MY FIRST TIME ::::

I still can't believe that it happened. Everytime I think about it, I feel an intense mixture of nervousness and excitment but definitely, no regrets. It was the single most sensual and enjoyable night of my life and had exceeded all my wildest fantasies and expectations.The night was such a wild mix of emotions and sexual energy that it's hard for me to put into words what exactly happened. It had been so unbelievably unexpected. Let me just backtrack and start from the beginning.Shelly has always been a stunningly beautiful girl. Her shiny, chestnut brown hair falls in waves over her toned shoulders.
Her almond-shaped blue eyes are always sparkling and are able to hypnotize even the coldest of hearts. Her skin glows with a natual radiance that fills every woman that meets her with envy. Her natural 32c breasts are soft and round and are the perfect compliment to the rest of her curves that hug her 5'11 frame. Despite her undeniable beauty, Shelly is one of the most kind-hearted and sensitive people you could ever hope to meet. I had the pleasure of meeting her during my second year of university.It was the first day of the second semester and I was sitting in class just wishing that the class was already over. This was my only 8 a.m. class but I just knew that it was going to be pure hell trying to make it there every Monday and Wednesday. Just as the prof was about to begin his lecture, a beautiful girl came running into the room, out of breath and panting, and sat down in the seat directly in front of me. I was immediately taken aback by her. She looked and even SMELLED like perfection. I could have stared at her all day and I could feel my heart begin to beat just a little faster and I could also begin to feel my pussy throb.I was extremely surprised by my reaction to this girl. I was not a lesbian and I had never had any sort of attraction to women before so this feeling was very new to me. In fact,I had a boyfriend whom I had been with for over 2 years. I immediately disregarded my initial reaction as simply an appreciation for someone so beautiful. How could I not appreciate someone who looks so good? It definitely didn't mean that I was a lesbian. The moment after I had come to terms with what I had just experienced, the girl turned around to face me.Do you have an extra pen? she whispered I rooted through my bookbag, retrieved a pen and handed it to her. She thanked me and turned around to begin taking notes.When the class had finished, I noticed that she was waiting for me outside the room. She handed my pen back to me with a big, friendly smile on her face.

Thank you so much for the pen. My name is ShellyNo problem, Shelly. Nice to meet you. My name is AbbeyThis was the beginning of a great friendship for Shelly and I. We quickly became the best of friends and were completely inseperable. We studied together, went to the movies together and went out clubbing together. It was very rare to see one of us without the other. Within a year, we decided to move in together as roommates so that we could split the bills and help save money for after graduation. Shelly was a fantastic roommate. It was so great to have my best friend there everyday to cook dinner with and spend quiet time at home with. While living together, there were many times when I would experience the same feelings for Shelly as I had had when I first laid eyes on her. At first, it confused and scared me because I couldn’t understand what was wrong with me. But eventually, I just accepted it but kept the feelings to myself.

There were many mornings when Shelly would emerge from the bathroom after having just had a shower. She wore a silky, blue bathrobe as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Her hard, perky nipples poking through the thin fabric was undeniable evidence that her body was naked and wet underneath the robe. I often found myself trying to make sure that I was in the hallway at the same time she got out of the shower. While lounging around the house watching movies or studying for exams, Shelly liked to be comfortable and wear lounge clothes. There was one outfit that I secretly called her “come and fuck me outfit”. She wore these tiny, blue cotton shorts which showed off her long, lean legs that seemed to go on for miles. Her ass also looked like perfection in those shorts. It looked so round and hard and almost seemed to invite your eyes to rest on it. She would pair the shorts off with a tight, white tank top. You know the type, the kind with the small, spaghetti straps. She would often go braless when wearing this outfit and her big, juicy breasts would spill around the top of the shirt. I would find myself wondering what it would be like to bury my face in my tits and lick both of her nipples. Every time that Shelly wore that outfit around the apartment, I would have the most intense masturbating sessions. Just the image of her tight ass and big, round breasts with hard nipples would get me wet like nothing else.

My pussy would throb with anticipation at just the sight of her and I would have to go to my room immediately to finger myself and rub my clit until I came.I didn’t think that there was any way that Shelly would have any of the same feelings in return for me. She was always out with different guys and every guy that came within 5 feet of her, wanted to fuck her. I knew that I was attractive but I would never be considered in the same league as Shelly. I have long, curly dark hair which I often wear pulled back off my face. I have dark brown eyes and a wide, inviting smile. While my body might not be as voluptuous as Shelly’s, I had never had any complaints. My 34 b breasts are perky and inviting. I have long legs and a small waist so many men think that I’m hot. But did Shelly find me attractive? I didn’t think I would ever know the answer to that question.I continued to have my fantasies for the remainder of the time that we lived together. I would sometimes hear Shelly having sex with her “boy of the moment” and I would find myself pressing my ear up against the wall in order to better hear her moans. She made the most sexy noises when she was about to come. I would rub my clit and caress my tits while imagining that I was the one who Shelly was fucking. This went on until the day that it was time to move out.

I had never told Shelly what thoughts I was having because I was scared it would freak her out and ruin our friendship. Shelly was moving to Los Angeles where she had accepted a job offer for the job of her dreams and I was staying in New York to pursue my own career. The move was devastating and we cried for hours before she left. We promised to keep in touch and then we parted ways. Shelly and I went for almost 2 years without seeing each other but we managed to keep in touch through email and the occasional phone call. About a month ago, Shelly found out that she would be attending a conference in New York City and she wanted to get together to catch up. Needless to say, I was thrilled. We made all the necessary arrangements and I began counting down the days until I would see her again. Before I knew it, the big day had arrived. Shelly had said that she would be at my place sometime after 5. After work, I quickly showered and shaved my legs and my pussy (just in case!) and then lathered myself in my lavender moisturizer that I knew Shelly loved. I had decided to wear my black mini skirt so that my long, smooth legs would be in full view and a tight, red, v-neck sweater that made my breasts look absolutely delicious. Underneath, I was wearing a red, lace bra and matching red thong. Just the thought of seeing Shelly had already made me wet. I could feel the wetness through my thong already. God, I couldn’t wait to see her.Finally, the doorbell rang. She was here! I ran downstairs and opened the door.

For a moment, I was completely speechless. Shelly looked so damn hot, she took my breath away. I felt every nerve in my body begin to throb and my body was aching to be touched. I finally composed myself and we screamed and hugged for several minutes. We made our way inside where we poured a couple glasses of wine and sat down on the couch. I was finally able to fully appreciate what Shelly was wearing. She too was wearing a skirt but hers was even shorter than mine. She was also wearing a light, blue sweater that made her tits stand out and look more full than usual. Her makeup and hair looked sexy as hell and I found myself wondering if she had prepared herself to impress me. If so, it sure had worked. We sat on the couch and chatted for a couple of hours. Before long, we realized we had gone through 2 bottles of wine and we both had a nice, warm buzz feeling in our heads. Shelley rustled on the couch, trying to reposition herself and her hand accidentally brushed against my breast. Without meaning to, I let out a small moan of pleasure.

