Carla Grayson was existing in a state of semi-depression.
Even though the young beauty lived on a high level with her boyfriend-roommate Mike, a successful lawyer, down deep she felt that the kind of zestful living and romance that she had dreamed of was failing to come to pass.
During the long hours that Carla spent alone in the apartment in the day when Mike was at work, she began to drink and lie around in a morose state.
One day after imbibing more alcohol than usual, Carla felt the need to sleep. She curled up in her groggy state and, after a few minutes, was dead to the world in slumber.
It was during her slumber state that Carla began to discover just what it was like to experience the kind of excitement and adventure in sex that she had previously only thought about.
In the course of her sleep, Carla experienced a ravishing sex experience with a rugged truck driver, who passionately and uninhibitedly made love to her on the floorboard of his truck.
As soon as Carla finished with the truckdriver, she promptly ran into another hot-blooded male who supplied her with more thrills, a short order cook who couldn't seem to get enough in the way of passionate thrills.
When Carla's first erotic dream experience drew to a close she felt totally changed. The therapeutic activity of dreaming about wild sex adventures prompted Carla to develop a wholly new outlook in her rear life love adventures.
As Carla continues to experience more erotic dreams, she ends up breaking the bonds of inhibition in real life.
The Publisher
CHAPTER 1
It was one of those evenings that Mike and I shared in the apartment.
We had had a TV dinner, after which we then went into the bedroom.
"I had a tough day in court today," my lawyer live-in boyfriend told me, "and I want to get off a little tension. I guess you know the best way."
"I think I know what you have in mind."
"You're damned right. I want to jump in the sack with you. We're gonna have ourselves a nice screw. I want to really fuck with you."
I watched as Mike started to remove his shirt. In a jiffy, he was down to his shorts, and then, finally, he let them roll down his legs and off of him.
"Yes, I've got quite an erection," he smiled. "Let me help you off with your clothes."
My panting boyfriend threw his body forward, reaching out and beginning to unbutton my blouse.
"I'm gonna take your blouse off," he said. "I'm really gonna give you a wild screw. I'm gonna give you a fantastic fuck."
Soon Mike had my blouse off. After that he reached out and made a grab for my bra. His fingers twitched and twisted as he undid the bra straps, then casually tossed my bra aside.
By then all that Mike had to do to finish the act of undressing me was to reach down and make a grab for my panties. He pulled tenaciously, grabbing and tugging at my panties, removing them with one swift, dramatic tug. After he removed them, he reached down and began to slide the fingers of his right hand inside of my pussy.
"That's a good way to get you excited," Mike grinned.
"Okay, baby, I'm with you. Ohhh, I like those sensations. I like the way you slide your fingers inside of my hot cunt. Come on, keep your fingers moving. Press them inside my hot gash. You're gonna bring me off. Ohhh, your fingers are gonna do it. Keep pressing, sweetheart. Ohhh, just slide your fingers inside of my hot cunt. Just bring me off."
His surging fingers kept gliding with steady rapidity as he pushed them ever deeper inside of my warm slit. As my hips kept on moving, twisting back and forth, he propelled me that much nearer to the state of a grand climax. The juices were about ready to pour from my pussy and into his hand.
"Ohhh, keep going," I exclaimed. "Come on, just drive your fingers. Slide them inside my pussy. Ooooh, I like that. I love all this scorching action. I just love the way your fingers are stroking. Keep pumping with them. Baby, keep sliding them."
After a few more strokes, I was off. The juices shot ever so resplendently from my hot mound, and now that it was all over, Mike was eager to launch into some more action.
He reached out with both hands, gliding his fingers around my curvaceous ass cheeks. The quicker that he twisted with his tight, excited fingers, the hotter the sensations became once again inside of my mound. As his fingers squeezed, I observed his twisting tongue sliding around the outer edges of his mouth. That convinced me of the fact that he was extra eager to propel his tongue forward and to drive it inside of my warm, excited box.
"I'm gonna drive my tongue inside your slit," he said. "I've fingered you off, and now I'm gonna suck you. I'm gonna push my tongue inside of your pussy. I'm gonna do it until all the juices shoot."
His fingers kept moving back and forth, grinding like lightning as they kept on twisting sharply against my buttocks. The more firmly that he let his fingers clasp against my ass cheeks, the closer that I felt I was moving toward yet another burning climax.
He pushed his tongue down between my legs, immediately starting to lap against my cunt hairs. He tickled my pubic nest, then withdrew his tongue, allowing it to grind with stabbing joy against my left thigh.
The faster that his charging tongue worked against my warm, curvaceous thigh flesh, the more rapidly that my twitching body moved as it circulated back and forth. His wildly charging tongue kept on moving with great desire, slashing against my hot thigh as I was pushed that much closer to the state of climax.
"Keep it up," I sighed. "Ohhh, baby, Mike, honey. I like the way you're starting to stroke me. Ooooh, keep that tongue pumping. Keep it driving frenziedly. Ooooh, I love it."
When Mike finished sucking my left thigh, he then allowed his tongue to go to work against my right. The quicker that he projected his rapid-fire, twisting tongue, the greater the feeling of sensation that circulated through my whole body as he kept on twisting with his tongue, letting it slash and manipulate against my thigh.
"Ohhh, boy, aaaahhhh, I'm all wet," I sighed. "My thigh is so wet. Your tongue has been doing such a good job of it, baby. Ooooh, did you ever pump with it. Ohhh, come on, keep it up."
His swift, exhilarating tongue kept on blasting against my thigh for a few more strokes. When Mike finally released his tongue, he let it propel forward and work its way inside of my asshole. With blistering joy and speedy determination, he ground it first of all inside the outer edges of my asshole, then deep inside of me. The more rapidly that he stabbed with his sharp, strudy tongue, the closer that he brought me to the point of a wild explosion.
"Come on, suck my ass," I exclaimed. "Baby, drive it inside me. Ohhh, plant it deep inside my ass hole. I just love the way you're driving your tongue. You're working it so convincingly. Come on, honey. Ooooh, stroke with your hot tongue. Yes, plant it. Ohhh, plant it inside my asshole. Drive it really nice. Ohhh, ooooh, suck ass. Come on, baby. Really suck ass."
His quick, sturdy tongue kept driving ever deeper inside of my enflamed asshole. When he removed his tongue from it, Mike smiled broadly, then reached out with his right hand, propelling his fingers steadily as he worked them inside of my hot gash.
"Ohhh, some more nice finger action," I sighed. "Baby, the way you're moving your fingers. Ohhh, I really like that. Stroke me real nice. Ohh, push your fingers inside of my slit."
His fingers kept on gliding back and forth, working their way inside of my furry twat. About the time that I was ready to juice again, Mike withdrew his fingers from my snatch.
"I'm ready to suck you," he said. "I was working to that point. I wanted to get you so hot that you couldn't take it. Okay, now I'm gonna drive my tongue inside of your hot snatch. I want to pump real nice until you juice. My tongue is gonna go to work. Am I ever gonna drive it. Is it ever gonna explode inside of your pussy."
"I like the way you're talking," I nodded. "Okay, honey, just drive your curling tongue. Slam it into me. Come on, really let it explode inside of my mound."
I was eager to do everything that I could to accommodate Mike, and so I let my warm hips move swirlingly, allowing them to grind back and forth as he got set to probe with his quick, sturdy tongue.
"Slide it inside my slit," I sighed. "Come on, really drive your tongue inside of me. Blast with it. Ohhh, push it inside my slit."
As my body bounced resoundingly on the bed, Mike began to attack my cunt with his blazing tongue. He worked it back and forth, allowing it to manipulate sharply as he pushed it with superb grace into my open, willing hole.
"Go ahead, keep sucking me," I exclaimed. "Ohhh, come on, really let your tongue drive. Ooooh, work it. Ooooh, plant it into me."
His sharp, twisting tongue kept driving as he drove it ever deeper inside of my flaming gash. While he kept on driving with steady determination, he reached out and let his fingers fling sharply against my buttocks. The tighter that he squeezed, the faster that his tongue pushed as he zealously drove me that much closer to the state of a burning orgasm.
A few plunging twat stabs lager, the juices just had to start shooting from my fiery slit. I worked my ass cheeks back and forth, gasping loudly as the warm, exciting juices toppled from my pussy and into Mike's waiting mouth.
"Honey, what a cunt sucker you are," I gasped. "Ooooh, keep your tongue charging. Come on, baby. Ohhh, swallow the stuff. Swallow every drop of it. Ohhh, go ahead and get it, baby. Ooooh, ahhh, I like it. Your tongue's like lightning. I love the way it moves."
When Mike finished sucking my cunt, he reached down and let his right index finger toy with my clitoris a few times. That promptly propelled me in to another state of excitement. As my twisting body moved back and forth, I heaved yet another deep sigh.
"What are you gonna do next?" I asked Mike.
"I'm gonna fuck your slit now," he told me. "I'm gonna let my charging cock move. I'm gonna slash it inside of your cunt. Just get ready, honey, because I'm gonna give you a wild fuck."
"Oh, darling, work your burning cock. Push it inside of my pussy. Let yourself go. Yes, really let yourself go. I want it so bad. Ohhh, I want to feel those hot, driving sensations. I want you to pepper me with your sharp joy stick. Come on, honey. Ohhh, plant that burning prick of yours inside my pussy. Really slash with your cock. Ohhh, propel it inside of me. Ohhh, come on, really screw me. Ohhh, come on, give it to me."
As my dazzling hips worked back and forth, my lover reached down and toyed with my clit a few more times. My body rocked and I heaved some more deep, intense sighs. All the while he was bracing himself, preparing to shove his stiff, sturdy cock forward and into my pussy.
My tight twat felt great waves of desire as Mike pushed his cock forward, allowing it to work its way inside of my pussy.
His stinging peter slashed with great desire as he pumped and twisted with it, working it inside of my open channel.
"Come on, just keep that butt of yours moving," he said. "I want that racing butt of yours to really move. Ohhh, I love charging with my hot, steaming prick. This is so good. Ooooh, do I like it. Do I ever love plunging with my peter. Ohhh, I'm getting so close to shooting."
His charging, energetic ramrod kept on blasting, twisting with ever-tightening zeal. His whole body tensed under the steaming influence of his quick, devastating peter thrusts. The harder that he pumped with his savage joy stick, the closer that he drove himself to the state of climax, when all of the juices would shoot from the end of his long, hot pole.
"Come on, keep fucking me," I sighed. "Ohhh, I'm burning up. My pussy is burning up. Ohhh, keep fucking. Keep slamming your dick into me. Ohhh, keep up the screwing. Keep fucking me."
His long, commanding cock began to hypnotize me with its sweeping impact. He worked it into the tightness of my pussy as I braced my ass cheeks, doing everything that I could to enhance every bit of pleasure within my charging, attentive lover.
As Mike kept on blasting with his sturdy dick, he reached out with both hands and began to glide his fingers against my smooth breasts. His fingers twitched sharply against my nipples, causing them to immediately harden. The more quickly that my lover's churning fingers exploded against my tits flesh, the harder that his hammering prick made its way inside of my pussy.
"You're so tight," he gasped. "Ooooh, what a fuck this is. I'm moving so close. Ohhh, those juices are gonna explode out of my dick. Ooooh, I love it. Ohhh, my bulging peter is doing it. Ooooh, I'm really doing the job. Ohhh, ahhh, oooooh, ahhh, here we go."
His charging, rambling cock kept on working solidly as he pushed it deep inside my mound. A few swift, zealous strokes later, the juices started to shoot out of the end of his long phallus.
"There we go," he said. "If s all shooting. Damned, ahh, it's all gonna hangout. It's all hanging out. This is so beautiful. Ohhh, do I ever love these sensations. Do I ever love fucking your pussy. Ooooh, what a pussy. What a tight, hot cunt."
His fingers reached out and began to slap resolutely against my ass cheeks as his hard, stabbing peter made its way inside of my slit. After the fucking came to an end, he reached down and manipulated his fingers soothingly against the tip of his still-hot, fleshy organ.
"Just look at this," he said. "Damned, it's hardly gone down at all. All you've got to do is reach out and touch it. Come on, honey. Really finger my peter. Start driving your fingers against it. I want to feel those hot fingers of yours moving against my rod."
"Very good," I said. I'll take over. I'll play with your prick."
"That's fine. Ahhh, that's what I really want. I want your fingers to glide against my long dick. Baby, ahhh, I want to feel it. Ohhh, I really want to feel it."
My fingers reached out and made a grab for the tip of my lover's long, steaming cock. The tighter that I propelled my fingers against the tip of his hot stem, the louder that he sighed.
"There we go," he nodded. "I like that. Come on, pump with your fingers."
While my fingers began to energetically glide up and down the full length of his hot dick, he reached out and let his fingers glide through my hair. Back and forth he kept on working his fingers steadily, and all the while I could feel the waves of enthusiasm mounting within me.
"You're gonna suck me off," Mike said. "You've got a super tongue. I want you to put that super tongue to work. But first you can play with my dick for a little while. Come on, pump with those fingers. Work them up and down my long peter. Come on, just glide them."
My quick, stabbing fingers worked their way Up and down my lover's long, blazing cock. The more quickly that I allowed them to connect with his scorching, sperm-filled prick, the more energetic he became. His whole body kept sweeping back and forth in a state of wild, erotic passion.
CHAPTER 2
Mike kept on eagerly responding to my quick, steady finger strokes.
A few moments later I decided that it was time for me to add on to what I was doing. While my fingers kept on charging against his fleshy tool, I decided to put my tongue to work inside of his asshole.
I tickled with my blazing tongue, working it back and forth slowly in the beginning, then allowing it to drive with zealous excitement as I pushed it around inside of every warm, erotic crevice of his anus.
"That's the way to do it," Mike said. "I like these double sensations. I like the way you're twisting with your fingers and sucking my ass. Come on, ass lick me, baby. Keep that tongue of yours grinding. Work it as fast as you can. Come on, keep curling that hot tongue of yours inside of my asshole. Blast away, sweetheart. Work your tongue inside my asshole."
While my sturdy, dazzling tongue kept on pushing ever so proficiently inside of my lover's asshole, he reached out and ground hid fingers against my back. Up and down he kept working, allowing his fingers to clutch with sharp precision. He loved the tightness of my skin, and the firmer his finger strokes became, the quicker that my charging tongue worked as I ground it deep inside of his asshole.
"Keep ass sucking me," he sighed. "I love that. Ohhh, I love the way your tongue is charging. Come on, keep on working with it. Ooooh, slide it inside of my asshole."
I removed my tongue from his asshole, then immediately let it commence to charge against his balls. I stepped up the pace of my finger activity as I kept on wildly probing with my fingers against his dick. The tighter that I squeezed with both hands against his steaming phallus, the more rapidly that I ground with my tongue as I worked it against his ever-swelling testicles.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded. "Now we're really getting into it. Come on, suck my balls. Get me ready for a good cock suck. Your tongue is gonna really do it. You're gonna really grind it against my peter. Come on, honey. Ohhh, I want you to really suck me off. Ooooh, come on, eat my dick. Come on, darling. Let your tongue charge."
As my tongue tickled his nuts, I could tell from the way he was gasping just how much he needed for me to go to work against his lengthy tool. After a little bit of that kind of stroking, I knew, the juices would just have to splash from the end of his diligent dick and into my mouth.
"Get me off, suck me off," he exclaimed. "Come on, start eating my peter. Ohhh, suck it. Come on, suck me off. Ohhh, slash with your hot tongue. Drive it really nice. Ohhh, pump with it. Come on, ahhh, get me off. Suck it, come on, suck it."
His twitching legs kept on moving back and forth in a steady pattern of volcanic activity. I pushed my tongue against the tip of his cock, allowing it to twitch and twist ever so slowly. If there was one thing I wanted to do, it was to get him excited ever so gradually, after which I would then turn my swift, assertive tongue loose as it manipulated up and down the full length of his excited prick.
After a few more quick, methodical strokes against the tip of his pecker, I then started to grind my tongue up and down the full length of his blazing tool. My fingers sank against his warm nuts as I worked with my tongue, letting it drive with determination as I pushed him ever closer to the state of orgasm that he was desiring to reach.
"Come on, eat my dick," he gasped. "That's the way to do it. Ohhh, a few more hot strokes. Come on, stroke my prick. Ooooh, stroke my hot rod. Keep grinding. Work your tongue. Ohhh, work it."
As a means of spurring me on all the more, my ex cited lover reached out and started to slap at my buttocks. The quicker that he slapped, the more rapidly my tongue charged as I worked it up and down the entire base of his throbbing phallic tool.
"Okay, keep your tongue charging," he exclaimed. "Ooooh, you've got me so close now. Come on, ohhh, suck me. Yes, ohhh, just grind your tongue. Ohhh, plant it. Plant it against my hot dick."
A few sweltering tongue strokes later, the drops of his thick, hot, white juice began to cannonade from the end of his piercing pole and into my mouth.
Ever desirous of swallowing every droplet, I twisted my tongue back and forth. I kept on swallowing with everything that I had, collecting the last few drops of his flowing juice. After that I released my tongue from his penis.
"That was good," Mike said. "Look at that. My cock's a little limp now. Oh, well, I've had a couple of good, solid explosions."
"You sure have. I guess it's time to call it a night."
"No way," he laughed. "I want you to reach out and make a grab for my dick. I want you to play with it. I want you to get it right up there. Then I want to fuck your cunt again. How does your pussy feel right now?"
"A little sore. After all, you really charged with that peter of yours, tiger."
"Yes, I did," he laughed. "Okay, I'm ready to charge again."
"Yes, you are. Okay, then I'll go to work and do my part."
"That's the way I want it," he smiled. "Come on, finger me. Work your fingers up and down my tool. Really work those fingers. Ahhh, I love those sensations. I like it when you turn yourself loose. Come on, honey. Let those charging fingers stab. Let them really grind. Pump with them. Come on, really pump."
I reached out with both hands and tickled the nub end of his cock, then began to grab hold of the base of it. I started moving my fingers slowly, but soon I allowed them to charge with steady proficiency. The more quickly that I ground my excited, determined fingers against his steady cock, the louder that he encouraged me.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded. "Okay, must keep those steady fingers gliding. Yes, ohh, really clutch with them. Baby, ohh, come on, plant them. Yes, ohhh, plant them. Plant your fingers against my hard dick. Ooooh, come on, lef s really do it."
The faster that I manipulated my fingers against his peter, the harder that he became. Soon Mike had his excited joy stick up to full length. By then he was prepared to launch into some wild and enthralling action.
"Okay, I'm gonna grab your thighs," he sighed, "and then I'm gonna fuck your pussy. I'm gonna really grind with my big cick. I'm gonna push it inside of your pussy. What a fuck I'm gonna give you. Ahhh, if anything, it's gonna even be better than the last one."
He remained poised on his knees for several seconds, then permited his swift, decisive cock to push forward.
"Ooooh, I'm in you," he gasped. "What a nice feeling. Ooooh, I'm really letting my cock charge. Ooooh, I love it. I love the sensations."
His hard, sturdy organ kept on planting sharply as he propelled it hot and fast into the innermost depths of my mound. While he kept up his plunging efforts, he propelled himself that much closer to the state of wild anxiety when all of the juices would just have to flow from the end of his fiery, fluid-filled stick and into my mound.
The longer that he fucked my hot cunt, the greater the amount of pain that I could feel in my vagina. He kept tearing away with his blistering cock, driving it with stabbing joy and desire as he worked it deep inside of my moist nest.
"Okay, I'm moving so close now," he said. "Just keep sliding those beautiful hips of your around. Ooooh, I like it. Ohhh, is this ever fucking. A beautiful screw. Ooooh, ohhh, do I ever love it."
Mike kept up his stiff, charging attack. The more rapidly that he flung his hard peter inside of me, the faster that I tightened my legs and my ass muscles, controlling the fuck as best as I could, attempting to give him as wild and as unrestrained a screw as possible. The accent was on tightness, and Mike kept on pushing his blistering cock forward, working his way ever nearer to that exalted moment when all of the flowing juices would splash from the end of his long dick.
"Keep fucking me," I exclaimed. "Ohhh, baby, that burning pole of yours. You're working it so nice. Ooooh, come on, keep planting it. Ohhh, plant it inside my hot mound. Come on, really cut loose. Ooooh, go ahead, honey. Ooooh, work it. Ohhh, really work it."
A few hot, sturdy stabs later, the juices just had to splash from the end of his hot dick.
As his whirling hips moved from side to side, I watched as the steady procession of thick, white sperm commenced. The juices kept on spraying, splashing out of the end of his long, flowing spear and into my pussy.
"Keep on charging with your cock," I sighed. "Ohhh, you're blasting with it so beautifully, honey. Ohhh, keep hammering. Yes, keep hammering with your big dick. Ooooh, ohhh, how I like it. Ohhh, it's such a good feeling. Ooooh, ohhh, fuck."
His thick, excited spear kept on working its way inside of me until the final few droplets of steaming peter fluid shot from the end of his phallus. When he removed his cock from my pussy, Mike stretched out on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes.
"Now I really feel relaxed," he said.
"You really should, considering the fuck that you just got," I replied.
"Yes, it was really some screw," Mike patted me on top of the head. "All I can say is that you Were willing to really give it your all. That's the only way to do it, honey."
"Yes, a person shouldn't hold back anything when it comes to fucking."
"They sure as hell shouldn't."
Mike looked down at his now limp cock. As he peered into my eyes, I could see lines under them.
"You look like you're ready for a good night's sleep," I said.
"I should say so. If that wouldn't relax me, I guess nothing will," he chuckled.
"My pussy was sure left with a message. It feels sore. But I'll recover."
"Of course you will," Mike said. "You'll recover to fuck another day. I'm gonna be doing some fucking around tomorrow. I'm going back to court. This is a pretty fucked-up case."
"Aren't they all?"
"Some more than others," he grinned. "You know, so much of this stuffs a pain in the ass. You have to wait so damned long to get into court, and then so many times the whole things boils down to which lawyer is the best actor."
"I hope you're a good one for your sake."
"I hate playing some of these phony games," Mike shook his head, "but what the hell can a guy do?"
"Don't ask me. It's your profession, not mine."
"Yeah, well, anyway, I've got to get a good night's sleep. Thanks for a great screw, honey."
"My pleasure."
CHAPTER 3
I got up the next morning and fixed breakfast for both Mike and myself.
