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The Swimsuit - by M1KE HUNT 3
She sucked and slurped up and down my pointed dick, making loud noises
with every pass. I was sure she was doing it for effect, because I had
never heard another woman make such a racket. "God, it sounds like
you're going to inhale me," I said. She answered me with a slurp.
I could feel her tongue working like crazy against my stiff rod inside
her mouth. More sucking noises.
"Some people like to look," she said. "I like to listen. I love the
sounds
of lovemaking. I like to talk while I'm doing it." She had stopped
sucking.
"I like to hear you talk, too."
"So do I," I replied. "But you're not making much noise at the
moment."
"Oh I can fix that," she said. "But you have to help in the audio
department."
I got the message. I began to moan, and loudly. I was rewarded with a
deep suck. "I wonder if you can put my dick any further back in your
mouth?" I wondered aloud. She pushed her head down further, until I
could
feel the head of my dick bouncing against the back of her throat. "God
if you just push a little harder, I think I could push it right down
there." She pushed harder. "But I don't think I want to do that.
I think I want to come in your mouth."
I was sort of asking permission, or at least giving a warning. Her
only
response was, "Mfft. Slurp. Glxxox. Flummp." She couldn't get the
words
out.
"Don't try to talk," I said. "I don't want those pretty lips doing
anything but sucking on me." I figured if she really didn't
want to, she'd let me know.
She tried again. This time she pulled her lips back until just the
head
of my dick remained in her mouth. "I want you to come, too. But I'd
like to take a shot at it myself.
"Well then turn around," I said. She was already twisting around, the
water swirling as she did, even before I made the suggestion.
I pulled the flap of the thong out of the way, and positioned my fuck
pole at the entrance to her tunnel of delight. She started talking.
"Oh
you dirty boy. I think you're trying to do something nasty. Why I can
feel something pushing against me, and I'll just bet it's your dick,
isn't it?" She turned around and looked me in the eye. So that was her
game. Fine with me.
I pushed forward a little. As the head of my penis entered that slit
I said "Oh no, I would never do something like that. Try to push my
dick
into you? Why that would be a very nasty thing to do. How could you
ever
think I would try to do that?" I continued looking her in the eye as
I increased the pressure. I reached forward with both hands, and
scooped
them up under her breasts.
She grunted and pushed back a little further. I was now about two
inches
in, sliding slowly into the warm moist flesh. "Feel it? Do you feel
it?" A rhetorical question if there ever was one.
"uh," she said.
"uh-huh," I grunted.
I gave another forward push, and felt the delicious sensations along
the
length of my dick as my groin slammed into her. She began moving in
time
with my thrusts, and we kept perfect harmony with our motions.
My hands slid across her ass, around her midsection, across her
stomach,
and finally up and under her hanging breasts, and I held them gently
as I continued bouncing against her.
She groaned and moaned, and occasionally muttered something like "Oh,
that feels so good," and I must have muttered something back, but for
all intents the conversation had ended, replaced with the animal
noises
which are specially reserved for this particular act. There was more
sighing and grunting, when I realized that I was getting ready for my
climax. I recovered just enough brain power to give fair warning.
"I cannot tell a lie," I said. "I'm perilously close. All your
teasing,
or maybe it was just how delectable you looked in that suit got me
here
pretty quick. Can I just cum inside you?"
"Oh, don't do that," she interrupted. "I don't have any protection in,
So let me know when you're ready and I'll finish you off in my own
special way."
"Well, if that's the way you want it. Get ready." I was on the verge.
She quickly turned around and grabbed hold of my cock and began
pumping
it frantically. She moved to put her mouth around me again, but
slipped
on the slick surface of the tub and wound up with her face just an
inch
from my dickhead. Suddenly she seemed engrossed, staring at my tool,
pumping it harder and harder. "Here I come," I practically shouted.
She continued pumping as my jism shot out, the first spurt catching
her just above her left eye on her forehead. She continued the stroke,
and the second spurt landed square on her nose. She began to laugh,
and continued working on me. She opened her mouth and set it right
on my dick as I continued to spasm, coating the inside of her mouth
with my spoogee.
As the waves subsided, she released me from her mouth and took a big,
loud gulp. She giggled. I couldn't help myself, and I did too.
Her eyes were shut tight, and she complained "It's sort of stinging.
Could you find me a towel or something?"
"Oh, uh, sure, right away." I jumped out of the water and looked
around.
I couldn't find the towel she'd had on earlier, so I picked up my
briefs
and handed them to her. She used them to push as much of the gooey
spunk
off her face as she could, then sank back into the water and began to
wash herself off.
I started to help, but mostly my hands flew to her tits and her pussy,
and she really didn't need much help there. She didn't protest,
however,
and she turned to me and we locked in a passionate embrace, with a
deep
kiss that lasted for several minutes.
She was ready to go again, and luckily so was I. This time I had far
more control, and as I lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the
tub,
I moved between her legs with purpose, and pointed my weapon at her
again.
As we moved together I entered her for a repeat performance.
I looked at her with a cocked eyebrow as she said "Take your time. I
don't have anything to do until tomorrow morning."
"Oh yes you do," I said, as I pushed myself into her again.
* * * *
If you didn't like this story, I understand. I didn't like it much
either,
except for the part where I blow my load on her face. The first time
I was actually involved in something like that I thought it was pretty
gross, too, but then I just wiped it off and I could see just fine
again.
I have a website with a bunch more stories, and you are the lucky
recipient
of this personal invitation to visit. If you've never been there then
you are *really* missing something, because I've recently added a
little
picture of my wife. It's just a thumbnail, of course, because I didn't
have the server space to put a picture of her whole thumb.
I'm very proud of the site, being its webmaster and all. Webmasters,
now there's an honorable profession! At least I don't charge you to
come
look at my shit, and trust me, it's worth every penny.
The URL is http://members.aol.com/mrm1ke. Stop by for a smoke and a
story and lots of other entertainment. One of the better things to do
there is to keep clicking on the "reload" button and watch the counter
change. It's a trip, believe me, I do it all the time!
If you liked the story, e-mail me. There may be no hope for you, but
I do have a few others to share. Write to bannerboy1@aol.com. Fans and
flames to MrM1KE@aol.com. Note, the 2nd character in M1KE is a "one"
(1)
not an "eye" (1). This writing is copyright 1997 by me. Like someone
else would claim it? That's why I give it away free. You can archive
it if you want, but it really isn't necessary since I know the
Talmudic Jews (rhymes with Dejanews) are keeping copies of all this
crap in the desert in some really big jugs.
Ha! And you thought there was going to be a "big jugs" joke here.
This story is mostly true, except her name wasn't Tina. But in case
my wife gets hold of this, none of it is true, honey. And it wasn't
Karen,
even though she's the only other 5 footer at the agency.
The End
MrM1KE@aol.com
archive at http://members.aol.com/mrm1ke
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