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Ellen sighed and gingerly laid half the length of the electric facial massager against that most needful part of her body, directly between her legs. It was the sensible, logical way for a young widow like herself to ease away tensions without involving herself with sticky relationships. The facial massager had been a wise purchase, discreetly done through the mail. With it, she could live a much more contented and tranquil life in the suburbs, puttering around in her garden, doing her needlepoint, ignoring the neighbors who so pointedly ignored her, forgetting about her runaway daughter, Carole.
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On the last Saturday of the month the senior cheerleader squad headed to Tonya’s house for their regular sleepovers, and Brittany couldn’t wait. Of all the parents houses it was a preferred destination for all of them.Tonya’s basement resembled a nightclub complete with shag carpet, video games, pool table, recessed lights and of course a bar. Tonya’s dad had disabled the beer taps and locked up the liquor, but the soda dispenser still worked and the girls were invited to help themselves.

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21 bday erotic story

I had just turned 21 a few weeks before the night that I stayed home with my parents drinking. We were all a little tipsy when a few of their friends stopped by. It was a couple and another man. The man was attractive, but well into his late 50’s or early 60’s. I noticed that he was nice looking when he introduced himself to me, but I didn’t think anything of it. I had never been with anyone over 25 and had never wanted to either. Everyone sat around talking and drinking for a few hours. I was pretty d***k by the time that the couple decided to go home. The older man and myself had been talking quite a bit. He had a grandaughter just a few years younger than me. My parents said that they were tired and were about ready for bed. The older man told them that he just wanted to finish his beer and then he’d be going home. They asked if it was okay if they went on to their room, and he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted.

I must admit that I didn’t mind talking to him one bit. He was older, but he didn’t act his age. During conversation it came up that I had just had my birthday about a week ago. He said he was sorry that he didn’t have anything to give me. We both kind of laughed.. not that it was that funny, but we were just that d***k. I loved the attention that this man was giving me. After a while, I forgot about his age, and was actually getting quite turned on by him.

I was wearing a low cut shirt that just showed a little bit of cleavage, and a skirt with no panties. I started feeling a little frisky. I was beginning to wonder if he would be interested in me, and I couldn’t help but stare at his crotch through his pants and wonder how big it was. I’m sure that he noticed, but I didn’t care. I crossed my arms and leaned over just a little so he had a great view of the cleavage that my shirt was showing. I think that I could tell that the bulge in his pants actually got a little bigger. When I realized this I could feel my pussy starting to get moist. The thought that this man wanted me drove me crazy. And I couldn’t help but tease him a little more. I crossed my legs in a way that my skirt would come up very high and I thought that he’d be able to see a little bit of my ass. And once again I could see his cock getting just a little bit harder. He must of thought that I didn’t mean to turn him on, because then he said that he didn’t want to make me stay up entertaining him and that he probably should be going. I reassured him that I was having a good time with him, and that I would appreciate the company because I’d be up late anyway. I told him I hated drinking alone. He seemed to be happy with my answer and told me that he would stay until I told him to go home.

I wanted to see just how much I could turn this man on before he would make a pass at me, and if he would actually make a pass at me. I uncrossed my legs and during about 4 or 5 minutes slowly spread them wider and wider until I was sure that he could see a little bit of my bald pussy. I was now soaking wet imaging what this man could do to my young cunt. When my legs were spread I saw his cock grow huge under his tight pants. I knew that he wanted to fuck what he was looking at. I spread my legs even wider, layed back on the sofa, and put my hand on my thigh then lifted my skirt up slightly. I tried to play this off like I was just so d***k I didn’t realize what I was doing. I told him that we could go back into my room, so we wouldn’t wake my parents since we were talking a little bit loud. I think I said something about watching a tape that I had back there.