She had brushed right up against my nipple which immediately turned hard and wanted to be sucked.I was a little embarassed and I was scared to look her in the eyes. When I finally looked at her, I realized that Shelly had been pleasantly surprised by my reaction. Her eyes were sparkling and she had a grin on her face. Without saying a word, she began to slowly stroke my left leg. Up and down my smooth thigh. I was so happy that I couldn’t even move. I just sat there and waited to see what was going to happen. I was scared that if I moved, then she would stop. She never took her eyes away from mine the whole time that she was stroking me. When I didn’t object, she moved her hand higher and higher. I thought for sure, that she was going to rip off my thong and begin to finger fuck me right there but she didn’t. She moved her hand from my thigh, up over my waist until it rested on my left breast. I was now panting and filled with so much desire that I thought I was going to burst. I couldn’t believe Shelly was actually touching me.I finally snapped out of my dream-like trance. I wanted to get my lips and hands on her and feel her hot body under me. I leaned in and began to slowly lick her neck. I started behind her left ear and licked down her neck until I came to her shoulder. I licked and sucked my way over the other side, pushing her sweater out of the way. I slowly made my way up her neck until I came to her mouth. Our eyes met before our lips did. I put my mouth on hers and she hungrily put her tongue in my mouth. We had several hard, passionate kisses before we slowed down to drink each other in. Our hands kept exploring each others’ bodies. My nipples wanted to be squeezed, my pussy wanted to be licked and fucked and I desperately wanted to taste Shelly’s pussy. Shelly pulled back from me and pulled off her shirt. She was wearing a sexy, black bra and her tits looked amazing.

I immediately reached around and unhooked her bra, spilling her breasts free. I leaned forward and buried my face in her. I was kissing and sucking all over her tits. I just couldn’t get enough, I couldn’t believe that she was actually letting me do this. I flicked my tongue over her nipple while I was squeezing her soft breasts and slowly traced a line with my tongue over to her other nipple. She was moaning and breathing in the familiar way that I knew from my many days of listening to her having sex through the walls of our old apartment. I sat up for a second to rip my shirt and bra off. I wanted to feel our naked breasts against each other. I leaned in and we embraced tightly. Shelly reached down and ran her hand up my thigh, this time, coming to a rest over my pussy-soaked thong. She rubbed through the fabric and I could swear that I was going to come right then and then. She reached up and tugged at the top of my thong and ripped it down. I was already gasping for breath when I felt her fingers enter me. It was slow and gentle at first but then she went faster and harder until I was screaming and moaning. I never wanted this to stop. It felt so damn good.I pulled her hand away from my pussy because I was scared I was going to come already. She took her pussy-soaked fingers and traced my own wetness along my nipples before leaning in and licking it off. My nipples were so hard, they could have cut glass.
The feeling of my warm juice and her warm mouth licking it was almost too much handle.

She pulled back from my nipples and began blowing softly on them. The cool air hit my breasts and I think my nipples grew another half an inch. I couldn’t stand it any longer.I leaned her back against the couch and ripped off her skirt. My pussy began to throb even harder when I realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. It’s almost like she had been expecting this. I sat down on my hands and knees on the floor between her legs so that I was face-deep in her wet pussy. She had also shaved her pussy and her juices were everywhere. I leaned in and drank in as much as I could in one big lick. I licked slowly at first, flicking and kissing her pussy lips before moving to her clit. I took it in my mouth and moved my tongue over it until Shelly was uncontrollably writhing underneath me. I moved my tongue down and stuck it in her. Faster and harder, I shoved my tongue into her pussy. She tasted so sweet and I just couldn’t get enough of it. I continued tongue-fucking her until she was all over my face. I knew that she was close to coming, I could tell by the way she had her hips raised off the couch and her legs wrapped over my naked shoulders. I sat up a bit and shoved one of my tits into her wetness so that I could feel it on my nipple. I then moved over and did it with my other breast. The heat of her pussy felt so great on my tits and Shelly seemed to be loving it. I rubbed my breasts over her clit for a few more moments. It felt so good, I felt like I was going to explode. I looked up at Shelly and she was touching and squeezing her own breasts. I knew that I was time.I buried my face in her again. I moved my mouth and tongue over her clit, faster and harder this time. I reached up with my right hand and stuck three fingers in her , fucking her hard with my fingers. Shelly was now screaming and writhing on the couch. Her heels were dug into my back as I continued to lick and fuck her. I reached down with my left hand and began to finger myself.

I was so wet, the juice was dripping down my thigh. I rubbed my clit and fingered myself until I felt the first throes of orgasm taking over. My mouth was closed over Shelly’s pussy and my moans of ecstasy were causing vibrations throughout her clit. Within a matter of seconds, Shelly was convulsing and her clit was throbbing underneath my tongue. I could feel her orgasm closing in over my fingers. She let out one final scream and then just lay back, panting and breathing heavy.Exhausted, I collapsed into Shelly’s thighs and just lay there enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm and the smell of our sex. After several silent moments, I looked up and caught Shelly’s eyes. Her face broke into a big smile.Oh My God Shelly said, breathlessly, that was amazing. I have been wanting to do that since the day I met you , I replied I climbed up on the couch with Shelly and we lay naked and sweaty in each others arms until we both fell asleep. We didn’t wake up until several hours later. We didn’t say much to each other when we woke up, I think we were both a little embarassed. She had to leave to catch her flight back to Los Angeles so there was no chance of us having a repeat performance of the night before. We hugged goodbye and this time, our hug was much more intimate. Our full bodies were pressed together so that our groins and breasts were pressed hard against each others.

I was filled with desire again but I knew there was nothing I could do. My fantasy had finally come true but she was leaving now. We said our goodbyes and we promised to see each other again soon. After what we had just experienced, I was going to have to find a way to get to Los Angeles sooner than later. That was about a month ago and I have spoken to Shelly a couple of times since. We haven’t really come out and talked about what happened but last week, I received airline tickets in the mail. 1 round-trip ticket to Los Angeles so it looks like I’m heading out there soon.

home work

"Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful. So how's your day now? Still having a 'bad day'?" I giggle. "I'm having a wonderful day," you murmur gently, a soft breathiness coloring your voice. "Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you're going to have!" I taunt, giggling again. "UH oh," you smile in response. "Oh dear!" I sigh. "I forgot. I brought home some work I have to read before tomorrow. Why don't I clean up this stuff from dinner, and I'll get started on that work. You could go relax, read the paper, or take a shower or something. Sorry love, it's just a few hours of reading. I'll make it up to you later if you are patient." You sigh as well, but smile when you detect the mischievous sparkle in my eyes. "The nite is not yet over," you think to yourself.
I begin to pick up my clothes in preparation to dress, and feel your hand on my arm. "No honey, don't put those back on. Go put on that red and black thing, you know, the one with the black lace trim and those little red ties down the front."

"John, my work......" I whisper, an anxious look on my face. "I promise to leave you alone until your work is done. YOU let me know when you are ready to play. I'm going to take a shower now and then I'll read the paper or watch TV till you finish." After you shower, you come into the living room looking for me. Your eyes travel around the room until you see me reclining on the couch. I'm unaware of your presence in the doorway and this gives you a moment to look at me.
I did put on the red teddy with the black lace trim. It's bright red like the dress I had on earlier and has black lace around the french cut legs, and where it dips down to a V in the front just below my waist. It's almost tied closed with the three little red ties in the front. From where you are standing, you can see the gentle swell of my breasts above the black lace, as I breathe steadily, intent on my reading. The notebook I'm holding is resting on my stomach just below my breasts, and I'm slowly turning the pages as I read. You enjoy watching the subtle movement of my breasts as I lift my arm to turn the page.

