin' work, ain't she?!" Ha...fuckin' rednecks.
"Yes, sir, she is. Damn good wo...oh, shit!" I lose focus momentarily because you really ARE doing good work. The light turns green. Whew!
We finally make it to your apartment, and I enjoyed every beautiful minute of the ride. But now it's time for another sort of ride. Thankfully, it is dark outside when we park because I absolutely refuse to pull my shorts up all the way. What's even funnier is you leading me to the elevator...by my cock. As we load the elevator, you're caught off guard by me slamming you with just enough force against the wall and tonguing you down. Your breasts overflow my palms as I slide my hands under your bra and play with your already erect nipples.
We make it to your floor and stumble out of the elevator, you still clutching my dick and me kissing all over your neck. We're like two extremely horny teenagers ducking class.
As we clumsily make our way to the end of the hall towards your door, we hear an all too familiar noise. What was that? Remembering where we are, we let each other go for the moment and try to focus. There it is again! Oh, hell! That was a moan if I've ever heard one. And it's coming from your neighbors. Well, they're a couple doors down and across the hall, but there is some serious messin' around going on. No, wait: that's something pounding against the wall. Yeah, that's fucking!
"I wonder who can be louder: us or them?" I ask you as I tweak your right nipple. As if in response, you grab my hand and damn near drag my ass towards your door, barely getting the key in the lock.
We're scarcely in the door and we're already all over each other. "Fuck the foreplay. Fuck ME!" you groan in my ear. No problem. Within moments, we are both completely naked. I pick you up with no effort and slide your already dripping wet pussy onto my dick, with you emitting a moan so guttural in my ear that I feel myself getting even harder. I squeeze your ass, feeling the juice from your pussy sliding down over my fingers. This whole experience is turning me on even more.
Your legs are wrapped around my waist and your arms are gripping my neck, as if you're hanging on for dear life. Although I am standing, I push your back against the nearest wall and commence to fucking the shit out of you. I can feel the juice from your pussy slapping against my thighs, your cries of ecstasy echoing in my ears. Harder, you tell me. Faster, you scream. Each and every plateau that you reach yanks me along with you. The feeling is fantastic.
I lean back and watch your titties bounce up and down as my dick slides in and out of you repeatedly, covered in your slick and sexy sauce. "Put me down; I want you behind me!"
We damn near run over to your couch and you kneel on it, looking behind at me with a look of pure lust. Damn. I enter you so easily and feel your body shudder with excitement. I start slowly, just to make sure that I don't hurt you. Although I want this to last, you and I both know that we will be cumming multiple times tonight.
"Fuck meeee!" you scream as the couch starts to pound into the wall. I hope your neighbors are sound sleepers or, better yet, out of town for the evening. I slap your ass with just enough force to drive you insane with passion but not hard enough to leave a mark.
We're like this, two rabbits fucking, with juices everywhere, when I finally get ready to come to a climax. As is your style, you wait until that first drop threatens to explode from the head of my penis, and you pull me out and turn around faster than lightning. Oh no, not this! You take me into your mouth before I can start to run away, grabbing my ass with your hands and pulling me further and further into your warm mouth as I continue to spill my cum into you. It takes every ounce of strength I have to not pass out or convulse onto the floor. This orgasm is too much, but you won't let go!
Finally you have drained the last out of me. I know there was a moment there when I was probably screaming like a bitch. We're lying in the middle of the floor laughing, sweating profusely, when there begins a knocking at the door. Who the hell could that be?
The Ultimate Sex Story, pt 2
I scramble to the door wondering who it could be. I look out of the peep hole and am staring at what I believe to be the back of a man’s head. Instead of putting on clothes, I slightly crack open the door and peek my head around it to inquire who was there. I see one of my guy neighbors from the other side of the elevator. He's saying something about using my phone; however I am not quite listening to him because I am staring at his shirtless body. I tell him to hang on while I grab my phone.
I find the phone amongst the clothes we ripped off our bodies during our steamy, wild romp and grab a coat to throw on to give my neighbor the phone. In my usual fashion I ask you to stay out of sight because I don't want my neighbors to think I am some wild sort of freak. Because there was a man at the door, you happily oblige to my request until I re-open the door. Apparently I missed the fact that my neighbor’s girlfriend needed the phone. She is standing there, wearing running shorts and a wife beater. It is apparent by her extremely erect nipples that she is not wearing a bra. She gives me the once over, realizing that under my coat I am naked and gives her boyfriend a sultry grin.
As she begins to speak, you get up off of your resting place on the floor and begin to walk to the door. The girl in front of me begins to stammer through her phone conversation and as I follow her gaze I turn around to find you right behind me stroking your dick, giving this woman at my door one of your "come hither" looks. Before I can react you pin me up against the door jamb and begin to untie the belt on my coat while attacking my neck. We are halfway in the hallway and halfway in the apartment. The guy, who had been standing out of sight, hears the commotion and comes into view. The two of them are in shock, however they haven't moved. As you take my coat off to reveal my naked body you begin kissing me while maintaining eye contact with the girl. I kneel down to start giving you head, all the time never taking my eyes off of our audience.
Another moment goes by before the guy walks up behind his girl and begins to lift up her shirt, showing off her beautiful plump breasts, and her unusually erect, but extremely beautiful pink nipples. He begins caressing them and while we have stopped to check them out I take her hand and place it on your dick. She begins to stroke your dick, while you suck on her left breast. I join you and begin to suck on her right breast while her man reaches down and begins to rub my clit.
A door in the background slams, snapping us back into the reality that we are standing in the hallway. I lead everyone into the living room and move the small coffee table out of the floor. I turn around to see you standing in the middle of the floor, looking up to the ceiling in ecstasy from her on her knees going down on you. She is taking all of you into her mouth. I see her man, who has taken this opportunity to take his clothes off, and I walk over to him and start to stroke his dick. He stops me immediately and walks me over to his girlfriend. He gets her attention so that I can position myself for her to sit on my face. I immediately begin to taste her sweetness and realize that she gets almost as wet as I do. Her man begins to eat me out, which makes me quiver, sending up a chain reaction to the girl, who in turn sends that sensation to you.
You begin to moan just a little, which excites the hell out of me. I begin really taking it to this chick’s clit while sliding a finger in her tight ass. The pleasure she feels makes her quiver, which in turn gives you a gentle tightening sensation on your dick. This chain reaction continues for a while, until the head she is giving you feels so good your legs tremble just a little.
Her man sits on the couch, and tells us to do our thing. His girlfriend doesn't even flinch. She immediately turns around on my face to move into a sixty-nine. Seeing her sexy heart-shaped ass bent over my face, you instantly kneel down to lick it... you just can't help yourself! You start licking her ass while I am licking her clit and we both are getting off on the fact that we are making this chick squeal. She tries to run from us and we both laugh and hold her down, torturing her even more with our tongues, giving her a violent orgasm.
I stop long enough to tell you to "fuck her". You enter her pussy from behind while she is still bent over my face. As you enter her you feel my tongue licking your balls and as you exit her she feels my tongue on her clit. You then realize how wet she is and begin to fuck her with a little more force. I move from up under her, and make my way over to her boyfriend who has been jacking off to the live porno unfolding in front of him. I attempt to give him head, but he insists on only eating my pussy and watching us. Of course I take him up on the offer and lay back on the couch, feeling his tongue caressing my pussy, watching you and his girl fuck.