When he sat down on my bed I could still see his huge cock under his pants. I told him that I was uncomfortable and wanted to put on something else. I went into my bathroom and came out with only a big t-shirt on. He then realized completely what I wanted from him. He told me that I was a bad girl. I liked the way that his personality changed. He ordered me to take off my shirt and lay down. I layed there and let this old man lick my cunt and I loved it. He knew exactly what I wanted. He reached up and twisted my nipples. I loved the way that he would lick my clit then tongue fuck me, and then slide his tongue down to my asshole. I had never had my ass eaten, but I came almost instantly when he started to slip his tongue around and around my virgin ass. He moved up and started kissing me his face was covered in my juices. He slipped two fingers into my pussy while we were kissing each other. He moved his fingers right to my spot and I let out a loud moan. He covered my mouth and said that I didn’t want my parents to wake up. He kept his hand on my mouth as he teased my pussy with his fingers until I came all over him.

He then took off his pants and asked me if I liked to suck cock. I told him that I loved it. He said that I wasn’t good enough to suck his huge cock, because I was such a little slut. He told me I had better bend over and let him spank me and teach me a lesson. He started out hitting my bare ass very hard with his hand, but told me to beg for more. I did everything that he asked, and soon he had his belt hitting me with that, and telling me to call him daddy.

Next he told me to lie spread eagle on the bed. I did as he wished. He took his belt and tied my hands above my head to the post on my headboard. He then went through my drawers looking for 2 more belts to use to tie up my feet. He didn’t find a belt, but he did find my stash of sex toys and tapes. He again called me a little fucking whore. This time he came beside me on the bed and slapped me in the face with his cock. He brought the virbrator and dildo over and layed them beside me. He looked through the tapes I had and picked one out and put in the VCR. He laied beside me began to tickle my clit with my vibrator as we watched the orgy that was on the tv. Then he took the big dildo (which I never put all the way inside me) and shoved it completely into my wet pussy. I almost cried. I had thought the dildo was huge and would never be able to take it all. He laughed at me and said he had to get me ready because his cock was 2 inches bigger than that. He began to work the rubber dick in and out of me faster and faster until I almost came. He could see my body begin to tense up and he stopped fucking me.

He took the dildo and shoved it down my throat calling me a cocksucking little bitch and telling me to lick my pussy juice off of that dick. After I had cleaned the fake cock he climbed on top of me and quickly rammed his giant cock inside of my dripping cunt. It was the best feeling I had ever had even though it did hurt. I begged for him to go faster. He grabbed my hair and told me to shut my cumdrinking mouth, he was going to fuck my pussy how he wanted to. He fucked me harder and deeper than anyone had before. I had orgasm after orgasm. I lost count of how many times I came on his cock.

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Amy and the Boxer

After a fight, Max loved to fuck. He was that kind of 
guy. Fighting and fucking was pretty much the same 
thing to him. It was all about power. He wasn't what 
you would call handsome. Not in a conventional way, but 
if you went for muscular animalistic brute force, then 
you might consider him a real find. The girls generally 
went for him...that is until they saw his dick. That 
was another thing about Max, his dick. It was freakish. 
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Even a cock hungry bitch wanted out when she got a look 
at that cunt buster. Max didn't get to fuck nearly as 
much as he wanted to because his dick was too damned 
big. So after a boxing match, when he was all sweaty 
and bruised and sometimes bleeding, he liked to arrange 
a little something special for himself. A little reward 
for doing his best you might say. 

Boxing arenas are depressing places anyway. The 
lighting always reminds you of a prison or something. 
The air is dank like a basement, and the smell of sweat 
and bodies in close proximity never leaves. It's a 
lonely place too after a match when the crowd has gone 
home, leaving the floor littered with garbage for the 
janitors to clean up. This was the sight that greeted 
twenty-eight year old Steve Loccia and his ten-year-old 
daughter Amy. 

"It's creepy..." Amy said, looking around at the empty 
arena, wrinkling her cute little nose at the smell. 

"Yeah, sure is." Steve felt his dick twitch in his 
pants. This was the night. The big night of his life. 
The night he had been waiting forever since that bitch 
of his ex-wife took Amy and deserted him. " The 
dressing rooms I this way I think." Steve had a hand on 
Amy's slender little shoulder and steered her up a 
ramp. 

When they entered the dressing room, heads turned. Max 
was seated on a table, a towel over his lap, his hands 
still bandaged from the fight. He looked a little out 
of it cause he had taken quite a beating. Max's manager 
turned toward the door, and a big smile covered his 
ugly round face. 

"Well, well, well, the cunt is here! Party time." 