The light above my head shines on my hair which is flowing freely on the pillow and around my shoulders. You walk over and kneel beside me on the floor and gently lift a curl which is resting on my upper chest. I feel the hair on the back of your hand barely brush against my skin. I sigh and turn my face towards you. You are twirling the golden curl in your fingers now, feeling its silkiness. I watch your face as your eyes travel the length of my body, enjoying how I feel as I see you look at me. Your finger lightly traces a pattern down the line of skin showing between the ties, and then around the lace at the top of my legs, until you can touch the wisps of hair framing the lace on either side of my teddy. "How much reading do you have, honey?" you ask with barely concealed impatience. "About a half hour more. Maybe a little less if I can concentrate. It's hard to think when I'm wearing this thing!!" I laugh. "All I can think about is when you are going to take it off me." "No honey," you say. "I'm going to let you read. I'll wait till you finish." You walk away and settle in a chair nearby, rustling the newspaper as you bury yourself behind it. I look at you for a moment, sitting there behind that newspaper. All I can see are your legs, and I think about having them wrapped around me when you are deep inside me. I sigh and turn back to my reading.

I'm so intent on my reading, I don't hear you get up and go into the kitchen. But when you return, you stop by the couch again, and ask me, "Want a bite of ice cream?" "In a minute. Let me finish this page." You settle back in your chair with a slightly disdainful look on your face. "What a NIGHT I'm gonna have?" you question. "Newspapers, tv, ice cream!" You set the ice cream down a bit too loudly on the table next to you and pick up the paper again, and rustle it loudly as well, trying to convey your impatience to me. I smile as I close the notebook and silently cross the room and kneel down in front of you. I lightly trail my fingernails from your ankles to your knees, parting your legs slightly until I can rest between them. Peeking under the newspaper, I smile up at you sweetly and say pleadingly, "John, I want my ice cream now!"
You drop the paper to the floor and pick up the bowl and spoon a big bite of ice cream and hold it out in front of me, until I open my mouth to take it. But the ice cream is melting fast and some runs down my chin and drops on your stomach, and you flinch when the coldness hits you. You laugh as you wipe the ice cream off my chin with your fingers. I grab your hand and slowly lick each finger, up and down, seeking the sweetness of the ice cream with the tip of my tongue, and then circling your palm until the stickiness is all gone, looking at you suggestively while I do this.

Then I look at the ice cream on your stomach, which is starting to drip down towards the waistband of your shorts. I lick it up with just the tip of my tongue, and then move my tongue delicately across your waist until I feel you squirm just a little. I lick my way up the center of your stomach and then over to each of your nipples, swirling my tongue around until they become hard. Then I sit back a bit and ask, "Are you getting impatient over here love?""Hmmph" you groan. "There is a limit to my patience, DARLING!"
My hands are idly stroking your sides, moving across your upper chest, down the center of your stomach. My stomach is resting against your lap. I can feel the evidence of your desire beginning to stir and press against my body, feeling your heat through the thin satin fabric. "Just 10 more minutes, love, I promise." "Oh you! You wench! You tease! Just for that!!" You tug gently on the first tie, which loosens quickly and easily, knowing full well the effect this gesture will have on me, as I feel the fabric release its hold on my breasts. My nipples grow taut and press against the wisp of clothing yet covering me, seeking freedom and your touch. You smile teasingly and whisper huskily, "Back to your reading DARLING. I couldn't think of interrupting for the next 10 minutes!" Now its my turn to mumble and sigh! "Hmph!" We both know that this playful game of taunting and teasing is only intensifying and mounting our anticipation and excitement.
When I return to the couch, with my back to you, I slowly and deliberately bend down to punch my pillow just so, and pick up my notebook, knowing full well that you are watching every movement. I can almost feel your loving caress as your gaze moves down my back, follows the curve of my hip, and rests on my scantily clad bottom, before I turn and open my notebook and settle down once again.

I lay with my knees bent, one resting against the back of the couch, and the other idly moving up and down, again absorbed in my reading and totally unaware of the effect my unconscious movement is having on you. The teddy is cut high above the legs, and each time I swing my leg outward, you catch a fleeting glimpse of my golden hair framed against the narrow strip of black lace running between my legs. I try to concentrate for about five minutes, but my thoughts are wandering and are no longer on the words on the page. I sigh, and let the book drop to the floor and close my eyes a moment, savoring the feel of anticipation. Unconsciously, and with my eyes still closed, I touch my fingertips to my neck, and stroke along my collarbone, turning my face to one side. As my hand moves down over my shoulders, I spread my fingers and trace light patterns, moving lower, till my hand comes to rest on my left breast, and I massage until the nipple is hard in my palm. I sigh, open my eyes, and am startled when I notice you watching me with an intensity that bespeaks your own excitement.

I move as if to get up, embarassed, but you cross the room to me, speaking gently in a whisper,"Don't stop honey. Let me watch you." "I can't. I want YOU John."
You sit beside me and undo the second tie on my teddy and pick up my own hand and place it over my breast. "I know you do, but I'd like to watch you." Your hand is softly touching my other breast, until the nipple grows swollen between your fingers. You move your hand over my body, down between my legs and massage the palm of your hand against my mound as I slightly part my legs. You lift me from the couch and carry me into the bedroom, gently laying me on my back in the center of the bed as you sit beside me. You whisper softly, "You know how much I like to look at your beautiful body." I nod slowly, a bit reluctantly. "Don't you like how you feel when I look at you?" You untie the last restraining tie on the front of my teddy and ease the fabric apart, exposing my breasts as you speak, and letting your eyes roam freely, touching each part of me only with the intensity of your gaze. I shudder as I feel a familiar spasm between my legs, and moan softly. "Yes John." "Relax, love. Think of me watching you. I know it excites you, and it will excite me. It will excite me to see you touch yourself." You slowly pull the fabric back over my breasts. Then, taking my hand in yours, you kiss each fingertip and place my hand over my waist. You move across the room and murmur, "Honey, I love you."
I tentatively, hesitantly move one hand over my body, from my waist and over one breast on the outside of my teddy. I pause, uncertain. I touch my right hand to the right side of my neck, and slowly rake my fingernails over the skin, between my chin and my collarbone, rolling my head to one side on the pillow.

I close my eyes, and begin to abandon myself to the sensations of my own hands caressing my body. My thoughts drift to a vision of you watching me, imagining your reaction, imagining your cock grow harder and harder as you see every sign of my mounting passion in a way you have never witnessed before. My other hand moves up the center of my stomach, touching the skin revealed in the opening of my teddy, and I push the fabric apart further and slide the straps down my shoulders. I arch my back until the wisp of lace and satin is pushed down around my waist. My hands travel up the length of my body and rest over each breast, cupping them, massaging and caressing, working the nipples into hard peaks.

My breath is coming faster as my excitement mounts, and I am lost to this thing I am doing for you. I open my legs slightly and move one hand down, working it under the fabric until I can feel my own wetness. I open my legs wider and slide my hand down further, burying my fingertips in my hair which is tangled now and damp from my excitement. I thoroughly wet my finger and then move it up across my body until I can touch each nipple with my wetness, feeling each one grow harder. I then touch the same finger to my lips and stroke it gently back and forth until i can taste my own saltiness. I open my legs yet wider and stroke my fingertips back and forth across my inner thighs, lightly brushing over the pleasure place between my legs.
I'm breathing heavy now, and sighing, seemingly forgetting that you are in the room. But I speak your name, "John?" "Yes, Nicole, I'm here." I can hear a husky, straining sound in your voice as your speak. "Take the teddy off now Nicole. Let me see all of your beautiful body." I slowly arch my back and slide the offending cloth down my hips, until I can kick it off with the motions of my legs. I bend my legs but hold my knees together, uncertain what to do next. I part my legs slightly and place a hand over my hair, feeling the wetness against my palm. "Open them wider Nicole. Let me see all of you love. Lose yourself again honey.....for me." Your voice betrays your own mounting passion and desire, and gives me courage.

