Seems like the more you get, the more you want.
We’ve all been there: playing rodeo indoors for a day or two (or six), only surfacing to eat, drink and update our Twitter streams. (Oh, like you don’t.) Madeline‘s grabbed a handful of hotness from this week’s sex blogosphere, just in case you find yourself naked, sweaty and postcoital this weekend with a hankering for some, um, inspiration.
We kiss….for a long time, and once again must stop ourselves from fucking in the parking lot. Eventually, we trot off to the room (our usual) and step inside. The longing…has now turned to intense and unadulterated lust. We are clawing at each other, biting, unable to stop each other. I rip his plaid shirt open and pull at his jeans. His belt is quickly undone, and I am eager for that enormous cock.
Instead I became focused on the coolness of the glass as it circled my clit the ease with which it penetrated me and how quickly it warmed to my cunt. I lazily fucked myself drawing out my arousal while lightly slapping my perfectly purple tits. Each time my palms made contact with my extremely sensitive nipples I felt an intense spasm of pleasure in my cunt.
I glanced around at the easy traffic on the winding four-lane suburban highway as I undid my jeans. But soon my hand was tired from the combined efforts of rubbing tights circles and pushing space in my snug jeans. It’s not an easy feat to push one’s panties and jeans down ass and hips while driving, but I did it. My long shirt covered my tummy and cunt but patches of pale skin was visible at my hips and the tops of my thighs, should a passing motorist of the correct height happen to glance over and inside my car.
Abruptly she pulled downwards and his pants fell around his ankles. His cock, hard and red, stood out like a prod, pointing directly at her face. She looked up at him then, and there was in her eyes such a look of lust that even he was swayed by its force.
“Or, not to put too fine a point on it,” she purred now, “to have you fuck my brains out.” Her hand went to his shaft and grasped it firmly. He gasped at how cool and soft her fingers felt around his heated flesh. She began stroking him, gently twisting her grasp around and around, squeezing him downward and then upward, milking the first drops of pre-cum free.
My efforts were mostly useless. But worthwhile, when he peeled away the objects of torture-with exquisite deliberation on each one. And rewarded me with his cock.
And, what a cock. It didn’t take much suggestion on his part for me to beg for it, and suck it with enthusiasm. Even as he forced me to strain for it, from my position, kneeling on the bed as he stood in front of me, fully clothed except for his hanging, gorgeous cock.
And so I extended the long cord to the nearest outlet and knelt in front of Alice’s vagina, the dyed blue hairs now drenched in fluid, her cuntlips now engorged and slick with her arousal. I held the head of the vibrator flush up against her, moving it around in little circles, trying to match the rotation of the hips in front of me. Alice now exhaled deeply, and emitted a slight moan, the tempo of her breathing increasing, her mouth open and her tongue working itself back and forth across her lower lip, her discreet little noises now cascading on top of one another in rhythm to the circling of the vibrator, the wetness now starting to shine at the tops of her thighs.