Sunday, September 12, 2010

crazy sex story-[I-22]—...general...-(blowjobs-swallowing)-part-1-of-1_general erotica

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Crazy Sex story

Part-1-of-1

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Well, I guess its what I get for getting married at the age of 26. I've come to the conclusion that my wife, Amber and I are sexually incompatible, and I'm only 27.

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Allow me to explain. Amber and I met in college and dated for 5-years. The sex was good at first, not great, but good. You know, the typical getting to know you sex that is fun with pretty much anyone. As time went on, things started to slow down and after we were engaged, things really started to slow down. Now after the marriage, things have pretty well stopped. I'm so fucking wound up I don't know what to do. I'm like a dog looking for someone’s leg to hump.
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Sexually, I'm a freak. I want to do it all. I love threesomes, foursomes, orgies, strap ons, toys, hell I'm even bi curious. Porn, crazy positions, sex in public, sex in offices, face sitting, sign me the hell up. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not going to let someone pee or shit on me but you get the idea that I'm not exactly a prude. I've discussed these things with my wife, Amber only to get the whole, "eh, doesn't sound interesting."
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I'm sure they would say the opposite, but why can’t women really love sex the way we men do? Yeah, I know, some women do, but only a small percentage, fact is, men are never more than a couple seconds away from thinking about women’s breasts, pussies, ass, or mouth.

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Women, on the other hand are thinking about how much money this pig is gonna make this year and if he doesn’t do better than last year I’ll divorce him, kidnap his kids and brainwash them against their father, rob him oaf everything he has made so far and half of his future. Tell all his old friends how bizarre and fucked up you have become.

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I just wanna find a gal who has some original thoughts, loves to laugh, and loves to orgasm, whether she’s wearing a little nightgown or nothing, or even in a cocktail dress, nylons and high heels can still manage to rub one out with me in the coat room.

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Now, my wife, Amber has the fucking life. I cook, clean, do the laundry, work my ass off at my job, and after work bust my ass in the gym to keep my body looking good. I ‘man-scape’ the hair on my crotch and take very good care of my body, no fast food, no soda, and if I drink, its only on occasion. I hate to watch sports but love to play them, not sit on the couch and watch TV all day, so, I don't think it is me in that department.
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So, I ask myself, "Maybe I suck at sex." Then I think back to some of my past partners (15-if you care to know). About 5-of them really stand out as amazing sex. I mean dirty talking, porn star sex that lasts for hours. With my wife, she cums one time and that is it! What the fuck! My past sexual hookups have been able to cum at least 7 to 8-times and that was on an off night. So, I don't think it is me in that department either.

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I compliment her, support her, buy her things and spend time with her. I've bought lingerie for her to try and spice things up. Nothing, nada, zip! I don't think she’s cheating or anything like that. I just want to know what the hell is going on! Are we so sexually incompatible that I'm doomed to a complete lack of sex until the day I die? They’re going to have to throw me in the fucking loony bin.

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Oh, one other thing. My wife and I get along very well. We don't fight and rarely do we argue. We are best friends it is just that we are lacking BIG TIME in the sex department. HELP!
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Not liking the single life, the ink wasn’t even dry on our divorce decree before Amber immediately re-married.

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The phone rang.
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It was Amber. She’d called me 4-times that night already. Even though she was slurring badly I recognized her voice instantly. I knew what she was calling to tell me, because she'd already done so 4-times that night, but I adored her so I acted like this was her first call of the night, just like I had the previous calls.
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"Yes, I know you love me. Where are you sweetheart?" I paused my video game, cracked open my next beer and prepared myself to have this conversation all over again.
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"I'm driving to your house, I need to talk to you. I'm not pregnant. I took 2-tests."
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"I know, that's good news though right?"
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"It's good news but I'm still sad."
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"Well, we can talk about that when you get here, just watch where you’re driving and be careful."
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"I'm fine, stop worrying."
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"You're drunk and all fucked up on XENIX and weed and you have no business driving so don't fucking tell me not to worry." She hated it when I'd preach at her.

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"If I wanted another Dad I'd fucking still be talking to mine, and if I wanted another fucking husband I'd be at home with him so just shut the fuck up and stop harping at me!"
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I hung up.
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Grand Theft Auto was not the easiest video game in the world and now that I was semi-sure that Amber was on her way I just couldn't seem to concentrate on the game that I'd been so wrapped up in before the phone rang. So I shut it off and rolled another joint and kicked back in my lay-z-boy recliner chair. As I smoked it, I sat and thought about Amber, and the night that was in store for me. Morosely I just sat in the dark room and reflected for a while on how my sweet innocent ex-wife could have turned into such a slut and a drug addict.

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I smoked the joint, drank a couple of beers, and simply reflected on the strange relationship that I was having with Amber since our divorce. Amber was, and always will be, The Love of My Life. Looking at her was like looking at a mirror. She was a beautiful mess, I was a horrible mess, and we shared one common philosophy; that we were going to do whatever we wanted ‘cuz’ life was too short, and to hell with the consequences. And what we wanted was each other, each other and oceans of booze and in her case, dope and pills. And now that we were divorce, hours and hours of filthy sex.
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The doorbell signaled her arrival and I staggered to the front door to find my Goddess leaning heavily against the doorframe. She was wasted and leering hornily at me like the she-demon that had first entranced me some 10-years before. Her dirty blonde hair was tangled and fell around her shoulders in a wonderful mess, and when her droopy blood-shot eyes found mine I fell in love with her all over again, for the hundred-and-first time.

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In no time flat I'd scooped her tiny frame up into my arms and slammed her hard into my hallway wall. Before she could speak a word I'd pinned her against that hall, yanked a fistful of her hair, and bit her neck until I was about to taste blood.

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She struggled against me, she always did at first, can't have the husband seeing those bite marks after all, but the struggle was only a calculated distraction so that I could tear the slutty hot pants off of her, right over her slutty boots, and toss them over my shoulder to land forgotten on the hallway floor. There in my hallway I climbed on top of her in a mad race to rut like a sex crazed jackal. She bit me hard on the shoulder while I positioned my self over her.
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Then she suddenly started to struggle as she squirmed out from under me and scrambled to her feet, racing right down the hall towards the bathroom, stumbling and bouncing off the hallway wall along the way. It was all I could do to hope that my Goddess wouldn't break her fucking leg drunk sprinting to my bathroom.

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I followed Amber, and found her in the midst of the sexiest fucking activity I'd ever seen. Naked from the waste down except for her big black boots she was puking God knows how many anti-depressants into my toilet. She was far too trashed to even care about her hair, and some of it dangled down into the toilet water while she retched forcefully.