I allow my legs to drop fully open and begin to explore the soft folds between my legs, easing myself open, pushing the hair aside to allow my fingertip to slide easily between my opening and the swollenness of my pleasure point. I move my fingertip up and down between my legs, sliding gently with my wetness now evenly distributed, and pausing each time as I touch my rosebud, circling it slowly, enjoy the waves of sensation which are beginning to take hold of me. My other hand continues to stroke my upper body, across my lower stomach, and up over each breast. I shiver and moan as the first sensation of orgasm begins to wash over me. I place a finger inside my opening, feeling the softness and warmth deep within myself. "Aaaaahhhhhh" I sigh, as I withdraw my finger and again circle my pleasure point. My clit is hard and erect and each gentle touch brings me closer to climax, yet I try to hold off, allowing the tension to mount.

I again move both hands over my upper body, allowing my legs to remain open like a blatant invitation, touching my nipples with my wet finger, and feeling myself shiver. As I return my hand between my legs, I reinsert a finger and thrust my hips upward, gently rocking in the motions of lovemaking, and slide my finger back up until I can feel my orgasm begin. My finger circles my clit with a new intensity and my cries fill the room. I'm so lost now, I'm unaware that you have joined me on the bed until I can feel your tongue mingle with my own finger, licking and caressing and pushing me over the edge. You push two fingers deep inside me and slowly move them in and out as your tongue continues to probe and touch my pulsing
flesh."John....oooohhhhhhhhhh, yes......I WANT you now. FUCK ME NOW!!!!!!" My orgasm slowly subsides, and you move between my legs and place your cock just barely inside me. I encircle your flesh with my hand, feeling its length and hardness. I move it up and down between my legs, moaning each time it passes over my still erect clit, as the last sensations of orgasm die away. "John, you are SO hard!! I want you inside me. Fill me with your cock. FUCK ME!!!"
Your cock moves again to my opening and you thrust gently, pushing a few inches within my warmth and wetness, slowly sliding in. I tighten my muscles against you, trying to pull you deeper inside, moaning again, "FUCK me."

You thrust harder, burying yourself deep within me, and I arch upward to meet you, wrapping my legs around your hips. We move in unison, softly moaning with each thrust which brings us closer and you deeper within me. You are hard like never before, filling me and pounding into me. Each time you thrust deep inside me, I feel your skin touch my clit which is still hard and sensitive, and I can feel your balls slap against me with the intensity of your movements.
You cup my face in your hands and I dig my nails into your back, arching yet into you as I tighten the grip my legs have on your hips. Your tongue finds its way into my mouth, seeking mine, until they meet with an urgency equal to the thrusting of our lower bodies."John....ohhhhhhh.....now, COME inside me now. I'm there....COME with me. Oh John!"

You can feel the spasms deep within me as I sigh and call your name. Our tongues meet again in a wet, fiery embrace. You tense, and I can feel your cock grow yet harder as you begin to come with an intensity that leaves us both weak and breathless. Your come fills me with each deep thrust, until you collapse against me, whispering my name, mingling the dampness of our bodies together as we are still joined. You tilt your face towards mine until our lips meet in a gentle, soft kiss, and we stay this way awhile, enjoying the sensation of being locked together, feeling our heartbeats against one another and the feel of you within me. "Oh John, I love you." I push the damp hair from your forehead, touch your cheek and kiss you gently again. "I love you too Nicole." You roll off me and pull me into your arms and we settle against each other, allowing our hearts and breathing to slow. "The night is not yet over," I softly murmur as sleep begins to grip us both. "No, it isn't over yet honey......"from sextails.com

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Jill was cold, very cold. It had been almost two days since she had run away from home, and it had been over two days since she had anything to eat! Miserable is how she felt, but not half as bad if she would have stayed in that fucking hell hole her mother called a home! Her father, no make that step father, had been using her either for a punching bag or his own personal little "sex toy", and when she finally couldn't take it anymore, she ran out of the house with just the clothes on her back.

Now here she was, out on the road, all alone, only eighteen years old, no money, and no prospects! "It can't get any worse," she thought, as she pulled her light denim coat tighter around her neck while craning back to see if a car was coming!!! Automatically stuck out her thumb when a big sedan zoomed by, and incredibly, brake lights!!!! It's stopping!!!!
The big black auto came to a stop about two hundred yards down the road and slowly backed up to where Jill was standing. The passenger side window slid down and a deep voice asked if she needed a lift? Without even answering, Jill opened the door and hopped in, sinking down in the deep leather bucket seat while cautiously looking over at the driver and being relieved to see it was a middle aged man in a business suit.

He jabbed his open hand at Jill and offered, "Hello there, my name's Bill Dowd, glad to meet ya!" Jill, taking his hand and shaking it, replied in a small voice, "I'm Jill, thanks for picking me up." They rode along in silence for the next ten minutes until Bill asked her, "Where are you headed to, Jill?" "I don't really know," she replied, "maybe Los Angeles." "You got quite a trip in front of you missy," Bill intoned, "where are you coming from?"

Jill really didn't want to answer all these questions, but she replied, "From Omaha." "Well, I can take you as far as Denver, but then I head north, and you'll wanna go west from there," he said matter of factly. Jill didn't answer, she just leaned back in the seat and soon was sawing logs, so she didn't know how much time had gone by when a gentle shake of her shoulder brought her back to life. "We'll stop here and get something to eat," said Bill, "you look like you could use a bite!" "That's okay," Jill replied, "I'll just wait here if it's all right with you?" "Honey," he said gently, "it's on me, now come on and let's eat!!!" She was famished, and this good Samaritan was making her an offer she couldn't refuse, so she hopped out of the car and joined Bill Doud for supper.

After eating their fill of burgers and fries, Bill pointed the big Lincoln west on I-80, and the miles melted away like butter on hot pancakes unitl at about ten o'clock that evening the lights of Denver glowed in the far off distance. "Another half hour and we'll be there," announced Bill, while keeping his eyes glued to the road. Exactly one half hour later Bill pulled into a truckstop-motel and said, "This is the end of the line, Jill, I don't know what you're running away from, but I hope you find what you need in L.A.!"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out five twenty dollar bills and slid them across the seat to Jill and said, "You remind me of my daughter, use this for a motel room and a good breakfast tomorrow morning, and please be careful of who you ride with, okay?" Tears filled Jill's eyes as she stared gratefully at the older man, and after leaning over and gaving him a kiss on the cheek she said, "I will, Bill, and thanks for everything," and with that she was out of the car and waving as the big Lincoln slowly pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the highway.
The next morning started out bright and sunny as the warmth of the Colorado spring air rained down on Jill's skin. On the western edge of Denver she was trying to thumb a ride but was having not luck, so around noon she dropped in on a greasy spoon for a burger to stop the hunger pangs that were growling in her stomach. The dump was nearly deserted, except for the two rough looking characters seated at the far end of the lunch counter, so Jill ordered her meal and lit a cigarette while waiting for her food to be delivered.

