Sometimes if you get what you deserve you sometimes end up deserving what you get.
Posted Thu May 10, 2007 08:03 PM
Then there’s me. I sometimes think I have no libido at all. What I do have is a very sensitive clit. You know, that little button thing you men commonly ignore. Silk is about the only thing I can wear next to it without it swelling and getting me flustered and excited.
Then there are also you men, or at least some of you men. I think I must be attracted to those types who are witty, and assertive. If you have this trait and you have nice eyes, straight white teeth and a genuine smile then I am already wet. Panties or no, my clit will start to swell and where undergarments are in place the rubbing in this aroused state is perpetual and to the point when I will orgasm at some stage and when I say orgasm I mean bucket loads. I gush, and the cascade will soak my thighs and legs and eventually drip onto the floor. It can be extremely embarrassing when it looks as though I have wet myself. I mean I have wet myself but not in that sense. For this reason, when I go out, I wear no panties. I can’t afford too many silk knickers on my salary. I do not do it to be daring or for any other deviant reason.
I met a couple of friends in a popular local pub and I only meant to stay for a short while. It was about eleven pm on a Friday night. I was not dressed to impress as I was wearing a pale yellow thigh length pleated skirt and a grey vest. I was not wearing bra or panties and I was barefoot because my shoes were hurting my feet.
My friend, Emma, asked if I wanted to go and watch her friends playing pool. I said I would rather scratch my eyeballs with a hot needle. I had had some experience of pool players and decided to keep well away in future. Then this tall, very young looking man interrupted our conversation and handed her a cell phone stating that her other friends were at another pub. I don’t know what Emma was doing with a group of such younger men. Although not usually judgemental, I was left with the distinct impression that all young men are desperate and all mature women were seen to be easy. Maybe this was a popular misconception but it was something I did not particularly wish to reinforce.
His eyes were all over me and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable and wishing I had more on underneath. I did check out his butt as he returned to the pool-room. This is a natural and mostly uncontrollable habit. He stopped at the door and turned stating that he would see Emma down the road in a while. I checked out his credentials. I don’t know why but sometimes it is the natural thing to do. I realised too late that my eyes had lingered there just a tad too long and I felt myself blush heavily and just caught his eyes as I tried to casually look around the room.
He was either very well endowed or had a large hankie in his pocket. Actually I remember thinking he could not be wearing any underpants as this giant member was trailing halfway down his leg. It seemed to me so obvious that it was designed to be seen. Even the jeans he was wearing were faded at just that point as if by wear. I remember thinking that perhaps the manufacturers did this on purpose, advertising not stone-washed but bone-washed. I let out a little private laugh. My friend asked me why I was laughing. I caught his eye again as I remarked “nothing.” I had a real smile on my face and it was obvious from a male point of view that I showed an interest in him. But I was sure in my mind that nothing would come of it.
We walked down to the other pub. Our friends were sitting in a quiet part of the bar and we joined them after getting some drinks. I sat in the corner facing the room and Emma sat opposite. After an hour and two drinks later the conversation was loud and funny if not a little vulgar. I hadn’t noticed that during Emma’s introduction to some guys that she knew that my nipples had become aroused. At that time I did not know that the tall young man was with them. They took some seats from other tables and added another spur to our table.
The seat next to me was empty and I suppose it was because nobody knew me. Emma asked what I was drinking and I said “Vodka and tonic” which was very weird because I had been drinking gin and tonics most of the evening. She called out my drink towards the bar. I looked across to see who was there. It was the tall young guy.
He came and sat next to me and gave me my drink. Had Emma orchestrated this? Had he arranged to sit next to me? I had no idea. All I knew was that I could not take my eyes off his bulge. It seemed that I took every opportunity to look at it, more in disbelief than anything else. Emma looked at me while the fellahs were talking. She motioned with her hands and mouthed the words “big.” I replied “too big.” He turned directly towards me and said “what’s big?”
I must have gone vivid pink as I stammered for an explanation. Emma came to the rescue with “the drink is too big, she may not be able to take it all in.” I couldn’t believe what she was saying and shot her a very reprimanding stare. “No honestly its fine” I said apologetically “I’ll have to take my time over it….savour it.” I felt myself digging a hole as Emma was now convulsed in drunken laughter.
Two drinks later and I was sloshed. I had struck up a conversation with Nick and we were getting on really well despite the occasional comments from Emma. In fact I was flirting unashamedly as Emma liked to point out. I had unconsciously swung my legs towards him and my bare feet were resting on the rung of his chair. When he returned with another round of drinks he sat straddling my legs. I told him of my hurting foot and he lifted one of them up and said “which one, this one?” I said “no the other one.” He lifted the other one and my skirt hem slipped right back to my crotch. I pulled my feet from his hands and dropped them to the seat so that I did not flash my pussy to the whole pub.
It was then that I felt his huge cock next to my foot. He continued to hold my ankles and started to gently massage them and the backs of my calves. I was really glad I had waxed them the day before as they were particularly smooth. We carried on talking and his hands moved further up my legs. I was getting a little worried that this was becoming inappropriate for a crowded pub. I was also getting a little more than moist down below. Although nobody was paying us any attention it was a tad too intimate for public.