He still looked a little tired after all the wild sexual activity we had, and it quite frankly disturbed me a little. I wanted him to be sharp in court, and I knew how much this particular case he was working on meant to him.
"Take it easy, baby," Mike said as he got up from the table after finishing breakfast.
He had scarcely a word to me during the meal. The newspaper had been in front of his face, and he had sipped the coffee nervously, after which he got up and kissed me.
"I should wrap this damned thing up this afternoon," he said. "That is, if there aren't a whole lot of delays. Maybe we can go out and have dinner."
"Fine. That sounds good," I smiled.
Mike left the house and I put on the norning news. It was just the same old crap, a lot of people getting attacked, mugged, burglarized, the whole works. Troubles throughout the whole world in the realm of politics. I flipped the thing off, then started to sip a little Scotch. All of a sudden I began to cry.
No, it wasn't one of these isolated instances. That was beginning to happen to me more and more frequently as time went by.
You would have thought that I'd be happy enough. It true that I wasn't married to Mike, but in a way I liked it better that way. Being single. That way I felt like I could walk out anytime, and even though I knew he could do the same to me, for some reason or other it just wouldn't have bothered me that much.
I guess the reason why I was doing so much sobbing lately during those hours when I was at the place alone was because I felt I was going nowhere. Yes, I was shacked up with a professional man who was making decent, if not fantastic money, and he provided me with a comfortable apartment. All I occasionally did was supply a little money for food, and he didn't even really expect me to do that.
As I sat there and sipped the Scotch, I began to sob that much more. I kept on sitting there sipping until it was time for a soap opera to come on.
Jumping up from the sofa, I turned on the television set and watched The Young And The Restless. I was hoping that that would at least get my mind off my troubles, serving as a sort of therapy.
Instead of serving as therapy, the program actually achieved the opposite effect. It was a theme that was hitting awfully close to home, about a woman who felt some kind of uncomfortable disenchantment over her relationship with her husband. It was similar to my situation with Mike. The guy was decent enough toward her, and she had a certain respect for him, but there wasn't that romantic spark present that she had expected in a relationship with a man. At least the one beautiful, true relationship that she hoped would emerge, blotting out all others.
With Mike it was true that he enjoyed sex, and that he really did like my body. But I just wasn't getting a certain spark from him, and now I was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with me.
By the time that the show was over, I was crying like crazy. I turned off the television set, deciding that I would skip lunch and get drunk instead.
Actually I didn't have all that far to go. My head was already spinning from the Scotch that I had consumed, and as I gulped down a little more, I realized just how tired and dizzy I was becoming. One thing about the Scotch, I thought, and that was the fact that it was getting me tired. So tired that I would easily be able to go to sleep.-Perhaps sleep was just what I needed, I couldn't help but think. Maybe if I could just take a little nap I would feel a whole lot better about everything.
I stretched out on the bed and within a few minutes I had fallen into a deep sleep. The drink had served as a sleep-producing agent, and the deeper I fell into my sleep, suddenly something happened that had never occurred before.
Of course I'd had dreams, just like other people have had them. But this was something different. There was an erotic fantasy element present in this particular dream unlike any that I had even encountered.
As I recall it now, it appears so vivid, so very vivid, just as if it had actually happened.
I was working as a waitress at a roadside cafe. The only two people inside the place were me and the heavy, bald-headed, short-order cook in the back.
It was one of these boring days and I was washing some dishes left over from the morning when, all of a sudden, a big, husky truck driver dressed in a form-fitting T-shirt and blue jeans walked inside.
"Hello there," he said.
"Good afternoon."
"My name's Bud. What's yours?"
"My name's Carla," I replied.
"Hey, that sounds like some kind of an island girl or something," he laughed.
"An island girl?"
"Yeah, it just has that kind of ring."
"No fooling."
"I don't know what really made me say that. It's just that that's the way it struck me."
"Speaking of what might strike you, what do you feel like ordering, Bud?"
"I'd like a cup of coffee and one of those glazed donuts over there," Bud looked at me and winked.
As I began to pour the coffee for him, I observed Bud's alert eyes staring at my bountiful breast cleavage. It was obvious what the guy had on his mind, and I really wasn't in the mood to discourage right then.
"How about taking a little break with me after I get through drinking my coffee," Bud looked at me and grinned seductively.
"You believe in working fast."
"That's right. And I also believe in saying what I mean. And meaning what I say."
"Okay, go ahead. I'm listening."
"I want to fuck you."
"Wow. That's really laying it on the line."
"You're damned right it is. Just take a break for a few minutes with me after I finish this coffee."
"Where the hell are you gonna take me?"
"I've got a good-sized rig," he said. "Lots of room. We'll park under a clump of bushes a few yards away. Nobody will ever know the difference."
"I'll say one thing for you, Bud. You've got balls."
"I know I do, and I've got quite a cock, too. Just wait until you see it."
"You're too much."
Bud was coming on strong, and I was lapping it all up. When he finished with his coffee, he motioned to me.
"Go ahead and tell the cook you're gonna be going out for a few minutes," he said.
"Whatever you say, Bud," I replied.
I walked over and talked with the short-order cook, who immediately caught on to what was going on.
"Okay, just don't stay too long," he said. "And don't let that big stud hurt you too much."
"He'll hurt me in the right places," I said. "I don't mind, just as long as he wields his shaft in a reckless way. I don't like guys unless they let it all hang out."
"I get what you mean," the cook laughed. "Okay, go get him, tiger."
Bud and I climbed into his truck. He parked a few yards away, behind a whole clump of trees, just as he had suggested. What with the light blocked off from the trees, it was dark inside of ohe truck, making it look for all intent and purposes like a small, darkened motel room.
He reached out and made a grab for my head. He held on tightly to my hair, driving me down immediately to his knees.
All Bud had to do was extend his huge legs. He reached down and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his long, fiery cock.
"Go to work on that prick of mine," Bud said. "Come on, I want you to suck it. That's a good way to get acquainted."
From the way that he was ever so tightly holding on to my head, I could see just how much he expected. Bud wasn't about to let up for one solitary second until he received exactly what he waanted.
"Start tonguing my nuts," he exclaimed. "Go ahead, move your tongue back and forth. Slide against my hot balls. Really plant that tongue of yours. And while you're planting it, move your fingers up and down my peter. Yes, that's what I want. I want a racing tongue and racing fingers. Ooooh, come on, just go to work. Let your hot tongue race. Plant it, come on, plant it against my balls."
My tongue kept on steadily manipulating back and forth, sliding with superb rapidity as I ground it against his testicles. The faster that my hot tongue probed against his balls, the more quickly that I drove my fingers up and down the full length of his hot, bulging stick. Ever so rapidly I moved my fingers against his dick, and all the while I could tell that he was moving ever closer to the point of a wild climax.
"Okay, start sucking my prick," he said. "I'm gonna get off fast. Ohhh, I'm gonna give it to you. Come on, that hot juice just has to explode. It's all got to spill out of the end of my cock. Come on, move your tongue. Move it fast. I like that decisive contact. Ohhh, that tongue of yours is working so beautifully. So start tonguing my peter. Ahhh, come on, just pressed with your hot tongue. Push it up and down my dick."
Hotly my tongue worked with commanding rapidity against the tip of his steaming dick. Up and down I started to steadily probe, grinding it against his erect, semen-filled spear. The quicker that my churning tongue plunged against his solid member, the closer that I drove him to the state of climax.
"Come on, keep sucking," he sighed. "Ohhh, plant your tongue. Come on, plant it against my pecker. Ahhh, ooooh, I know you're gonna get me off. Ooooh, this feels good. Come on, suck me off. Ohhh, ahh, suck me."
A few quick, twisting tongue thrusts later, the juices began to pour voluminously from the end of his long, steady cock. The juices kept on spraying, splashing out of the end of his hot, excited member and into my mouth.
When Bud finished exploding his fiery onslaught of peter liquid into my mouth, he then reached down and started tugging at his cock a few times. When he let his fingers go, he reached down and started to remove my clothes.
"Okay, I'm gonna fuck you," he exclaimed. "Now I'm gonna fuck your ass."
I couldn't believe how this huge man could so easily manhandle me, without scarcely a thought about what I wanted. Even though in one sense I felt humiliated, in another respect I felt extra good. Here was a guy who had balls enough to do exactly what he wanted, and he wasn't about to ask me or anybody else if it was all right.
His fingers kept on working as he removed my white waitress's uniform. After that he reached down and made a grab for my panties.
"I'm tugging these things off of you," he said. "You're gonna get a fuck, honey. My blazing dick's gonna glide inside your ass."
After Bud finished removing my panties, he reached out and grabbed hold of my ass globes. His fingers pressed tightly against my ass cheeks.
"Get down on your hands and knees," he commanded, "because I'm gonna fuck your asshole. I'm gonna pour my juices out. I'm gonna let them spill inside of your hot ass. I'm gonna fuck the absolute hell out of you. My long prick is really gonna slash. I'm gonna fuck. Ohhh, am I gonna fuck you."
He worked his quick, sturdy pecker forward, allowing it to plunge its way inside of my asshole. The harder that he slammed with his rangy pole, the deeper that he imbedded it into my ass pit.
His solid prick kept on sinking, slashing eagerly as he worked it inside of me. All the while, as his churning cock blasted, he pushed his way that much nearer to the state of an anxiety filled orgasm.
"Okay, ohhh, I'm gonna juice," he sighed. "This is fucking. Ohhh, this is a nice fuck. Ooooh, it's a beautiful fuck."
While his burning, determined cock stabs continued, he reached down with both hands and started to slap at my buttocks. His fingers kept on maintaining hot contact, working with piercing regularity as they kept on sustaining crisp contact with my ass cheeks.
"Ohhh, that I like," he said. "What a nice ass. Damned, am I ever gonna fuck you. Ohhh, am I ever gonna let all the juices shoot."
His hot, anxious cock kept on blasting away, driving sharply as he worked it with piercing joy inside of my asshole. It hurt like hell, and I was being manhandled by Bud in the most comprehensive way, but still I love it. His animal magnetism made me come alive as he kept on hurling his thick, steaming cock, pushing it ever deeper inside of my asshole.
"Okay, ahhh, I'm gonna shoot," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, keep it up. Keep those hot ass cheeks moving. Come on, move them from side to side."
My swirling buttocks kept on working back and forth as he slammed his steely cock deep inside of me. After a few more strokes, the thick droplets of his hot, white cream started to shoot out of the end of his long prick and into my asshole.
"Ahhh, it's so good to be off," he gulped. "What an ass. Ahhh, you've got a nice asshole."
"You sure fucked it," I sighed.
"I feel like doing it again. Better yet, I'm gonna warm you up with some finger fucking. How does that ass of yours feel?"
"It feels sore," I replied.
He burst into loud laughter.
"Of course if feels sore," he said. "It damned well better feel sore. You've been really fucked. You've been fucked by a good, hard, stout cock. Okay, I'm gonna finger fuck you now. Just stay right down there on the floor, baby."
I wasn't about to move. There was no way I was about to cross Bud in any way.
He reached out with his right index finger and started to pump it to me. He drove his finger with piercing precision inside of my asshole. Back and forth he worked it with surging determination, grinding it hard and fast as he let it slide ever deeper inside of my asshole.
"Ohhh, come on, finger my ass," I sighed. "It does hurt, baby. Maybe you are devouring me. Ohhh, but I still like it. There's something really wild about what you're doing. Something almost unbelievable. Ohhh, but unbelievably great."
"Now you're talking," Bud laughed. "Women like to be dominated by me. Don't you like the idea of a guy who's not afraid to do any damned thing when it comes to screwing?"
"Yes, I'm really loving it. Come on, keep the crisp finger gliding inside of me. Work it really nice. Slide it inside of my asshole. Ohhh, pump with it. Ooooh, pump it inside of my ass."
A few sturdy, slamming finger strokes later, Bud removed his finger from my asshole. I could still feel those surging waves of pain, but by that point all it did was make me that much more eager to re ceive additional wild action from this aggressive truck driver.
"Okay, I'm fucking your ass again," he exclaimed.
Bud started out by completely manhandling me with his hard, calloused, ham-like hands. He kept reaching out and slapping at my buttocks, allowing his fingers to land with sturdy impact time and again as they made contact with my ass cheeks.
"Ooooh, ohhh, I love slapping your ass," he laughed. "This feels good. Ooooh, it feels good to me to completely let myself go. Ohhh, just hold up under this baby. You can do it. You're all woman, baby. It takes a real woman to hold up under my kind of pace."
He finished slapping my ass cheeks, after which he prepared to slam with his long, steely cock. Bud reached down and made a grab for my buttocks. His fingers held on tightly against my ass cheeks as he pushed his stiff dick forward, allowing it to manipulate its way inside of my asshole.
"Ohhh, I want your tight asshole," he said. "I'm really getting accustomed to your tight butt hole. Ahhh, come on, just keep flipping those ass cheeks around. I like that. I like ass cheeks in motion. Ohhh, this is a fuck. Ohhh, if this isn't a fuck, nothing is."
His fingers pushed tightly against my sore ass flesh. I didn't mind it. The more pain that my body felt, the more liberated I also felt myself becoming as Bud kept on rocking with his steady dick, grinding and slashing with his hard cock as he pumped his way that much closer to another climax.
"Ahhh, I can't hold back much longer," Bud said.
"This is too much of a fuck. Ahhh, do I ever love it. Ohhh, the juices are just gonna explode. They're gonna spill out of the end of my dick. Ooooh, ohhh, ahhh, they're gonna spray."
A few hard, ramming stabs later, the juices started to spill from the end of Bud's long, lightning stem.
"Ooooh, there's still plenty of juice in there," he sighed.
"Yes, you're really spraying me with it, honey," I gasped. "You really fucked me. Ohhh, what a fuck. Darned, that's such a nice screw. Ohhh, baby, I don't believe it. Ohhh, you're all man, Bud. Ohhh, what a cock artist you are."
When Bud removed his prick from my asshole, he patted me on the ass cheeks.
"I hate to break this up, honey, but I've got to be moving on down the road," he said. "I'll be dropping by to see you my next stop this way."
"Okay, Bud."
"The tight ass still feels sore?" he asked grinning ly.
"Yes, it certainly does."
"I sure was happy to be able to ram my prick inside of it."
"I was very happy to receive your prick stabs," I told him.
A few minutes later I finished dressing. After that I jumped out of the truck and waved good-bye to Bud, who quickly disappeared down the road.
CHAPTER 4
The afternoon went slowly at the restaurant and right at closing time, the short-order cook walked up to me.
"Tell me, Carla, how did you enjoy it?" he asked with a certain little smile.
"He was very interesting."
"I'll tell you who else is interesting," he grinned. "Old Terry here is very interesting. You know, I almost jerked off thinking about the nice fucking you were getting while you were gone. How about me driving you over to my place right now? I live just a short distance away. I've really wanted to get better acquainted with you, but I just haven't had the opportunity to work up the nerve. Okay, now I've woreked it up, and I really want to have a good time with you."
"You're laying it on about as fast as Bud did."
"I figure why not? After all, didn't it work for him?"
"Yes, but that doesn't necessarily mean it'll work for you."
"I know, but I'll bet I've got as hard and as big a cock as he does."
"I don't know. He was a real bull stud."
"Well, so am I, and the only way you're gonna find out is to jump in bed with me. Isn't that right?"
"I suppose you have a point," I had to agree.
Sore ass and all, I left with Terry at the stroke of six, when our replacements came in. We climbed into his Volkswagen and he drove me to his small apartment, which was located just a few blocks away.
Once that we finished stripping, I got a completely different impression of Terry. He might not have been the handsomest guy in the world, and he might not have been what I'd call the answer to a maiden's prayer, but what the hell. Once that he was stripped and ready for action, he was all man and that's what counted.
Terry reached out and made a grab for my breasts. He held on tightly, tweaking my nipples, causing me to heave some loud gasps.
"Okay, I'm gonna push my burning cock into your mouth," he told me.
"I'm ready, baby. I'm ready for you to do anything you want."
"I'm gonna slash with my cock. Just open your mouth. I'm gonna fuck your mouth. I'm gonna throat fuck you. How does that grab you?"
"Terrific. Come on, push your cock into my throat. Ohhh, I want to feel those wild sensations. I want to have that hot, pressing cock of yours shoving deep inside of me. I really want to feel those wild sensations."
"Okay, then you'll definitely feel them," he told me. "Just hang on. Ohhh, I'm gonna slam this thing into you. I'm gonna slam it in your mouth. I'm gonna push it nice and deep."
Terry pushed his sturdy prong forward, forcing it ever so rapidly inside of my mouth. The harder that he pumped with his stiff, pulsating rod, the deeper that he rammed it as it worked hard and fast inside of my mouth.
He just about choked off all breathing, but I didn't care. There was something wild and unassuming about Terry's manner, and I loved it, much as I had loved the way that Bud had fucked me.
I could see I was with a real man, a wild bull stud, just as he had represented himself to be. His quick, flaming fingers kept on twisting and clutching against my breasts as he slashed with his steely organ, grinding it hard and fast as he pushed his way ever nearer to the state of a stinging, wild climax.
"Ooooh, what a mouth you've got," he said. "Do I ever love pumping with my big dick. Ohhh, I love slamming it into you. This feels so good. Ooooh, do I love pumping with my prick. Ohhh, I just love. Ooooh, ohhh, I'm about to juice."
His hard, sword-like cock kept on gliding ever deeper inside of my mouth. The harder that he hammered with his thoroughly captivated organ, the closer that he moved himself to that big moment we were both waiting for, the magic instant when all of the thick, prolific white liquid would pour from the end of his enflamed peter and into my mouth.
"I love it," he gasped. "Ohhh, I love pushing my prick inside of you. Ooooh, ohhh, do I ever like this action."
His fingers once again tweaked my nipples. He was hurting me and I was loving every moment of it. I was finding out just how much fun it could be to receive the quick, wild cock onslaughts of a man that I really liked.
A few burning thrusts later, the thick, white drops of his sperm started to spurt from the end of his long, excited stem. As the juices kept splashing into my mouth, he heaved deep sighs and kept flipping his buttocks back and forth.
"Ahhh, I'm really exploding now," he said. "Don't drown in all that stuff, honey. That really is a wild juice explosion. Ooooh, it made me feel good."
When he finished with the throat fuck, Terry reached out with his right middle finger. He began to gently probe with it, working it inside of my asshole.
"How's your ass?" he asked. "Did that stud truck driver fuck your asshole?"
"How did you guess?"
"I saw him looking at your ass," Terry laughed. "I knew what was on that son-of-a-bitch's mind. Hell, I don't blame him. I don't care that he got his, just as long as I get mine. I want to be getting mine right now."
"Oooh, do I ever have a sore ass," I said.
"It's gonna be even sorer," Terry told me. "But you don't mind that. Hell, you surely don't mind a little soreness, do you?"
"No, I don't suppose that I do. Not when I'm getting this kind of a wild ass fuck."
"Why sure," he laughed. "I'm gonna pour my juices into you. I'm gonna slam my big, steely organ inside of your ass. Ooooh, am I gonna explode."
His stiff, sturdy digit kept pushing inside of my asshole for a few strokes more. When he finally released his finger from my asshole, he was all set to push his burning tool inside of my anal passage.
"Okay, I'm gonna really fuck you," he said. "Just hang on, honey. That rangy prick of mine is really gonna do you in. I'm gonna push with it. I'm gonna drive it with everything I've got. I'm gonna slam it inside of your asshole, drive it hard, drive it fast, really screw you."
"Honey, I'm always ready," I sighed breathlessly. "My asshole's sore, but I want some more. Ohhh, pound me with that fleshy cock of yours."
I ever so sexily encouraged my lover by flipping my buttocks back and forth. I knew I had a nicely constructed set of ass cheeks, and pretty soon his tongue was hanging out he was so enchanted by the way that they were moving. He reached out and made a grab for my buttocks, clutching sharply with both hands.
"Okay, here we go," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna really pump with my cock. Ahhh, am I ever gonna slam it. I'm gonna slam it so hard. I'm gonna drive it inside of you. Ooooh, ohhh, am I ever gonna let my sweeping cock plunge. Ooooh, am I ever gonna fuck you. Ohhh, ahhh, I want it. Ooooh, I want your ass."
His swift, sliding cock ground its way inside of my asshole. Right away I could feel the intense pain. After all, I had been ass fucked quite a bit during that day, but I wasn't about to in any way tell him I didn't want any more. No, not when he was that horny, and certainly not at a time when I was getting so acclimated to ass fucking.
He kept on driving his thundering dagger forward, letting it slam hard as it worked its way up my asshole.
"Come on, keep driving it," I sighed. "Ohhh, I like that. I like the way you plant your dick inside me. Oooh, you're gonna get me off. You're gonna get off, too. Ohhh, you're gonna let loose. Honey, ohhh, keep fucking me. Ohhh, keep driving your tool inside of me. Ooooh, give me a wild fuck."
My hips kept moving spiritedly from side to side as Terry kept up his quick, pumping movements. After a few more strokes, there was no way that he could hold back the gushing flood tide of sperm that just had to explode from the end of his long, excited prick.
"Ohhh, here it goes," he exclaimed. "Ooooh, ohhh, ahhh, it's gonna shoot. Yes, ohhh, ahhh, it's off."
He reached out and slapped at my ass cheeks. Terry squeezed my buttocks with piercing joy as the steaming, white fluid kept on spurting from the end of his fiery pole, splashing out of the end of it and into my asshole.
"Ohhh, that's a nice fuck," I exclaimed. "Ohhh, ahhh, did you ever slam it into me. Ohhh, did you ever push your cock. Ooooh, ohhh, I loved it."
CHAPTER 5
After the short-order cook Terry had finished fucking me, I suddenly awakened.
All of a sudden the shock of the whole thing hit me. I had not only had a dream, but it was a wild one, truly erotic one that had pushed me to heights I had never reached in my entire life. I mean, never had I been throat fucked, and never had I received a fuck up the ass. My ass was no longer sore, and that was the most obvious indication to me that the whole thing had been a dream and that I had not actually been involved in any sex, except in my own mind.
As I lay there stretched out on the bed. I felt the compulsion to reach out and play with my pussy. I closed my eyes and observed Bud the truck driver ramming his stiff, sturdy prong inside of my asshole. As he kept on connecting with his sharp, excited cock, I reached down with my right hand and allowed my fingers to commence sliding inside of my pussy.