One of the guys at the end of the counter noticed her and leaned over and said something to his buddy, which must have been funny, because they both ended up laughing their guts out. They finished eating and were walking past her, when the bigger of the two stopped and asked her, "You on the road, baby?" Trying to act tough, Jill blew a cloud of smoke in his face and retorted, "What's it to you anyway!?!" The big burly man eyed her with a quizzical smile and replied, "Well, I just thought you might need a lift, but if you're gonna act like a little cunt, I don't give fuck!" He turned an started out the door, when Jill called out, "I'm going to L.A., and yeah, I could use a ride!"

He turned back to her, and said, "We're leaving in five minutes, so if ya wanna come along, be ready to go, cuz we won't wait!" Jill ate her sandwich in four big bites, guzzled down her Dr. Pepper and was out of the door in a flash. The two men had hopped onto big Harley Davidson choppers and were just firing them up when the big guy motioned to her with a nod, indicating for Jill to hop on!!! After sliding her leg over the rear wheel and settling onto the thick saddle, the scruffy rider leaned his head over his shoulder and said, I'm Duke, and this is Cletus, glad to meet ya." Jill nodded at Cletus and yelled over the rumble of the big Harleys that her name was Jill as Duke dropped the big bike into gear roared off onto the highway, leaving a trail of dust and flying pebbles in their wake. "Finally," she thought, "I'm on my way to California!!!" Well, as she was soon to find out, not exactly!!!

About eighty miles west of Denver Duke and Cletus exited the interstate and were soon traveling on a blacktop road deep into a mountain pass. Jill asked several times where they were going, but Duke either didn't hear, or was ignoring her. A little ball began to tighten up in Jill stomach, that gnawing feeling you get when something doesn't feel right, and the ball tightened a little more when the two bikes made a turn onto an unused dirt road. After ten more minutes of bumpy riding, a make shift camp of tents and leantos came into view, and from a quick calculation she figured that there must have been twenty other choppers parked in a row along the road and a score of dirty bearded men and their women sitting around campfires cooking supper.

Several men came over to meet Duke and Cletus when they got off their bikes, and it was apparent right away that they showed a lot more interest in Jill than she wanted them to! One of them asked, "Who's the new whore?!?" "Oh her," Duke answered with a nod of his head, "I picked her up at a slop house back in Denver, since Grace left, I've been lookin' for a new bitch, and it looks like I found her!" Duke had turned to look at her when he said "and it looks like I found her", and she knew right away that he had said it for her benefit. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and half dragged her over to one of the tents set up in the rear of the camp and threw her inside.

She started to protest, but she was knocked to the ground by the back of Duke's huge hand, her head now spinning from the force of the blow!!! She could taste blood coming from a cut on the inside corner of her mouth, but before she had a chance to complain, Duke was on top of her in a hot second, ripping a tearing her clothes from her body. Jill was not a large person and Duke easily overpowered her even though he was using only one hand,while gis other was busy sliding down his Levi's, exposing a turgid erection with a large purple head!!! This was a pure and simple rape, but Jill was helpless to do anything about it, and out of the corner of her eye she could see several of Duke's buddies and their women watching the older man enter her small tight vagina. She let out a scream when he drove his sex piston deep into her unlubricated cunt, but he couldn't have cared less and continued his onslaught on her now bleeding hole.
The only good thing about it, was that Duke didn't have much stamina, blowing his load rather quickly. Jill though it was all over, but unfortunately for her, it was just the beginning, as Duke was quickly replaced by another biker who slammed his stumpy pecker into her pussy until he had blow his load! Jill wasn't sure how many men fucked her that afternoon, but she remained conscious through the whole ordeal, once getting physically ill while getting fucked by a particularly smelly biker! When it was finally over, Jill heard Duke say to one of the women standing in the tent door, "Clean her up and get her ready for tonight, I'm gonna get something to eat!" Jill started to pass out, the only thing on her mind being, "What happens tonight!?!"
A tough looking woman who called herself Carla sat down next to Jill and carefully dabbed her face with a warm wash cloth. Jill could still feel the sting from the slap across her face, but other than that she didn't feel to badly so in a soft barely audible voice, Jill asked Carla, "What is going to happen to me tonight?" Carla continued bathing the frightened girl and answered, "The second half of you initiation." Jill looked searchingly into Carla's eyes and pressed further, "Am I going to be raped again?" "No," Carla answered, "you're not going to be raped!"
"Then what," Jill begged?!?" Carla looked at her friend Kim who was sitting next to her, and then turned back to Jill and said, "Let's show you what you must do tonight!" Carla leaned over and kissed Jill full on the lips, while Kim got down between Jill's legs and slowly began tonguing her pussy. At first repulsed by the lesbian aspects of what was happening to her, she soon found herself grinding her pussy into Kim's hungry mouth while Carla pulled away for just a second to ask Jill, "How old are you honey?" "I'm eighteen," Jill answered, while reaching up to pull Carla's mouth back to hers. When Kim heard Jill say that she was only eighteen, her own cunt began leaking profusely, excited at the prospect of having such a young slut to feed on!
Jill's vagina, still sore from the gang bang she had endured less than an hour before, was being soothed by the gentle if not relentless licking from the biker bitch Kim. Jill had large breasts for a girl her age, and Carla left the warm wetness of her mouth, and began sucking fervently on Jill's pointy nipples. The mixture of pain, tit sucking, and cunt lapping finally took its toll, and Jill had a very hard orgasm in Kim's warm mouth, and as it was the first oral sex climax she had ever had, its intensity momentarily stunned her! Both women kept their mouths attached to the young slut, only now they merely nuzzled and kissed her shell shocked sex organs. Tired and sore, Jill fell into a deep if not fitful sleep, with both Kim and Carla still licking and sucking on her tits and vagina.

It was dark outside when Jill awakened from her slumber, finding that she was totally naked and her body had been rubbed with perfume scented oil. Duke appeared at the tent door and ordered her to follow him, using a tone of voice that let her know that it would not be a good idea to disobey him.

She followed him out of the tent, the cool night air causing her nipples to harden and stand tall on her buxom chest. She was greeted by hoots and catcalls from the biker clan, both male and female alike, and three other naked biker bitches waited for her by the fire, dancing to the beat of hard rock music that blared out of a battery powered boom box. Each of the women had several tattoos on her body, one with the name of her old man, and the other her bitch nickname. Jill also noticed that each of the bitches had a small brand in the shape of a skull and cross bones on her right buttock, and there in the fire was a hot branding iron that Jill assumed would be used on her in the very near future!

Duke threw her on a large blanket next to the flames and told the three nude women to go at it. The next thing Jill knew she was entangled in a mass of naked female flesh, with mouths biting, nipping and sucking at all of her openings. What Jill had experienced earlier that day in the tent occurred again in front of forty spectators, as she had a huge orgasm, this time harder than the one before!!! She screamed in ecstasy while the three biker bitches had their way with her, sucking her ripe young vagina until her little clit was sticking out erect through her light blonde pubic hair. When she felt completely satiated, a mound of fur settled over her mouth, and a tart salty taste touched her lips while very wet cunt was pressing down on her face, smearing its hot juices all over her cheeks, causing her to gag for a moment, unable to catch her breath while the big cunt covered both her mouth and nose at the same time!!!