"Huh?" Max said, trying to focus on the door. "Fuck, 
she sure is. Hi there. Ugh, you must be Steve and Amy." 

Steve blushed. Amy looked scared. "I'm Steve Loccia and 
this is my ten year old daughter Amy. Just like I 
promised." 

"She's even prettier than her picture." Harvey the 
manager said, not evening trying to hide the growing 
lump in his stained baggy trousers. "You sure you want 
this?" He asked Steve, one eyebrow arched. 

"Jesus... Harvey you ass-wipe, you wanna talk him out 
of it or what?" Max said. "Sure he wants it. He knows 
what's best for the little cunt." Max wiped one forearm 
across his sweat slick face. "Bring the little twat 
closer, let me get a look at her." 

"There was, ah... a matter of money?" Steve asked. He 
was sweating too, but from the fear of having to deal 
with these kinds of men. He was way out of his league. 

"Do you buy a car without taking it for a test drive?" 
Max asked? 

"Daddy what's going on?" Amy asked, holding her 
father's hand more tightly. 

"Ok, rules. No talking, Bitch, without permission. I 
hate a cunt with a gabby mouth. Bitch mouth is for one 
thing and one thing only, dick."

Steve patted Amy on the shoulder. "Shhh, honey, it's 
going to be all right. She's never done anything 
like... well... anything at all before." 

Harvey smiled. "That's what we're paying for."

"Come closer Twat, let me get a look at you..." Max 
said. "She looks good enough to eat. Pay the man, 
Harvey." 

Harvey handed Steve a gym bag full of money. "Now don't 
spend it all in one place. That's quite a bundle 
there." 

"You'll take good care of her?" 

"We'll fuck her brains out. Anything else you gotta 
know?" Max smiled, showing some pretty damaged teeth. 

Steve looked a bit guilty, but the money felt good in 
his arms. "ugh, okay. Should I go?" 

"Daddy..." Amy said, holding on to her father's arm. 

"No, stick around a little until we get things going, 
just so we know she'll behave. I'm a boxer, not a 
parent you know." Max leaned in toward Amy. "Now little 
bitch, hows about taking off your clothes and showing 
us your pretty pink little body." 

"Daddy, do I gotta?" 

"Amy, I told you, you have to do whatever the nice man 
tells you to do." 

"Nice man, yeah," Harvey laughed, rubbing his dick lump 
harder.

"Why do I gotta take off my clothes..." 

"LOOK FUCKHOLE, THAT'S ENOUGH STUPID QUESTIONS. NOW 
STRIP OUTTA YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OR I'M GONNA HAVE TO 
SLAP YOU AROUND SOME..." Max could be very threatening 
when he grew impatient. 

Amy began to strip. Now Steve was a pretty normal guy. 
He had never been into little kids. I mean, teenagers 
sure... he liked some high school honey with big 
tits...in fact that's what had ruined his marriage. His 
wife had found him fucking the guts out of a fourteen-
year-old freshman cheerleader. But not little kids. 

But then again, when he saw Amy strip for the two 
brutes, his dick did get hard. He'd seen Amy without 
clothes plenty of times and it never dawned on him that 
she was cunt. She was his kid after all, and we see our 
own kids differently. But suddenly standing there with 
the bag full of money and a new future before him, 
Steve saw his daughter as cunt. As fresh young twat. It 
was remarkable. 

Amy had stripped down to her pretty pink panties. Her 
chest was still pretty flat with soft putty like 
nipples, cute as all get out. Her body was thin and 
pale. Her legs really slender and her little ass in the 
panties all round and inviting. 

"Oh Man, I can't wait to fuck that ass," Max said. 
"Take off the panties Hole, and let's see some baby 
gash." 

"I don't wanna be naked," Amy said, tears in her pretty 
eyes. 

Max had to laugh. "Aw, come on Cuntface, don't be a 
little baby. I'm naked too under my towel here. And I 
got something real special to show you. So take off the 
pretty pink panties and show me your hairless little 
ditch." 

To a lug like Max, the female race was only made for 
one thing. The pleasure of his dick. Sorry, but that's 
how he saw it. He was damned if he could think of 
another purpose for them. I guess he was old fashioned 
that way. 