While my hips rolled back and forth, I began heaving sighs as I moved my fingers at a steady, precise clip.
"Come on, love, keep fucking me," I said. "Come on, Bud. Ohhh, I love the way you're stroking me. Come on, just keep on ramming with your hot prick inside me. Ohhh, do I ever like that. I love this stroking. Ooooh, do I ever like it."
My fingers kept on working ever so eagerly, driving that much deeper inside of my hot hole. A few quick, plunging strokes later, the juices splashed from my pussy and into my hand.
"Ohhh, that was some kind of fuck," I sighed. "Ooooh, I loved that so much.
As I opened my eyes, I began to feel suddenly silly about the whole thing. After all, there was no Bud there. He existed only in my creative imagination.
That night Mike came home about seven. The case had ended and he had won, but he was so dragged out that he scarcely had the energy to celebrate. I poured my bedraggled lover a drink. He immediately suggested that we go out.
"I don't want to hold you to that," I told him. "You're tired, honey, very tired. I can see it."
"Naw, not so tired by what we couldn't go out."
"I feel differently about it," I insisted. "You're doing that just because you promised me this morning. Why don't we make it tomorrow night. I think you'll feel much better then."
"Maybe that would be more sensible," Mike replied. "Yeah, tomorrow should be a routine day, thank goodness. I'll be just in the office. I'll need tomorrow just to recuperate from this trial. Was it ever a cliff hanger. I mean, it was in doubt all the way."
"Then I'll just fix us something here, honey. You just lie back and rest. If you want me to fix you another drink, I will."
"No thanks. Maybe I'll just lie down on the sofa. Perhaps even catch alittle bit of sleep before dinner.
"I think that would be a good idea," I told him.
That night I was barely able to sleep. I kept thinking about those wild dreams that I had had earlier. Suddenly I began wondering if it could happen again. The whole process was so strange. No, I finally concluded, something like that would probably happen only once in a lifetime. It had seemed so vividly real getting my asshole fucked by not one but two men. And then, after that, I had been throat fucked as well.
The following day when Mike went to work, I got another melancholy jag. This time I didn't break down like I had the day before, but I still felt pretty lousy. I went outside and sunned myself at the pool, after which I took a few laps in the then deserted pool. I walked out and dried myself, then returned to the house. By then it was time for lunch and I prepared myself a tuna casserole.
I had hoped that by the time the afternoon rolled around I would feel a little better, but no relief came. As a matter-of-fact, I just began feeling more depressed. I kept wondering if Mike was really the right man for me. Even though he was extremely decent, I still din't feel a certain strong passion for him that I had always hoped I would feel for the right man. This was what bothered me. It would have tortured him, I know, if I had just picked up and left at that point, even though there was no legal contract that was binding us together.
At this point I started drinking again. After I'd had a few glasses of Scotch, my head once more started to reel and I felt sleepy.
Reasoning that a good nap was just what I needed, I walked into the bedroom and stretched out after removing my clothes. I didn't stay awake long, and once I fell asleep, well, my wild, creative imagination went to work again.
This time I was in a crowded auditorium standing back stage. I had prepared the hairdo of a beautiful redhead named Shirley, who was competing in the finals of a beauty contest.
As I stood there watching the beautiful girls parade up and down the stage in their one-piece bathing suits, I couldn't help but think that in my own mind's eye Shirley deserved to win. Even though there were a good many lovely girls on stage, Shirley seemed to stand out, exemplifying a certain elegance.
Shirley's hair was a dazzling red color, and her eyes were a radiant blue. As for her figure, it was one of symetrical proportion. She was a straight thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-six, and the thing that I kept wondering was whether I was a little prejudiced in thinking that she stood out above the rest of the field. The longer I looked at all of the contestants, the more I recognized that my judgment was accurate. It was not prejudice that was causing me to conclude that Shirley deserved the victory.
The festivities became more tense as time went by. At first the field was narrowed down to fifteen semi-finalists, after which they paraded on the stage. "Shirley, just keep your cool," I told her. "I know you're gonna win."
"You're so sweet," Shirley replied. "You're really bolstering my confidence. I love these nice things that you say."
"I say them because I mean them. You just wait, Shirley. You're gonna do very well. As a matter-of-fact, if the judges do a good job in their selection process, then you should win, because you deserve it."
"You're so very sweet," she repeated, stepping back on the stage.
I watched the dainty manner in which she walked. She stood so straight, so erect, and I couldn't help but notice every curvaceous line in her beautiful thighs and well-tapered ankles. Yes, I thought, if there was any justice in the judging, she would definitely win.
Shirley was ecstatic when she got selected as one of the five finalists.
"Now it's nail-chewing time," she told me as she grinned.
"Don't worry about a thing," I replied. "Everything's gonna go well. You just wait."
"You do say the nicest things. Well, time will tell."
Eventually the second and first runners-up were chosen. After that Shirley and I held our collective breath, upon which suddenly Shirley's name was announced. Tears streamed down her face. The first person she reached for was me, throwing her arms around me and delivering a kiss to my lips. It was hard for me to figure out just what was happening to me, but all of a sudden my head was reeling in a daze and I was feeling the kind of wild titillation that was generally reserved for kisses from men.
Shirley darted on the stage, receiving a crown and a scepter, as well as a robe. She strode up and down the stage to tumultuous applause. It was obvious from the response of the audience that they difinitely agreed with the decision.
As Shirley walked off the stage and reached me once more, she looked at me and smiled.
"Let's go into my dressing room and celebrate," she said.
Here I was walking with this beautiful young woman, who was receiving so much attention and adulation.
"You deserved it," one of the other girls said. "When I saw you, I knew I didn't have a chance of winning."
"Thank you, but I really think I was very lucky," Shirley said sweetly. "After all, you're a very beautiful girl. A lot of the girls were."
By then we were standing inside of her dressing room. Shirley shut the door, then locked it.
"I want a few minutes to just let this sink in," she looked at me and smiled.
I stood there and watched as Shirley ever so calmly stepped out of her shoes, then began to remove her one-piece bathing suit.
After she stepped out of the suit and stood a few feet away from me in the nude, my heart began to face. I kept asking myself just what was wrong. Surely I shouldn't have been feeling this kind of wild anxiety in the presence of a woman. This just wasn't like me at all. Scarcely could I realize just what was getting into me. It was a strange feeling, something that I just couldn't comprehend.
While I stood there looking at Shirley ever so strangely, she stared at me with her expressive, sea-blue eyes. The longer that she stared, the more uncomfortable that I began to feel. It was just unfathomable to me to try and figure out what was happening in the presence of this beautiful and exciting young woman.
"You're so lovely," she said after what seemed like an eternity of silence. "I really like you. You've been so sweet to me. So absolutely sweet. And you're so beautiful. It's just lucky for me that you weren't in that contest. If you had been you would have won."
"Don't be silly," I laughed with embarrassment.
"No, I really mean it," Shirley said, refusing to be dissuaded. "You have beautiful hair, beautiful skin tone, beautiful eyes. I really love your face and figure. I think you look so beautiful."
She kept on eyeing me for what seemed like a second eternity in succession. Several times I started to speak, but the words would not escape from my mouth. The whole thing just totally stunned me. I just couldn't conceive of what was going to happen next.
CHAPTER 6
It soon became apparent to me that Shirley's expression was one of somebody who wanted involvement with me other than to just talk.
"Why don't you get your clothes off, Carla?" she asked. "Come on. I'm stark naked. We both ought to get that way."
"But why?" I asked.
"I'd like to look at your body. It's so beautiful. You look so great with that dress on. It fits you so snugly. But you'd look even better with everything off. It'll give me such a thrill to see you that way."
"You really are a strange girl indeed," I shook my head. "I just can't figure out any of this."
"Why am I strange?" she asked with a smile. "I just want to see a beautiful woman naked. I'm curious to see how you're put together. I have a hunch that I'll be very impressed. As a matter-of-fact, I'm practically sure of it."
"But this all strikes me as so strange. I mean, almost unbelievably strange."
"You worry too much," Shirley said insistently. "Just take off your clothes, darling. Come on, please do it for me."
By then she was looking at me in such a sweet manner that I guess I would have done anything for her. The real reason why I was shaken, now that I think of it, however, was that I could still feel these waves of wild titillation in my loins. They manifested particularly in my pussy, and as I began to take off my dress, I recognized that not only was this beauty contest winner attracted to me, but I in turn was attracted to her. It hadn't been just a case of me rooting for a friend to win a beauty contest. No, I had admired her greatly from a physical standpoint, and as I stood there in an ever-increasing state of acute hunger, I knew exactly what was happening to me.
"Come on, keep undressing," Shirley said. "Take off your clothes, baby. Just move your fingers. Take everything off."
A few moments later I removed my dress. From that point onward all I had to do was remove my panties and bra. My fingers reached out and made a grab for my panties. After I slid them off, I started to feel very self-conscious. Even though I was attracted to Shirley, the whole concept of me being turned on by a female in a sexual way was so alien to me that I just couldn't comprehend any of it.
My last move was to remove my bra. My fingers curled around my bra straps. As my bra fell to the floor, Shirley walked over toward a nearby sofa. I watched as she stooped over, then pulled it apart. After the sofa had collapsed, Shirley decided to collapse on top of it.
I watched as Shirley lay there with her legs spread. The longer that she remained stretched out on her back, the wilder the expression of excitement that she wore on her face. Her eyes rolled as she kept staring at me, and eventually she reached down with her right hand, allowing her fingers to work their way inside of her vagina.
"Ohhh, just looking at you turns me on," Shirley sighed. "You have such a beautiful body, my darling. Ohhh, just looking at you turns me on," Shirley sighed. "You have such a beautiful body, my darling. Ohhh, I love staring at it. What a gorgeous body. This is what's inspiring me."
"This is inspiring you to want to have sex?"
"Yes, that's what's turning me on as I move my fingers around my pussy. Ohhh, I'm gonna keep grinding my fingers. I'm gonna keep working them inside my nest until I shoot. Ooooh, I like those wonderful feelings. Ohhh, do they ever excite me. Ohhh, ahhh, my pussy is so turned on. Ooooh, I love those sensations. Ohhh, it feels so great."
Her fingers kept pressing and twisting, manipulating sharply as she projected them with great steadiness inside of her smoldering pussy. The quicker that her fingers charged, the closer that she drew herself to the point of a wild orgasm. Her smooth hips kept moving dazzlingly, twisting from side to side as she sustained her quick finger stabs. Soon she had pushed herself to the very verge of climax, and as she did, her buttocks wiggled more quickly than ever as they bounced up and down on the sofa.
"Ohhh, that's so good," she sighed. "Ooooh, I'm really pushing my fingers inside, baby. Ooooh, I'm off. Yes, I'm off. Ohhh, just watching you did it. It turned me on so much. You've got such a beautiful body. Okay, darling, come on and throw yourself into bed with me. I want to do some beautiful things to you."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Ohhh, all kinds of erotically inspiring things," she laughed. "You just wait, honey. Ohhh, am I ever gonna dazzle you."
I watched as my lover reached out and slid her fingers against my buttocks. She pushed her fingers ever steadily, and the faster that they ground against my ass flesh, the more acclimated I became to what she was doing. It was a totally new experience to me, but I wasn't about to shrink from it. No, not when I as enjoying myself this much.
"Ohhh, what finger action," I told her. "Shirley, I never thought I'd be feeling anything like this for another woman. The whole thing seems so strange to me. Ohhh, so unbelievably strange."
"Just lie back and enjoy yourself," Shirley told me. "You don't have to worry about a thing. I'm gonna just push my fingers against your tits now. I'm gonna move my fingers over your whole body, give you a nice massage, and then I'm gonna do something to really turn you on."
"What are you gonna do?" I asked eagerly.
"I'm gonna put my hot tongue to work. I'm gonna drive it inside of you. I'm gonna work it so fast you're not gonna believe it. I'm gonna dazzle you with my hot tongue. Drive it inside of you. Make you explode."
"It does sound exciting. Everything sounds exciting the way you talk about it."
"Just hold, honey, because we're gonna get into it. We're gonna get into it and enjoy every bit of it."
Her fingers worked back and forth for a little while longer, pushing with piercing impact against my warm ass cheeks. When Shirley finally brought her finger stroking to a halt against my buttocks, she reached up and started to grind and stab with her quick, darting fingers as they made their way against my firm, fleshy breasts.
"Oooh, that feels so good," I exclaimed, "baby, pinch my tits. Ohhh, I am starting to get adjusted. Yes, I enjoy those strokes. Sweetheart, I really enjoy the way you're moving your fingers. Ohhh, you're working them so nice against my tits."
Her fingers kept on pushing steadily, driving back and forth as they worked solidly against my firm, fleshy boobs. The tighter that she squeezed with her quick, precise finger strokes, the closer that I was pushed toward the state of climax.
"Okay, now I've got to suck your tits," Shirley said. "I'm gonna drive my tongue against your breasts. Ohhh, I really want to touch your boobs. I want to press with my tongue. I really want to turn you on."
She pushed her tongue forward, allowing it to work its way against my left nipple. Ever so resolutely she twisted with her throbbing tongue, working it with energy and desire as it kept on manipulating against my nipple.
"Ohhh, the way your tongue dances," I sighed. "I like those dancing movements. Come on, baby. Ooooh, keep tonguing me. Yes, keep up those tonguing sensations. Ooooh, I really want it. Ohhh, I really want all this excitement. Keep grinding with your tongue. Ohhh, come on, blast with it. Drive it. Baby, really drive it."
Her tongue kept working ever so tempestuously, gliding its way from one nipple to the other. The quicker that her sturdy tongue charged, the wilder the flow of erotic and fascinating excitement that bedazzled my whole body.
While Shirley kept on tonguing my nipples, she reached down and started to move her fingers against my thighs. Up and down her fingers steadily and sturdily probed, manipulating with great joy and uninhibited desire.
"Ohh, that tongue of yours, ohhh, your fingers, you're so good," I exclaimed. "Shirley, darling, I can't get enough of you. Ohhh, I really can't."
When Shirley finished sucking my nipples, she then went to work on my warm, fleshy boobs. The more rapidly that she ground her twisting, devastating tongue, the greater the state of helplessness that she propelled me into as my whole body began to glide with unswerving desire.
"Ohhh, keep that moving," I sighed. "Come on, keep that hot tongue of yours stroking. Ohhh, stroke with it, darling. Ooooh, come on, keep it going. Ohhh, you're gonna get me off."
After she had bathed my fleshy boobs with her saliva, she reached down and let her tongue tantalize my navel for a few quick, devastating strokes. After that she moved her tongue downward sharply toward my left thigh. Her tongue kept on scraping against the firm, warm flesh, and it caused me to feel all kinds of enthusiasm throughout my whole body. Her tongue kept on digging away, moving sharply as she pumped and tugged with it, driving it up and down my entire thigh.
"You really do know how to suck," I said. "Shirley, honey, you're a champ. You really are. Ohhh, the way you work your tongue. The way you keep planting it against my thigh. Ohhh, what spirited moves. Come on, keep up those joyous stabs. Darling, just keep grinding with your tongue. Keep pushing against my thighs. Ohhh, drive it."
She removed her tongue from my left thigh, then let it go to work against my right. With unrestrained joy she kept pumping with her sturdy tongue, projecting it back and forth as it kept dancing, working spryly against my flesh.
Pretty soon I was ready to capitulate. The juices just had to be sucked out of my cunt very shortly. Shirley's wild tongue adventures had brought me to a state of virtual helplessness.
"Ohhh, you're gonna have to get me off, Shirley, baby," I told her. "Honey, you've got a great tongue. Ooooh, I like the way you're probing. Ohhh, I like the way you're driving it. Sweetheart, ohhh, suck me. Come on, suck me."
After Shirley finished the ass licking, she released her tongue from my thighs. She pushed her tongue forward, allowing it to penetrate for the first time inside of my asshole. Since I had surmised that she would go on to my pussy next, I was indeed surprised to feel those wild, twisting stabs inside of my asshole as she kept on spiritedly pushing with her tongue, driving it with great impact and joy as she worked it deep inside of my hot ass.
"Ass lick me," I sighed. "Ohhh, pour that hot tongue of yours into me. Sweetheart, ohhh, push your tongue. Ohhh, push it inside of my hot ass. Ohh, drive it. Baby, you're a real ass sucker. Ooooh, suck my hot ass. Come on, keep it grinding. Ooooh, work it. Yes, ohhh, really work it."
As Shirley's tongue kept winding around, working its way against every warm, erotic crevice of my anus, she reached out and made a move for my buttocks. Her fingers clasped ever so tightly to my ass cheeks, holding on for dear life.
"Ohhh, squeeze my butt," I exclaimed. "I love your sensations, honey. Squeeze my ass cheeks. Ohhh, squeeze my butt, come on, suck my ass. Ohh, you wild ass licker. What a beautiful, wild ass licker you are."
She maintained her quick, stiff, plunging tongue movements for a few moments more. As she released her tongue from my asshole and her fingers from my buttocks, Shirley threw her arms around me.
The next thing I knew, my beautiful, attentive lover was driving her lips forward, allowing them to make quick contact against my own lips. With thundering desire our lips remained firmly locked for several long moments, after which she then released her lips from mine.
"Okay, now I'm gonna suck out your pussy," Shirley told me proudly. "But before I do that, I want to play with your mound. I want to drive my fingers against it. I'm gonna really turn you on with my finger stabs."
"Ohhh, get right into it," I said excitedly. 'To think I was so afraid just a few minutes ago. You've really made the fear disappear."
"Yes, I sure have," she laughed. "Okay, I'm gonna excite you even more. Just wait until I sink my fingers inside of your hot flesh pit."
"Ohhh, let's do it right now," I exclaimed. "Okay, honey. Come on, move those fingers of yours inside of my hot snatch. Let them curl inside my pussy. Ohhh, I really want to feel it. I really want to feel your fingers moving inside of me."
Shirley pushed her sturdy fingers forward, allowing them to begin probing inside of my hot box. The faster and deeper that she dug, the greater the surge of excitement that circulated throughout: my pubic mound.
"Honey, what finger action," I sighed. "Ohhh, come on, let your fingers race inside of me. Come on, ohhh, work them. Sweetheart, I like this stroking action. Ohhh, you really know how to pump with your fingers. Let them stab inside of my slit. Ohhh, come on, finger me."
Her rapid-fire finger sensations continued for a few strokes more, after which she then released them from my mound. By the time that she finished, Shirley was ready to glide her tongue inside my wet, willing gash.
As a means of exciting my lover even more, I whipped my hips back and forth, gasping loudly all the while.
"Ohhh, come on, plunge your tongue into me," I sighed. "Bring me off, sweetheart, bring me off."
I watched with unabridled joy as my lover dropped her head down between my legs.
"Okay, just get ready," Shirley told me. "I'm really gonna push my tongue into your slit. I'm gonna really grind it inside of your mound. You're gonna get a nice workout, honey. I'm gonna drive my tongue inside of your wet gash. I'm gonna make you explode. I'm gonna eat your cunt juices."
"Ohh, tell me more."
"I don't need to," she laughed. "I'm not gonna tell you more, I'm just gonna show you more. I'm gonna be a woman of action. I'm gonna really push my tongue inside of you. How does all this sound?"
"It sounds beautiful. Come on, push your charging tongue inside of me, honey. Ohhh, come on and stroke me. Ohhh, plant it. Yes, plant it inside of my pussy."
My swirling hips began to move once more as my lover Shirley pushed her tongue forward, allowing it to grind its way inside of my warm, already agitated slit.
"Come on, keep charging with your tongue," I sighed. "Ohhh, Shirley. I can't believe anything can be this beautiful. You're really letting yourself go. What a nice tongue you've got. Ohhh, it's a beautiful tongue. Ohhh, let it charge."
I was immersed in such a horny state that I could see I couldn't hold on much longer. As her tongue kept up its swift, driving pace, I was propelled ever so eagerly to the point of climax. The juices started to splash ever so quickly from my organ, shooting from it and into her mouth.
"Ohhh, you brought me off so fast," I sighed. "I was so ready, baby. Ohhh, it was all so quick. Sweetheart, what a tongue job."
Shirley smiled as she slowly released her tongue from my wet twat.
"You see, I knew you'd love it," she told me. "All I needed to do was just cause you to relax a little. You just needed to let yourself go. But you loved it. You really did."
CHAPTER 7
As I continued to lie there on the sofa, my totally irrepressible lover was ready to move into some more action.
"I want to play with your pussy again," Shirley smiled. "I'm so enchanted by your body. It's so firm, so lovely. If I didn't find it very appealing, I wouldn't want to go to these lengths to make love to it in so many different ways."
"I'm flattered you find me so appealing," I told her.
"Darling, I'm gonna reach out and play with your cunt. I'm gonna really move my fingers against it. I'm gonna let my fingers slide real nice. Ohhh, yes, am I ever gonna excite you. I'm gonna move my dazzling fingers so quickly. I'm gonna really grind inside of your cunt."
She proceeded to go on and do exactly what she told me she had in mind. Her fingers slid soothingly as they made their way back and forth against my pink twat. The faster that her fingers probed, the closer that I was propelled toward yet another climax.
"Ohhh, what burning fingers you've got," I said. "You've got burning fingers, you've got a burning tongue. Ohhh, you're great, baby."
"I'm gonna keep my burning fingers going for a little while, and then I'm gonna start driving my burning tongue inside of your pussy."
"Ohhh, I'll bet you will. You're gonna get me off again. I've got so many precious orgasms stored up for you. Just as many as you want, my dear. Ohhh, my beautiful baby. You gorgeous beauty contest winner. You fantastic woman. You're so great. Ohhh, I love you so much."
Her fingers would their way around my sweltering snatch for a few more strokes. When she released her fingers from my pussy, she reached down and made a grab for my fleshy ass cheeks. Her fingers squeezed sharply for several long moments, after which Shirley ever so slowly glided her head forward.
As I watched her tongue pop forward, I knew what she was going to do. My wiggling ass cheeks started to move responsively from side to side as I anticipated receiving her smoldering strokes inside of my wet, enthralled gash.
"Come on, get busy with your tongue," I gasped. "Ohhh, plant it inside of my asshole. Baby, start stroking my hot ass. Ooooh, plant it, baby."
Her tongue kept on whipping sharply, manipulating back and forth as she moved it with great enthusiasm inside of my asshole. All the while she pushed me ever closer to the state of an imminent orgasm.