Riding Jill's face, the big pussied bitch finally situated her clit right over Jill's tongue, and then with a fervent pressure indicated where she wanted Jill to suck. Other hands began playing with her own pussy, and soon the tight feeling in her dripping cunt returned in earnest. Jill had had her share of orgasms, usually self induced, but her young body was like a sexual race car, capable of so much more than a normal woman, and it was very apparent that this little bitch was becoming addicted to the feel of shattering climaxes in her high strung pussy, so she was a little surprised when she felt a huge cock entering her cunt and this time she accepted it with ardor! She found out later that it was Duke who was fucking her in front of the entire clan, his big cock plowing in and out of her now wide open vagina. The bitch riding Jill's face was having orgasm after orgasm courtesy of Jill's wandering tongue while Jill's cunt muscles contracted around the thick meat in her pussy, driving both she and Duke over the orgasmic edge! Both of them roared, Duke out loud, and Jill into open cunt of the woman riding her drooling mouth as their organs whipsawed back and forth in an orgasmic explosion!!!

After several moments of recuperation, Duke announced it was time for the final initiation. The three naked women held Jill down, with her ass high in the air while Duke pulled out the red hot branding iron and held it high in the air for all to see, it red glow bright in the dark night air. With one movement he held the iron on Jill's right ass cheek, the sizzle of burning flesh be drowned out by her painful scream. Salve was quickly applied to the branded area, and loud clapping of hands welcomed the new bitch into the fold. When Jill stood up, she naturally gravitated to Duke, her new old man. Her ass burned like the devil, but she was actually happy, because she had found a new home!from sextails.com

hideout

It was nearly midnight as I plodded through the woods next to the old paper mill off of Highway 59. I had sneaked out of my house through the window in my room just an hour before. This is the place where I always went to calm myself and think.

I was walking down the path that my feet had eventually worn into the foliage on the ground. I could smell the pine as if that smell were intended just for me. All that my eye could see in all directions was the huge pine trees generously spaced throughout the forest and shrouded in darkness. The ground was cluttered with pine needles and the sky with stars.
I reached the clearing where I had erected a crude hut just six months ago. As I approached, I noticed that the plank that I used as a door was slightly cracked. I circled around to the other side toward the window as quietly as I could, fearing that some pot heads had found my retreat. I approached the window and peered inside.

I was caught totally off guard by what I saw. There was a girl of about eighteen years old lying on the mattress that I had stolen. Her clothes were scattered around the room randomly, and she was lying with her eyes open staring right at me. She was quite attractive with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her face had no visible flaws and her lips were thin and wet.
I noticed to my surprise that I was not embarrassed or frightened, but fascinated with her perfect hips and firm breasts. As she sat up slowly, and not out of surprise or fear, but curiosity, I noticed that I had become very erect.

She said to me in a perfectly comfortable voice, "Come in."
So, I obviously went around to the front and walked through the door. She was sitting on the bed with her thighs slightly parted, but not quite open enough for me. She stood up and walked over to me. She led me over to the bed and began to take off my button down shirt. I could feel the blood pumping through my very hard genital and I went into a daze.

She removed my shirt and went straight for the button of my pants. As she was unbuttoning them, I kicked off my shoes to avoid confusion. Then she unzipped my zipper and sat me down on the bed. She pulled my jeans off and cast them aside. My erection was creating a rather large bulge in my underwear. She reached for them and began pulling them off. As she got them past my penis, I felt the cool air caressing it and I longed to put it in her warm wet mouth.
She dropped my underwear on the floor and cupped my penis in her hand. A shiver ran up my spine as the touch of her cool fingers penetrated my awareness. She bent down and I noticed her extremely luscious hips. She put her tongue on the tip of my penis and I thought that I was going to yell out.

She slowly encased the tip of it in her mouth, encircling it with her lips. Her lips slid down it as her tongue pressed against me. She moved up and down, sucking firmly, and I felt the wetness of her saliva and the warmness of her tongue together. It was almost painful because the pleasure was so intense.

She continued slowly but smoothly for a minute or two with my hands running through her hair and my head thrown back into a position of ecstasy. Then she lifted her head off of my penis, cupping it in her hand again, and she kissed me square on the lips. I opened mine as she opened hers, but our tongues did not meet at first. I felt the wetness of her lips that had just been on my lower body now on my lips.
She kissed me like no other girl ever had. She closed and opened her mouth at just the right times, and she rubbed my penis at the same time. Then, as I opened my mouth again, our tongues met for a fleeting moment and withdrew. I extended my tongue again and she caressed it with hers. Our tongues did a bizarre dance together while she stroked my penis to the rhythm of our kiss.

My hands slid down her side as she rolled over on hers. I slid them around her legs to her inner thighs. She opened her legs and I caressed her pubic area with my fingers, making sure that I did not touch the clitoris. The urge to ram my fingers into her was very strong but I held off and just messaged her inner thighs with my fingers.
She was pulling on my penis faster now and her kisses were more intense. With no hint at all, I let my index finger slide over her lubricated clit. She gripped my back with her free hand and let out a slight moan. I messaged her clitoris, rubbing my finger up one side, down the other, up the center, and so on. She was pulling on my penis so fast now that I had to purposely concentrate on not having an orgasm.

I removed my hand and she removed hers as I slid down the bed to kiss her. I gripped her hips with my hands and began to lick her thighs right next to her opening. I licked in a semicircle just above her clit to the other side and then down her thigh. I then concentrated on teasing her clit, not quite touching it with my tongue.
She was running her hands through my hair and gripping my head firmly. She cried out in a soft but desperate voice, "Please!"
I would not give in. I caressed her labia with my tongue, but I did not touch her clit. Finally, as her grip on my head tightened, I went strait up her clit with my tongue. She let out a satisfied whimper as I began tonguing it. I licked with a firm tongue up one side, down the other, and up and down the middle. I formed patterns of the alphabet with my tongue.
Finally, after the taste of the juices had saturated my awareness for a while, I lifted my head up and returned to my position on top of her. I leaned on one arm and help my penis with the other. I guided it to her opening and touched it to her, being sure to miss the clit again. I used it to rub her and make her wish that I was in her. She was whispering, "Now... Now..." and I put it into her, but only about half an inch. I moved very slowly up and down, but only fractions of an inch.

She panted in a demanding voice, "Enter me, please! Please!" After a little more teasing, I quickly thrust and entered her. Her cavity was warm and slippery as I moved my hips up and down, meeting with her gyrating hips. I had to concentrate again on not reaching climax until I finally felt her hands grip my back, her thrusts speed up, her breath being held, and the muscles inside of her contracting on my penis. I finally released myself and I felt the come rushing out of me in almost violent pumps.

As we were both climaxing, I gripped her back so tightly that she let out a small yelp, and I felt her fingernails drawing blood from my back.
Then the tension was released from my body in a rush and I collapsed on the bed next to her. She collapsed also and we slept that night, arm in arm.