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Without missing a beat, I moved up behind her and fucked her, vigorously and forcefully enough to probably warrant a sexual assault charge. From there we moved to my bedroom and I ravaged her for over an hour.
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After wards as we lay there gasping for breath, we realized that we were both hungry. Chicago Joe's was her idea. I'd have been perfectly happy staying at my apartment, but Amber wanted to go out. She hadn't eaten in some time and all I'd had to eat that day was a couple of pot-laced brownies. I'd been drinking heavily since about 9-o' clock that morning so eating anything held zero appeal for me. To prepare myself for the trip I'd pulled a frosty bottle of Jack Daniels from my freezer and chugged about 4-big mouthfuls without stopping for a breath. When I finally stopped and put the bottle back Amber was standing right behind me with a shocked look painted onto her pretty face.
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"Oh my fucking god that is disgusting," she slurred at me as I turned to face her.
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"Yeah, I know."
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"Are you ever gonna slow down?"
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"Well, I'll die at some point, that'll slow me down."
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"Just slow down tonight, OK? No more booze until we're back from dinner. You’re already fucking trashed and we haven't even left yet." This from a girl that was so screwed up on pills that she had to lean on my kitchen counter in order to reprimand me for my drinking. She was right, of course, I was fucking trashed but I could function. She was so fucked up on pills that every word seemed like a huge effort and I figured that since she was driving us to Chicago Joe's we'd most likely either wind up in the emergency room or jail.
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"I'll stop drinking tonight if you’ll promise me that you won't take any more fucking pills."
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"I won't."
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"Then we have a deal." I kissed her knowing full well that our ‘deal’ was as long lived as our common sense.
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Surprisingly enough, we made the trip to Chicago Joe’s without incident. Once we found our table and ordered appetizers (and my stupid diet Coke) it took her about 5-minutes to ask where the bathroom was.
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"It's around that corner, you can leave your purse here. I'll watch it while you're gone."
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She didn't like the sound of that one bit. "I'll just take it, I have my make-up in it so I'll need it." She was always so natural when she was full of shit. God dammit I loved that about her.
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"Well, why don't you just leave your pills here with me? If I'm gonna sit here and drink diet Coke then you can go without eating some pills for 10-minutes."
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"I don't have anymore pills!" She assured me with a straight face.
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"Sweetheart, listen to me. We’re both fucking wasted, but I can drink all night long and I won't ‘fucking’ die. But if you keep eating pills, you could die."
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"Shut the fuck up,” and with those sweet words my Lover stumbled off to the bathroom, with her purse.
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As soon as she was out of sight I bolted up to the bar with my diet Coke. "Hey!" I urgently flagged the bartender. "I need a glass of Jack Daniels and spike this shit too."
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With one hand I poured about half the diet soda down the bar's sink while I quickly downed the glass of whiskey with the other. The bartender filled the half-empty diet soda glass with booze, and I managed to make it back to the table about 3-minutes before Amber returned.
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Three A.M. came far too soon, as it always did with us. From the moment we’d re-connected after our divorce, we'd tick away the countdown until we had to say Goodnight, and our Goodnights lasted almost as long as our marathon fuck sessions did. As usual, we were clenched together tightly and dreading the instant that we'd have to snap away from our Dream lives and deal with the real World.
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For me it was always both terribly easy and horribly frustrating. All I had to do was let go and carry on with my Lunacy.

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Amber on the other hand had to put on her Game Face and do the Family Thing.
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Often as I replay our nights together, I remind myself that regret is for nerds, remorse is for losers, and at some point in our lives we have to acknowledge and accept who we are. Me, I’m an alcoholic but Amber is a truly horrible person. The majority of her words are outright lies, her promises are paper-thin, and she is almost as reliable as the weather. The worse thing that ever happened to her present husband and me was when we married her.

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As I watched Amber walk to her car, I thought how intoxicating her kisses were, how hypnotic her touch was, and truly alive she was when she laughed. Amber is a truly wonderful person.
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The end…

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curtis-[E-16]--general-part-1 thru 5-of-5