After a few more charging strokes inside of my asshole, she removed her tongue from it and decided it was time to go to work inside of my wet, pink slit.
"Okay, here we go," she grinned. "I'm gonna suck out your cunt. My charging tongue is really gonna do the job. I'm gonna plant it inside of your pussy."
"Ohhh, drive it inside of me," I exclaimed. "Ohhh, I want you to suck me out. Sweetheart, just move your tongue. Ohhh, really let it slide."
Her tongue pushed forward, working its way zealously inside of my moist slit. I could see that it wouldn't take long to bring em off again.
"Go ahead, suck my mound," I exclaimed. "Ohhh, keep probing. Sweetheart, plant it inside me. Ohhh, plant it inside my slit. Ahhh, suck me, come on, suck me.
Her throbbing tongue continued to work like lightning, grinding with sturdy, decisive conviction as it made it way deep inside my flesh pit.
A few twisting strokes later, I was unable to hold back any longer. Once again the cry of orgasm surfaced throughout my whole body. I felt the sweltering waves of anxiety in my loins as I kicked back and forth with my legs, gasping and sighing as the juices were ready to spurt from my hot mound.
"Honey, swallow it all," I exclaimed. "Ooooh, come on, swallow the stuff. Ooooh, go ahead, ohhh, go get it. Go get every drop of my hot juice. Ooooh, ahhh, yes, ahhh, swallow it."
When all of her sucking came to an end, I couldn't help but feel wild waves of enthusiasm throughout my own body. As I looked down at that gorgeous form, which I had watched prancing so triumphantly on stage after being declared the winner of the beauty contest, I knew that I had to start adventuring with my tongue. The idea of confronting a new experience made me feel good all over as I pushed my steady tongue forward, allowing it to wiggle back and forth as it slid against her left nipple.
"Ohhh, so you want to start sucking me," she smiled. "Baby, come on and start stroking. Ohhh, let's really do it. Let's really have ourselves some fun."
I kept on working my tongue, letting it manipulate with ever-greater intensity as it worked against her left nipple. At first I moved it very slowly, but the longer that I kept up that activity, the harder that I pressed and pushed with my tongue.
After I finished tonguing her left nipple, I moved over toward her right and repeated the same kind of swift, captivating tongue thrusts. With sweeping vigor I kept on pushing with my tongue, driving it with sturdy desire as it worked and slashed its way back and forth against her nipple.
"You're really catching on," Shirley sighed. "That's what I like. Ohhh, I like somebody who can really turn on fast. Okay, honey. Keep up those charging movements. Come on, ohhh, you can start switching the action to my entire breast area now. Come on, just throw that tongue of yours into high gear. Start peppering me with it."
My quick, racing tongue started to make vigorous contact with Shirley's left breasts. The more rapidly that I let my tongue dig against her hot tit, the more excitement that started sweeping through her body. Now I could completely identify with the way she felt, since I had received those very same sensation al feelings just a few minutes earlier when she had tongue my beautiful body.
"Okay, keep cutting loose," Shirley sighed. "I love the way you're stroking. Come on, keep planting. Ohhh, plant that hot, fast tongue of yours. I really love it. Oooooh, I love what you're doing to me, honey. Come on, keep dazzling me."
My tongue kept on skillfully gliding against her left breast, then her right. When I released my tongue from her warm, now wet tits, I put it to work against her left thigh. Up and down my tongue brilliantly scraped, driving enthusiastically against her warm skin.
"Keep blasting me with your tongue," Shirley exclaimed. "I like that. Ohhh, keep it up, honey. Ooooh, move your tongue. Come on, blister me with it. Ohhh, drive it against my tits. Yes, ohhh, assault me with that tongue of yours. Just keep letting it sweep. Explode it against my breasts. That's the way I want it."
I removed my tongue from her left breast, then permitted it to commence driving sharply against her right. The quicker that my piercing tongue probed against her hot, excited breast, the closer I knew that I was bringing her toward that moment when all of the juices would start to spurt from her snatch.
"Okay, I'm gonna move on to other targets," I smiled. "I hope you don't mind me experimenting like this. I'm just kind of doing whatever strikes my fancy."
"I couldn't enjoy it any more," she told me. "So just keep that tongue of yours moving. Keep planting it, sweetheart. Ohhh, just drive it against my beautiful body. Ohhh, I want you to stroke me."
Right then my tongue was resting only a scant few inches away from my lover's left thigh. With smoothness and precision, I pushed my tongue forward and allowed it to begin sliding against her left thigh. Up and down I worked my tongue ever so slowly but surely as it kept on twisting and moving, driving gracefully against her smooth, warm thigh.
"Come on, keep on sucking me," she sighed. "Ohhh, just keep planting your tongue, baby. Ooooh, keep moving it. Move your tongue aggressively. I love the way you dazzle me with you. Ohhh, I just love it."
My sweeping tongue moved back and forth against her left thigh a few more times. After that I began to let my tongue collide with Shirley's right thigh. I dazzled her with my swift, precise strokes, making certain that I took in every crevice of her warm, thoroughly aroused flesh.
"Okay, you can suck my cunt any time you want to," Shirley told me. "I want you to drive your tongue, honey. I want you to really start planting it. Come on, honey. Ohhh, come on, pump with your hot tongue. Push it into me."
"I'd like to suck out your ass first," I told her.
"You've got such a beautiful butt."
"Okay, then do it. Ohhh, I don't have to tell you anything anymore. You caught on fast. You're so great. Ooooh, come on, just work your tongue. Drive that throbbing tongue against me, honey."
My fingers scraped against her firm, warm ass cheeks for a few strokes. I then pushed my tongue forward, allowing it to plant ever so spiritedly and assertively against her-left buttock. The quicker that I pressed with my tongue, letting it scrape with dazzling desire, the closer that I brought her to the point of a wiggling climax.
"Keep sucking me," she sighed. "Do anything you want, honey, but just keep up those movements. Come on, keep planting your wild tongue. Ohhh, go to it. Work it. Ohhh, get me off. Ohhh, get me off any time, any way you know how."
My tongue slid against her firm, warm buttocks for a few more strokes. After I released it, I then allowed it to project forward swiftly as I moved it inside of her anus. The quicker that my charging tongue worked as I moved it inside of her asshole, the louder that her sighs became. Shirley was now undergoing exactly the same thing that I had prior to my orgasms. She was immersed in a sea of adventure, responding to each and every quick, swirling tongue stroke that I sent forth.
"What a quick tongue," she sighed. "Ohhh, just let it keep racing, baby. Ooooh, we're in this beautiful sea of passion. Come on, keep driving."
When I finished sucking her buttocks, I slipped my tongue forward, allowing it to push its way inside of her anal passage. I drove my swirling tongue all the way into her rectum, continuing to allow it to slash and twist.
"Ohhh, you ass licker, you," she laughed. "Are you ever gliding your tongue. Come on, baby. Ooooh, your tongue is really doing it. Honey, you're really stroking me. Ohhh, come on, keep planting it. Yes, keep letting your tongue plant inside me. Ohhhh, eat out my ass, sweetheart."
As Shirley's hips kept on twisting, I moved my tongue ever deeper as I pushed it inside of her hot asshole. I kept on driving with my twisting tongue for a few strokes more, after which I then released it from her asshole.
"Okay, I guess it's time to push my tongue inside of your pussy," I said.
"I'm on fire, I'm all ablaze," she told me. "I'm thrilling to you, baby. I've thrilled to you actually from the very beginning. So come on, ohhh, just push your tongue inside me. Plant it real nice."
Given that kind of encouragement, I naturally was eager to please my beautiful lover in every way that I could. As I sank my head down between her legs, I picked up her beautiful womanly scent, which caused me to feel more excitement that ever at the prospect of driving my quick, stabbing tongue inside of her pussy.
"Come on, eat out my slit," she sighed. "Baby, drive that graceful tongue of yours inside me. Come on, ohhh, really plant it. Come on, darling, I want to juice."
With breathless anxiety her hips ground back and forth as I pushed my tongue inside of her mound. I let it slip and slide against her clitoris a few times, teasing her with every quick, energetic stab that I sent inside of her mound.
"Okay, you've got me well on my way," Shirley gasped. "You're so good, honey. I can't even believe you're a beginner. Ohhh, it's like you've had plenty of experience. Just keep your tongue moving. Ohhh, plant that jet-propelled tongue of yours inside me. Keep working it."
While my wild and ecstatic tongue continued to do its job, I reached down and made a grab for Shirley's ass cheeks. They were slippery in my clutches due to the fact that I had earlier sucked them, but I wasn't about to let that stand in my way. I kept holding on earnestly and tightly, driving my tongue with wild, zestful desire as I pushed it deep inside of her sweltering, wet slit.
"Get ready, ohh, the deluge is gonna hit," she sighed. "Ohhh, the stuffs gonna shoot. Yes, ohhh, it's gonna spill. It's gonna spill out of my pussy. Ooooh, ahhh, here we go."
My torrid, tongue kept on manipulating, driving back and forth as I worked it deep inside of her hot box. A few scorching strokes later, the juices began to splash from Shirley's pussy and into my mouth.
"You did it, you brought me there," she sighed with exhilaration. Honey, that charging tongue of yours. Ohhh, it's such a beautiful tongue. It works beautifully. The way you push it in me. Ohhh, ahhh, did you ever let it drive. Did you ever let that hot, sleek tongue of yours move inside my snatch. It's such a good, glorious feeling. Ohhh, ahhh, the way you planted it. Ohhh, did I ever love it."
When I removed my tongue from my lover's mound, she threw her arms around me and delivered a kiss to my lips.
"I knew you'd be great," Shirley said.
"What made you so confident?" I asked.
"I was just sure of it. When you turn on as many people as I have and you're as conscious about sex as I am, you just kind of pick up some of these things by instinct."
"And your instincts told you that I would be a good fuck."
"Yes, and my instincts certainly didn't lie," she smiled.
I felt a moment of supreme triumph as a result of having pleased Shirley, the beautiful girl who had won the beauty contest. I kept thinking about the irony of it all. Here there were scores of panting men all over the place who would have given anything to have been in my place at that moment, but they weren't. Instead I was the one who had the opportunity to go to bed with her and had seen that I had made the most of it.
At that moment I suddenly awakened. Once again I felt these wild waves of exhilaration as I thought about having sex with Shirley.
"There is no Shirley," I shook my head. "She was just another creation of mine."
I moved my fingers forward and instinctively they ground their way inside of my vagina. I worked them back and forth, allowing them to twist ever so assertively as I moved them around inside of my pussy.
It didn't take any more than a few seconds before the juices shot from my mound. Naturally I was thinking about Shirley all the while.
CHAPTER 8
As soon as Mike got home that evening, I could tell that he was in a much better frame of mind than the day before.
He looked a good deal rested, and it became only too obvious to me that what with the tremendous pressure of a long court battle behind him, he would be in a much more receptive mood toward everything, including sex.
I suddenly found myself confronting the idea of sex with Mike in a much different vein than I had before. Every time that the thoughts of those wild dreams returned, I became that much more reluctant to have sex with Mike. After all, my own true world of reality had never been able to keep pace with the kind of unique excitement that I had known from those experiences with the truck driver, the short-order cook, and the beautiful beauty contest winner.
After having a couple of drinks, Mike suggested that we go out to dinner. We got into his grey Cadillac Seville and went to a nearby restaurant, at which we enjoyed ourselves by devouring some lobster.
When we got back to the place, Mike, who'd been loosened up even a little more through some drinks at the restaurant, was now ready to engage in vigorous sex with me.
We climbed out of our clothes and jumped into bed.
Mike went to work immediately, sliding his tongue downward toward my pussy.
"I'll get you off," he said. "That'll get you more excited."
With quick, lightning strokes, Mike propelled me ever so steadily toward the verge of orgasm.
As I lay there, my hips instinctively churning, I began to think of how automatic my responses were becoming with Mike. That bothered me a great deal. After all, when I had had sex with those two men in my dreams and with the woman as well, nothing had been automatic. I had enjoyed every beautiful bit of action that had taken place, and now I was just responding seemingly out of a sense of duty. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't that I didn't also enjoy some of the sensations, what with Mike pushing his tongue deep inside of my slit, but the big problem was that I just didn't get the same feeling of joy and satisfaction that I had derived when my other lovers, my dream lovers, had had sex with me.
"Keep that broiling tongue of yours working," I panted. "Ohhh, Mike. I'm getting close. Ohhh, I'm getting real close."
I moved my fingers through Mike's hair, guiding him along every way that I could as he kept on gliding his tongue inside of me. After a few more strokes, the juices shot from my twat and into his mouth.
"Ohhh, that was good," he said. "Now I'm ready to explode in your pussy."
Once again I got the feeling that everything was fore-ordained. That bothered me. The thing that had characterized the dream lovers and had made them so exciting sexually was their sheer unpredictability. We didn't know from one moment to the next exactly what we were going to do.
All of a sudden I decided that I would suggest something wild to Mike, a particular act that we had never engaged in before.
"How about throat fucking me?" I asked calmly.
Mike looked at me with a startled, silent expression.
"What did you just say?"
"I said it would probably be beautiful if you'd fuck my throat."
"My god, what's getting into you? I thought you were one of these conservative, old-fashioned girls," he laughed nervously.
"What's wrong with being a modern girl?"
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it.
It's just that you're startling me, honey. I never thought you'd want to go that route."
"I like to go different routes. Wherever I think that there's some pleasure to be derived. Would it be running counter to your grain to slam your cock down my throat?"
"No, I could do it," he said. "I just want to know if this is what you really want."
"It is. Otherwise I would have never suggested it."
"Are you sure you're feeling all right, honey?"
"I feel great. Why, aren't you up to it?"
"No, don't get me wrong," Mike waved his hand in protest. I'm not saying I won't do it or I can't do it. It's just that this whole thing startles me a little. No, I'll fuck your throat. If that's what you want, that's what I'll give you."
"That's good," I smiled. "Okay, honey, just plunge your prick inside of me; Work it inside my mouth. Come on, really give me a good screw. Drive your wild peter inside of me. Ohhh, come on, drive it inside my mouth."
As I opened my mouth wide, Mike moved toward me with great caution. He still had that look on his face that indicated he thought I'd gone mad. Of course, in thinking it over, it wasn't really all that erroneous an assumption on his part. I had never indicated before that I wanted anything quite like this, and so now that I had just come right out and asked for it, it had left him a little stunned.
"Have you been doing something like this with somebody else?" he looked at me skeptically.
"Of course not," I laughed. "Why do you ask that?"
"Because you're just making a request like this out of the clear blue sky. I just wondered what brought it on."
"I've just been hearing from girl friends of mine about certain things that they do with their husbands and boyfriends. I don't want to be completely left behind. I want to at least know what some of these sensations are like."
"I see," he laughed nervously. "Okay, as long as this request just arouse from conversations with your girl friends."
I closed my eyes, waiting nervously for his erect prick to start slicing inside of my mouth. Even though I had specifically requested this act, I was still more than a little afraid of what was going to happen. After all, this was quite a move for me to amke. This time it was no dream. It was not an erotic fantasy. This was going to be the real thing.
His quick, charging cock worked its way inside of my mouth. Mike kept on devastating me with his first few quick, punching stabs.
He kept staring at me, wondering if I would shake my head or in some way let him know that I did not really want more of the same kind of action. But no, I was not about to call him off. I actually wanted it. As a matter-of-fact, I desired it a great deal.
Rather than shaking my head, I instead nodded, giving him all the encouragement that I could as his stiff, plunging peter kept on working, grinding back and forth as he moved it deep inside of my mouth.
"Ohhh, there is a lot to be said for this," Mike said. "I can hardly believe you want to do something as wild, baby, but it does feel good. Ohhh, I like it."
As Mike's swift, dashing cock kept on disappearing ever deeper into my mouth, grinding ultimately against the base of my throat, he reached out with both hands and started to grind his fingers against my breasts. He squeezed with his fingers ever so tightly, pressing them against my firm tits as he kept on slamming his sharp, determined cock deep inside of my mouth. The harder that he pushed and pumped with his pecker, the closer I could tell he was moving toward the state of orgasm.
While Mike kept up his quick, sharp peter assault, I reached out with both hands and started to move my fingers against his balls. The tighter that I squeezed his nuts, the louder that his gasping sounds became as he kept on pushing his stiff, probing peter inside of my mouth.
"Ohhh, I love the way you're squeezing my nuts," he sighed. "Ohhh, hold on, honey. Baby, clutch. Ohhh, come on, hold on. Ohh, hold on real nice. Come on, ooooh, hang onto my balls. Ooooh, play with the."
Mike's wiggling ass began to move with greater rapidity than ever as he kept on slashing with his long, sharp, surging cock. The harder that he pumped with his stiff staff, the closer that he brought himself to the point of a wild and eager orgasm.
"Ohhh, I feel the itch now," he exclaimed. "Come on, keep moving those burning fingers against my balls. Ohhh, let them explode against my nuts. Ooooh, I love it, honey. Let's keep it going. Ohhh, ahhh, what a fuck."
He kept stuffing his peter inside of my mouth, pushing his hard, sharp cock all the way to the base of my throat. All the while he kept on gasping, en joying every quick, sharp stroke as he pumped and slid his steaming joy stick inside of me.
After a few wild, determined, lashing cock strokes later, I felt the first few drops of his thick, orgasmic cream start to spill from the end of his long dick.
"Ohhh, here we go," he said, bracing himself as his muscles suddenly tensed. "Ooooh, it's all gonna shoot. Ohhh, all the stuffs gonna spray. It's gonna spill out of the end of my peter. Ohhh, how nice. Ahhh, it's gonna spill so nice. Ohhh, here it is. It's shooting. Damned, ohhh, it's splashing."
His sturdy, tempestuous cock kept on grinding, working back and forth as he pumped and twisted with it, letting it slide deep inside of my mouth.
Even though I was scarcely able to breath under the stinging attack being sent forth, I still loved every bit of it. Mike was dominating me thoroughly, and I enjoyed receiving his prolific liquids as the sperm kept bolting, splashing out of the end of his wild, excited joy stick and into my mouth.
When Mike finally removed his stiff, sturdy vehicle from my mouth, he reached out and patted me on top of the head.
"That was so good," I said. "Mike, your cock really charged."
"I still can't believe that that's what you wanted," he said.
"How did it all feel to you?"
"I couldn't believe it. It felt so great. Like something out of a dream."
I didn't have any response for that. After all, it had been a dream that had prompted me to make the request. If he had known that, there's no telling what he would have thought. More than likely he would have assumed that I had had sex with another man and I was making the flimsiest of excuses."
"You've got such a nice dick," I told him.
I reached out with both hands and started to let my fingers play with the tip of his cock. The longer that my fingers unfurled against his thick, bulging organ, the better that he enjoyed the strokes that I kept on commandingly delivering.
"You're okay," Mike said. "Ohhh, I love the way you're fingering me. Ooooh, are you ever pumping. Come on, keep fingering me. Ohhh, play with my cock. Ohhh, play with my prick, play with my balls. I love it. Baby, I really love it."
My fingers kept on stroking, manipulating zealously as I allowed them to twist and move against the entire base of his semen-filled tool. It inspired me that he had gone down very little after that first orgasm, and that all it had taken were a few strokes in order to pump him back up to full length.
"You really do love this," I said. "You're responding to every touch."
CHAPTER 9
I kept on sliding my fingers up and down Mike's long peter.
The thing that I was trying to do was establish the kind of relationship with him that I had had with my dream lovers. The whole thing was so paradoxical. Here I was enjoying the devoted love of a man, and I was seeking to equal what was happening in my dreams.
I moved my fingers up and down his piercing prong for a few more strokes, after which he finally called a halt to my action.
"Okay, you can let go now," he sighed. I'm gonna give you a wild fuck, honey."
"That sounds very good, Mike."
"You just get ready. I'm gonna give you a good screw. I'm gonna ram my dick inside of your snatch."
Mike reached down with his left hand, manipulating his fingers ever so solidly and smoothly inside of my vagina. The quicker that he kept on stroking, the louder my gasps became as he kept on maintaining his quick, effective pace.
"Ooooh, you're really working them," I said. "I love the finger activity, honey."
He stroked for a few more moments, after which he released his fingers from my hot pit. By then Mike was ready to plunge his quick, spirited cock inside of my pussy. He wanted to blast away with it relentlessly, to glide it fast and deep inside of my scorching mound until the juices shot from the end of his flaming dick.
"Okay, here I go," he told me, smiling broadly. "I'm gonna pump with my big dick. I'm gonna really ram it inside of you. Am I ever gonna slam it hard. Am I ever gonna push it fast. I'm gonna drive it inside of your mound. I'm gonna blast with it. I'm really gonna blast."
His quick, assaultive cock worked its way inside of my pussy. At first he was determined to move slowly, to let the action develop gradually as he worked his steady spear inside of me. The longer that he kept up his pace, the harder that he commenced to drive his thick, sturdy stem as he worked it inside of my nest. Ever so eagerly he began to step up his pace, pushing his hard cock deep inside of my mound.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," I exclaimed. "Come on, pump that big dick of yours. Ohhh, baby, keep finding the range."
Mike's resolute body kept on rocking as he projected his sharp, steady shaft deep inside of me. After a few more quick, emphatic stabs, he could feel the juices swelling in his nuts. He knew how eager he was to unload ever drop of his wild, enchanting orgasmic fluid from the end of his piercing pecker and into my mound.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna really fuck you," he sighed. "Ooooh, ahhh, I'm gonna shoot. Ohhh, it's all gonna shoot out of me. It's all gonna splash. Honey, ohhh, I'm gonna blast off."
My grinding hips kept on gliding back and forth as I got set to receive the juices from his exploding member. The droplets of his fiery orgasmic cream started to spill from the end of his hot, blasting pole. The louder that he gasped, the more prolifically that his juices shot as they bolted from the end of his organ and into my mound.
"Ohhh, that's fucking," I sighed. "Ohhh, baby, keep up that hot pace. Ohhh, keep screwing me. Ooooh, ohhh, I love it. Yes, I love those strokes."
When the screwing came to an end, Mike threw his arms around me. He kissed my lips. It was obvious from the expression on his face that he was perfectly satisfied with his performance.
Actually I guess I should have been, and that was why it made me feel more than a little guilty over the face that I kept wishing there had been more. It was really beginning to bother me. I couldn't help but wonder whether I was going nuts or something.