I told him that I felt uncomfortable with all these people around. He said “fine, let’s go to my place.” Everyone was leaving anyway so we just left with them. Outside it was raining really heavily. I was certainly not dressed for that. I suggested getting a taxi. “I live just around the corner, come on lets go.”
Still barefoot we ran for what seemed like half a mile. I was absolutely drenched. My vest was virtually see-through and my skirt clung to my wet nakedness. We finally got to his place and he gallantly fetched me a towel and started to rub my hair. I pulled the vest away from my tits but it soon slapped back again like cling-film. My nipples were stiff from cold and I was beginning to shiver. I saw that he was wet too and was taking off his shirt and trousers. He stripped to his underpants with his back towards me. When he turned I could see more distinctly his huge bulge. Things were getting angry down there and straining to get out. Also I was feeling a little more than horny myself.
“I’ll get you something to change into,” he said and then went into the bedroom. He returned with a large shirt. “Here, you’d better put this on.” I’ll make a cup of coffee. As he went to the kitchen I slipped off my top and skirt, put on the shirt and joined him in the kitchen.
I had rather a nice warm feeling between my legs and my clit was becoming swollen and sensitive. My nipples were now stiff for a different reason. The shirt just covered me front and rear but left a wide slit just below my hips. I had clumsily buttoned it up to my navel and the shirt parted at the chest a little.
I expected some small talk about the evening or how best to make coffee. It didn’t happen. Nick was standing behind the door and ambushed me as I entered. He started to kiss the back of my neck and his hand darted from one breast to the other and across my hardened nipples plucking each as he left each. Then he started to kiss the other side of my neck. I turned my head and our lips met briefly. His right hand was at my crotch and was feeling my wetness. He pushed me against the wall and pulled the shirt apart sending buttons all over the floor. His fingers went deep inside me as he continued to massage my mound. My tits were now against the cold wall and it felt so good. I opened my legs so that I could feel his fingers explore me. He pulled my hips backwards and I felt his cock slapping against my inner thigh. He was big and it took several beautiful attempts to get it into me. God, did his huge cock make me feel horny. It nearly took my breath away as it slipped into my pussy.
I was glad I was so wet. The hornier I got the wetter I became. The rhythmic strokes and the vacuum of the semi-withdrawal gave me a pleasure that was bordering on devil-worship.
My inner legs were drenched with my own juices. I could not get enough of him as I found myself pushing back hard against his thrusts.
His hands were on my tits again and twisting my nipples. I put my hand down between my legs and gripped his manhood as he pumped my pussy. I could hardly close my fingers around it. I held his balls as he slapped his hips against my buttocks.
I could no longer hold on, I came with a grunt that would be the envy of a tennis star when serving but unlike them I was to grunt again and again louder and louder.
I pulled myself off him and I gushed my fluids down the insides of my thighs. I turned and knelt before him. I wanted to hold his member in my hands and feel its width. It was no longer than my husband’s but it was very thick. I could just get the end into my mouth.
There could be no deep throat with this beast. My mouth was fully open and barely able to cope with its size. All I could do was gently suck and tease the end with my tongue. My hands were caressing his balls as my mouth pumped on his bell.
Then he came…violently, throwing gulps of cum to the very back of my throat. Sweet nectar of juice pulsating with every charge of his stiff hose. It rippled through his soft duct past my firm grip as it sped into my mouth. It was explosive in its quest to escape only to be recaptured and swallowed with an enthusiasm I had not experienced since I was a teenager trying to please.
I wanted more. I wanted him in my mouth and in my pussy all at the same time. I was delirious with urge and intoxicated with lust.
I pushed him into the living room and onto the sofa. I mounted him like the stallion he was. I rode him hard despite his obvious tenderness. I was shameless in my need for getting him inside me again. I had complete control over where I needed his cock to be. It touched parts of me that buzzed and tingled. It slopped and blurched as I slipped on and off.
I could feel it losing its stiffness. It was beginning to shrink. I pushed my tits into his face and he began to nibble and suck my nipples. Taughtness returned gradually and a gentle refilling of my pussy began as I pounded relentlessly, rotating my hips forward as I withdrew and backwards as I sank it deep.
A beautiful rotational motion that gripped and relaxed. We were both sweating heavily. My hips juddered and then came the release, the pain of coming was electrifying. My body became numb. I had no control of my thoughts, my head, dizzy with the moment had paralysed me momentarily as my hips jerked involuntarily with each wave of delight.
I continued to plunge around his thick sword making the most liquid of noises as I did so. Then I felt him really stiffen like a steel rod inside me, then release, and stiffen again. His hips thrust into me and his pump forced his juice deep inside. When he finished flexing I slowly pulled myself off.
Like a plug removed from a barrel of fine wine our combined juices spewed out in a torrent. I was naked, wet and dirty and I didn’t care. The smell of love juices in the air was overpowering. I would not have been surprised to find myself in hell having just made love to Lucifer himself. I got what I deserved and I felt I deserved what I got.
I ached for days afterwards. I bought myself a huge dildo as a reminder of how it felt that night. Jack now uses it on me until I cum. Then I get on top of him. Its like having two guys at once. I love it!
Elle Jansen 08/06 (Nicentite)
Posted Fri May 11, 2007 11:46 AM
We have amongst us one helluva story-teller with adjectives in ALL (and I DO mean ALL) of the right places.
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