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Curtis
Part-1-of-5
We meet
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I first met Curtis when I was 16 and was out with a friend at a club in Harker Heights called Cody's. It was a Country and western club, but also played a mixture of music. My friends were always older than me and thought I was cool so they usually took me out with them whenever I could go. This particular night it was just Donna and I. I had a fake ID and even though I was only 16, I was able to pass for 18 and get in.
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When I was out with Donna, she always made sure that I could drink. We would have a couple of drinks while we were getting ready at her house, so usually I already had a little buzz by the time we would arrive at the club. As soon as we’d get to the club, Donna would buy a drink and headed for the bathroom. I would be waiting for her in a stall to down whatever she brought me. We also would drink on our way out.
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Donna was 8-years older than me and divorced with 2 kids. We met because I used to baby-sit her nephews and then when she moved to town, her kids. We really hit it off and became fast friends. Since she was new in town and didn’t know anyone her own ago so we started doing things together. We always had fun together with or without her kids, so even though there was an age difference we kept socializing together.
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This particular night there was a guy at the bar that I had seen before but never talked to. He was about 6-feet tall, 180, blue eyes, blonde hair and had the best looking butt that I’ d ever seen in a pair of wranglers, not to mention his cowboy hat and mustache. One look and I decided that this was the night that I was going to approach him and ask him to dance.
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And, with alcohol feeding my bravery I did just that. When I walked up to him he was casually leaning against the bar by himself sipping his beer. Walking up to him I said, "Hey...you ‘wanna’ dance?" With a smiled, he placed his beer on the bar, grabbed my hand, and without saying a word led me towards the dance floor. When we stepped out onto the dance floor, it was like we had been dancing together for years. The whole time he said nothing and I'm thinking, “OK, he can dance but he needs help with his people skills.” Finally the song ended and he leaded me off the dance floor and back to his little spot at the bar. Then he tells me thanks and proceeds to pick up his beer and continue to drink.
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Feeling ignored, I walked off thinking, “Boy what an ass.” Returning to the opposite end of the bar where Donna was sitting, I tell her what a jerk he was. Donna just laughed, the laugh of someone who knew. You see she’d been in an abusive relationship so she trusted no one. She thought all guys were jerks, but just couldn't live without them.
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As we sat there talking she would let me know when he was looking at me from across the bar, or when he was dancing with someone else. But I was so angry that I never let myself look his direction. If he wanted to dance with me again then he would have to make the first move.
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And finally he did. It was around midnight when Donna informed me that the Jerk was on his way over. I made sure that we were talking about something when Curtis finally stopped beside me. He stood there for a few minutes, then smiled at Donna and introduced himself to her. When she held out her hand he bent over and kissed it. She had gotten more from him just sitting there than I did while dancing.
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He finally laughed and asked me if I was going to sulk all night or if I was going to dance again with him. I turned to give him a piece of my mind but when looked up into his eyes and couldn't resist, I decided to dance.
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For the rest of the night we danced and talked, completely ignoring Donna. But, thank goodness, she’d found someone to dance with, so she didn't mind.
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Curtis knew that I was young, but almost choked on his beer when I told him the truth that I was only 16. You see he was 34, and he just couldn't get over the fact that I was only 16. He referred to me as ‘jail-bait’ and said, “That settled things. We may be able to be friends but no more.” we could be friends and dance, but we could never see or do anything together outside the club.
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He also told me that he lived with someone and was usually faithful to her. He was there alone because they were just different. She didn't enjoy the bar scene but didn't mind if he went. She understood that he loved to dance and since she thought that was all he was doing, she had no problem with it. I was disappointed, but understood his position. Understood perhaps but didn’t accept. So began my quest to make him forget that we could be nothing more than friends.
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A month later, Donna and I drove to Curtis's place of employment and I left a rubber duck on his truck with a note that said, “I’m thinking of you.“ Well, what I didn't bargain on was Nan, his girlfriend being with him. Later he told me about her athletic fete of jumping across the hood to take the note from his windshield, before he could reach it. Curtis said that it really was a funny sight to see, a grown woman in heels and a formal dress jumping across his hood. He said that he tried not to laugh, so as not to excite her any more than I had already done.
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After that I became "Ducky", thanks to Nan.
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Curtis and I continued to play this game of cat and mouse for the next several months. When I was at the club we would always dance, and I was always trying to cop a feel, sometimes with success and sometimes not. During our many conversations I found out that he had a weakness for Red, as in panties, bras and lingerie. So to give me something new to fight with, I went out and bought a red lace camisole with matching panties.
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So the first weekend after I made my purchase I wore them to the club and was fully prepared to use it against him...literally.
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Donna and I laughed while we were getting ready to go out. She knew what I was trying to do and thought I was crazy to be so determined to get him. She agreed that he was good looking, but she thought I could have more success looking elsewhere. But despite what Donna said I wasn't giving up without a fight.
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At first when we got to the club I didn't spot him and was feeling disappointed because I wore my pretty new red lingerie for nothing. Then I felt someone walk up behind me and lean down to whisper something in my ear. And that is when he saw what I was wearing. Instead of saying whatever it was that he intended say, he uttered some curse, then turned abruptly and strode away with out saying a word.
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His actions were so confusing that at first I didn't know whether to follow or just wait for him to calm down. From his reaction I thought he was pissed. Finally, I thought what the Hell and walked up to the bar, straight to where he was sitting. The way that he was sitting on the stool with his legs slightly parted, was all the invitation that I needed. I walked right between his open legs and pressed myself against him.
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The first words out of his mouth were to ask, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” With a laugh, I told him that, “I was thinking of you when I bought it.” I had it on under a blue western shirt that I had unbuttoned halfway down. When I caught him sneaking another peek, I told him that, “I also have matching panties, but since I didn't wear panties under my jeans, they were still at home.” When Curtis groaned, I laughed. It was then that I knew that sooner or later Curtis would be mine.
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That night we danced only with each other and rubbed and felt each other all we could out on the dance floor. I even got a goodnight kiss.
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Time progress and Curtis and I have now known each other for 7-months. I have even met Nan and spent the night at their house. Which since I considered myself the other woman was really strange.
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Curtis was the technical director at a civic center and was responsible for lining up workers when productions came to town. One night he asked Donna and me if we wanted to earn some extra money, doing something totally different and fun. We both laughed and said, “Sure, why not?” Curtis told us that we would be working really hard and with a lot of other people. It would be a long day, but fun in the end.
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He said that because we would be working on Friday night before the Saturday night production and it would be late when we finished that we could stay at his house so we could get a little more sleep before we had to be there Saturday morning. I was excited but apprehensive until he said that Nan told him to ask us. During this whole time I would call him occasionally to see if he was going dancing and usually Nan would answer the phone. She knew how old I was, so thought because of my age she didn't have anything to worry about between us. She felt safe that Curtis and I were just friends.
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Curtis was right; we’d never worked as hard as we did those two days. But he was also right; it was a lot of fun. I’d never been to a live production like that, much less help set one up and then break it back down.
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The night at his house was uneventful. We all ate together and then took turns taking showers. While Nan was in their bathroom in their bedroom, I headed toward the guest bathroom in the hall. When I caught a glimpse of Curtis watching me from his bedroom, I just smiled sweetly as I stepped in and shut the door.
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Another couple of months passed and I was getting bolder and bolder. A couple of times I just came right out and told him that he might as well take me home because sooner or later it was going to happen. All I got in response was a laugh. We continued to dance and talk each time we were both at the club and I continued to call him.
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One day while we were on the phone he started laughing and I asked him what was going on. He said that Nan had just come out of the bathroom in her rob and flashed him. I too laughed because she was trying desperately to distract him from his conversation with me. Before we hung up I told him that I had a new red lace bra and that I would have it on later that night at the club. He groaned when I told him that if he were a good boy I would let him see it.
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That night at the club when he was sneaking peeks at my new bra, I felt things started to shift between us. I could see and feel his wall crumbling. And when it finally did come tumbling down I was going to be there ready to take full advantage of it. And it did just that a few months later.
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Curtis
Part-2-of-5
My birthday
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For my 17th birthday Donna was taking me out to celebrate. I told my parents that I was spending the weekend at her house. They knew that I babysat for her and they liked her they had no objections.
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That night I told Donna that this was the night; I was going to get Curtis to take me home with him. I had talked to him earlier in the week and knew that Nan was going to be out of town on business and wouldn't be back until sometime the next week. I also had set it up for him to be out there by telling him that a celebration wouldn't be the same without someone to dance with.
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I took extra time getting ready and made sure that I wore the red lace see thru camisole, a new purchase for myself, under my shirt, and that my shirt was unbuttoned far enough so that Curtis could catch a glimpse of it. I always got ready at Donna’s house. I would shower at my house and then take my clothes and makeup to her house to do my hair, makeup and get dressed. It was just we girls and we were comfortable enough with each other that I was usually only in bra and shorts. Donna was very small breasted and usually didn't wear a bra so for the most part she would get ready just wearing panties. I hated wearing panties under my jeans, so when I’d get dress I’d always pull my shorts off and pull my jeans on over my naked body We drank and laughed the whole time that we were getting ready about what I was going to do and she said that she would help all she could.