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personal sex ad

I hung up the phone and just sat there. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of my brain, I was just beginning to realize that I had just answered a personal ad. Shit, was I this desperate? God, I hoped not. And I really didn't think I was. I had never read them with the intent of finding that "special someone...."
I read them more out of curiosity than anything else. I always started off reading the "Women seeking Women" section. Like many other males, had a secret fantasy to be with two girls at once. Of course, I never expected my fantasy to take place, but it was still fun to dream, right?
Then I paged back to the "Women seeking Men" section. I breezed through a few of them, getting a couple of good chuckles. Personal ads always remind me of the farcical ads placed with Opus on "Bloom County": "Single, sincere white female, 43, wishes to meet single, sincere, limber Eskimo who's into tattoos, bananas, gargling Windex, Barry Manilow inflatable dolls, cactus, sleeping with large tomatoes, and snake wrestling in Jell-o pudding."
And, of course, the last line was: "No freaks."(*) As I was reading them, I noticed that the small, weekly newspaper that ran the personal ads was trying out a new system. Each personal ad was accompanied by a voice ad. All one had to do was call a local number, punch in the "mailbox" of the ad I wanted to hear, and it would be played for me. I thought that was an interesting twist, so I decided to try it out.
I brought the paper home with me and dialed the number. I scanned the paper and found one that sounded interesting. I punched the mailbox number and sat back to listen. After the announcement, I decided that the voice message was actually a pretty good idea. It gave somebody a little more to go on. It was a little easier to determine the person's personality by listening rather than just reading a newspaper ad.
I listened to a couple more. Finally, I decided that I was just going to listen to one more and then go do some work. The last one in the section caught my eye. It read:
SWF, 25, honest, romantic, adventuresome, equally comfortable watching a movie or being outside playing sports. 5'9", 135, light brown hair, blue eyes. Professional woman. Seeks SWM, 23-30, who is honest, laid back yet not too laid back. Prefer my height or taller, dark hair with light eyes, but am willing to negotiate. Box 1384
That sounded particularly interesting. I dialed the box number and sat back to listen.
I could hardly believe my ears. First of all, her voice was so sexy. It didn't even seem like she was trying, either. And then what she was saying was enticing, too. She was really into sports, both watching and playing. She felt equally comfortable eating at Taco Bell and at a fancy restaurant. She was a marketing rep for a telecommunications firm that sold voice mail products. She didn't qualify herself as desperate for turning to a personal ad. She just said she was open minded and wasn't going to cut down her options.
In her description of her ideal male, she almost perfectly described me. The only thing she left out was my name. It was really uncanny. The clincher was that she liked men that were honest and open "to a fault." Now I fit that perfectly. There was a saying among my friends in college: "if anybody thinks a thought which should not be said because it would be inappropriate due to the circumstances, Jeff will say it."
In fact, I have always prided himself on my honesty. I am extremely blunt. I don't mince words. Which was why I was single now and not still dating Michele. She just couldn't deal with it. Drove her crazy.
So I debated with myself for two days on whether or not to call and leave a message for this girl. I was just at the lower end of her age spectrum (I turned 23 two weeks ago). Finally, I decided that it couldn't hurt to try. Hell, if she was strong enough to leave a message, I was strong enough to reply.
I got home from work and dialed the number to leave a message. "Hi, my name is Jeff. I listened to your voice ad. It's pretty uncanny, but you basically described me. All you lacked was my name. A little about myself: I'm 5'11", 170 pounds. I have dark brown hair and green eyes. My favorite activities are sports. I play just about every one there is.
My favorites are tennis, football, and skiing. I played football for the University of Michigan for two years before I had to quit due to an injury. I also really like to watch movies, both at home and in a cinema." I then told her about the saying my friends had about me at college. Finally, I left my phone number in case she was interested.
***
Nothing happened for two weeks. I wondered what was going on, and toyed with leaving another message. But I thought better and even started to curse myself for leaving the message in the first place. I walked into my apartment and saw that there was a message on my answering machine. I put my briefcase down on the counter, fixed myself a sandwich, and listened to the message while eating the sandwich.
It was her. Pam. She had been out of the country on a business trip and so she wasn't able to check and answer her messages. She apologized profusely. She then indicated that she was interested in meeting me. She left her number and requested that I return her call.
After the answering machine shut off, I wasted no time. The sandwich in my hand, long forgotten, dropped to the floor immediately as both hands reached for the phone. I listened as the phone rang... once... twice... three times. Finally, it was answered... by her answering machine. I waited, and after the tone, left a message. I was just concluding the message when she picked up the phone.
"Hi, Jeff! I was hoping you'd call. I just walked in from work." That sexy voice was there again.
"Hi, Pam. I thought we might be playing more phone tag. How are you?" I replied.
We got the preliminary stuff over, and then settled down to a deep discussion that ranged over a number of topics. Compatibility didn't seem to be a problem. We got along great. Finally, about 4 hours later, we decided that we should get together and meet in person. We threw about plans until we decided on meeting at a small restaurant. We set the time for the next evening, then hung up.
I couldn't concentrate at all the next day at work. Mostly, I just sat there and stared off into space. I tried to picture what she looked like in my mind, using the description she gave. Of course, there were many possible variations based on that information, but I settled on the best-case and worst-case scenario. I knew that she'd be somewhere in between them, but I hoped closer to the best. Time crawled, but finally I finished up and went home to change my clothes.
I looked into my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. "I feel like a girl. I'm looking into a closet full of clothes, but I can't figure out what to wear," I muttered to myself. Finally, I decided to go somewhat casual, so I grabbed a pair of jeans and a nice shirt. That would have to do. Besides, it's what I normally wore, so if she didn't like it, she wasn't for me. That part was easy.
I drove to the cafe. It seemed like forever before I got there. I parked my car in the little lot behind the restaurant, and scanned the other cars in the lot, trying to figure out which was hers. I finally gave up and walked into the restaurant.
The restaurant was essentially empty. There was one person at the counter, and he definitely wasn't my date for the evening. I glanced down at my watch, and noted that I was about 10 minutes early. So I grabbed a seat, a booth in the back, and sat down and tried to relaxed. My heart was beating a little faster than normal. I ordered a Coke and started watching the door, looking for her.
One minute dragged into five. Five into ten. Still no sign. I thought back to the phone conversation the previous night. I was sure that I was in the right place at the right time. At least I was if my memory served me correctly. "Oh, stop it," I chided myself. "You're just nervous. She'll be here."
And indeed she was. I recognized her immediately as she walked in the door. I waved to her, catching her eye. She strode to the back of the restaurant where I was seated. Being a gentleman, I stood up and introduced myself. We shook hands and met eyes. Time seemed to freeze. We didn't notice the waiter approach us to ask if the lady would like a drink; we just stood there frozen in the handshake. Finally, the waiter was able to break the spell and we sat down.
My scenarios were wrong. She didn't look anything like the girl that I had pictured. Initially, she wasn't even close to my best-case scenario. But there was something undeniably sexy about her. It might have been the way she carried herself, the way she walked, that gleam in her eyes. Her smile definitely helped. She had a beautiful smile. It lit up her entire face. I also noticed that she had incredible legs.
Although she was walking toward me, I could still tell. And I could tell that they were really smooth and creamy. She had kind of pale skin, with just a hint of a tan. Those blue eyes were extremely beautiful, too. They were at once open and seemingly innocent, but lurking behind there was a certain kind of mischief. My heart nearly thumped in my chest now that she was there.
We dove into the conversation at once. Soon, our food was served, but the conversation never stopped. Our mothers had always told us to eat with our mouths closed and to never talk with our mouth full, but tonight all rules were off. We sat there and talked for about two hours. Finally, we decided that we should go. I opened the door for her, and on the way out I suggested that we go for a walk around one of the small lakes downtown. She looked at the sunset and then at me and said yes.