Amy looked to her father, who nodded for her to comply. 
Suddenly he wanted to see his daughter's little cunt as 
well. He wanted her to have to show it to other guys. 
That was hot. Amy sniffled back some tears and lowered 
her panties. She stepped out of them and then stood up, 
her hands in front of her hairless little twat-mound. 

"Ah, ah, ah, little cocksucker to be... put your hands 
at your side like a good little fuckhole and show us 
the goodies." 

Amy stood stiffly, her bare toes curling on the cold 
cement floor. She moved her hands to her side and Max 
and Harvey leaned in closer to get a good look at her 
perfect little ten-year-old pussy lips. Even her father 
moved around to get a better look. 

"Oh my, what a pretty little cunt you have. Like a 
little flower. That's a real beauty Dick-drain." 

Amy scowled, "My name is Amy, not those nasty things 
you call me." 

"Your name is whatever the fuck I want it to be. And 
pretty soon your name will be "Stretched Holes" Amy and 
if you don't watch your smart mouth, your name will be 
Dead Amy. Got that?" 

Steve closed his eyes. "Oh Jesus," he moaned as his 
hard dick almost shot off in his pants. 

Max leaned down a bit. "Okay, Little Miss Amy... Twat-
face, Cunt-hole, Slop-slut, piece of Shit, come a 
little closer so we can get a good look at your pre-
teen pussy." Amy was so scared, she obeyed, moving in 
closer to the drooling men. 

"Spread your pussy lips for us a little, show us some 
pink." 

"Christ, look how small it is boss." Harvey leaned down 
so he was inches from Amy's pussy. The little girl put 
her fingers to her cunt lips and pulled them apart. It 
felt really strange. 

"Come on, Bitch, you can do better than that. Do it 
like you do in your bedroom at night when you're 
thinking about the boys at your school. I know how you 
dick hungry ten year olds are, twats leaking all over 
the seats of the school desks all day. Pull them apart 
further!" The tone of his request left no room for 
argument. 

Amy tugged at her delicate cuntlips, they parted and 
showed a bright pink interior. She felt funny all over, 
a strange sensation, kind of tingly. 

"Look how they slut loves showing her stuff. They're 
all the same. They act so shy and innocent, but inside 
they are cock crazy sluts. You can't believe a cunt, 
Mr. Loccia, or can I call you Steve? Take my word for 
it, if you hadn't sold the bitch to us, before the year 
was out, this little whore would be hanging around the 
high school locker rooms, flashing those older jock 
boys her pussy. The reason she'd be hanging around the 
high school, Steve, is because every goddamned boy in 
the sixth, seventh and eighth grade would already have 
fucked her. Bitches like her will fuck five or six boys 
a day at school and still want more. Can't get enough 
Cock. Well, Little Miss Amy, today you will get enough 
cock. Today is your lucky day. You are going to get 
more cock in your holes than most girls can stand!" 

With that Max threw off the towel to reveal his amazing 
thirteen-inch long baseball bat thick prick. It was 
fucking awesome. 

"Holy Jesus, " Steve stuttered. "She'll... she'll never 
be able to take that."

Harvey smiled. "Yeah we know, that's why we paid you so 
much. Which hole you gonna bust open first, Boss?" 

"Well, let's start with a little gentle mouth action. 
While she is learning to lick and suck dick and balls, 
you can be fingering her asshole and pussy to loosen it 
up for my fuckmeat." 

"Daddy..." Amy sobbed. 

"Be a good girl Amy, and obey the nice man." Steve 
commanded, rubbing his hard dick. 

Max smiled. "You're going to get fucked Amy. Fucked in 
the mouth and cunt and ass. Fucked by me and Harvey and 
even your Daddy if he wants in. My treat, he can still 
keep the money. I love to see a guy fucking his own 
daughter, it warms my heart. You are going to become 
real good friends with men's dicks Honey. Men's big fat 
fuck hoses are going to become your playmates. You are 
going to be taking dick morning noon and night. 

"A lot of fight promoters will give me good matches if 
I provide some pre-teen slut pussy for them. That is of 
course, if you even survive my massive hung of 
fuckmeat. Older girls than you have not made it, I 
gotta warn you. See I fuck like I fight. I give it all 
I got. Oh baby, you are going to be so opened up...so 
fucking stretched in every way imaginable. And if you 
survive my dick, you get my fist, so you see, the fun 
just keeps coming. So let's get the party going should 
we?" 