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When Donna and I got to the bar around 9:00, I already had a buzz going from all the drinking that we did getting ready and on our way to the bar. When we walked in, Curtis was at his usual spot at the bar and not surprising there was a girl standing next to him talking to him. That I did not like so I walked straight to him, boldly slid between his legs and kissed him. Then I looked at the girl and said, “Hi.” She looks me over, said, “hello.” Then turned and walked away. With a laugh Curtis asked, “What the hall was that for?”
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“Because, for tonight,” I answered, “You’re mine and no one is going to dance with you but me.’ He laughed as he took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor. We danced the next set without taking a break and worked up a pretty good sweat. Donna had requested a really slow song and dedicated it to me for my birthday, which everyone thought was my 19th, according to my fake ID.
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At the end of that song Curtis again took my hand and led me back to his bar stool and pulled me between his legs and kissed me. But this time a really kiss, and then said, "I'm in trouble, but I think you already knew that, didn't you"? I just smiled and unbuttoned my shirt one more button until I was sure that I had his full attention. When in frustration, he mumbled some curse under his breath, I laughed.
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As the night went on I asked him if he had any plans for the next day. He said, “ no, why are you asking?” I just smiled and again said nothing.
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At the end of the night as he was walking me out to Donna's car, which I made sure was parked next to his truck, I told him, “You might as well face it, you’re taking me home with him.” He tried to mount a good defense about why he couldn't but I told him, “Think of all the reasons that you want why you can’t take me home. It won’t do you any good, you’re taking me anyway.” He laughed and when we got to Donna's car instead of opening her door, he opened his truck door and told me to, “Get in.”
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When Donna quit laughing, Curtis told her that he would bring me back to her house later. I told her not to worry that it wouldn’t be until morning. As we drove out of the parking lot Curtis said, “This has to be the stupidest thing that I’ve ever done.” And then he made me show him my real drivers license. He just wanted to be sure that I still wasn’t lying about my age.
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As we drove from Harker Heights to Temple we talked about nothing and everything. He told me that he had been married before and that was enough, he would never marry again. He told me also that Nan understood that and gave him his freedom and that he loved her for that. He said that he had only been unfaithful to her once before. He must have been feeling guilty because he told me that since she wasn’t pressuring him to marry she deserved better and that he’d vowed that it would never happen again. As he was talking I was casually rubbing his leg and the inside of his thigh. As he pushed my hand away, he told me, “You’d better quit or we might not make it to my house.”
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When we pulled into his driveway Curtis asked me, “Are you sure? It’s not too late to change my mind>“ I let him know how sure I was and that this is what I wanted by kissing him. We got out of the pickup, walked up the steps, and he unlocked the door. He bolted the door behind us, and we walked into the kitchen. He nervously got himself a drink of water and then asked me if I needed anything.
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Here was my chance, I boldly looked him in the eye and said "Only you naked and in me.” I thought he was going to choke on his water. Once he got his breath, Curtis said that there was no need to hurry or rush, we had all night. And since this would be the only night, he was going to take his time and do it right. After putting his glass in the sink, Curtis walked over, took my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom.
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Curtis led me straight to the bed and he began to slowly undress me. When he had my blouse off and my jeans down to my thighs, Curtis me back onto his bed and removed my boots. Even though I usually didn't like to wear them with jeans, that night I wore my new red panties. Once I was naked except for the red camisole and mew panties, Curtis lay down beside me on the bed beside me. He was so close that I almost lost it. Then his arms snaked around my neck and held his strong body against mine. Then he slowly kissed me. When he kissed me again it was on my eyelids instead of my lips. Then he sensuously worked his way down my body, to my breasts and took one of my nipples in his mouth. He ran his hands sensuously up my slim frame and cupped my breasts and gently squeezed them as he continued to suck my energized nipples.
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I pulled him closer and told him to suck harder. He was happy to comply and at the same time he placed his hand on my crotch and teased my clit with his finger.
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I finally broke free of his embrace I literally ripped his shirt off. After I got his boots 0ff, I tried to unbuckle his belt. He finally started laughing and began to help. I told him that if he didn't shut up and fuck me right now that I might go crazy. He said that he thought that I already was.
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After his underwear was off I noticed that he looked different. He told me that he wasn't circumcised. I’d never been with someone uncut before. He said that it just made him more sensitive to touch. Naturally I just had to find out for myself. I leaned down and flicked its little pee hole slit with my tongue. I guess his cock was a ‘grower’ instead of a ‘shower’, because it was rapidly growing in size. Then I pulled his foreskin back and ran my tongue around the base of its head where it joined the shaft. As I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, I noticed that it had huge rope like veins running up and down it’s length. When I moved up and put it into my mouth all he could do was groan.
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Pulling me away from his cock, he playfully takes off my red panties. Now my love mound is staring at him in all its naked glory. He fingers me a little bit. Then he stuck his tongue into my snatch to remind me how he got me soaking wet the last time. Now it was him that became impatient with me. The next thing I knew he flipped me over, I was on my back, legs parted, him between them. Grabbing me firmly by the hips, he rears back and drills her pussy. I’m so wet that almost immediately he’s hitting deep inside me. I feel him mount higher on my ass and really start to fuck me. As he’s roughly stroking in and out of me, he moans that he just couldn't wait any longer. Then there was no more talking just the in and out motion as I met him stroke for stroke. Then he grinds against my naked ass as he cums deep in my pussy.
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As soon as he stops cumming, he apologized for being so rough, and he promised that the next time we’d go slower. He seems harder than usual when he mounts me this time. He’s still going so fast that I guess this is another quickie. I hate ‘quickies,’ I’m always still horny afterwards. It didn't take long before we both cummed, quick and hard. Curtis said he felt like a kid, not being able to control himself and hold himself in check to make it longer. I told him not to worry that we had the rest of the night for him to prove how much of a man he was. Then we both laughed.
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I don’t let him finish up so fast this time. We fucked ourselves silly for about fifteen minutes, then we both cummed almost together. My orgasm was so intense that it hurt. God, I love fucking Curtis.
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We were so sated with sex that I slumped lifelessly against him. It was so nice the way he caressed his hand up my back and into my soft tangled hair. With a sigh I wrapped myself in his strong arms. I remember thinking as I drifted off sleep, how glad I was that I’d seduced Curtis and how wonderful our evening had been.
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Curtis
Part-3-of-5
Once again
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The next when we awakened, it was with bittersweet memories that we dressed and Curtis prepared to take me back to Donna's place. When he dropped me off, he said, “I’m older than you and I should have known better than to spend the night with you. Not only did I deserve better, but now I’ll also have to think of this every time we’re both at the bar and our eyes met.”
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Over the next several months Curtis and I continued to dance and talk. I knew that nothing could come of our time together, but I loved dancing with him. He was a really good dancer and something to look at. I dated other guys in between, but never took anyone with me when I knew that Curtis would be at the bar.
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Shortly after he and Nan bought a new house in Belton. One night at the bar I said that I wanted to see the new house. Nan was out of town again on business so he impulsively invited me over the next evening. We decided to skip the bar altogether and just stay in. This time I drove my truck over. Like before, I wore a new piece of Red lingerie under my jeans and shirt. And like before, I had my shirt unbuttoned down to my navel, a fact that wasn’t lost on Curtis while he was giving me the grand tour.
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When the tour ended in the bedroom, I did a cute little strip tease for Curtis. By the time I was down to my red lace panties and red camisole, we were both hot and ready. We had plenty of time so Curtis started slow and took his time. When Curtis grabbed me we tumbled onto the bed in each other’s arms. For a few minutes we wrestled around like a couple of teenagers. Then I pushed him over onto his back and prepared to mount him. As I straddled him, I guided his cock into my still wet pussy. As I lowered myself, his cock sunk all the way inside. When I started bouncing up and down, pumping his cock in and out of me, it felt so good that all I could do was whimper. When I cummed I wasn’t sure if I was going to cry, scream, faint, or all three. My juices covered his plunging member and drenched his balls.
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He grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples he blasted his cum deep inside me. When my orgasm ebbed I went limp and slumped over his chest as he spewed his remanding gunk into me and I savored the final sensations. “Oh god, that was good,” I cooed, as I envisioned the last drops of cum trailing along the walls of my pussy as his cock shrank and slowly slipped out of my pussy. Once it was over, I kissed him on the neck and whispered, “You really know how to fuck.”
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Once we caught our breath, I started teasing Curtis so much that he chased me through the house naked and caught up with me in the living room. He grabbed my wrist and pulled to him for a kiss. Before he realized what I was doing, I pushed Curtis into an easy chair and climbed into his lap and planted my lips on his. His lips instinctively responded and he kissed me back. Our tongues soon met and our hands started roaming over each other’s bodies.
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After a few minutes of heavy petting our mood was hot and sexy. It wasn’t long until my hand slid down and found his throbbing cock. I amplified his lust by using my hands. When he returned the favor things started getting out of hand, my head spinning with desire. It was all so kinky considering the location. I kissed his neck and tickled his ear with my tongue. When he did the same to me, it drove me crazy.
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Our tongues were still fighting and our hands were dancing over each other’s intimate parts. My eyes squinted shut my body shivered as his fingers teased my naked thighs. Pushing his exploration further, his fingers met my puff lips and at the same time his mouth covered mine. I knew then how much that I wanted him, and the look in his eyes told me that he wanted me too. Looking down I slowly guided the tip of his dick into my moist pussy.
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He wanted to show me just how much of a tease he could also be so only the tip of his cock slid ever so slowly in and out of me. His hands were still playing with my nipples when I moved up his body for a kiss. This caused his cock to enter me completely. I moaned as I felt him pierce my depth. Our bodies were already sweaty but we could have cared less, we were giving in to our wildest desire. His lips were on my nipples, and his hands were on the cheeks of my ass, pushing himself deeper inside me with each thrust of her hips.
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When he began thrusting faster and harder, I could feel my muscles contracting around his cock. My contracting pussy took him over the edge and he started shooting his load deep inside me. A few more thrusts and I collapsed against his chest.
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Curtis