Here I was, a beautiful woman with a hot, willing man, and he had fucked me to the ultimate of his capabilities. We had even experimented with a new act. But still I kept thinging back to those wild dreams that I had, those wonderful erotic fantasies.
The next afternoon I took a nap. Naturally it was with the aid of my trusty Scotch, which I had been sipping more of as of late than ever before. It was as if I felt that I had to follow that same precise format so that I could experience some dreams.
It had been several days since I'd had my last dream, the one about Shirley, the beauty contest winner. I was beginning to think that perhaps I had had my quota of dreams and that I would not be encountering any more fantasy activity like I had been the last few days.
At the time when I figured it was all over, something happened. As I lay there sleeping in the middle of the afternoon, dead to the world for all intent and purposes, my mind once again began to wander into the great beyond.
This time I was sitting in a classroom. There were a few girls there with me, but for the most part we were outnumbered by the young men.
It was a survey literature course, and the professor talked in very fascinated tones about Henry James. When the class came to an end, I got up from my desk and walked out of the room.
Walking just a few steps behind me was a tall, bearded young man with an intense expression in his eyes. It made me feel a little uncomfortable the way that he was staring at me. As a matter-of-fact, he had been looking at me periodically during the course of time that I was in class with him. I tried not to pay any attention to him, but I still felt just a bit uncomfortable about the whole thing.
Finally he began to trot, and after a few steps, he was even with me.
"You sure do walk fast," he said. "It takes quite a bit for a guy to catch up with you."
"I guess I'm a young woman in a hurry," I said.
"My name is Pat. What's yours?"
"I'm Carla."
"Glad to know you, Carla." I lookd at Pat and said nothing. He was beginning to bug me.
"Don't look at me like that," Pat said. "I just want to be friends with you. Why don't we have a nice discussion about Henry James."
I think the instructor covered Mr. James's writing career very effectively in the lecture. It's up to you and up to me to take it from there, to read his works and evaluate them."
"But I think that we could both benefit so much more if we discussed Henry James. Don't you think so?"
"I'm afraid I'm not ready. I haven't read any of his books yet."
"Neither have I, but that doesn't have to hold us back."
"Look, Pat, it was a blast, but I've got to be going."
"Stop acting so goddamned stuck-up," he growled angrily.
"Look, I don't have to take this kind of talk from you. I don't have to take anything from you. I can just walk away and disappear. I don't owe you a thing. Remember that. I don't even know you."
"Okay, okay," Pat laughed. "All I know is that I like your style. Maybe you are a little bit testy, but I don't mind that. I'm looking at the whole woman."
"How would you know what the whole woman consists of in my case?" I came back at him fast. "After all, like I said, we don't even know each other."
"I think I know you pretty well. I think I can size you up even from a distance. You're really a pretty passionate gal once you set your mind to it."
"I've been told I'm very cold," I laughed.
"You probably are, with people that you want to be cold around. That's why I said you're passionate if you set your mind to it. With me you'd set your mind to it."
"Disappear, sonny-boy. If there's one thing I don't need, it's some collegiate Romeo going after me strong right after class."
"I guess maybe you're chicken shit to fuck with me," he said.
My eyes flashed red.
"You crude son-of-a-bitch," I exclaimed loudly. "You're showing very well what you're made of; and it's not a very pretty sight indeed. How dare you talk that way to me! Using that kind of language. I don't like it. I'm telling you, I don't like it."
"Why don't we step in here and do something about all this frustration?" he laughed. "I know damned well what it really means. You happen to be pretty damned horny for me. That's what the whole thing amounts to. Isn't that true?"
"It is not."
Pat looked quickly up and down the hall. When he discovered that there was nobody else around, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed me by the hand. The next thing I knew he was pulling me into one of the men's bathrooms.
He locked the door ever so confidently, continuing to hold onto my hand, squeezing it tightly as I kept raising loud protests.
"You son-of-a-bitch," I said. "What kind of a bastard are you? Oh, damned, who the hell do you think you are? Better yet, who the hell do you think I am? I guess you think that I'm some kind of slut or something. My god, let me go. Let me go."
"I'm not gonna let you go now," he laughed, after he finished locking the door. "After all, if I let you go right now you're just gonna go screaming bloody murder to the first person you see. That's not what I want. I want to give myself a chance to show you just how passionate and how beautiful a lover I can be."
"That'll be the day. You don't even know the meaning of the word love," I snapped. "Now let me out of here. If you let me go now and you don't bother me, then there's nothing I'll do to you. But if you persist, then I'm gonna really complain. I'll call the police, in fact."
"Just talking about calling the police gets me so nervous that I couldn't let you go," Pat laughed. "Not that I would anyway. I'm too anxious to have some fun with you, baby. We're gonna have some beautiful fun. As a matter-of-fact, we're gonna start right now."
I watched as Pat reached down and began to unzip his trousers. Even though he let my hand go at that point, there was something about what he was doing that just caused me to freeze up. As I kept standing there watching him unzipping, I became fascinated by this beast of a man. Maybe he was strange. Maybe he was cocky, so much so that it could turn your stomach, but beneath it all there was a wild and reckless behavior pattern that I couldn't help but like. His extremely confident and unassuming air was getting through to me.
He finished unzipping his trousers, then reached inside of his shorts. He pulled out his long, throbbing cock, then began to manipulate his fingers up and down the full length of it.
"Just look at this," he said. "You love the sight of it. I can tell by the way you're staring at it. You really love my hot dick. I'll bet you want to go down on it so bad that you can taste it."
"You must be crazy," I replied. "You're a very repulsive man. As a matter-of-fact, I wouldn't even call you a man at this point. I'd call you a beast."
"I like to be called a beast," he laughed, continuing to play with his cock. "It's the beasts who have all the fun. They're not afraid to take what they consider to be theirs. Like I consider you to be mine."
"You talk about me like I'm a piece of furniture. Is that what a woman is to you?"
"Hell, no, she's more than that. She's an interesting sex object. Something to help a man get his rocks off. That's what you are. As a matter-of-fact, I'm a sex machine and you can be a sex machine yourself. You've got the potential. Just look at that body. You can turn on a sex machine, and then if you come back with the same kind of action, you're gonna have yourself a whale of a time and so is your partner. As a matter-of-fact, that's what I've got in mind for us right now."
"You're crazy, absolutely crazy."
Crazy or not, my persistent lover reached out and made a grab for my head. He quickly forced me down to my knees.
"If you don't buck me, I won't hold on quite as tight. But I'm making certian that I get what I want. I want your body and that's all there is to it."
Pat continued to hold on tightly to my head. He pushed against my scalp, pressing sharply. The tighter that he held on, the greater the amount of excitement that I did begin to feel throughout my whole body. There was something about being dominated by this crude, cocky man that was really doing something for me. It was strange having these dual emotions. One set of emotions prompted me to feel nothing but anger toward Pat. But the other side was totally different. I felt a tremendous anxiety and wanted to get involved with him on an intimate sexual basis.
"Okay, start sucking me off," he said. "Just start grinding your tongue against my balls. Come on, work your tongue. Plant it. Ohhh, come on, really plant your tongue."
I pushed my tongue forward, allowing it to begin sliding back and forth as it maneuvered against Pat's testicles. My head spun in a sea of bedazzled agitation. Even though there was a side of me that hated what Pat stood for, I couldn't help but be hypnotized by him, and as my tongue kept on working sharply against his balls, I pushed him ever closer to the state of a glorious climax.
"Keep that tongue of yours moving," he sighed. "Come on, grind it against my balls. Ahhh, I like the way you're working your tongue against my nuts.
You're gonna keep that up for a little while, and then you're gonna suck me off. Your tongue is gonna plant right against my dick. You're really gonna plunge with it. Ohhh, yeah, you're gonna bring me off. Ohhh, I can feel it now. I can already start to feel those wild tongue sensations against my prick."
Although I hated to admit it, once that Pat had bullied me, I was willing to do just about anything that he wanted me to do.
My tongue moved up and down his long, sweeping cock. As I kept making quick, steady contact with it, I pushed him that much nearer to that inevitable moment when all of his torrid juices would spurt wildly from the end of his glorious prong and into my mouth..
"Keep sucking," he commanded. "Come on, I want you to keep grinding your tongue. Ohhh, plant it. Come on, plant it up and down my big prick. Drive your tongue. Work it up and down my hot staff. I want you to keep up those commanding movements. I want you to bring me off."
My tongue kept on working overtime, blasting up and down his long, excited penis as the juices were moving ever closer to the point of explosion.
"Ahhh, a few more strokes," he gasped. "Ooooh, my legs are twitching. My whole body's twitching. It's itching like hell. The stuff just has to pour out of me. Ohhh, it's gonna pour out of my cock. Just wait, ohhh, just wait."
My lover's fingers began working their way through my hair. He held on tightly to my scalp, then heaved a wild sigh as the first dew droplets of his thick, gushing liquid began to spurt from the end of his long, rangy cock and into my mouth.
"Ahhh, go to it," he sighed. "Come on, you swallow that hot stuff. Ohhh, go get it. Oooooh, come on, swallow it. Ohhh, swallow my peter juice. Baby, ohhh, go get it. Every drop."
His fingers sank against my head as he squeezed more tightly than before. All the while the spurting droplets of his flaming cock liquid kept shooting, splashing from the end of his huge stem and into my mouth.
When it was all over, I felt more in a daze than ever. Here I had told this man only a few minutes before just how much I detested him, and now I had sucked his cock to a glorious finale, having swallowed every delightful droplet from it.
CHAPTER 10
I should have known that somebody as horny and determined as Pat would not let me get away with just that one sex act.
As soon as he finished unloading his joy juices inside of my mouth, he was all over me in a flash. He kept panting like a hungry little puppy dog as he reached out and made a grab for my blouse.
"I'm gonna undo this thing," he said. "I'm taking your blouse off. Then your bra. And damned, ohhh, then I'm going after your skirt."
He maneuvered me ever so quickly downward to the floor. His fingers kept on pursuing me ever so quickly and tightly as he first of all unbuttoned my blouse, then tossed it aside.
His fingers reached out and made a grab for my bra. With stiff precision he undid my bra straps, then reached out and made a quick move toward my warm breasts.
"What a couple of bazooms you've got," he sighed. "Ahhh, am I ever gonna love touching them. Damned, what a feeling. Ohhh, am I ever gonna grab your hot boobs. I'm gonna play with them. Ohhh, I'm gonna finger real tight. I love this kind of action."
Pat kept up his loud panting as he reached out and made a firm grab of my breasts. He kept pinching and squeezing, his probing fingers moving sharply against my firm tits.
"Ahhh, I know you don't mind the squeeze," he laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, I know you like it. Sure you like it. You love a guy grabbing hold of your hot boobs. This is where it's at. Ahhh, this is my kind of fucking."
The quicker and sharper that his probing fingers twitched and twisted against my firm breasts, the louder that he sighed and the deeper that he sank his fingers against my skin. I was thoroughly helpless under his attack, but more importantly, I guess I really didn't want to do anything about it other than to succumb to his every move.
"Ahhh, what tits you've got," he gasped. "Oooh, I like that. I love moving my fingers against your hot tits. Ahhh, I love these strokes. I really love pushing my fingers. Ohhh, planting them against your boobs."
His fingers kept on pushing, working pulsatingly against my nipples. The tighter that he squeezed with them, the louder that my gasping sounds became as I kept on receiving his quick, rapid-fire finger strokes.
When Pat finally decided that he'd had enough of my boobs, at least from the finger standpoint, he reached down and went after my skirt. He probed quickly with his fingers, working so rapidly and roughly that I thought he was going to tear it.
"Don't tear anything," I sighed fearfully.
"Don't worry," Pat laughed. "That's your problem, honey, you worry too much. Just take it easy. Come on, just hang loose. Everything's gonna be all right. We're gonna have ourselves some wild fucking sensations. We're gonna screw up a storm. That blow job was just the beginning, honey. Only a quick beginning. We've got so much more that we're gonna do."
He reached down and made a grab for my skirt even harder. After he removed it, he reached out toward my panties. When he began to hold on ever so tightly, my hips and ass cheeks began to squirm.
"I'm gonna take those panties off," he laughed. "I'm gonna really fuck you. I'm gonna go the whole route. I'm gonna screw the hell out of you."
He pulled my panties down my legs and off of me. Now there I was lying on the floor, looking so completely vulnerable as he eyed me.
Pat reached out and made a move toward my ass cheeks. His fingers glided smoothly against the firm, flowing ass flesh. The quicker that his skirting fingers plunged against my buttocks, the louder that I began to sigh. By then I was long past the point of protesting. This man was going to do anything that he wanted as far as I was concerned, and I would not be so much as raising one solitary protest.
"Ohhh, what a body," he panted. "I really love moving my fingers. Ahhh, I like driving them against your ass cheeks. Ohhh, come on, just hang in there, baby."
His fingers kept on rotating, working sharply as he planted them against my ass cheeks. After a few more timely strokes, he removed his fingers from my buttocks and let them go to work against my thighs. Up and down he pushed with his fingers, letting them squeeze against my firm, warm flesh.
"Ohhh, keep holding on," I sighed. "I don't know what it is about you, but some of this does feel good."
"Of course it does," he laughed. "I'm gonna see to it that I give you all kinds of beautiful action."
He pushed his tongue forward, suddenly letting it attack my left thigh. Pat moved his tongue quickly, letting it drive with great spirit and joy as it worked steadfastly against my thigh. He removed his tongue from my left thigh, then allowed it to go to work against my right. He repeated the same kind of quick, assertive strokes as he propelled his surging, joyous tongue against my thigh.
"Come on, keep it going," I sighed. "Ohhh, it does feel good. Your tongue is doing a job of it. Ooooh, you're driving me into orbit. I like it. Ohhh, keep planting it."
He worked his tongue against my thigh for a few more strokes, then released it. I wondered what he was going to do next. The wait was not a long one. He pushed his tongue forward and allowed it to begin planting ever so sharply as he worked it inside of my asshole.
"Come on, tease me with your strokes," I sighed. "Ohhh, what an ass sucker. Your tongue is really working. Ohhh, come on, really work it. Drive it. Ohhh, ahhh, come on, let it twist. Move it around."
Pat kept on responding to my request. His tongue worked with rapid-fire glee, driving back and forth as he whipped it ever so steadily inside of my asshole. After he had sucked my anus for a few more strokes, Pat released his tongue from it.
Without saying anything to me, he reached out with his right middle finger and immediately started to plunge it inside of my asshole.
"Ahhh, I love fingering your ass," he sighed. "What a nice, beautiful ass. Ahhh, I love that asshole. I love letting myself go. I love plunging my finger inside of it. Ooooh, this is stroking. This is really good fucking."
My hips kept on wiggling, sliding back and forth as he pushed his hot, plunging digit deep inside of my anus. My ass cheeks kept on wiggling as he rammed his finger back and forth consistently, letting it drive deep inside me.
"That's such a good feeling," he said. "Ohhh, I really love pushing it into you. Ahhh, I love pushing it into your asshole. This feels so great. Ohhh, I love it. Damned, but I love it."
Pat panted loudly as he kept on registering sharp finger impact, driving his stabbing finger deep inside of my asshole. When he finally brought his finger action to a halt, he reached out and grabbed my thighs once more.
"Okay, on your hands and knees," he said. "I'm gonna plant my prick inside of your asshole. I'm gonna really cut loose with my peter. I'm gonna really give it a slashing workout inside of your ass."
"Just don't hurt me."
"Hell, if I don't at least sting you, you won't even get your share of fun out of it."
"You've got some strange ideas," I sighed.
"They might be strange, but they're fascinating. One thing about it, I'm sure not gonna bore anybody. You know that for sure."
"Yes, I suppose I do," I laughed.
My resolute lover reached out and grabbed my buttocks. He pushed his fingers against my firm flesh ever so sharply, pinching and stabbing against my ass flesh.
"Ohhh, that does feel good," he sighed. "I love grabbing your ass cheeks. I really love stroking. Ooooh, I love stroking them."
His quick, intense finger strokes continued as he allowed them to twist sharply against my warm, flaming ass cheeks. Even though he was hurting me like hell with his driving finger stabs, I still didn't mind it. As a matter-of-fact, I was learning to endure practically every vestige of pain from this wildman, who wouldn't take no when it came to his fucking desires.
"What an ass," he gasped. "I'm gonna get me some preliminary action, then I'm gonna fuck this ass. I'm gonna drive my dick. Ohhh, damned, am I gonna fuck it."
His sturdy fingers kept on pushing against my hot flesh as I twisted my buttocks back and forth, continuing to respond to his rapid-fire, blazing movements. Every time that he squeezed my but tocks, it felt like he was putting forth more force and emphasis.
After a few more grinding strokes against my ass cheeks, Pat reached down and started to smoothly finger my thighs. Up and down his fingers raced as he let them manipulate against my thighs. When he finally brought his finger activity to a halt, he reached out and slapped at my buttocks.
"Ohhh, that feels good," he said. "Do I ever love slapping at that hot ass. That's so good. Ahhh, I love it."
He kept on stabbing, maintaining hot finger contact. After a few more quick strokes, Pat reached out and grabbed hold of my buttocks once more.
"Okay, I'm gonna fuck you good," he said. "You just hang on, baby, because that ass of yours is gonna get a workout."
"I suppose you're really gonna hurt it."
"I'm gonna make it sting like crazy. That hard prick of mine is gonna do the job. I'm gonna really plunge with it. Honey, I'm gonna stab like hell."
"I'll bet that you are."
"I think by now you recognize that I can back up anything that I say."
"Yes, I'd never bet against you' I laughed.
"No, I don't suppose you would. I've proven my point already, but I'm just getting warmed up."
Several more times he slapped solidly against my ass cheeks. When Pat removed his fingers from my buttocks, he slid them up and down my back. Every now and then he would allow his fingers to pinch with resolute tightness. The harder that he held on, the more excitement that generated through my whole body. The guy definitely had a way with me, even if he was subjecting me to pain as well as pleasure.
"What a nice tight body," he said. "You were made for ass fucking, sweetheart. All you've got to do is just sit tight."
CHAPTER 11
Pat was ready to launch into his wild ass fuck.
He reached down and made a grab for my ass cheeks. He held on more tightly than ever as he propelled his thick, sturdy cock forward. He planted it inside of my anus, wiggling his hips back and forth as he maintained thundering impact.
"Ohhh, that's so good," he sighed. "Ohhh, I really love shoving it into you. Ohhh, keep twisting your hot butt."
I did everything that I could to respond to his quick, affirmative cock strokes. Back and forth he kept up his decisive, blasting stabs, working his semen-filled organ deep inside of me. The harder that he kept up his pounding, pulsating activity, the more piercing the sensations became in my asshole. His hard, commanding cock kept on working, planting deep inside of my ass.
"Ohhh, keep up that fucking," I sighed. "I don't know what it is about it that makes me love it so much, but I really do dig it. Ohhh, keep it going. Fuck me. Fuck my asshole."
I could scarcely believe what was happening to me. Even though I could feel the intense, stabbing sensations, which produced pain throughout my body, I could still feel enjoyment. The harder that he kept on hurling his flaming cock into me, the closer that I could see he was moving toward the point of an orgasmic explosion.
"Ahhh, keep it up," I sighed. "Ohhh, plant it hard, baby. Plant it fast. Push it into me. Ohhh, push it hard. Fuck me."
His hard, boiling cock kept on driving as he worked it back and forth, letting it race wildly. The faster that he pounded inside of my anus, the closer that he pushed toward the point of a volcanic explosion. I knew that very soon the juices would just have to gush out of the end of Pat's sturdy peter and into my asshole.
My flowing hips kept on gliding, moving sharply back and forth as they kept on steadily rotating. All the while he was pushing himself that much nearer to the state of a wild orgasm. His quick, blasting stabs kept on working their way ever so deeply inside of my hot hole. All the while he was driving that much nearer.
As Pat kept up his hot, thundering thrusts, he reached out and moved his fingers firmly against my buttocks. The tighter that he squeezed, the faster that his flaming, ever-drilling cock kept on working as he planted it inside of my asshole.
"Ohhh, what an ass," he sighed. "You've got a beautiful asshole. Ooooh, I love stroking with my dick. I love shoving it into your ass. Ohhh, it's got to juice. The stuff has to spill out of me. It really has to spray."
His sharp, humping cock kept on driving as he worked it that much deeper inside of my asshole. As I continued to feel the wild waves of pain, he kept on humping me with sharp, steady precision. Suddenlly, the droplets of his thick, white fluid started to spray from the end of his blazing cock and into my asshole.
"Ohhh, ahhh, there we go," he sighed with an air of celebration. "I wanted to get off in your asshole. Yes, I made it. Ohhh, did the stuff ever shoot. Ohhh, what a good fuck."
When he removed his cock from my asshole, he went right back to some wild finger fucking. Pat reached out with his right middle finger and let it begin to grind savagely inside of my asshole in the same way that he had finger fucked me earlier.
"Ohhh, I love it," he sighed. "Ohhh, I just love feeling those finger stabs. Come on, darling. Ohhh, just finger my asshole."
"I like that," he said. "You're getting used to this. You're really getting used to ass fucking. The more you get accustomed to it, the more you're gonna love it. Isn't that right?"
"Ohhh, definitely, definitely," I kept sighing.
"Finger me. Ooooh, plant your finger nice and deep. Work it inside my asshole. This is so good."
The more quickly that his piercing finger pushed its way inside of my asshole, the quicker that my responding hips began to twist and I moved them back and forth, reacting to his every quick, tight finger movement.
"Okay, I'm gonna fuck your ass again," he told me proudly. You're gonna love it. You're gonna feel those drilling stabs. I'm gonna really pump with my long, hot prong. What's more, you're gonna feel it. You're really gonna feel those sensations."
"Ohhh, honey, keep it going," I exclaimed. "I want you to plant your dick inside me. Come on, really move it forcefully. Just let it pump. Push it inside my asshole. Ohhh, I want to feel those wild sensations. I want you to juice inside me once more."
His fingers curled tightly around my ass cheeks as Pat prepared to fuck my ass again. As he held on with great firmness, he moved his quick, charging cock forward. He planted it with devastating joy as it worked its way inside of my asshole.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna get it off," he sighed. "Ooooh, am I gonna get it off. I'll get it off even faster this time. This is so good. This is such a wild screw. Ohhh, it's beautiful."