We started out around the lake, amazed by the beauty of the setting sun reflected off the smooth lake. The setting was almost too perfect, like some scene out of a Harlequin romance. As we walked, we slowly edged closer together. I finally decided that I would try my luck (although, it really wasn't that much of a chance) and I put my arm around her. She immediately moved closer to me so that my arm would reach farther around her. I rested his hand on the rise of her hip. Several things exploded in my mind.
This just feels so natural, so good, so right. There was also a huge, quasi-electric spark that hit my brain when I first rested my hand on her hip. I was sure that if my brain really was a microchip, there would be smoke rising from it from overload. Before I really even realized what I was doing, I had turned her around to face me, and I was kissing her. About 5 seconds into the kiss I realized what I was doing. And if there would have been smoke before, the whole thing would have blown up now.
I placed my lips on hers, and felt her hesitate for a moment, surprised. Then she returned my kiss with full force. All romantic feelings we felt for each other were set aside during that kiss in favor of the unbridled lust we felt for each other. The kiss became more and more intense, and soon our tongues were dancing together. We also were hugging each other tightly.
We broke the kiss and stood there looking at each other for a moment. We walked arm in arm for a while longer before she dragged me off the path toward an apartment building. She dug in her pocket for her keys, explaining that she lived there. She finally found the key, and soon we were on our way up the stairs to her apartment.
She unlocked the two locks and opened the door. We walked in through the entryway, and she locked the door behind us. She walked into the kitchen and stopped, looking around, seemingly puzzled. That's all the farther she got.
I met her with a kiss in the middle of the kitchen. Again, our kiss became almost desperate. As my tongue explored her mouth I could hear her little moans of passion. I pressed into her, kissing her more deeply. That only made her hotter. We started to grind together as we kissed.
My hands ranged southward to cup her ass. I gave it a couple of gentle squeezes and felt her respond against me. She didn't waste any time: she slid one hand around and started rubbing my growing erection through my pants. I let out a sigh of pleasure.
I took that as a cue that I could progress further. I let go of her ass and started massaging her breasts through the sheer blouse she wore. But that wasn't quite good enough, so I unbuttoned her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders without even breaking the kiss. The blouse dropped to the floor around our feet. I reached back and unsnapped her bra with one hand. That prompted her to break the kiss. "Impressive." I smiled back with pride and looked down to see what I was uncovering.
Her breasts were about medium sized, with dark nipples that were hard and pouty. They sagged just enough to give credence to their size. I played with the edges of her breasts. I worked my way inward until I was almost at the nipple, then I worked my way back out. Meanwhile, I had kissed my way from her mouth back to her ear. I began to nibble and suck on her earlobe.
I could tell that Pam was trying to shift her breasts in my hands so that I would have to touch her nipples. It seemed like she was aching for him to touch them. I continued to nibble on her ear and tease her breasts. She was breathing harder now. I then moved down to her neck, still kissing and nibbling. That drew moans from her. It was time for the kill.
I paused with my hands, then pinched both of her nipples firmly. I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. She uttered a small shriek. She began to tremble as I rolled her nipples. She moaned once more, then slumped against me. "Oh my God. That was so good! Enough of this... I want you now!" she said between pants. I was only too happy to oblige. I backed her up against the kitchen table and started working on the zipper on her skirt. I unfastened it and let it drop to the floor. With a flip of her leg, Pam kicked the skirt so that it ended up right next to her blouse.
I marvelled at her panties. They were black and lacy, hiding just enough to be extremely sexy. I then slid those down her legs, caressing her legs on the way down, and finding that my observations about them were right on the money. They were extremely creamy and smooth. I kissed her legs on the way back up. She unbuttoned my shirt, removed it, and threw it on the floor. My pants were next, although she did have some trouble unbuttoning them in her frenzy. My boxers soon followed. She looked down and stared at my erect penis. I'm not overly long, but I am pretty big around.
I kissed down to her breasts and started kissing each nipple. I alternated pinching them between my lips and sucking on them. I left a trail down to her bellybutton and stuck my tongue in it. That elicited a moan and a little giggle. As I kissed down further, I lifted her up on the table so that she was sitting on the edge. As I neared her pubic mound, I could smell her musky aroma and it drove me wild. I immediately dove in with my tongue. I licked along the lips, feeling her tremble with pleasure. Her taste was unusual, but delicious nevertheless. I made a couple of laps around her lips before I used my hands to part them. I glanced up and down the rift, seeing her clitoris and the opening farther south. I saved the latter for later, and feverishly attacked her clit.
As soon as my tongue touched her clit, she jumped, almost knocking me over, "Ohmigod!!" I slowly swirled around her clit, using my hands to try to keep her hips in one place. I pushed down and around on her clit, eliciting excited moans that bordered on screams. I started being more firm on her clit, working in some sucking. Again she started trembling uncontrollably, so I had to stop. "If you stop right now, I'll kill you!" she screamed at me. Faced with that, I dove back in. I have one long suck on her clit and she mashed her pussy into my face, letting out a load moan. She hit my face two more times before she relaxed, slumping back on the table.
I then noticed that my face and chest were drenched. I've been with some women that were "moist", but after this one I felt like I'd been through a rain forest. Not that I'm complaining. Her scent surrounded me and drove me even crazier.
She looked at me, dripping with her juices, and motioned me over to her. She took my penis in her hands and drew it to her mouth. She gave me a couple of long strokes which nearly sent me over the edge. She was talented with that tongue! She took me out of her mouth and proceeded to drag me onto the table by my erection. Of course, I followed without a moment's hesitation.
When I was finally up there, she shoved me onto my back (she wasn't taking no for an answer). She the clenched teeth. My reply was unintelligible. It felt so good. She was so wet and so tight at the same time. It was indescribable.
She sat there for the longest time, with a look of total contentment on her face. "Just keep this thing inside of me and world peace will arrive in our lifetime," it seemed to say. Then agonizingly slowly, she began to move up and down. Her moans became a long low lustful groan.
Looking back, I was afraid that my face would be frozen like that because of muscle cramps. I tried to keep up with her pace, but even as athletic as I am, she quickly out paced me. I just couldn't keep up. Not that I really needed to. She was doing enough work for a threesome.
I was concentrating so intently on the passion in my hips and her expression of total bliss that I almost didn't hear the small moans and screams that she was emitting as she experienced small orgasms. They seemed to emerge from a fog.
Finally, I just couldn't take any more. "OH GOD I'M CUMMING!" I yelled as I started pumping furiously up into her.
At the critical point, I thrust upward and held my hips up. I was in that position for what seemed like an eternity before my body finally let go of the tension that had built up. My orgasm felt more intense as I could feel the streams of semen pouring out of me.
And apparently that was all she needed to go over the edge. "Oh, yes, your hot come feels so goood!" she screamed back at me as she trembled faster and faster. She arched her back, threw herself back down on my penis one more time, and froze.
She then slowly relaxed and finally slumped against me.
Totally exhausted, she allowed all of her weight to rest on me. I just laid there and held her, caressing her back. We stayed like that for about 10 minutes before she raised her head. I leaned my head up and kissed her. She broke the kiss and smiled at me. "That was beautiful!" And all I could do was nod in agreement.
She suggested that w we would be more comfortable. I agreed, and we started shifting around to get down from the table. We heard a huge creak, and the table finally gave out. One of the legs broke and the table collapsed.
We got up from the floor where we had been unceremoniously dumped and looked at the poor table. It had held up just long enough. "Forget it, it was an old table. Besides, it was more than on the kitchen table. We made love all night, finally falling asleep at about 5 am. It took every ounce of will I possessed to leave her when the alarm went off. I went home, showered, dressed, and went to work.
Now whenever my coworkers read the personals for kicks during lunch, I just sit there and smile to myself. And when they ask me how I met my new girlfriend, I just smile at them, and tell them the answer is in their hands.

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