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When we finished in the living room we headed for the kitchen to slake our thirst. Once our thirst was quenched we headed back to Curtis bedroom. As we were passing through the dining room, Curtis tried to put his arm around me. With a giggle I ducked under his arm and took off around their new dinning room table. As I scurried away Curtis popped me on my naked butt with the palm of his hand and gave chase. Amid laughs and giggles Curtis managed to smack me on the ass a couple of more times as we made two circuits around the table. When I felt his breath on the back of my neck, I pulled out one of the chairs to slowly him down. But pulling the chair in the aisle backfires on me. As I make my second lap, the chair slows me down enough that he’s able to grab my hair.
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Suddenly instead of running, Curtis and I are wrestling. As we thrash around his hand moves from my hair to my wrist. I can feel the dinning room table against my back as I continue to struggle, but Curtis is too strong. Almost effortlessly he pulls my arms behind my back and pins them there, then suddenly we’re kissing. Suddenly, Curtis reached behind me and raked everything, salt and peppershakers, sugar bowl, the works, off the table. Then his lips still pressed to mine Curtis pushes me back and I find myself with my naked butt on the edge of the table. Forcing my legs apart, Curtis placed the head of his cock against the luscious pink lips of my pussy. I couldn’t help moaning as he spread my insides open and slowly eased forward until the head of his cock was inside me.
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I was so excited that I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him forward, taking him all inside me. Bracing his legs, Curtis commenced pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. He was pumping so hard that my bare ass was smacking harder and harder against the tabletop with each thrust. Leaning back I felt my breasts seem to swell as delight as Curtis roughly caressing them. As he continued to pump in and out of her, he leaned forward and sent electric shocks through my body by biting my erect nipples.
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His cock exploded the same time as my own climax. My juices sprayed forth as I orgasmed with a greater intensity than I’d ever experienced before. Ropes of Curtis’s thick white cream were injected into me, mixing with my juices.
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As we were catching our breath Curtis said, “Nan would die if she knew what we’d just done on her new dining room table.” Then with a laugh he added, “Especially since we did it in her spot. “
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From there we continue on into the kitchen. Going to the refrigerator, Curtis got us both a bottle of daSani water. When I finished and moved over to set my empty on the kitchen counter, I sensed Curtis move up behind me. When I went to look over my shoulder, Curtis grabbed my hair and bent me face first over the counter. With one handed still wrapped in my hair, he gave me two or three hard swats on my naked ass with the other. My now red ass cheeks were burning as he pushed my legs apart as wide as my hips would allow. With no foreplay, I felt him ram his dick balls deep into my pussy. Soon I was almost screaming in pleasure as he rammed his cock faster and faster into my pussy. The harder he fuck the more turned on I was and the louder I screamed. It was a viscously long and merciless cycle and I loved it.
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By now we both felt like a shower so we headed for the bathroom in the master bedroom. Because I was company Curtis was nice enough to give me first crack at the shower. After I adjusted the water pressure and temperature I stepped under the spray and let the hot water work the kinks out of my sore muscles.
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Curtis
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While I lathered up with shampoo that was running down over my closed eyelids, I heard the shower door slide open. Shyly, I continued running my fingers through my hair, as I stood there with my eyes shut. I was young and naïve with limited sexual experience, so despite the fact that we’d just had wild kinky sex I was still embarrassed when Curtis joined me in the shower. So embarrassed that rather that look him in the face I demurely cast my eyes down. This meant that when he moved near me I was staring at his crotch, or more specific at his uncut cock. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back and let the needles of water wash the suds from my face. As I opened my eyes again they were still down cast towards his crotch. This whole uncircumcised thing was still so new to me and even semi-erect was so different than the cocks that I was use to that I timidly reached out and touched it. I giggled when it twitch with a life of its own when I touched it.
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Then I boldly took it in my hand so I could examine it better. I was mesmerized as I stood under the spray and holding Curtis’s uncut dick in my hand. I couldn’t believe how much fun it was to move his foreskin back and expose the big head of his dick. The head was so swollen with blood that it was almost purple. It looked like a plum perched on the end of his shaft. It was so damn cute that I just had to kiss it. From there it was just a matter of lowering myself to my knees and opening my lips to take it further into n my warm mouth.
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Smiling devilishly, I licked Curtis’s swollen knob as I massaged his big hairy balls. I languidly swirled my tongue around his cockhead. “Ah, shit that feels good!” groaned Curtis when his pre-cum came oozing out, and I massaged it into his throbbing shaft with my tongue. Pushing his prick back against his belly, I lowered my face and spit-shinned his balls. When I went back to mischievously sucking his eyes were closed. Grinning excitedly, I made a tight ring with my lips and began bobbing my head his shaft. As his cock moved in and out of my mouth, its head repeatedly bumping the back of my throat. As I felt his climax approaching I started sucking faster.
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My juices oozed down my thighs as I moaned around his cock as Curtis gripped my head and fucked my mouth. “I’m cumming,” he warned. At the last moment, I pulled back until only his knob was in my mouth. Then his cock quivered as his balls unloaded his load down my throat.
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I felt the steaming needles of water beating down on my back as Curtis still gasping for breath pulled me to my feet, and tipping my head back for a kiss. His tongue darted inside my mouth as he hugged me against his chest. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me closer until we were grinding against each other. Then he gently slid his hand between my legs and I felt his fingers caress my sensitive lips. He was so good with his hands that without thinking I stuck my crotch out to give better access.
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Pushing me back against the wall, Curtis continued to kiss me wildly. As Curtis braced his legs to take my weight, I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my crotch wantonly against his body. He was already sporting a huge erection when he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. When I started tickling his earlobe with my tongue, he placed the tip of his dick between my pussy lips rammed inside me. With a gasp I put my arms around his neck to keep from falling.
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I was pressed against the wall with my legs around Curtis’s waist and my arms around his neck and he was fiercely plunging in and out of me. Soon he was fucking me at an ever-increasing rate and was stabbing as deep as possible with each massive thrust. He continued to fuck me as I hung there in mid air, and I loved it. The angle was allowing him to hit my clit with each in ward stroke. He was fucking me senseless. As my body shivered in orgasm I was whispering in his ear not to stop. Altering his speed and the position of his legs to insure that his cock was reaching as deep as possible he continued to thrust. I was screaming out his name as he jammed his cock deeper and deeper.
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Curtis was so turned on that a few more strokes and he was shooting his load deep inside my hot wet pussy.
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I was still so damn horny that I don't argue when Curtis led me back to his bedroom. When we lay back down on the bed we were fresh and relaxed from our shower. We both knew that this would be our last time together without saying a word to each other. So the last time we did it we took it slow, memorizing each others bodies and making it last as long as possible.
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After a short rest, Curtis turned me over on my stomach and starting with my temples, massaged his way down my neck, to my shoulders, and down to my back. By the time he finished with my back rub I was so relaxed that I was dozing. Then as he told me what a nice firm shapely butt I have he caressed, kissed, and nibbled it until I can't hold still. All I could do was moan when he licked and kissed the crease where my butt and my legs join.
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When I was both limp as a dishrag and so aroused that I was about to bounce off the bed, he flipped me over and devote the same attention to my pussy that he’d shown my back and butt. He was very good with his hands. He almost drove crazy caressing my pretty pink pussy lips and a swollen clit. After he got me off with his fingers he moved down and used his mouth. He tongued my clit as I gyrated my hips my juices coating his face. Then I closed my eyes and shivered as a raging climax tore through my body.
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Rising to my knees, I started kissing my way down his Curtis’s chest, circling my tongue around his nipples. When my face was an inch from his rock hard cock, I started giving it little flicks of my tongue as I fondled his balls. Then looking him straight in the eye, I opened my mouth and took his erect dick into my mouth. Swallowing it whole, I felt the head press hard against the back of my throat. Pressing my lips tight around the base and I started bobbing my head up as down as I sucked. When he was on the verge of climaxing, I quickly wrapped my fingers around his cock. It only took a few strokes for him to explode all over my face. To his delight, I sucked and licked him clean.
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Curtis penetrated my hot juicy pussy from behind, and began to move in and out. All I could feel was his hands on my hips and my hot pussy squeezing around his hard-driving cock. He pulled out for a second to taunt me, and then he slipped it back into me with an easy plunge. Our bodies seemed to be a perfect fit. His cock was hitting my g-spot with almost every thrust as he plunged in and out of my pussy.
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My body trembled and I was almost howling as my orgasm hit. Hunching back I ground my crotch against the base of Curtis’s cock. Then I started working my hips, vigorously moving my pussy up and down his shaft. Soon I could feel Curtis’s cock spasm as his balls unloaded and he filled me to overflow with his juices. I could feel our combined juices oozing out and coating his cock. We were both sticky again. By the time we caught our breath Curtis and I were both so drenched in sweat and our combined juices that we headed back to the shower to rinse off. When we were both inside we lathered ourselves up. The silkiness all over us felt so good as we rubbed up against each other.
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As we toweled dry we moved back into Curtis’s bed and collapsed into each other’s arms and were almost instantly asleep.
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When I left the next morning Curtis and I kissed and said a melancholy goodbye. We knew that we would still see each other at the bar and that we’d still dance with each other, but nothing else.
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After that night whenever Curtis and I would see each other at the bar, even if I were with a date, we would always dance at least once and laugh about the things we had done to each other that one magical night.
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After I became engaged I introduced Curtis to my fiancé and he laughed. He couldn't believe that I was getting married. After his bad experience with his marriage, Curtis thought all marriages were a farce and no longer believed in the concept. He wished me nothing but the best, but he hated to see me make the same mistake that he did.
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The last time that I saw Curtis, him told me that if I ever needed anything, even if it was just someone to talk to, that he would always be there for me. He said that I knew where he lived.
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I laughed and said, “ yes...I know where you live.”
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The end
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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