"Yeah..." Steve whispered and shot off in his pants. 

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Emily thought that her late-night trip to the library on Valentines Day would be a short jaunt. Drive in, get the textbook she needed for class, check out and get home to her loving husband, who hopefully had a Valentines’ surprise waiting for her. She hadn’t exactly dressed for the occasion; her curvy 5’4″ frame was still draped in the white button-up blouse, black skirt, and hair put up in a bun that she’d worn to church several hours earlier. Yet as Emily found the book, brought it to the checkout counter and got her library card swiped with just a glance exchanged with the librarian, a tall figure glancing through the books arrayed on the shelves caught her eye.

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I had taken a break from CP for two years. My marriage still sucked just as badly as before- even grew worse in some ways- but I was parenting young children and working and attending school. I was exhausted but suffering mentally. So I decided to re activate my membership and come back to the best website in the world. As I looked around, I was pleasantly surprised to see several of my favorite members still here. I sent a few PMs and then received one that blew me away. It was a guy I had talked to a few times before during my first CP run. We had exchanged a few PMs before, but this time something seemed to click between us. I decided to go meet him. This was huge for me because I had played with locals but never had I ever flew to meet a guy. I will call him Frankie. Frankie told me that he would be traveling on business and I could come and visit him. So we exchanged texts and skyped a few times the week before I was to meet him. I realized that I was looking forward to this meeting more and more with each day.
On a Friday, I boarded the plane to go north. My stomach was in knots as I waited for take off. I was listening to music on my ipad trying to calm down. The excitement was getting to be too much. My nipples were constantly hard and my pussy was wetter by the second. After an uneventful flight, I arrived at the airport and took a cab to Frankie’s hotel. The cab driver made small talk as he drove and then he asked me if he could come up to my room for a few minutes because I was such a beautiful lady. I laughed and told him that I was already meeting someone. And then, I saw him. Frankie got out of his car and walked ahead of me into the hotel.

 

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I paid the cab driver and told him to leave. I walked into the hotel anxious for what was to come. I walked to the door of the room. It was unlatched and he was waiting on me to come in. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He was standing there looking sexy as hell even after working hard all day long. I walked into the room and he came to meet me and greet me with a passionate kiss. Our tongues swirled together and I gently bit his lip. We exchanged a few words- to be honest I don’t remember exactly what was said. I just thought about what a great kisser he was and that I couldn’t wait to get his cock in my mouth. I pulled down the top of my dress and my bra and showed him my huge tits. He immediately took my nipples into his mouth and I threw my head back and moaned. It felt so good. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I reached down and felt his cock through his pants. It was so hard! My pussy soaked as I imagined him fucking me. I told him that I needed a shower after traveling all day and asked him to join me. We went into the shower and could not keep our hands off of each other. We were kissing and then he slid his fingers into my wet cunt. Standing there. Naked. Looking into his eyes and holding onto his arms and shoulders he made me cum for the first time in a very long time. I quickly washed my body to get out because I could not wait to have his big thick cock inside of me. After getting out, I began to get dressed for him. I had a black satin and lace robe, bra, and thong set. I also put on black thigh high stockings and my black patent leather fuck me pumps. He came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed watching me get dressed. His cock was still rock hard and the look in his eyes screamed desire. I walked over and climbed on the bed beside him. Then I leaned down and took him into my little red mouth. If there is one thing I love to do- it is suck cock. I can do it all day every day and never get tired. His cock was such a joy to suck. Nice and thick. firm. just the right length to show him that I did not have a gag reflex. I began to fuck him with my mouth. Taking him deep into my throat before stopping to suck the head. Then, I would lick the underside and his balls before taking him deep into my throat again. After a while of this, he was not able to wait anymore and said he was going to cum. I grew even more wet wanting to taste his cum. I began to suck harder and faster. Wanting to drain him. When he came, it tasted amazing. I’ve sucked a lot of different dicks and swallowed a lot of cum. Some taste salty, others bitter, some bland, but his was sweet- like pineapple. I couldn’t wait for more. Then it was time for the main event. I could tell that fucking him was going to be epic. How could he stay so rock hard after cumming is beyond me, but I was going to take advantage of it. We fucked in several different positions that time- and each one was better and better. My favorite was when I was lying on my back on the edge of the bed. He was standing holding my legs and really pounding my pussy. I loved how this let him see his cock entering my pussy and exactly how wet he was making me. Hearing him call me his cum sucking slut and asking how I liked him fucking me was taking my pleasure to new heights. He made me cum at least twice that time and when we were both spent we collapsed onto the bed. This was only the first hour of what was to be a very fun weekend and I knew right then that I was addicted to his cock.