His stiff, sturdy dagger kept on working as he drove it with swift, decisive intensity inside of my asshole. The harder that his rapid-fire prong kept on twisting and sliding inside of my asshole, the closer that he moved himself to the glorious state when all of his thick, white cream would spurt from the end of his long prick.
"Ohhh, fuck me," I sighed. "You're really hurting me with these stabs. Ohhh, it a way it's humiliating, but in another way I love it."
"Of course you do," he laughed. "You love it and I'm gonna keep on drilling you with my prick. I'm gonna keep slashing it around inside of your asshole until all the juices shoot."
His fingers slapped and sliced at my buttocks as he kept up his fierce, unswerving attack. A few quick strokes later, the juices were all set to pour from the end of his long, steely tool and into my asshole.
"Ohhh, here we go," he exclaimed. "Ooooh, you can feel it. It's all splashing out of me. All those juices are spraying. This is so beautiful."
My gliding buttocks kept on working back and forth, pushing zealously as he deposited the drops of his flaming peter fluid into my asshole, after which he then removed his sturdy peter from my anus.
"That was so good," he said. "Honey, you really gave me a wild fuck. Oh, damned, that was really screwing."
A few minutes later I woke up. Once more my active dream process had resurfaced. I had thought that it was over as of the beauty contest winner, but no, now a new character had moved to the fore, a wild an uninhibited student named Pat.
This time the dream process unnerved me. After all, just how much of that can a gal take? After you reach a certain point you just feel stumped about the whole thing. And, believe me, I was very stumped, so stumped that I hardly knew what to say.
When I got up suddenly from the bed, I decided to take a shower, after which I put on my clothes and went out.
Heaven only knows why I decided to go out at that point in time. I didn't have any concrete plan as to where I was going. It was just as if I was compelled to go out, I guess mainly based on the fact that this whole dream series left me in a confused state.
I pulled my car into the parking lot of a shopping center. After getting out of the car I just walked around for a few minutes. Suddenly I observed a bar in the corner of the complex. I decided that I would sit down and have a little something to drink. Perhaps, I thought, it would steady my nerves.
When I got inside, the only person who was there aside from me, was the bartender. The place was dark and empty, and that was good enough as far as I was concerned. After all, in my confused state I didn't really feel like doing much talking to anyone.
The bartender at first left me alone, I guess figuring from the faraway look in my eyes that I wasn't all that eager to talk. After a few minutes passed, however, he walked up to me and started conversing.
He was a tall, muscular guy with broad shoulders, and as he began to speak, I suddenly began to feel a little better about things. Even though I hadn't wanted to talk to anyone, I guess that's probably what I really did need. Some kind of human communication.
At first he started talking about the races and how he had blown a lot of money at the track several days earlier.
"I guess I'm gonna have to find some less expensive hobbies," he said.
"That would probably be wise."
"You look like you could use another drink."
"Yes, I'll have a refull."
"Only on one condition," the bartender smiled. "I want you to have this on the house."
"Oh, thank you very much."
"Thank you for coming in. It helped me to have somebody to talk to. I was getting as bored as hell just stitting around this place."
"Yes, I can see your point," I said.
We talked for a few minutes, after which he told me he was getting off at the end of the hour.
"How about coming up to my place for a drink?" he asked smilingly.
"But I don't even know your name."
"It's Mickey, not that it really makes all that much difference. I'm me, no matter what my name is."
His response tickled me, causing me to burst into laughter.
"Yes, I guess you have a point there," I said. "Well, anyway, Mickey, I guess I'll maybe accept."
"And what's your name?"
"Carla."
"A beautiful name. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
Suddenly I was beginning to behave like a girl out of one of my erotic dreams. After all, here was a man who was really a complete stranger, or at least one who had been a complete stranger until a few minutes earlier, and here he was asking me up to his place. He asked and I was quick to accept.
About an hour later we were sitting in the living room of Mickey's small but comfortable, dimly lit apartment. We sipped some bourbon and 7-Up, after which Mickey started the inevitable process rolling. He threw his arm around me, then snuggled up close to me on the sofa.
"You're some kind of beautiful woman," he said. "I'm the kind of guy who knows what women need. I'm great at responding to their wishes."
As he held his arm ever so firmly around my shoulders, he pushed his lips forward, allowing them to glide sharply against my lips. After a long serios of lip kisses, he then pushed his tongue forward, permitting it to work its way inside of my mouth.
Our tongue continued to collide with dazzling rapidity, working back and forth as they maintained sharp impact against one another. After a long series of French kisses, he removed his tongue from my mouth and jumped up from the sofa.
Mickey was a fast worker. Immediately he began to remove his clothes. I looked down at my watch, realizing that it was almost four o'clock. The one thing I couldn't afford to do was to come home late. I didn't want to arouse Mike's suspicions in any way. He already was beginning to wonder what with me having asked him to fuck my mouth.
As Mickey finished stripping, he looked down at his long, excited cock. His fingers mainpulated against the tip of his erect prick, after which he moved them up and down the full length of his mammoth spear.
"Just look at this," he said. "Come on, you jump up and undress. I want you to strip, honey. I want to see that beautiful nude body of yours fully exposed. I want to see it completely naked. That's what's gonna turn me on, sweetheart. Just seeing you ready for fucking."
Just hearing Mickey mention the word "fuck," prompted me to jump rapidly up from the sofa. My fingers began to move ever so gracefully as I removed my clothes. Once that I finsihed sliding out of my panties, I looked over at Mickey, who was in a state of panting anxiety, ready to jump in the sack with me at any second.
"Come on, the bedroom's this way," he motioned.
As I followed Mickey into the bedroom, I felt his strong, sturdy hands gliding around my waist. He held onto me tightly, then pushed his lips forward, allowing them once again to sink solidly against my lips.
When Mickey removed his lips from mine, he began to glide me downward and into the bed. As I lay stretched out on my back, Mickey reached down and started to finger my clitoris.
"Ohhh, how exciting," I sighed. "Mickey, darling, ohhh, those finger strokes are so good. Keep it up: Yes, keep your fingers pressing against my clit. Ohhh, I like those hot strokes."
He kept up his quick, fascinating finger strokes inside of my vagina for a few moments more. When he released his fingers from my hot twat, he pushed his tongue down between my legs.
"Okay, I'll get you off," he said. "I want to press my tongue inside of your slit. I'm gonna bring you off."
His tongue buried itself inside of my pubic mound. He let his tongue brush against my pussy hairs for a few moments, after which he then ever so quickly and carefully began to grind his tongue inside of my pink pussy.
"Ohhh, you're good with your tongue," I gasped. "Come on, baby. Just keep on letting it drive. Ohhh, push it inside me."
His tongue kept on proceeding quickly, driving back and forth, whipping with great precision as he shoved it deep inside of my hot hole. A few blazing, methodical tongue strokes later, the juices started to spill from my pussy and into his waiting mouth.
"Ohhh, that's so good," I let out a sigh. "Ohhh, that was great. I love that hot attention. Honey, ohhh, what a tongue job. What a beautiful tongue job you gave me."
"Yes, I was getting you ready," he exclaimed. "That cunt of yours sure is exciting. I figure I'm gonna slash my cock inside of it now."
"How about doing something more daring?" I looked at him and grinned.
"Like what, Carla, honey?"
"How would you like to fuck my asshole?"
"You've got to be kidding," he laughed.
"Are you opposed to doing things like that?"-"No, of course not," he laughed. "It's just that it's so rare for a woman to actually ask for something like this. I mean, you're like something a guy dreams about."
It made me laugh to hear him talking about dreams. After all, I was something of a dream girl. These erotic dreams that I had been having had pushed me to the heights.
"I want to fuck your asshole," he exclaimed. "I'd love to drive my cock into you. It's just that with most gals, hell, you mention something like that and they're ready to slap your face. Or at least to run away. I'm glad you like that kind of action."
I'm an erotic woman," I looked Mickey in the eyes. "So why don't you just wield that erotic cock of yours. Just let it go to work. Honey, let it pump like mad."
CHAPTER 12
Mickey reached out with his right index finger. He immediately let it commence to probe with great stiffness as he worked it between my hot buns and up into my asshole. He kept on working his finger at a resounding clip, letting it slide as it made its way all the way to my rectum.
The faster that he kept up his quick, effective strokes, the more sensations I began to feel in my asshole. Sure my ass was hurting, but what did I care at that point? I was going to experience something erotic and wild, a real-life adventure that would conform with what I had been dreaming about.
"You really do have a nice ass," he sighed. "Ohhh, I love planting my finger inside of it. That's so good. Ohhh, come on, just keep wiggling your butt, baby. Wiggle those ass cheeks real nice. Come on, keep up those sliding movements. That's the way to do it, honey. Let those ass cheeks glide."
"I love the way you're planting your finger inside me," I said. "Pretty soon you're gonna fuck me with your hot stick. You're gonna really pump with it. Ohhh, I know you're gonna do it. I know you're gonna give me a good screw. Come on, baby. Oooh, just work with your finger. Then work with your hard cock. Just get your cock off. Sweetheart, come on, fuck with your hot stick."
"Don't think I won't," he laughed. "Okay, here we go.
He released his finger from my asshole, by which time he was then set to launch into his quick, excited cock activity.
"Okay, here I go," he sighed. "I'm gonna fuck you. Honey, I'm gonna really blast. I'm gonna blast away with my big dick. I'm gonna really let it go. I'm gonna let it pump. I'm gonna let it push. I'm gonna let it charge inside of you."
A panting Pat reached out and made a grab for my thighs. He held on ever so tightly to the firm flesh, then threw my legs over his shoulders. As he kept on clutching, he pushed his stiff, steaming pole forward, allowing it to work its way inside of my asshole.
"Ohhh, here I go," he said. "What nice tight sensations. Ooooh, ahhh, this is a fuck. Damned, this is a beautiful fuck. I'm gonna keep screwing. Ohhh, I'm gonna keep planting my cock. I'm gonna keep planting it hard. I'm gonna keep planting it fast. Ohhh, I love it. Yes, ohhh, I really love it."
His wild, commanding cock kept on driving, working back and forth as he pumped it with both severity and joy. The more rapidly that his earnest cock kept on pounding deep inside of my asshole, the closer that Mickey pushed himself to the point of an explosion.
"Ohhh, you sure can fuck," I sighed.
"You sure have a wild ass," he told me. "I like the way it keeps moving. I like the way you keep moving your butt around. That supplies me with so much sensation."
As for sensation, my asshole was paining me a good deal, but I wasn't about to complain. Not when this red-hot man was continuing his quick, determined cock stabs to such an extent. Ever so wildly he kept on pounding with his resolute cock, driving it with burning desire as it worked ever deeper inside of my asshole. All the while he kept pushing his way that much closer to orgasm.
"Okay, I'm so close now," he said. "Ooooh, here it goes. Ooooh, it's all gonna shoot. It's all gonna spurt. Ooooh, ahhh, what a fuck. Damned, ohhh, what a screw."
He slapped with both hands at my ass cheeks, continuing to gasp loudly as I watched the thick, white drops of his blazing peter fluid splash from the end of his commanding prick, spraying from it and into my asshole.
"Keep opening fire," I said. "Ohhh, honey, come on, ooooh, keep that hard cock slashing. Ohhh, push it inside me."
When he finished with the ass fucking, Mickey released his cock from my anus.
"That was some kind of action," he said. "And I'm ready for plenty more."
Mickey proceeded to steadfastly prove his point by reaching out with both hands and asserting his fingers with grinding impact against his long, excited dick. The faster that he moved his fingers around his cock, the more resolute the expression became on his face and I knew that he would have to get off again very soon.
"You're gonna fuck me again right away," I laughed. "I know you are."
"Yes, I'm gonna fuck your cunt this time. I want to feel the tightness of your pussy. I'll bet you've got a beautiful, tight pussy. One that's perfect for fucking.
"There's only one way for you to find out," I said, "and that's for you to start experimenting with your big, juicy dick."
"Yes, there is a lot of juice left in it," Mickey laughed. "Why don't you reach out and play with it? It would really do me some good to have you finger and fondle my cock for a little while."
"I'm glad to play with your piercing cock meat," I laughed. "Okay, you just get ready, baby. I'm gonna really play with it."
My fingers glided ever so quickly up and down his steamy, steadfast pole. A few grueling strokes later, he called for me to release my fingers from his cock.
"Okay, you can let go now," he said. "I'm gonna start fucking your cunt. I'm ready, baby. My grinding dick is gonna work its way inside of you. I'm gonna really pump with it. I'm gonna push with everything that I've got."
His hard, inflamed steam glided back and forth as he began to work it with swift, steady vigor inside of my mound. I kept pushing my body forward to meet his grinding, eager strokes. The harder that he pumped and pushed with his solid, impactful stick, the nearer that he pushed toward that point when all of the fiery fluid would be expelled from the end of his sturdy cock.
"Keep fucking, keep fucking," I sighed. "Ohhh, ahhh, now I have to shoot. Yes, ohhh, oooooh, it's all spraying. Oooh, it's shooting from me. Baby, keep fucking me. Come on, Mickey. Keep up that grinding action. Come on, ohhh, fuck my mound. Yes, dazzle me with your hard dick. Ohhh, come on, explode your prick inside of me."
His quick, hammering cock began to move even more quickly than before. His torrid, all-conquering dick kept on grinding, pushing ever deeper inside of my hot hole.
"Now I'm the one who's ready to juice," he told me. "Ohhh, the stuff just has to spray. It has to shoot out of the end of my pecker. Ohhh, ooooh, I just love it. I love driving my hot dick into you. Ohhh, ahhh, here I go. Baby, I'm ready now. Ohhh, it's gonna splash. Yes, it's all gonna splash."
His stiff, sturdy cock kept on pushing its way with great depth and passion inside of my gliding cunt. The juices finally began to explode, spilling from the end of his mammoth dick and into my mound.
When it was over, I decided that it was time for me to leave.
"I guess I'd better be getting home now," I told Mickey.
"What's your hurry, honey? It's still early."
"My live-in boyfriend might start wondering."
"If he's not your husband, what are you worried about?" Mickey smiled.
"It's almost as if we were married. If s just that there's no paper."
"Okay, I won't argue. You've sure given me a good workout. But I think I could use another ass fuck."
"As long as it's a quickie, I suppose maybe you could get it off again that way."
"That's good. I'm glad you're willing to accommodate me."
"After all, I get plenty of thrills out of this stuff myself."
He watched as I got down on my hands and knees. As my wiggling hips glided, he looked at my trim buttocks, with great hunger.
"Okay, I'm gonna fuck you again," he said. "I'm gonna really plant my dick inside of you. Ohhh, am I gonna pump, am I gonna fuck you."
His sturdy fingers kept on moving back and forth as he steered them against my ass cheeks. The tighter that he squeezed, the more excitement that he felt over the prospect of getting off once more.
"Fuck my ass," I sighed. "Come on, tear me up with your cock stabs, baby. Really fuck me. Ohhh, come on, just grind your cock inside of me."
As Mickey kept on clinging ever so tightly to my buttocks, he shoved his cock forward, working it with great proficiency and speed inside of my asshole.
"Come on, keep twisting that butt of yours," he sighed. "Come on, move your hot butt. That's gonna be so good. Ohhh, I love it. What dazzling, wonderful sensations. Ohhh, what fucking."
As I kept wiggling my humping ass cheeks, Mickey continued to work with his long dick. He pumped and pushed with his stiff, resolute cock, driving himself ever closer to that point when all of the juices would just have to explode from out of the end of his hot, ever-so-uninhibited spear.
"What an ass," he gasped. "Ohh, what an ass. I'm gonna slap at your butt. Slap that hot butt. That beautiful butt that I love."
His ramming prick kept on slashing ever so deeply inside of my asshole. A few quick, erotic strokes later, the juices started to thunder forth, splashing from the end of his stout cock and into my asshole.
"Ohhh, that's so great," I sighed. "Honey, your cock charges so fast. Ooooh, you really know how to fuck with it."
When Mickey removed his cock from my asshole, he lay stretched out on the bed for a few moments, after which he closed his eyes.
"Wow, that's my idea of a good fuck," he said. "You were all action, honey. I'm hoping I'll see you again."
"Maybe you will," I told him as I got up from the bed and began to put my clothes back on.
"You've got real style," he said. "You really floored me when you proved yourself so ready to ass fuck. I could scarcely believe it. I mean, to think that you'd put that butt of yours on the ling like that."
"I happen to like sex," I grinned.
CHAPTER 13
The following Saturday I went to the beach with Mike.
It seemed to do him a world of good to just lie there in the sand and sop up the warm afternoon sunshine. Several times I observed his cock hardening in his trunks, and I knew more than likely what would await me when we got back to the apartment.
Not only did his cock harden several times, Mike also gave me some long, steady glances as I lay stretched out in my yellow bikini. I drew quite a few stares from the men on the beach, which made me feel good. It convinced me that I had plenty to offer.
After we had spent most of the afternoon just lying in the sand, we climbed to our feet and walked back to the car. A few minutes later we were in the apartment.
"Let's take a shower together, then have ourselves some real fun," Mike said. "You know, it isn't necessary to fuck all the time at night. People are making a mistake if they overlook the beauty of an afternoon fuck."
"I agree with you," I said. "I'll be glad to take a shower with you, Mike, honey. We can let ourselves go, relax, really enjoy it."
"That's right. People can have hang-ups. They've got to just let themselves go. That's what one of the guys in the law firm keeps saying. I've been listening to him quite a bit lately. The guy has some good points. You know, I thought it was so weird the other day when you asked me to throat fuck you, but the more I thought about it, the better I liked the idea. I like it when you're bold enough to suggest something. Don't ever feel afraid to make suggestions."
"I won't," I smiled.
"Good. Just see that you keep feeling that way. Okay, let's just jump into that shower and enjoy ourselves."
Mike pulled his trunks down his legs, then sprang out of them. In a matter of moments he was in the bathroom manipulating the water, moving it to just the right temperature. It was neither hot nor cold, somewhere in between, just the right temperature for our bodies to enjoy it.
We climbed underneath the shower spray, allowing the water to splash against our bodies. I watched as Mike reached out and grabbed a bar of soap. After he soaped down his armpits and his thighs, he reached out and began to let the soap move with great zeal against his hard cock. The quicker that he allowed it to come into contact with his stiff prong, the wider the smile that extended itself across his entire face. It was obvious just how much my live-in mate wanted some sex.
"Now that I've soaped myself down, I guess I'll do the same thing with you," Mike grinned, holding the soap in his right hand as he stared at me.
"Okay, baby," I replied, "you can do that. Go ahead. Just slide that soap. Just give me all kinds of wild sensations. I really want to feel them."
He reached out with the soap, allowing it to slide back and forth as he manipulated it ever so sturdily against my smooth, warm breasts. The quicker that the soap moved against my tits, the wilder the adventurous sensations became that surfaced in my body.
"That does feel good," I sighed. "Ohhh, I like that. I really like the way you're moving that soap around. Come on, honey. Keep on doing that. Excite me with those movements."
My handsome lover kept on confronting the soap bar against my breasts. After a few more strokes, he reached out and began to glide it against my left armpit. He worked it back and forth, then did the same thing to my right, repeating the same quick, dazzling movements. When he finished with the soap activity, he placed the soap back atop the container from which he had picked it up.
"Okay, now that we've both got soap on our bodies, let's just let the water splash against us. Let's really enjoy this. I like these showers. I like looking at your beautiful body when I'm here with you. As a matter-of-fact, it wouldn't hurt one solitary bit if you soaped down my cock. What do you think about that?"
"I don't think that's a bad idea at all," I smiled. "I'd be happy to reach out and play with your big dick."
"God, then let's get into it. Reach out and play with my pecker. Come on,, just glide those quick, twisting fingers. Move them up and down my hard pole."
I reached out with both hands and began to ever so gloriously move my fingers up and down his hot, steady organ. Back and forth I pumped with resolute desire, and the quicker that my twisting movements became, the louder that his encouragement also became.
"Come on, just keep stroking my cock," he told me. "I really love that. Ohhh, I love the way you move your fingers up and down my peter. Come on, keep fingering me. Yes, keep pumping those fingers against my sturdy cock."
After a few more strokes against Mike's lengthy prong, I reached down and began to grab at his balls. I squeezed his testicles tightly, and the longer that I held on, the louder that he gasped as he responded to my strokes.
"Ohhh, hold on real nice," he said. "That's so good. I feel these wild sensations. I just love it. Ohhh, I love it."
When I finally removed my fingers from his balls, I was ready to step out of the shower and proceed into the bedroom.
"Let's fuck," I laughed, exiting the shower, then picking up a towel and proceeding to dry off my wet and thoroughly exhilarated body.
"That's sure fine with me," he told me. "I'm ready to fuck you, honey. You know, I'm ready to let myself go. I really want to screw you."
By the time that we reached the bedroom, I was all over my handsome lover. I buried my head in his crotch, allowing my tongue to lap and slide ever so zealously as I moved it against his scorching, swollen nuts.
"That does really feel good," Mike panted. "I like this uninhibited action. Come on, keep grinding with your tongue."
I worked my tongue against his testicles for a little while longer, then began to squeeze them. The harder that I squeezed, the more rapidly that his body began to bounce as it twisted back and forth under the steady, determined impact of my tongue and fingers.
Eagerly I reached down and made a grab for his cock. My fingers tickled the crown of his steady, erect member. I then began to manipulate my fingers up and down the full length of his hot, excited stem.
"Ohhh, that's the way to do it," he gasped. "I really like those strokes. Come on, finger my hot peter. Ooooh, run your finger up and down my pecker. Ooooh, slide, darling. Slide them."
My fingers worked feverishly against the full length of his cock for a few more moments. After that I tongued his balls a few times, following which I ground my tongue up and down his thighs. By then there was no putting him off. Mike wanted to be thoroughly sucked off by me.
"I want to fuck you in the mouth," Mike said. "Ohhh, you know something. I want to throat fuck you. You asked for it last time. Okay, I'm making the request this time around."
"You surprise me, baby," I smiled. "Very good. Come on and take charge. Just push with your peter. Shove it into my mouth."
Mike's eyes rolled with ever-developing enchantment. He pushed his quick, stiff prick forward, allowing it to work its way inside of my mouth. Ever so decisively he dominated me with his quick, racing strokes. The harder that he pumped with his zealous cock, the closer that he moved himself to the state of a torrid, fascinating climax.