best sex-[E-23]-(blowjobs-swallowing-facials-anal-missionary & dog style-eating pussy-girl/girl)-part-1-of-2

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**This is the disconnected ramblings of a lady musing about a long lost and obviously missed former lover.

The best sex I ever had
Part-1-of-

I’m a woman in my 30’s; I like my job clerical job at the local hospital and my creative endeavors on the side. Though I’ve gotten my fair share of compliments in life from past lovers and heckling construction workers, I am far from perfect in appearance, only an 8. But I do stay fit and keep up the basics, hair, nails, skin, and etc. I maybe too short for some guys, or maybe my breasts not big enough, who knows? I don’t go to bars alone, but I do everything else alone, shopping, cafes, art openings, and the beach.

I was married briefly to a really good man with some issues he needed to work out but I was selfish and impatient and divorced him. While separated, I secretly hoped he would ‘fight’ for me back. He didn’t. I don’t blame him looking back on it. And he is much better off with his new normal suit-wearing wife that comes from a good family. He addressed his issues successfully and became an inspiration for me to do the same. We still talk.

I swore after that fuck up that I would be more patient and understanding in relationships and really give myself up to someone. Well I did the next time I did it was to a fellow co-worker and the hottest sex I ever had in my life was with him in a hospital. We both worked there, and my lover and I. Juan and I would steal away whenever we could and fuck. We fucked everywhere imaginable, from behind bent over a bed in an empty patient room, in an occupied patient room’s bathroom, and several times we almost got caught. Once after riding Juan in a hospital public bathroom while he sat on the toilet, we had to come out one at a time and people waiting.

I don’t know if you’d call Juan Hispanic or not, he wasn’t a Mexican. He was a true Spaniard, what south of the border is called Castilian. It was so hot. While he was fucking me he would speak gutturally to me in Spanish. I loved having him talk dirty to me at work. The things he said to me when he was inside me were hot. I would walk around all day with a wet pussy. It was so bad one day, that one of the patients smelled my arousal and got an erection.

We fucked everywhere. In my car, on counters at home, quietly with people in the house, had domination role-play, used every technique and device we could think of...ice...fingers...we fucked with our clothes on first, and we'd both be dripping before he'd finally stick his cock deep inside.

One of our favorite positions was ‘The milk and water.’ It’s performed on a chair with no arms. Juan would take a seat and I would climb aboard, but facing away from him. We began with him touching me as I guided his hand to my pussy. Then when we were both turned on enough, he’d raise me up and lower me down on his erect cock. Then I’d rock back and forth until I gave us both a really explosive orgasm. What's great about it was that we had great foreplay as well as great sex. And it can be done anywhere you have a chair.

This man was the hottest kisser. It always felt so good, so right, when his mouth covering mine, his hands framing my face. To have my pride falter long enough to cause me to reaching up to grasp his wrists, holding on as I let my needs flow into the kiss. To press my lips against his, pouring every scrap of my tattered emotions into it. My arms enfolded him even as my body swayed seductively towards his.

Off balance, he’d drag my head back and plunder. His hands always skimmed beneath my blouse, seeking the warmth of my bare flesh.

So many feelings, too many feelings, would bombard me. All I wanted was to fill myself with the taste of him. But there was more. He wouldn’t just take the kiss, but all the emotions that went with it. When he’d kiss me I’d feel like I was drowning in it, it was so strong and heady flood that u couldn’t fight it.

He didn’t just kiss me; he treated my nipples to a feast of passion as well. His kisses always turned into a journey down. Juan would begin his downward journey slowly, hardly seeming to move. With kisses and light love bites, circling inward until he captured my nipple. As he sucked, he’d use his tongue to bring me to delirium. By then my breath would be in gasps and my energy would be flowing out through my breasts, pouring out in passion and urgency.

I would beg him for his cock and for him to fuck me, and to let me lick the cum off his cock. He’d lick me after shooting in me. He was so uninhibited and sexy that he ate pussy better than anyone I’ve ever been with and he didn't care what time of the month it was. I kept myself clean for him all the time.

Juan would spread my legs widely, and like a magnet his eyes were drawn to my crotch, a thing of beauty, trimmed so neatly, and glistening with the wetness I already felt. Gazing upon what he called the most perfect pussy that he’d ever seen, my opening expanded and contracted a little as he explored my pussy with his fingers, tongue, eyes. My panting breath lifted and dropped my tight stomach and abdomen and a low, beast-like growl emanated from deep down within my throat, and he felt me shudder a little in anticipation as he gently touched me, as he opened it up and describe it to me. He said that I had a surprisingly small pussy, just a thin slit down under and some puffy folds of flesh on top. As he rubbed my clit, my pussy would gap open, wet and inviting. He compared it to a delicate rose, sensuously opening and presenting its dew-covered petals as an offering to the morning sun.

Obviously Juan didn't just lick my pussy; he played it like an instrument. Somehow, Juan always seemed to windup between my thighs watching the delicate lips of my pussy pulsing slightly with the rhythm of my breathing, and he could never resist gently blowing in it. I’d always giggle because his warm-breathe always made me quiver.

After kissing his way up my thigh, Juan was never unable to resist flicking his tongue out and gently caressed my slit. Moving up, he’d covered my body with his. I’d struggle for a second, but when he’d started kissing and nibbling my neck, I’d calmed down. He’d cup my firm breasts and as he gently kneaded them my suddenly hard nipples would rub against his palms.

Our kiss seemed to make my skin get hotter by the second as his tongue caressed the puff pink lips of my fresh fucked pussy. As he separated the moist lips of my usually cum filled pussy the taste increased and so did my moans. He would have me so turned on, gasping and moaning uninhibitedly as I withered sensuously all over the bed. Juan talked explicitly, telling me how great it was having his mouth on my pussy.

Enthusiastically he’d lick my throbbing clit until I was screaming in ecstasy. As I bucked wildly in a fit of total sexual pleasure, he’d be holding onto hip to keep me in place. Reclining back on the bed, I’d spread my legs as wide as I could in an attempt to give him better access to my waiting pussy. Backing off, he lovingly ran his tongue along my milky white flesh, licking the crease where my legs connected to my torso. Then he moved back softly kissing the moist flesh of my womanhood, then running his supple tongue up and down the length of my slit.

He could last and last and control his orgasm. We once fucked six times in a single day. We took a trip together and we fucked so many times that he couldn't remember how many. I remember though, it was six. My Spanish lover was married, and we managed to get away for a night in a hotel out of town. I was very excited, and we met and took my car. When we arrived, we went straight to our room and started fucking. I don't recall the specifics of that evening, but we exhausted ourselves, and then left for home. On the way, Juan unzipped and exposed his cock to me in the car. I reached over and slowly jerked him off, enjoying the way he gave himself to my hand. He didn't blow a load, but when we got back to town we stopped at his house. I waited outside while he went in for a few minutes. When he came back, he took me inside.

We started out on the floor, and I rode him cowgirl for a while. I knelt straddle his body and inserted his cock between my lips and slow and careful lowered myself down onto him. He always reached up and held my hips and assisted me as I sat down on top of his lap. Once I was down, he was in me up to the base of his cock, and his pubic hair was tickling my bare lips as I positioned myself.
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With eyes closed, and mouth open as I gasped, I took my own pleasure from impaling myself upon him. As I sat there savoring the feel of him inside me, I would run my hands over his body from his stomach across his rib cage and up to his erect nipples. Then I would start moving on him, starting off long and lovingly.
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I’d been wise enough to blow him before mounting him. He didn’t need too many minutes between orgasms to regain a raging erection. But after relieving him of his initial loud he had considerably heightened control over himself. So now instead of being afraid of him cumming I actually was able to pump towards it.
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As things heated up, he bent up to me and took a nipple in his mouth. I was bucking on top of him and starting to moan out my pleasure. Our combined thrusts were becoming huge, maybe more than I’d expected. I could feel his arms go around me, drawing me to him. He was trying to mumble something, I think it was just an “oh fuck” or maybe an “oh my god”, whatever it was I couldn’t hear him, and I wasn’t about to stop.
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I held him tight and banged him hard, my buttocks bouncing up and down on top of his balls. I met his thrusts by ramming my pelvis down on his. We rutted like wild animals in heat. Soon I was screaming, my screams loud and urgent. I could feel the contractions of my pussy tightening on his thrusting member each time he jabbed up into my wetness of my womanly folds.