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“Dang it!” I remark as once again I can’t seem to get my Java code to compile. I am feeling frustrated. For the same two hours I have been looking at the same piece of code. I put the computer down when I hear a thunderous noise in the distance.

I know that rumbling. It’s you on your Harley. I hear the distinctive roar of the engine as you pull up in the driveway and hit the kill switch. Riding always puts you in a great mood.

When you come in the door, I notice that you don’t stop to take off your jacket or chaps. When you come into the bedroom I see you dressed head to toe in leather. All 5’11” and 267 pounds of you. The ends of your wavy red hair stick through the helmet.

“Why hello there honey! How was the ride?” I ask, with the biggest grin on my face.

You lift the visor on your helmet.

“Exhilarating,” you say as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Come here, and rub my back,” you say.

“Are you going to take off your helmet?” I ask.

“No, not yet,” you reply.

I cuddle up behind right you and start rubbing your back through your pink leathers. I am snuggled so close to you. My front is touching your back, and I am straddling your legs. It’s the same position as when you take me on the back of your bike.

I can’t explain the feeling when I am next to you. It is not uncommon for me to feel anxious. But when I am around you, I feel loved, and safe. I am yours and that is all that matters. I love it when you are in total control.

What can I say, I am different, ie. nerd like. High school was hell. Persistent teasing, and bullying can cause one to develop a complex. I spent most of my time in the library reading everything I could get my hands on.

You had a different way of dealing with bullies, as you told me. When one of the other teenage girls would mock your weight, you would without hesitation remind them that size does have it’s advantages, and kick their skinny ass. You may have developed a reputation for being a bitch, but who cares! I love a woman who is in control. And, you made it clear, I belong to you!

I massage your back, making you moan in your helmet. You lean back. “You know what feels great?” you ask.

“1500ccs between your legs I bet!” I reply.

“Hmmm that does feel good! But I was thinking of something else.” You respond. You take my hand with your leather gloved hand.

“I have something else in mind,” you respond. My hand is moved into your black leather chaps. I notice that you are wet. I am surprised you didn’t cum on the bike.

“Ohh, I see your ride has put you in a mood,” I remark.

“In the mood, but it hasn’t completed the job,” you answer.

“I think I know what you want!” I respond devilishly.

I get off the bed, and proceed to kneel down in front of you. I see a smile coming from your helmet, as your legs close around my body.

I love this feeling. There is no escape from your luxuriously leather clad thighs.

You unbutton your chaps. I can’t help but notice the lack of panties.

I don’t know what is more intoxicating. I stare up at your double EE breasts, and I smell the wonderful bouquet of your juices, the leather and the smell of the bike. You stare down.

I start to lick around your labia. You taste so good. I start probing with my tongue, and savor every moment of it.

You reward me by stroking my back with your leather gloves.

I keep enjoying you. Some people believe Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth. It doesn’t compare to your voluptuous body. With my hands I pull off your boots and socks. While my mouth is gently sucking on your womanhood, my hands are rubbing the arches of your feet.

Your ride has certainly put you in the right mood. Not before long, you cross your legs behind my back. I couldn’t get out if I wanted to. But really, I don’t want to get out. You possess me, and I love every moment of it. I slowly, and steadily lick from your vaginal opening to your clitoris. Your body can’t take much more of this, and I hear you groan from your helmet.

“Give it to me!” I remark.

Just then you have a powerful orgasm. I get a faceful of your delicious cream on my face.

The excitement of both riding your bike, and your nerd has taken its toll. You lean back on the bed, flushed.