"Ohhh, I live it, I live it," Mike exclaimed. "I really do love that fucking. Ooooh, ohhh, I love driving my cock all the way to your throat. Ooooh, what terrific stroking. Ohhh, is this ever a fuck. Is this ever a glorious, beautiful screw."
Mike kept up his whirling-dervish pace. The harder that he slammed with his determined cock, the deeper that he pushed it into my mouth, allowing it to shove against the base of my throat. His stiff, hammering peter kept up its steady pursuit of my mouth.
"Ohh, I love stroking you," he exclaimed. "I'm really dominating the scene, honey. Do I ever love poking my cock inside of you. Ohhh, do I ever feel these great waves of itchiness. I really feel it."
Did I ever like the way that Mike was developing! It was now beginning to appear as if the dream world of which I had been such an inherent part was now being at least equalled by reality. Mike's stiff, stinging cock kept on driving, working against the base of my throat until I was in a state of wild, but helpless ecstasy.
Mike's stiff, stinging cock kept on slashing inside of me. He reached down with both hands and fingered my breasts. The tighter that his clutching fingers held onto my tits, the closer that he worked his way toward the state of a wild, semen-filled orgasm.
"Ohhh, just get set," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna really be spilling my juices. Ohhh, the stuff is gonna shoot out of me. Ohhh, my darling, ohhh, what fucking. What beautiful fucking. Ooooh, ohhh, I love it. Ooooh, I love it."
His sharp, joyous cock blasted a few times more. As he held on tightly to my nipples, squeezing them tightly, the first few flaming droplets of his thick, orgasmic fluid started to shoot out of the end of his dick.
"Ooooh, I love it," he exclaimed. "Ooooh, ohhh, it's shooting out of me. Ooooh, it's spilling out of the end of my thick shaft. Ohhh, I just love it. Ohhh, the juices are shooting. Ooooh, ohhh, it's beautiful. Yes, ohhh, what fucking. Ohhh, I love it. Ahhh, ohhh, baby."
When Mike removed his tool from my mouth, I immediately went back to work. My fingers ever so industriously grabbed hold of the end of his piercing pole. I tugged quickly with my fingers, then allowed them to begin asserting up and down the full length of his hard, ever-torrid member.
"That's the way to pump," he said. "Oooh, I like it.
Damned, you can really pump the life into my prick."
"I'd like to do something else with you, too," I said. "Name it, baby."
"I'd like to feel what it would be like if you slammed your cock inside of my asshole," I told him.
Mike was stunned at first. I had surprised him when I had suggested that he throat fuck me, and now my request for sodomy had floored him.
"You really are something else," Mike said. "You want me to fuck your asshole, huh? You really want to go that sodomy route?"
"I sure do."
"What's getting into you, honey?"
"I've been hearing about other people doing these things. I'd like for you to slam that thick, sturdy torpedo of yours inside of my asshole. I'd really love for you to fuck me that way. Come on, just move that burning cock of yours around inside of me. That's what I want."
With that I released my fingers from his long, torrid cock.
"Okay, I'll finger fuck you," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna really tear you up with my finger. I'm gonna press it inside of your asshole."
"Yes, go ahead and drive it," I exclaimed. "Come on, just do it. I want to feel it."
His thick, sturdy finger kept on grinding ever so deeply as he pushed it with resolute precision inside of my asshole. All the while I heaved deep sighs, my body quivered with great excitement. The faster that it twisted, the more rapidly that he worked his dazzling finger as he shoved it deep inside of my asshole.
"Ohhh, what a tight fit," he said. "It's gonna be even tighter when I slam my cock into you."
"Come on and start driving it right now," I sighed. "I'll get down on my hands and knees, baby. I really want you to work with your big, thick staff. Come on, just slam with it. Ohhh, drive it inside me. Pump hard. Pump fast. Fuck me. Come on, honey, I really want your fuck."
"Okay, you'll get a great fuck," he chuckled. "You're really turning into a smoldering woman. I love it."
While his fingers gripped my ass cheeks carefully, Mike pushed his cock forward.
"Okay, these first few stabs will hurt you," he said, "but let's stick with it."
"Of course we will," I exclaimed. "I'm not a quitter. I want to receive those quick, jolting thrusts of yours. Just start working your cock. Ohhh, I want you to drive it inside of me. Come on, honey. Ohhh, really pump it. Baby, slash with your cock."
As my ass cheeks wiggled, my lover started to pump with his stiff, sturdy prong, working it as rapidly as he knew how as it kept on slamming deep inside of my hot ass.
"Ohhh, my wiggling butt is spinning out of control," I told him.
"Keep it wiggling," he gasped. "Ohhh, keep it wiggling. I just love it. Ohhh, what fucking."
He kept on working his sizable joy stick inside of my asshole. The harder that Mike pumped and ground with his stinging dick, the closer that he moved his way to the state of climax.
"Ohhh, I wish I could keep it up longer, but I can't," he sighed.
"I guess not," I gasped. "Come on, baby. Keep flinging it. Ohhh, I'm really stinging. You're really stinging my asshole. You're hurting me with every hot stab. Darling, I love it. I love every energetic stroke. Come on, keep up those commanding cock stabs. Ohhh, pump with your peter. Ohhh, keep driving. Ohhh, come on, do it."
His thick, sturdy, ever-racing cock kept on slashing that much more intensely as Mike pushed it into my tight anal passage. The harder that he rammed me, the closer that he moved toward the inevitable moment. Finally the piercing white juices started to splash prolificacy from the end of his hard, agitated member and into my asshole.
"Ahhh, I wanted off, and here I am," he said. "Honey, what a fuck you are. Ohhh, are you good."
"Didn't I tell you we ought to try something new?" I smiled.
"I should say so. And I sure gave you a sore ass."
"It's something I can live with," I told Mike. "I guess there is something to be said about this afternoon fucking," Mike laughed. "Yes, there certainly is."
CHAPTER 14
Mike took me out to dinner that night.
After I had a good night's sleep, Mike woke me up the next morning.
He reached down and slid my panties down my legs, then off of me. As soon as he finished stripping me, he reached down and started to glide his fingers inside of my cunt.
"Ohhh, the itchiness is getting to me," I said. "I love the way your fingers are moving. Honey, they're gliding so nicely. Ohhh, you're really pushing them inside my snatch. I just love these beautiful sensations; I like the way you're twisting your fingers inside of me. Keep it up, darling. Ohhh, keep up these blazing strokes. Keep on sliding your hot fingers. Let them press inside my snatch."
"How do you like me waking you up this way?" he asked laughingly.
"It's just great. Keep it up. Ohhh, keep stroking. Honey, just bring me off."
"That's what I'm thinking of doing."
"Oh, yes, keep up those racing finger strokes. Darling, just glide your fingers inside my gooey snatch. Ohhh, press them inside my slit. Come on, baby. Ohhh, let those fingers of yours race. Just let them move. Ooooh, glide them."
His fingers kept on steadily moving, providing all kinds of wild sparks that ignited throughout my whole body. Ever so forcefully and briskly he kept on grinding with his hot fingers, working them with great joy and energy as he pushed me that much nearer to the stae of a glorious orgasm.
"Keep it going," I sighed. "Ohhh, keep up those finger strokes, honey. Finger me off."
His gliding, methodical fingers kept pressing inside of my gooey slit until the juices shot from my mound. His twisting body kept on moving back and forth as the juices kept spraying, splashing from my vagina and into his hand.
When he removed his fingers from my slit, Mike was ready for more action.
"Let's do it sixty-nine style," he said. "It's been a little while since we've done it that way."
"That'll be wild," I smiled.
Mike manipulated his body on top of mine. Ever so assertively, he shoved his head down between my legs as he let his ass come to rest just in front of my face.
I looked at his dangling balls and his hard, extraeager cock.
"Reach out and touch my pecker," he said. "Just play with it. Come on, play with it like I played with your pussy."
I reached out with both hands and started to glide my fingers against his cock. I toyed with the nub end of his peter, after which I then began to move my fingers with joy and precision as I manipulated them against his hot, excited prick.
"That feels nice," he sighed. "That's it, honey. Okay, now we want to start the tonguing. We want to get those tongues of ours in high gear."
He watched as I pushed my tongue forward, allowing it to stroke against his balls. At first I moved my tongue very slowly and cautiously, seeking to let the excitement expand within his whole body.
As my tongue kept on working slowly against his balls, Mike in turn pushed his tongue forward and allowed it to work its way inside of my sweltering, moist vagina.
"Okay, now I'm gonna suck you," Mike said. "Maybe you'd better start grinding your tongue up and down my cock, honey. We want to exchange some hot strokes. We're really gonna get each other off. Ohhh, am I gonna love it."
Together we began to excite each other with quick, stabbing tongue sensations. As I worked my tongue energetically against my lover's prick, he in turn slid his tongue with exhuberant glee, letting it work its way inside of my moist, thrilled pit.
The faster that he let his churning tongue work its way inside of my pussy, the sharper that my ass cheeks instinctively wiggled as they moved back and forth, responding to his every burning tongue stab.
The faster that our tongues continued to move, the closer that we propelled each other to the state of joyous and ecstatic orgasms.
I shot first, the juices spraying from my organ and into his mouth.
After I finished juicing, he released his tongue from my pussy. By then he was hungrily anticipating that moment when every drop of his hot, joyous fluid would shoot out of the end of his stiff, sizable stem.
"Come on, just get me off," Mike exclaimed. "Ooooh, come on, suck. Ohhh, come on, I love the way your head's bobbing up and down, baby. Keep up that action. Ooooh, keep on driving your tongue."
My sturdy tongue kept on slashing up and down the full length of his bulging, ecstatic prick. A few swirling strokes later, the juices were ready to spray from the end of his long, excited peter.
"Come on, ohhh, ahhh, all of it, come on, swallow all of it," Mike sighed. "Baby, come on, keep moving that hot tongue of yours. Really let it drill. Ooooh, come on, just stroke me. Ohhh, keep stroking me. Ooooh, ohhh, ahhh, it's so beautiful."
My rollicking tongue kept on grinding, working up and down with joy and desire as I swallowed the droplets of his thick, intense fluid.
When the sixty-nine came to an end, he looked down at his still-sturdy prick.
"I'm really getting wild around you now," he ex claimed. "Okay, so I'm gonna fuck you again. I'm gonna drive it this time up your cunt. How's that gonna make you feel?"
"Extra horny," I smiled.
"That's good," Mike told me. "I'm gonna keep you in a horny mood. I'm gonna stick my prick up between your buns and into your cunt. I'm gonna keep flailing away until all of those juices shoot out of the end of my piercing dick. You're gonna really like this. Honey, you're gonna be wild about it."
"Oh, yes, this is so good," I exclaimed. "Baby, come on, pour your hot cock into me. Just plunge it real nice. Ooooh, come on, pour all your liquids into my cunt."
His fingers reached out and made a quick grab for my thighs. Up and down he pumped resolutely, after which he then began to stroke my ass cheeks.
"I'm getting hornier now than I was before we sixty-nined," he grinned. "That's good. It means that I'm sustaining myself real well. You're helping out."
"I'm doing the best I can."
"Okay, then I'm gonna really fuck you. I'm gonna really push my prick inside of you."
I twisted my ass cheeks back and forth, doing everything that I could to turn my man on as I anticipated receiving those quick, glorious strokes from my lover's hot, enthralled stem.
His fingers kept rolling up and down my curvaceous thighs as he planted his cock forward, allowing it to sink inside of my mound. As my hips kept on wiggling, my lover kept sinking his piercing pecker every deeper inside of me, grinding hard and fast as he propelled himself ever so eagerly to the point of a wild and all-consuming orgasm.
"Ohhh, what fucking," I sighed. "Baby, keep firing your cock. Ooooh, fire it inside of me. Come on, fuck me. Ohhh, you've got to get off. You're gonna get off. I know you are."
The quicker that my lover's swift, commanding peter kept on grinding inside of my burning slit, the closer that he moved toward the point when all of the fiery, fluid juices would shoot out of the end of his rigid prong.
With great delight he kept whipping his cock inside of me, working it with steadfast grace and desire as he pushed that much closer to that great moment when his fiery fluids would be released from the end of his thick, sturdy staff.
"Ohhh, I'm getting close now," he said. "All you've got to do is keep that body of yours moving. I like a cunt that's in motion."
"Oooh, I'm feeling it, too," I told him. "Just keep it up. Honey, keep driving it. Ohhh, move that cock of yours. I like that. You're graceful, but fast. Ooooh, are you fucking me. Ohhh, are you sticking it into me. Ooooh, you're sticking it so beautifully."
His fingers kept making their way over my breasts. He kept sinking them resolutely against my creamy tits as he poked his cock hard and deep, working it steadfastly as he moved that much nearer to the state of climax.
A few sturdy, rocking sensations later, the droplets of his thick, piercing, white juice started to spray from the end of his long, graceful pole.
"Ohhh, I've gotten it off," he sighed. "It's off again. Ooooh, come on, keep those ass cheeks curling. Yes, keep working them. Ohhh, do I like it.
What a fuck. What a great, beautiful screw. Ooooh, is this ever terrific. Ohhh, it's great being inside your cunt."
About that same point in time, I could no longer suppress the desire to orgasm. I felt these wild, uninhibited waves of unabated joy in my pussy. As my hips kept on gliding, my tight cunt continuing to receive his quick, piercing thrusts, the juices poured from my slit.
"Ohhh, there it goes," I exclaimed. "Ooooh, it's a two-way juice, honey. Look at all the juices that are splashing from us. Splashing out of your cock, splashing out of my cunt. Ooooh, what a screw. What a gorgeous, beautiful fuck."
My hips kept twisting and twirling as I observed my lover continuing to sink his hard, erotic shaft ever so deeply inside of my cunt. When he finally removed his now-satisfied cock from my pussy, he patted me on the ass cheeks.
"That was nice," Mike exclaimed. "I really did love it. Honey, it seems like we're getting a lot better acquainted. You know, I thought I knew you as well as anybody could, but I can see we're learning all the time."
"That we are," I said. "You're sure getting a lot wilder."
"You're the one who brought me to that point," he laughed. "I've got to give you most of the credit."
"I'll take some of it, but not most of it," I told him. "I've got to hand it to you for giving me some terrific fucks."
"Okay, so we'll give each other credit," Mike said. "The main thing is that we're enjoying sex like we've never enjoyed it before."
CHAPTER 15
I wound up having a wild bang with Mike on Sunday night.
That evening he couldn't get enough in the way of cock sucking. After he had forced his dick down my throat and had popped his juices while his twisting fingers had worked ever so eagerly against my nipples, he then called out to me, commanding me to go down on his pecker.
"Okay, the last time I forced it down your throat," he said. 'This time you can suck me off. Come on, baby. I'd like to have you push your tongue up and down my long dick. Let's really have ourselves a time of it."
All I had to do was stare at his long, solid muscle. The next thing I knew I was working my fingers up and down his hard joint, pumping like there was no tomorrow, ever so eager to do my part to bring my lover off once more.
"You're getting so exciting," he said. "Not that you were boring before, honey. It's just that you're so great. Your tongue works so beautifully. Come on, just glide it up and down my dick. Just keep on pumping until all those hot, white juices pop free. Yes, I want you to really go to work. To really suck my dick."
As my tongue kept scraping up and down the full length of his steely blade, he would reach down and run his fingers through my hair. Every now and then he would tug ever so tightly, eager to watch the juices splash from the end of his stiff prong and into my mouth.
"You're gonna swallow every drop of the stuff," he said. "Come on, just go get the juices. Ohhh, swallow every drop. Ohhh, ahhh, baby, here we go."
As his twisting hips moved back and forth, the joyous juices plashed from the end of his hard, steaming rod, spraying inside of my mouth.
"Okay, here it is," he exclaimed. "It's a really unloading. Honey, what a fuck."
After that my baby slept like a top. So did I. Of course, it was easy to see why, considering all the wild excitement that we had supplied for each other.
When our beautiful fucking came to an end, at least in terms of that weekend, I felt very disheartened the next day. It was as if I had to have Mike around all the time or else I would become immersed in great sadness.
That afternoon, while Mike was away, I once again lapsed into dream-land. As was the custom, my trusty Scotch had helped very much as I downed half a bottle of it.
When I fell into dream-world, I once again began to fantasize.
On this particular occasion I was sitting on a bench at a bus stop waiting for the next bus. All of a sudden a wild-looking guy with long hair and a mustache pulled to a stop in his motorcycle. He was a huge, muscular character who was wearing a thick, black, leather jacket.
"Hello, beautiful," he looked at me. "How about me giving you a ride?"
"No thank you. I've never lived that dangerously."
"What makes you think it would be dnagerous?"
"Let's put it this way. I've never ridden on a motorcycle and I don't really care to. Thank you, but no thanks."
"Come on now," he persisted. "Damn it, what the hell's wrong? You think you're better than I am or something?"
"Look, I don't know you, and judging by the way you're acting, I don't want to. Let's just forget about all of this, huh? I'd like to forget about it."
"I don't like your rotten attitude," he said, snarling as he twisted his lips.
When I looked into that man's face, I recognized just how determined he was to pick me up. He was fuming as he sat there on his motorcycle just staring at me.
"If you don't want a scene, you'll jump on the back of my bike," he said. "I can be a mean mother fucker when I want to be."
"I believe you. As a matter-of-fact, I'll call the police if you don't wise up and just fly away."
"Before the police could get here, I'd raise a lot of hell. On top of that I'd just capture you, do exactly what I want to do."
"You've got to be crazy. You're not gonna try anything like that."
"Try me on for size."
At this point the wild brute proceeded to raise his body upward from the motorcycle. I knew that he wasn't kidding.
"Okay, okay, don't come after me," I said.
"Then are you coming with me?"
"All right. If you'll just give me a quiet ride and not cause me any problems, I'll go with you."
"That's more like it," the wildman said.
I couldn't get over what was happening to me. The guy had psyched me into getting on his bike and soon he was motoring down the street.
"I can really make good speed on this thing," he laughed.
"I believe you. Please don't try and prove your point."
"Like hell I won't. I'm gonna make good speed on it. Yes, I'm gonna put you through all kinds of hell. I didn't like the way you gave me all kinds of static when all I wanted to do was give you a nice ride."
For the next few minutes, my heart beat like a triphammer as he whizzed on two wheels down small, narrow streets. About the time that I thought I was gonna faint, he brought his bike quickly to a halt.
I had my eyes closed, fearing the consequences of the wold ride he was taking me on. Now that his bike came to a stop, I ever so slowly opened my eyes.
There we were in a narrow, deserted alley as dusk approached. All I could see anywhere in the nearby vicinity were a few old battered empty garbage cans. There wasn't even a skinny cat around.
"What the hell are we doing here?" I asked him startledly.
"I wanted to take you somewhere where there was privacy," he threw his head back and laughed. "I don't get you."
"I want to have a little fun," he said. "You want to have a little fun, too. How about fucking?"
"How about going to hell," I snapped angrily. What the hell do you think I am, the town whore?"
"You'd probably be having one hell of a lot more fun if you were," he replied angrily. "What are you frigid or something? Or do you dig women?"
"It might just be possible that just because I don't want to screw with you I'm not a lesbian or frigid. I'll say one thing about you. You've got quite an ego. If a woman isn't turned on by you, then I guess there's no hope."
"Yes, there's plenty of hope," he gave me a drity laugh. 'There's hope because I'm gonna see to it that you learn the ropes from me. All you need is just a little gentle persuasion. It's not gonna take all that much."
"You sure are a cocky son-of-a-bitch."
"You know, like I said before, I don't appreciate your attitude."
About that point my motorcycle friend undoubtedly decided that there was no use in talking to me anymore. It was his burning desire to get exactly what he wanted, and so he reached out and slid his fingers inside of my blouse. He kept working them underneath my bra, after which he then ground his fingers ever so steadily and rapidly as he manipulated them against my breasts. He let his hard, determined fingers crush against my tits, showing me not one iota of mercy.
"My gosh, you're sure pulling hard," I said. "Can't you ease off? Ohhh, you're really hurting me."
"That's good," he laughed sarcastically. "That's what you deserve. You need somebody to completely show you who's boss. I'm the kind of guy who's able to do that. Oh, yes, I love squeezing these hot tits. Damned, you have a pretty good set of boobs. I could tell that you did. If you hadn't, I probably wouldn't have been that eager to pick you up."
His fingers kept moving with knife-like precision as he let them twist against my warm breasts. When he eventually removed his fingers from my tits, he reached out and grabbed me by the head. The damned crazy bastard put me in a head lock, clasping ever so tightly with both hands.
"What are you trying to do, wrestle with me?" I gasped. "I don't get you at all. Oooooh, what a struggle."
"I'm subduing you," he laughed. "That's the first step toward showing some cunt who's boss."
Eventually the motorcyclist wrestled me down to my knees. As my head spun dizzily, he reached down and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his hard, erect penis.
"Okay, get busy on this thing," he said. "I want you to go to work on it. Start sucking the tip of it. Move your tongue nice and slow."
Suddenly I was becoming infatuated with this wild beast. Even though I hated practically everything he stood for, there was something about his devil-may-care manner that drew me to him in a strange, unexplainable way.
"Come on and start sucking, if you know what's good for you," he said. "Come on and push with your tongue. Probe with it real nice. Just work it back and forth. Glide it against the tip of my dick. Come on, really glide it. I want that kind of action. Ahhh, I really want to feel it."
I moved my tongue around over the tip of his stiff dick for a few more strokes. After that he began to instruct me to do more.
"Start sliding up and down the full length of my dick," he sighed. "Come on, really roll with that tongue of yours. Move it against my peter. Ahhh, I want to feel it. I want to feel that hot tongue of yours. Really let it roll. Let it roll up and down my hot dick. I want you to suck all the fluid out of it."
I soon began to extend my movements, whipping my tongue up and down the full length of his hot, excited organ. The quicker that my tongue began to stroke against his long, sturdy cock, the closer that I pushed him to the state of a wild and erotic orgasm.
"Ohhh, that's the way I like it," he began to sigh. "Ohhh, come on, just bring me off. Suck me. Ohhh, work your tongue. Come on, glide it nice. Ohhh, glide it up and down. Move it up and down my dick."
As his broiling hips kept on moving, he jerked his body back and forth as he continued to sit on top of his motorcycle. All the while his breathing became intensely heavy as I kept on sucking, working my tongue up and down his stiff, sturdy staff as the juices were preparing to spill from the end of his hot, ever-searing peter.