Then we moved to his bedroom. When we got to his bedroom, I was shocked to see his wife tied to a chair and blindfolded so she could hear but not see what was going on. Ignoring her, Juan quickly had me in bed. As I looked up, Juan rose above me on the bed. As he spread my legs, I reached up to bring his erection back into me. I wrapped my legs around his back as he lowered himself down to cover me. He immediately started moving his hip, pounding me, piercing my pussy over and over.

I felt like Juan was trying to ram all the way through me with my cock leading the charge, but I didn’t mind. I gripped his back and raked it with her nails so hard that I saw trickles of blood the next day. I could hear a squishing sound now every time he reared back and bang me again. The noise was his cock as it moved between my very wet vaginal lips. I could also smell us in the air so I knew his wife could hear and smell us. My vaginal fluids and his cum mixed together to give off a sexy fragrance that prompted him to pound into me harder and harder and harder.

When we finished fucking, I couldn’t resist sucking on his wife’s hard nipples. Her helplessness was so arousing that I dropped on down to my knees between her outstretched legs licked her pussy for her. Actually since I made her cum, I guess I did a little more than just lick her pussy. I’d probably have made her lick me back if it wouldn’t have given us away.

I guess Juan was vain because as we fucked, he watched himself go in and out of me in the mirror he had mounted on their headboard. His shouts during orgasm were hot, loud and throaty. When I left him that evening to go home, and I was so sore, bruised and satisfied. As I walked out of the bedroom to go home, I paused and glanced over my shoulder. Juan was already sticking his still hard cock in his tied up and blindfolded wife’s mouth. As I walked away, she was eagerly sucking our combined juices off his cock.

We’d watch porn and fuck...he'd use vibrators on me...he bit me on the shoulder or on the chin while we were making love, sinking his perfect teeth into my flesh until it hurt...

We would meet at my friend's house and fuck when she was away. Once when we were scheduled to meet Juan texted me before leaving his house. “Take off your underwear, and put on the school girl outfit. I’ll be there in an hours.” I did what I was told, I even put on my ‘fuck-me-boots’ as a bonus for him.
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I’ve always fantasized about anal sex. Even as a teenager, I experienced these urges to get filled in the ass. There was something about the idea of submitting my body completely to my partner that drove me crazy. Unfortunately, it took years before I found someone who was interested in anal sex. Most of the guys I'd dated had only been into "vanilla sex." So my interest in anal sex was reserved for the nights when I was alone and could touch and finger myself. I had high hopes for Juan. With Juan, I was willing to try it partially because of the size of his manhood. I was pretty confident that I could fit it.
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As soon as Juan walked into the door, he started to take off his t-shirt and jeans. I couldn’t help but noticed that he already had a full on erection. It was so hard, harder than I have ever felt him. I looked at him as if to ask, “How did you…?” He told me he took a Viagra pill. Someone had given him one he wanted to try it. I guess it worked, because he made me cum 3-times without even slowing down. Then slowly, I grabbed his hand and put his finger on my asshole, and signaled him with my eyes as I shyly smirked.
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“You know I would never hurt you. I promise that we can stop if you hurt too much."
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"I know. I love you. And I trust you."
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With that, he resumed fucking me. With one hand, he held my two hands down over my head. With the other hand, he started wetting his fingers in the massive amounts of pussy juice that our lovemaking had already produced.
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My heart pounded. It was finally going to happen. Slowly, my lover pressed one finger into my ass, all the while fucking me. Once it was in all the way, he started finger-fucking my ass in rhythm with his cock. After he felt me loosen up, which didn't take long because it felt like heaven, he started to try to add a second finger. This proved more difficult, since my ass was not accustomed to having anything so large invading it. Embarrassed, I admitted to him that I had a bottle of lube in my purse. He laughed, "You've been planning this for a while, haven't you?" Still laughing, he got out the bottle, poured some lube onto his finger, and easily slid the second finger in.
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I cannot even begin to describe how wonderful it felt to be so full. I was in heaven.
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Suddenly Juan stopped fucking me. When I looked at him he asked, "What do you want me to do?"
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"You know what I want."
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"I wanted you to say it," insisted Juan. He loved that he was in control and that I submitted to whatever he wanted of me. And even if I was embarrassed to talk about something so crude as anal sex, I would say it because that's what he demanded.
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"I want you to fuck my ass."
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Once I said it, he pulled out of my vagina, and started to spread more lube on his beautiful dark cock. Then he said, "I want to fuck you like this, facing you, so I can look into your eyes while I am fucking your ass."
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He kissed me and then he took hold of my ankles. As Juan lifted my legs up, he forced them back until my knees were almost beside my head. That curled my spine up so that my ass was pointed right at him. As I laid back, my hair fanned out on the mattress around my face, I giggled like a little nymph, he reached down and spread apart my ass cheeks. Holding his cock, Juan, placed his cockhead against my puckered ass. I closed my eyes and shivered as he slowly rubbed his knob back and forth on my puckered opening. He rubbed it back and forth lightly a couple of times then it in just far enough for the head to pierce my sphincter. He paused for several moments, relishing the sweet sensation, and then I watched as he slowly pushed his stiff cock inch by inch into my tight ass.

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The Best Sex I Ever Had

Part-2-of-2

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Already relaxed from his previous attention, my ass welcomed Juan in. And with the help of the ample lubrication oozing down from my pussy and from the lube Juan had applied, he glided right in. I hadn't expected that. I’d expected it to be more difficult and even hurt some, but my ass effortless took all 5-inches of him. He lay still to allow me to adjust to his invasion. It was then that my entire ass started stinging from all of that stimulation. Tears came to my eyes, and I told him that my ass felt like it was on fire. I begged him to take it out. Slowly, he withdrew his cock from my ass, and the burning stopped.

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"Don't worry, that's normal to feel the burning your first time."

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"Is it?" I asked nervously. When he nodded, I said, "Okay, then I want to try again."

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This time, it didn't hurt at all. Instead, I just felt full, full of this amazing man whom I loved, completely submitted to him. Juan started pumping into me, kissing me the whole time, and his hands pinned mine down above my head again. There was no escaping him; there was nothing I could do to keep him from taking whatever he wanted.
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A psychological orgasm started building up in me. I wanted him to fuck me brutally, to take what he wanted, to use my body. I wanted the pain that could come from him fucking my tight ass as hard as he could thrust. I started to urge him to fuck me harder. Somehow I managed to wrestle my hands out of his grip, and I clawed at his back while he continued to fuck my ass faster, harder. He pulled my hands again over my head. "You are mine, I control you," he told me again.
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"Yes, you control me," I screamed. That set me over the edge. I could feel my ass contract around his invading penis. Even as I came, he kept on pumping into me so deep that I could feel his cum swollen balls bumping against my smooth ass cheeks. He paused briefly, enjoying the incredible feelings that her tight ass was producing before pulling out slowly, leaving just his knob inside me. He paused again, and then pushed in and out slowly about a dozen or so times. I felt comatose, and still he assaulted my ass.

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Even as I felt the lube start to wear off, as the friction increased, Juan kept fucking me. He would not stop until he had his fill. I begged him to cum, to join me, to claim me. And then I started feeling it build up, I could feel him start to lose control, I could see that crazy look in his eyes, that dangerous look that he got when he stopped thinking about my pleasure and completely took what his sexual instincts demanded. My ass was raw from all the brutal fucking, and still he pounded into it, until finally he erupted with a growl and drove his cock as deep into my ass as it would go.
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I felt his body relax over mine as his cock throbbed and emptied its load into my ass. We lay there, exhausted, for a few minutes, and then he gathered up his strength, and raised himself up on his elbows to look into my eyes. "I love you. You're wonderful," I told him before kissing him and falling asleep.