I wipe off my face, and then lie down beside you. You reach over and notice that I am extremely aroused.

“What are we going to do about that,” you ask. Your leather clad hand is touching my penis.

“Your hands feel so good there,” I moan.

You cup my penis with your hand and start stroking. You then lean over me. The image of the hottest woman I know in leather, and the stroking send me over the top. I am cumming.

“Oh god yes!” I remark.

You take off your helmet and leathers, and toss them off the side of the bed.

After all of that, we are both tired. We lay on the bed together, and fall asleep spooning. I feel your breast and tummy on my back. I am in my second favorite position, held in your embrace.

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It seemed like just an average day at the time. In other words, about as appealing as dogshit on a cheese board. I was out performing my wifely duty and picking up some last-minute groceries for hubby’s evening repast. Well, I mean, wouldn’t you put off something as spiritually riveting as shopping for pre-cooked chicken and pre-washed salad till the last minute?…second?…okay, I was running a little late. I don’t know why I just don’t stock up on a year’s worth of dinners in one massive microwavable-meal-buying spree; the guy only eats 6 different things. That way, I could shop at Costco instead of Trader Joe’s and save myself having to play bumper-cars with ultra-trendy eco-bitches in that goddamn parking lot. It’s probably all that fiber that makes them such terrible drivers. Gotta be tough to concentrate on steering when you’ve got a colon like a circus cannon.

So, I’m aimlessly wandering around the produce bins, trying to decide how many boxes of Two-Buck Chuck my trunk will hold if I put off purchasing kitty-litter and Kleenex, when I see this youngish guy giving me the eye. Now, it’s not like I don’t get my fair share of hungry looks from anonymous be-testicled gentlemen in commercial establishments, but this was far deeper than your average “nice tits” ogle. While he wasn’t “lift up your skirt and jump up on top of the Granny Smiths” attractive, there was a certain intensity to him that gave me a little warm rush in a place of unspeakable privacy. So…I sort of returned his gaze. Not a lot! I was just sort of acknowledging the fact that I was not hugely offended that he thought I was hot. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with a little harmless flirt before going home to watch The Amazing Race reruns, is there? A little sneaky glance, the smallest of smiles and I was out of there. It was on to steel cut oatmeal, Red Leicester cheese and a couple of boxes of all natural frozen turkey burgers. He may have been out of my sight, but he was certainly not out of my mind.

God, what was it about that guy and his weird “I really want to do you” gaze? Even as I’m picking through the salmon fillets, I continue to semi-obsess over my brief encounter with Mr. Starer. I actually caught myself peering down the aisle to see if he was possibly lurking nearby, but of course he wasn’t. Time to get back to reality girl and go home to that nice safe husband of yours! So I’m about equidistant between the Korean Style Beef short ribs and the organic Mango lemonade and I start thinking that maybe I might give good old Gordon a little “sugar” between the main entre and our post-prandial coffee. Fuck, the way my man-magnet was feeling right at that moment, I might just jump his bones before dinner and order out. So, with my little produce-section romance fast becoming a fading memory, I give a horny little sigh and head off for the cash register. Maybe the cashier will take a quick gander down my top to keep my “bone-me battery” charged at full. Yet again, I stealthily peruse the surrounding vicinity for any signs of my legume lothario, but alas in vain. Ka-chingggg. Goodnight.

I lugubriously wheeled my liberally-stocked cart out to the furthest most section of the Trader Joe parking facility in search of my seriously-space-deprived and lonely SUV. The sun was fading even quicker than me as I push the little button on my Escort key remote and heard it chirp out a welcome. This is where my “just an average day” suddenly got very interesting. Before I could open the passenger door and fling in my hastily gathered provender, I felt a pair of strong firm hands grip the sides of my blouse and push me flat against my vehicle. “Unbutton your blouse, then lift up your arms and grab the roof rack,” a soft but serious sounding voice commanded. I knew right away, it was the stranger from the produce section. I could see his face in the reflection of my tinted windows but I do not turn to look back. I silently did as he asked, popping open my buttons with trembling fingers and then gripping the shiny aluminum bar in breathless anticipation. Immediately he drove his taut and insistent body into mine, jamming my almost-naked breasts and stomach forcefully into to ice-cold passenger-door window. My nipples were so hard; I’m surprised they didn’t shatter the glass. I could feel his alarmingly-sized nookie-nightstick pressing into me from the crack of my ass to well up into my lumbar region.