"Come on, ahhh, get every drop of it out of me," he exclaimed. "I want you to really swallow it. Go to work. Ohhh, suck it. Yeah, suck the hot stuff. Oooooh, you're going after it. Sure thing. You're gonna suck every drop. Ohhh, every delicious drop."
His wiggling body pushed toward me. He pushed his dick that much deeper inside of my mouth, reaching down and grabbing hold of my neck at the same time. As he held on tightly to my neck, he heaved several deep gasps as the drops of his thick, fiery sperm were preparing to shoot voluminously from the end of his stiff, excited rod.
"Okay, get ready," he sighed. "Ahhh, if you know what's good for you, you'll swallow every drop of the stuff. I expect you to. Ooooh, come on, ooooh, that feels good."
His legs kicked back and forth nervously as the juices started to spurt with thundering impact from the end of his stiff organ, splashing wildly into my waiting mouth.
"That's it, ahhh, you're not a bad cock sucker after all," he said. "Maybe it takes a hell of a lot of encouragement to get you there, but once you're there that's great. Ahhh, you're after the stuff. I like that. You're after every hot drop. Ahhh, come on, keep swallowing. Yes, swallow every drop."
He reached out and ran his fingers through my hair a few times, after which I finished swallowing the last few droplets of his peter juice.
CHAPTER 16
My ardent pursuer was now warmed up and he was eager to give me a lot more in the way of excitement.
He jumped off of his motorcycle, darting over toward me. The next thing I knew, he was unzipping my slacks and pulling them down my legs.
"I'm gonna give you some wild fucking," he said. "You're gonna learn that I'm the kind of guy who will do anything as long as he's getting his kicks."
Actually I didn't have to learn it at that point. That was the way that I had him sized up. He finished tugging downward on my slacks, which he removed. After that he reached out and made a grab for my panties, which he ever so swiftly slid down my legs and off of me.
After he finished removing my panties, my relentless pursuer reached down and grabbed hold of my firm, white ass globes.
"I'm gonna suck your ass," he said. "That'll get you hot. I like a good, wild ass."
His tongue pushed forward, gliding ever so relentlessly as he worked it inside of my anal passage. The quicker that he plunged with his tongue, the better that I enjoyed it. Even though this man might have been a crude son-of-a-bitch as far as men went, he sure did know how to fuck in a wild and reckless way.
With blazing rapidity his tongue kept on connecting as he drove it deep inside of my asshole. When he finished with the wild ass sucking, he removed his tongue from my anus and prepared to launch into some devastating, energetic screwing.
He reached out with his quick, right index finger, allowing it to stiffly push its way inside of my asshole. The more rapidly that he pushed his digit into me, the harder that his already stiff and thoroughly excited cock became.
"Just look at the size of my peter," he said, aware of the fact that I was looking at it. "Yes, I've got a nice, hard dick. And it's a good dick. It's the kind that'll really give you a wild ride."
He removed his finger from my asshole, then reached out and made a grab for my thighs. He recklessly tossed my legs over his shoulders, clinging ever so tightly to my thighs that he hurt me.
Even though I was reeling in pain, I wasn't about to ask for mercy. I knew better. Had I asked him in any way to ease off, I knew that I could expect exactly the opposite in the way of treatment.
"I'm gonna fuck your asshole," he gulped. "Ohhh, what a fuck I'm gonna give you. Just get ready. Get that pink, rosy asshole of yours ready for some solid action."
The motorcyclist gritted his teeth, then started to hammer ever so sharply with his stinging dick, allowing it to score with surging, ringing impact as it kept on pumping and driving deep inside of my anal passage.
"Ohhhh, what fucking," he exclaimed. "Ahhh, you do have a tight ass. I thought you'd have a nice, tight asshole. I'm gonna keep driving my thundering dick. Ooooh, am I ever gonna pump it inside of you. I'm gonna push it hard. I'm gonna push it fast. Oooooh, do I love it."
He kept gritting his teeth as he let his hard, assertive dick sink ever so deeply inside of my asshole. All the while he was pushing that much nearer to the state of a wild, tempestuous explosion, when all of his hot, excited juices would pour from the end of his long, steaming rod and into my asshole.
"Ahhh, how's your ass feel?" he asked gaspingly.
"Sore, ohhh, very sore."
"It figures, with me fucking it like this," he laughed. "I'm gonna keep driving my dick into you. I'm gonna keep pumping with it. Ohhh, I like that. Do I ever like forcefully fucking your asshole."
He slapped at my buttocks a few times, then braced himself for the wild deluge that lay ahead. Soon the piercing, white juices would start to can nonade from the end of his savage stick.
As he slapped my buttocks a few more times, the drops of his thick semen started to shoot from the end of his hot dick.
"Ooooh, what a feeling," he said. "Everything's building up to this. Ahhh, do I love it."
My wildman wasn't satisfied with the ass fuck. He wanted some more action. I braced my self as his fingers lashed out with intensity, gripping my breasts, clinging to them ever so tightly as he held on for all that he was worth.
"How's that feel?" he asked.
"It stings, it really stings," I groaned.
"That's good. A woman hasn't really lived until a guy's hurt her at least a little."
My pursued laughed ghoulishly. I couldn't get over the way that he kept coming on, never hesitating for one solitary second. He kept on moving his fingers crisply against my breasts for a little while longer, after which he finally released his fingers from my tits.
"Okay, here we go," he said. "I'm gonna give you a great fuck. I'm gonna hammer with my iron prong. I'm gonna push it inside of you. I'm gonna really fuck you. Ohhh, what a fuck I'm gonna give you."
He steadied himself, then got set to push his cock once more inside of my asshole.
"You mean you're gonna fuck my ass again?" I asked.
"Why not?" he answered my question with one of his own.
"I guess you like my ass."
"I guess I like tight, beautiful sensations. I got plenty before, and I'm gonna get plenty more. I'm gonna really pump with my big stick. I'm gonna drive it into your ass. Ahhh, I get horny just talking about it, thinking about it."
"Then drive it into me," I said.
"That's good, you're changing your tune."
"I might as well get used to it," I told him.
"Yes, you might as well," the motorcyclist laughed. "Okay, I'm gonna slam my big cock into you. I'm gonna really push it. I'm gonna slash it deep inside your asshole. I'm gonna really give you a fuck."
He pushed his stiff prick forcefully forward, allowing it to work its way inside of my asshole. My ass kept stinging as he worked his hot spear into me with ringing passion, letting it slide and grind as he drove it hard and deep.
"Ohhh, ahhh, do I love it," he sighed.
After he slapped my ass cheeks a few more times, the juices started to splash out of the end of my lover's frenzied prong. He kept holding on tightly to my curvaceous ass flesh until the final few drops of his steaming cream spurted from the end of his dick.
"There we go," he laughed proudly. "Another great fuck. You know, we make a pretty good team. But you'd better get your clothes back on, honey. I'm gonna drive you home."
I staggered up to my feet, then began to put on my panties.
At that juncture I awakened, discovered that I had been ass fucked only in my dreams. The motorcyclist had been such a savage character that I had had mixed feelings about him, but I still had found him overall to be a very sexy man, the kind who was able to confidently apply himself.
When I awakened and lay stretched out on the bed, the telephone rang. It was my blonde friend Judy, who wanted me to go shopping with her.
"But I don't really need anything right now," I told her.
"That doesn't mean anything, Carla," Judy said. "I just want you to ride along. I'm gonna visit some nice boutiques. You'll see some nice clothes."
"But I'm always afraid if I ride along I might get tempted to buy something."
"So I'll talk you out of it if the urge hits too strongly," she laughed.
We shopped for a few minutes, after which we wound up back at Judy's house. She was married to a dentist who was doing very well. She liked high living and before I knew it, we were both well on our way toward getting smashed.
After we'd had plenty of liquor, Judy astonished my by removing her dress.
"I like to be nude around my own house," she said.
"Does your husband mind?"
"He doesn't say anything about it," Judy shrugged. "And, of course, if he's horny, you can imagine how much he loves it."
"Yes, I can surely understand that."
In the past Judy had made little remarks to me that I wondered about. The more that I thought about them, the more I began to recognize that she might very well have been attracted to me in a physical way. Just the thought of her maybe wanting to turn on with me caused me to feel waves of squirming excitement as she climbed out of her panties, revealing her totally nude, well-proportioned body.
"I try and take pretty good care of myself," Judy said. "I go to a gym several times a week and I'm always swimming and playing tennis."
"You have beautiful body. One that you can certainly be proud of."
"Thanks. Yours is damned good, too. How about taking off your clothes, honey? I'd like to see your beautiful naked body. I've never seen you nude before."
I suppose that if she had ever made such a request a few weeks earlier I would have absolutely hit the ceiling. But a lot of things had changed in my life during the course of the past few weeks. For one thing, I'd had that dream about the beauty contest winner with whom I'd made it. Just thinking about the beauty contest winner made the whole thought of undressing before Judy seem all that much more enticing.
"There's not a solitary thing wrong with nudity," Judy said. "Come on, honey. Just strip unashamedly. I want to see your beautiful body. That'll really excite me, just looking at your nice, naked form."
Judy wasn't making any bones about it. Apparently she had decided that the time had arrived to call the shots as they actually were. For one thing, she was pretty drunk at the time, and that I guess made her feel a whole lot more confident about everything.
After I finished stripping, I stretched out on the sofa, feeling a little self-conscious in the early stages.
"Say, you're gorgeous," Judy said, licking her lips suggestively. "You know, I'm the kind of gal who takes my loving any way that I can get it. If I see a woman who really turns me on, somebody like you, then I want to act. I want to screw her every bit as much as I want to screw with a guy who appeals to me.
"I gathered that you were AC-DC," I said nervously.
"You've never made it that way, have you?"
"No."
"But you want to. I can see it in your eyes. And furthermore, honey, I'm gonna give it to you. I'm gonna just drop down between your legs and give you a nice workout. You're gonna love my tongue. You see, baby, I've got a pussy, too, and that makes me very sensitive when it comes to attending to another woman's needs. Can you understand my line of reasoning?"
"Yes, I understand what you're saying."
"Good, then let's really get into it. Ohhh, am I gonna plant my tongue inside of you. I'm really gonna stroke, darling. I'm really gonna give you a nice, wild suck."
Her tongue pushed forward, sliding up and down my left thigh. Judy immediately proved her point. She did conduct herself with a good deal of sensitivity. After all, just as she had said, she was a woman herself, and she knew about the needs of other women.
Judy's tongue kept on sliding with tingly precision, working up and down my thigh and causing all kinds of wild, exhilarating sensations to surface through my whole body. When she finished sucking my left thigh, she then went to work grinding her tongue against my right. The more rapidly that she propelled her swift tongue back and forth against my smooth thigh, the more aroused that my pussy became.
"Ohhh, play with my cunt," I sighed. "Just run your fingers against my hot mound, baby. I sighed. "Just run your fingers against my hot mound, baby. I want to feel your fingers gliding against my pussy. Ohhh, how exciting that is. It excites my whole body, darling. Ohhh, plant your fingers. Play with my mound."
My lover reached out with her right hand, allowing her fingers to maneuver around inside of my already moist, ever-agitated twat. The quicker that her fingers kept charging inside of my joy slit, the more rapidly that she worked her tongue against my thigh.
When she finished with the thigh sucking, lovely Judy then started to assert her tongue in a crisp, exciting fashion inside of my asshole. I loved the way that her burning tongue wiggled as she kept on driving it, working it with steady, zealous joy inside of my asshole.
"What an ass sucker," I said. "You're so right, Judy. You are sensitive with your tongue. Ohhh, honey, keep cutting loose with it. I love these strokes."
After she removed her tongue from my asshole, she then decided that the time had arrived to start going down on my sensitive cunt.
"Drive the juices out of me," I sighed. "Ohhh, just give me some beautiful action. Stroke with your hot tongue. Ooooh, pump it. Come on, pump it. Slide inside me."
As my swirling hips moved back and forth, my lover shoved her tongue forward and let it commence to glide solidly as it made its way inside of my pussy. With scintillation desire she kept on working her tongue, letting it move smoothly as it sliced and twisted inside of my vagina.
"Ahhh, come on, suck me," I sighed. "Ohhh, keep it working. Ohhh, ahhh, suck me. Damned, work your tongue. Ohhh, plant it in me."
While her tongue kept on charging, she propelled me ever closer to the point of a beautiful and devastating orgasm.
My churning hips kept on moving, and all the while I remained in a state of quivering ecstasy. Yes, she was absolutely right, my beautiful Judy did know just how to supply a woman with the ultimate in cunt sensation.
"Here we go," I gulped. "Ohhh, there the juices go. Ohhh, they're splashing. Ooooh, ahhh, they're spilling out of my pussy. Baby, suck all of it out of me. Ohhh, you're doing it. Ohhh, how good. How great. How thorough."
CHAPTER 17
As soon as Judy finished sucking me to climax, I was filled with an enflamed desire to make love to this beautiful young blonde.
The same type of situation took over that occurred in my dream with the beauty contest winner. I reached down and made a grab for Judy's voluptuous, ivory form. I grabbed her and pulled her down to the rug, where I ever so pantingly began to administer to her needs.
"You're so passionate," Judy exclaimed. "I like that, honey. I like the way you're going at it. Ohhh, you're not afraid to go all the way. Come on, my dear. Ohhh, just start gliding your stirring fingers. Grind them against my tits. Come on, honey. Ohhh, play with me."
My fingers reached out and made a firm, quick grab for her breasts. Ever so tightly I began to clutch and squeeze her warm, excited knobs. The faster that I resolutely pressed against her tits, the more excitement that spilled through her whole body.
"Keep squeezing," she panted. "Ohhh, just keep playing with my hot tits. Darling, I love the way you're stroking me. Ooooh, keep up those passionate strokes. Ohhh, grind with your hot fingers. Just let them move. Let yourself go."
Following a few more minutes of intense finger activity, I began to grind my tongue against Judy's breasts. With quick determination my dancing tongue manipulated first against her left tit, then against her right. The quicker that I maintained my precise, devastating tongue pace, the greater the amount of excitement that we shared. I could feel the intensity that was passing between us as my quick, gringing tongue continued to assault her breasts.
"You can start sucking my asshole any time you want to," she said. "I'll bet you like ass sucking, honey. I'll bet you'd love ass sucking me."
When I finished grinding my tongue against her breasts for several long moments, I reached down and started to let my tongue go to work inside of her asshole. With darting, devastating joy I worked my searing tongue inside of her. The harder that I ground inside of her asshole, the greater the feeling of exhilarating joy that I experienced.
"Keep that going," she signed breathlessly. "You do have a hot tongue. Ohhh, slice it inside of my ass."
My brisk tongue kept on solidly connecting with her asshole, driving with great joy and force as it moved in a state of quivering, unabated desire. The more rapidly that I ground my tongue inside of her, the closer that she was propelled to a state of climax. The torrid juices would very shortly have to shoot from her pussy and into my mouth.
"Keep sucking me," she sighed. "Ohhh, what a tongue. Baby, when you get going, ohhh, you're so great."
A few throbbing tongue thrusts later, I released my tongue from her asshole. By then I was all set to allow my tongue to twist and throb againt her thighs.
Up and down I began to stroke wildly with my tongue, allowing it to move with grace and impact as it kept on connecting against her warm skin. The more quickly that I speared her with my hot, forceful tongue, the louder that her gasps grew as she began to anticipate the cunt suck that I would be giving her.
"You're gonna have to get me off," she said with an air of desperation. "Honey, you're gonna have to tongue my pussy. Ohhh, just drive your tongue inside my hot slit. Baby, plant it inside my hot mound. Ohhh, just bring me off. Sweetheart, come on, bring me off."
My tongue pushed forward, making its way inside of her wet, willing cunt. The more rapidly that I worked it inside of her vagina, the closer that I moved her to the state of a wild conclusion. Pretty soon the juices would just have to pour from her pussy and into my mouth.
"Keep driving that hot tongue of yours," she sighed, "Honey, ohh, what wild sucking. You really know how to do it."
My burning fingers worked up and down her hot, trim thighs as her legs kept kicking. Pretty soon she could no longer hold back the juices. The spurting droplets of her pussy fluid splashed from her organ and into my mouth.
"Ooooh, here we go," she sighed. "That's so good. Ohhh, you sucked me. Ahhh, did you ever do a job of sucking me."
When I released my tongue from her mound, Judy decided that we ought to suck each other.
"How would you like a wild sixty-nine session?" she asked.
"That would be beautiful," I told her.
"Okay, I suggest we get into it."
"You don't believe in wasting time, do you?"
"Certainly not. Not when two people are as horny as we are."
We stretched out opposite one another as we lay there on the rug, panting with great desire. I really loved the action that she was providing. She reached out and made a move for my thighs, stroking them ever so firmly. After that I moved my fingers forward, allowing them to slide against her warm skin.
"Let's really suck each other," Judy said. "Ohhh, I really want to get into this wild sucking. Let's really go at it. Let's really push our tongues around. Let's get each other off."
A few moments later our tongues were working their way inside of each other's hot snatch. The quicker that our twisting bodies moved back and forth, the more rapidly that we asserted our tongues as they drilled with great conviction and joy.
Our swift, graceful tongue kept on probing as we moved each other ever closer to a zealous and wild climax.
Judy shot her juices first, which prompted me to feel that much more intensity as her tongue kept on whipping its way wildly inside of my hot snatch.
A few quick strokes later, the juices shot from my mound and into Judy's mouth.
Now that we were both off, for a second time, I climbed slowly to my feet.
"I guess I'd better get going," I said. "Next thing I know, Mike will be home."
"Yes, my husband could always surprise me by getting home early," Judy grinned. "Needless to say, this is the kind of surprise that I wouldn't want to give him."
"No, that would undoubtedly be too much for him," I replied.
We embraced at the door, then exchanged a smoldering lip kiss as I got ready to leave.
I arrived home a little early, giving myself time to fix a pot of hot, black coffee. I wanted to remove every last vestige of my seige of drunkenness.
About the time that I finished my second cup of coffee, Mike walked in the door.
The burning urges surged within me at that point. I wanted badly to enjoy myself with my handsome lover. It appeared that the more sex thoughts I got from other directions, the greater the urgings became in terms of my dealings with him.
"How about going right into the bedroom," I told him. "I feel like I could use a good fuck.
"You know, you're really too much," he laughed. "Okay, honey. I've had a pretty tough day of it, but I guess I can get the old gun off."
"If you've had a tough day, this is just the thing you need. Isn't that true?"
"You do have a very good point."
"Why sure. It's the perfect therapy."
"Yes, it's my kind of therapy," he laughed.
We climbed into bed together after we finished stripping. Mike reached down and immediately started to massage his cock, which had not as of yet attained full hardness.
"I'll help you with that," I gasped. "As a matter-of-fact, I insist on helping you with it."
"Okay, that's great," he said breathlessly. "Hold onto me, honey. Just reach out, play with my dick. Ooooh, come on, ahhh, come on, play with my cock."
He kept panting as his body wiggled back and forth. I reached out and began to eagerly massage his hard, smooth cock. The longer that I clutched with my fingers against the firm base of his stiff organ, the louder that the gasps became from him.
"That I like," he sighed. "Ohhh, hold on real tight. Ohhh, do it to me. Baby, I like the way you're fingering me. Ooooh, ohhh, that's so good. I love that stroking. Ohhh, oooh, I love it."
He kept on panting as I worked my fingers swiftly, grinding them up and down the full length of his huge, swollen prong. After a few more sturdy strokes, I decided that it was time to switch from finger action to sucking.
My sturdy tongue pushed forward, commencing to sink against my lover's balls. The quicker that I probed with my tongue, the louder that his gasps became and the quicker that his body moved. As he kept threshing his legs back and forth I could tell that he was becoming more and more aroused.
"Suck me off," he said. "Ohhh, are you ever good. That tongue of yours is too much. Come on, baby. Ohhh, stroke me. Come on, drive your tongue."
He reached out and massaged my breasts, sighing loudly as the wild, spirited tongue strokes continued.
A few blistering thusts later, the juices began to spill from the end of his hard, turgid, semen-filled pecker.
"Ahhh, you do such a good job of swallowing it," he noticed. I like the way that you swallow the hot stuff. Baby, ohhh, you're really doing it. Ohhh, what a nice suck. Sweetheart, you did such a beautiful job of sucking me off."
My hot and horny lover reached out with his right index finger and began to poke with it inside of my asshole.
"I'm gonna give you a nice fuck now," he said. "Something that you're really gonna love.. You like finger fucking. I know you do. Okay, I'm gonna finger your asshole for a little bit, and then I'm gonna drive my cock inside of you. I'm gonna give you a good stiff fuck. I'm gonna poke my dick inside of your asshole until all the juices shoot."
He kept on stabbing with his finger, working it briskly inside of my asshole for a few more strokes. When he released his finger, I knew what was coming next. My lover was all set to pump with his thick, elongated member.
Hastily he reached out and made a grab for my legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He puffed and gasped a few times, took one long, deep breath, then decided to proceed.
His stiff dick sank like a knife inside of my asshole. Even though it hurt like hell, I really loved it as he kept up his stiff, sturdy movements. The more rapidly that he pumped with his stiff, sturdy movements. The more rapidly that he pumped with his stinging cock, the closer that he moved toward the point of a reckless and wild orgasm.
"Ohhh, keep pumping it to me," I sighed. "I love it, darling. Ohhh, I love those strokes. I love the way you're stroking. Come on, ohhh, fuck me. Yes, fuck me.
My whole body kept rocking as he worked his stiff peter deep inside of my asshole. The juices finally began to spray from the end of his stiff stick.
"Ohhh, ahhh, this is so good," he sighed. "How I love it. Ohhh, damned, ooooh, what fucking."
When he removed his cock from my now sore asshole. Mike looked into my eyes.
"You know, I've been thinking about asking you this for a long time," he said. "Maybe the time has come. After all, we've been relating so well together lately."
"Time for what, honey?"
"I'd like to marry you. What do you say we formalize the whole thing by tying the knot? You're the girl I want to be with. I know that noe more than ever."
"Yes, I want to be with you, too," I smiled. "Sure, Mike."
He threw his arms around me and kissed my lips.
Little did he realize just what had brought us to that important juncture in our relationship. Those wild, erotic dreams that I had had brought me out in a way that real life had never been able to. And as a result, my sex involvement with Mike had been cemented and extended in ways that I had never before dreamed possible.