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When I woke up he was gone, which was odd because usually when he’d leave to go home, I always put my fingers inside my pussy and licked his cum off my fingers. But at least he left me a note saying that he had to pick up his wife from work. I didn’t like it, but I understood it.

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He would call when he couldn't visit and describe how he jerked off thinking of me. When I’d pick up the phone and say, "Hello," without warning, Juan would go into a ramble about what he wanted to do to my soft, supple body. My hands shook as I was thrown back by his confidence and high self esteem. As my clit started to pulsate, I’d close my eyes and begin to fantasize about his face buried between my thighs, licking me, caressing my body, and feeling my warmth as he passionately pressed his face against your awaiting body.

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I would become quiet as he went into a zone, my breathing becoming heavy and irregular. I would start to pant as I folded my pillow in between my legs, as if he were there with me. Stimulating my clit was his only desire. Once I’d mastered my breathing to take my baritone down 2-octaves. It always excited him.

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He would start putting a heavy emphasis on his words. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. My breathing was noticeable now. I would start to moan louder now, but not loud enough to arouse suspicion. When my heart would begin to flutter, he could since my delight. Then he’d tell me in a stern voice, "Penetrate yourself and let me hear it."

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I would remove the phone from my ear and he could hear it make its voyage down south to greet my sticky fingers. They’re wet and gooey, the sounds sloppy and oh, so luscious. Little did I realize that he was turned on as well. I let him hear everything. As my fingers continued to dance, my pussy released even more lubrication. When I put the phone back to my, he would demand that I put it on speaker, so that he could hear everything, every pause, every breath, every flick of my fingers. He would tell me to insert 2-fingers and I would. Then he’d tell me 3, and I’d do it, then 4, and guess what, I’d do it. Reason why was because that’s exactly how hung he was and how he would feel buried deep inside of my pussy.

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I shake as he hears me stimulate myself. Now I’m even more committed, knowing that someone is sharing my fantasy and was getting off the same as I was.

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He knew that he could continue giving me orders, but he would stop and let me finish what I started. Bringing myself to a climax wasn't my goal it was our goal.

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I can't tell you how many of his loads I took in my pussy, deep-throated that uncut cock...shot down my throat...occasionally in my ass...I would literally be dripping in sweat, juice, and cum....and the sounds he made when he cummed were unforgettable. Actually his cock was the first one that I ever suck, and did I swallow? Yes, I did and I loved it. I didn’t plan on it at all; it just happened and was awesome. It certainly helped that Juan had a fantastic cock, not too big, very smooth, and to my surprise so yummy. I loved sucking it and of course he was enjoying every bob of my head. He was groaning in pleasure. I knew he was getting close but I just kept up the rhythm until I felt a warm rush that filled my cheeks as he exploded into a beautiful orgasm. It was fucking awesome.

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Juan demanded that I be ready for him always. His touch made my knees literally weak...I made sure to keep the cum drained from him every day if possible. When he stayed the night, we'd be fucking, sliding, banging and hardly sleep...

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Juan didn't have a big cock at all, only about 6-inches but it was so beautiful. It was very veiny, and dark- colored. And he had the juiciest, roundest head. His balls were thick, and hung well below the base of his cock. Even though it was average, I’ll probably never be so completely and thoroughly fucked again in my life, or made to feel like such a wanton princess. He wasn’t the marring kind, hell he already had a wife and he was fucking me. He wasn’t good for the long term, but he satisfied me, and brought me out of my shy self to experience and explore sex like I never had before.
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I loved to ride him and kiss him, take his cock from behind. At my apartment one day Juan caught me getting out of the shower, grabbed my hair, and bent me over the bathroom counter. When I spread my legs for him, Juan
slid the head between my lips and into my suddenly wet pussy. I moaned, "Oooh Yea," as he started gently pushing his hard cock into me. Bit by bit it slid in farther and farther until with one last push, it went all the was in.

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I moaned with pleasure as he thrust his cock in me. Then he grabbed my hips and fucked my brains out. Then after I’d had about three orgasms, he’d sit me on the side of the tub and started licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. It drove me so wild that I lay back with my knees in the air and my pussy in his face. I sucked his cock and Juan repaid me by cumming all over my face. He was still horney and wanted to fuck me again so he sat on the commode and as I lowered myself down on his lap, he slid his cock back into me. He had only fucked her like this for a couple of seconds before I wrapped my legs around him and started bouncing up and down on his cock. He couldn't stand it he needed to pound me. As I leaned back, he grabbed my hips, and shoved his cock into me as hard as he could. He tensed up right before he was about to cum and just as he shot his load into my pussy I orgasmed with a loud scream. Our hot juices mingled together inside me and then oozed out onto his lap. As we sat back enjoying the after glow I realized what a good fuck he was and he owned me.

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I rode him in chairs, on the floor, on the couch...my ankles held in his hands behind my ears so that he could batter my cervix and spray his cum against it. When he would shoot, he would pretend to be making a baby with me...he sometimes stood behind me and bent me over the bed...
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Sometimes he would come over and tear my panties off and fuck me right away...holding me by the hair.... even surprised me by holding a knife to my throat in the dark when he thought I was seeing another. I wouldn't allow that today, but then it was sexy to feel so owned, so possessed. God I miss that kind of fucking. I miss the ache between my legs the next day...
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There was nothing that Juan wouldn’t do. He even liked public sex. I think it gave him a feeling of power. For light amusement, when we were out driving, he’d let truckers watch as I spread my legs and he played with my pussy. Several times I've sucked him off in the car at the gas station with the attendant getting an eye full while he washed the front windshield. Sometimes I’ll wear a loose skirt with no panties and we’ll go to the grocery store. As we’d walk around, if no one were looking Juan would have me lift my skirt and finger myself than lick my finger. And I’ve blown him more time than I can count in the men's restrooms at places like Denny’s, Shari's and Jack-N-Box. Juan would check out the restroom to be sure that the coast was clear. If there’s no one in there, I’ll duck in and go into the handicap stall. I’d usually sit on the commode while Juan stood in front of me and fucked my mouth. Several times unsuspecting guys have came in and used the urinal while I was giving Juan a blowjob 3-feet away on the other side of the partition that separates the urinals and commodes and never realize what was going on.

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A couple of times, Carl thought that it would be funny to leave me in there while a guy was using the urinal. I would have to squat down on in the commode so they wouldn’t see my feet under the partition and hope they don’t open the stall door. Then sneak out after they were gone.

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One time Juan was so aroused, that he was almost ready to shoot by the time the stall door closed. Before I could even open my mouth, his balls exploded, spewing cum all over my face, in my hair, on my coat, and even in my ear. You name it, and Juan hit it. It was the biggest load I have ever seen. Then he slapped me across the face with his limp cock a couple of times, called me, “A cunt,” wiped his cock off on my coat and left.


I think the guy that was using the urinal knew what was going on, because as soon as Juan was gone, the guy joined me in the stall. Knowing the trouble and the embarrassment I’d have if I were caught, I never said a word. I just unzipped the guy’s pants, took out his cock, and gave him the most incredible blowjob that he’d ever had. When I ducked out, I left him in a euphoric stupor leaning again the wall in the hand-I-cap stall.

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Getting out of the restroom unseen was easy; the hard part was walking all the way through the store with wet cum in my hair and smelling like a donation from the sperm bank. I was so embarrassed that I hurried to Juan’s car and made him drive me straight home so I could clean up. These experiences were always confusing for me. Not only were they degrading and completely humiliating, but they are physically dangerous as well. So why then when I engage in one of Juan’s little indiscretions did I cum like crazy? I’d cum so many times that as I was leaving the story, anyone that chose to look would have seen the huge wet spot covering my crotch. My pants were so wet that it looked like I ‘peed’ my pants.

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That lasted a few years, and to this day I think of it. He was the first man to make me cum while fucking...
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So, how about you, and old love affairs worth sharing?

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The end…

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