Still, I chose to do nothing. I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have called for help but I remained obediently mute as his rough hands brazenly dropped from my sides to the very brink of indecency. What was I doing? What was I allowing this stranger to do? Before I could even think, his teeth sank hungrily into the nape of my neck at the precise moment that the sanctity of my skirt hem was boorishly violated and my underwear unceremoniously wrenched from its appropriate location. Christ! My last line of virtuous defense had been obliterated. I was now his to do with as he pleased and it was apparent that he pleased to do much. Wanton shameful fingers imposed themselves upon the cheeks of my naked ass, taking lascivious liberties of untold impropriety and yet I did not protest. As I stood there pinned against my car door, my fervent and only prayer was that he had not reached the limit of his crude and barbaric groping. It turns out, I needn’t have worried. Within seconds his wet mouth released my teeth-ravished neck to go in search of more sulliable flesh on which to find purchase. I could hardly breathe as I felt him repel down my spine and when he shoved his head up under my skirt, I almost lost my grip on the roof rack and fell backwards on top of him. I could now feel his nose and cheeks prying my ass-crack apart as his hand reached between my thighs and stroked my sopping girly-flaps. The more he debased and fondled the absolute core of my womanhood the more my legs drew apart to welcome the salacious assault. Shit! I should have shaved. My poor throbbing clitoris was begging to be put out of its misery. It ached to find release as he expertly swirled his thumb in rhythmic rings around my beautiful love button. And then I felt it.

His profligate tongue began to paint a circle of his warm gooey saliva around my backdoor. The lingual probing as he wandered back and forth from the very edge of my vagina to the epicenter of my sphincter was mind-blowing. This was a tactile intimacy that I had never before received, even from my best girlfriend in high school. I almost snapped the aluminum bar I was holding as his ring-finger slowly breached the initial tightness of my girlie-opening and slipped up inside me. I let out a few involuntary whispery squeals and moans as he plumbed the very depths of my ever-moistening delicates. I wanted to grunt and kick like a rutting elk but because of our location, could only drool down the tinted glass.

I had no way of knowing if anyone was watching us at that point because the window was completely fogged from my hot steamy panting. What’s more I didn’t care. There could have been a class of 7th graders staring at me and it would have mattered not. I only knew or cared that I was heading towards the kind of orgasm I hadn’t experienced since I found my mother’s vibrator in a drawer. I could feel the pre-cum rush growing between my legs like a huge self-inflatable raft. Overpowering sensual sensations were shooting up my vaginal canal and into my abdomen like the fireworks at a Chinese New Year. Meanwhile, my ass had been reborn as an insatiable whore-hole of unbridled carnality and desire as he had burrowed and slithered his way inside and was now sodomizing me with the tip of his tongue. I could tell by the towering waves of concupiscent, pulsating pleasure battering the very core of my being that the final moments of blinding consummation were upon me. Everything I had was his to take. Nothing would be denied. “Fuck me right here in this parking lot. Jam your unholy cock wherever you want. Stain me with your goo. Just don’t stop! Don’t…! JESUS…FUCKING…That tongue!” The shudders and spasms were so violent; I thought I was going to set off my car alarm. I couldn’t see. All I could hear was the sound of my own gasps and moans and sobbing. My knees collapsed and I found myself writhing on the filthy, black tarmac with my hands between my legs desperately trying not to be torn in two by the almost unbearable climactic surges shooting out of my clit like the sparks from an exploding electrical relay station. Hours seemed to pass before the merciless blood-engorged pounding of my pudenda ebbed to the point where other senses began to function again. And when I finally did open my eyes…he was gone. All there was to see was some crazy lady lying next to her car in a parking lot with her shirt undone and her underwear around her ankles.

I staggered to my feet with as much dignity as I could muster and insouciantly dusted-off my debris-encrusted skirt while holding my blouse together with my other hand. “Yes,” I thought as I fumbled for my keys. “Definitely take-out night.”