For that reason, and that reason alone, I felt no need to advertise what I had done. After relishing in the feeling of having a much needed orgasm and regaining my sexual composure, I began to rock back and forth on my heels. Although this method seemed much less sensual, and a little more boring, it suited me; at least for now. After a few quiet moments of slowly rocking back and forth, I felt proud I had lasted for a length of time without having another orgasm. With my mind fixed in the feeling, and my body becoming accustomed to the feeling, his cock, and the entire sexual situation, I felt as if I might last long enough to make him reach climax. Still bent over and teetering on the balls of my feet, I opened my eyes and exhaled.A hand slapped against my thigh, slid upward, and gripped my hip.A hand gripped my other hip.Oh shit…He slowly pulled me backward, until my ass pressed against his hips.“Fuck this shit, I’m done dicking around,” he said.“Okay…” I squeaked.Sorry, I
TOAD:::I had never stepped into a day expecting it to be any different than any other day. A particular date, month, or year didn’t reserve a special place in my heart or on my calendar. For me to determine if a day was special, it had to end first, and as I reflected on the events of the day, I placed a value on it. Holidays, birthdays, or days of the week were simply days, regardless of their position within a week, month, or year. Any of them could end up great, mediocre, or just plain awful.“I was thinking maybe we could go over to the pizza place or something,” Sydney said.“And I was thinking we’d stay here and…”I leaned into her and kissed her neck. I had minimal experience kissing, touching, or even caring about a woman until I met Sydney. Now, based on her comments and expression about what she liked and disliked, I truly looked forward to satisfying her sexually as well as sensually.As I gripped her upper arms lightly in my hands and continued to press my face into her n
I continued to pound myself into her carefully, but with as much force as I had learned she could handle. As the tip of my cock met resistance, I released the pressure, and pulled my hips back.The repetitive motion and her tight pussy soon proved to be too much. I collapsed onto her chest and continued for a few more strokes.“Kiss me,” I said as she arched her back and tilted her head into the cushion behind her.As she fought to raise her head, I slid my hand underneath her neck, and gripped it in my hand. As I lifted her head upward, I pressed my lips into hers and kissed her deeply until I felt myself begin to reach climax.As we continued to kiss, her pussy began to contract again into a massive orgasm. She bit into my lower lip and dug her fingernails into my back. As I felt myself explode inside of her, I arched my back, pulled my mouth from hers, curled my toes, and opened my eyes.“I love you,” I groaned.She opened her eyes as she fought to catch her breath. “I passed…”“Th
“Yeah, the guy at the Humane Society said some guy was fighting them,” she explained. “They had to put some of them down, and these little guys lived through the quarantine.”“Well, we’re keeping him,” I said as I patted him on the head.Otis walked up to me and smiled. As he leaned into me and hugged me, he motioned toward the door with his head.“Be right back,” I said over my shoulder as I followed him into the hallway.“Remember that pup?” he asked as he reached for him and scratched his neck.I shook my head. “Nope.”“Last kennel on the right,” Otis said.“Well, she said the guy told her they were from here, here in Winfield,” I responded.Otis continued to scratch the dog’s neck and shifted his gaze upward. “I got a few questions, Brother.”“I’m listening,” I responded.“What color are Sydney’s eyes?” he asked.“Brown, why?” I responded.He shook his head.“Hair color?” he asked.“Blonde, you know that,” I snapped.“Nail polish?” he asked.“Nail polish is purple. Well, at least
We played softball together in high school, and now we were in college. The curvy sisters. Almost every week, someone would ask if we were sisters, and about once a month, are you two twins?“You know what happened, dork. He unloaded two lemon sized balls full of cum all over my face, without fair warning. It was freaking gross, and the sex was not even like sex should be. My thumb was bigger than his dick,” I sighed, laughing with her as I held my thumb in the air.“It took me a fucking week to get that shit washed out of my hair, and he never said a word after that. It’s like he knew that’s what was going to happen. Asshole. He probably planned it,” I laughed.“The funniest part is when you said he told you, suck that cock. If a guy is packing a green bean, it’s a penis. A decent sized one is a dick, and one like Randy’s is a cock,” Heather said, holding her hands a foot apart, looking at the space between them.I took another drink of beer, and thought about John. Fucking asshole.
I screamed, and grabbed my face in horror. I couldn’t see. I wiped my hands on my comforter as he dismounted me and started to get his jeans on. I wiped my face again. Covered in his cum, I tried unsuccessfully to wipe my eyes free of his blinding goo. As I heard him buckle his belt, I could finally see a silhouette. A halo.I squinted.He smiled. Asshole.And then he left.I never saw him again. I spent the next hour trying to clean that sticky mess out of my hair and off of my bed - and two years trying to get the thought of his green bean out of my mind; the green bean and those goddamned lemons. The end result? I have spent the last two years watching porn, and using it as my only means of visual satisfaction. I have become a nymphomaniac - rubbing one out on a whim....to the tune of about a dozen times or so a day.In my car. On the porch. At work. At a stop light. In the bathroom at the bookstore. School. It didn’t matter. But I just finished my sophomore year in college, and I
“What’s it feel like?” I asked.“What’s what feel like?” she volleyed back.“Randy,” I paused, “when he bones you. What’s it feel like?”“You need to sober up, Christy. You always do this,” she whined, waving her arms in my direction.“I didn’t have any food. That’s the problem. You had a sandwich and half a bowl of soup,” I said as I wiped the slobber from my lip.I glanced down at the sheen on the back side of my hand and wondered if this was actually too much. I tried to count. I’ll have a Bud Light.Gimme another Bud Light. Another. I’ll have another. Yo, dude. Hey, I’m empty. I wiped my hand on my jeans and looked up. In a few seconds, everything came into focus. I had to pee, but I didn’t dare stand up now. Not now. I pushed down with my legs and relieved some of the weight on my chair. This may just work. As my body began to rise, I glanced around the room in wonder. Nine, I think I had nine.“What are you doing, you’re going to tip over,” Heather peered up at me through her gla
Fuck. In my earthquake of orgasms, I must have bit my inner cheek. I pushed my tongue into my cheek. Yep. Swollen. Bleeding. Shit. Oh well it was worth it. I wiped, pulled up my jeans, and opened the stall door. Damn, that sobered me up. I felt fine.I examined myself in the mirror. I wasn’t wearing my glasses today, and I had just chopped all of my hair off, so Heather and I appeared to be sisters; not twins. I stood and admired myself. I turned sideways. I swiveled and glanced over my shoulder. I was kind of curvy, but I looked damn good. Damn good. My ass was round and fat, my boobs were big, but I didn’t have an ounce of fat. A blond haired skinny Kim Kardashian. Randy had always told Heather she was built for fucking.Proud of my newfound sobriety and my gorgeous looks, I walked to the table.“You alright?” Heather asked as I was sitting down.“Great,” I said as I scanned the table for a glass of water.“You were gone a while. You…you didn’t?”I nodded.“I swear. How many?” she a