Hog Wild

Jessica pushed the kick stand out, swung her leg off the bike. She eased off her helmet, ran her fingers through her hair.

She waved to a few riders she recognized, hooked her helmet onto the sissy bar. The charitable ride was fun. The route had meandered through several small towns where residents had lined the streets. It had moved her to see so many people standing on sidewalks and at the end of their driveways with signs that said ‘THANK YOU’ in large bright letters.

“Kinda chokes you up, doesn’t it?”

Jessica nodded at the biker who parked next to her. “I had to keep telling myself not to cry.”

“I hear ya.”

Jessica snorted out a laugh. Jake was tall, with a slender but muscled build that said he was disciplined. The shaved head and goatee gave him a somewhat hostile demeanor. It seemed that she bumped into him at every charity ride; they had made a habit of flirting and teasing each other.

“You were crying?”

He smiled showing straight, white teeth and a dimple that winked in his left cheek. Damn he was hot!

“Don’t tell anyone. I have a rep.”

Yeah, she had heard about Jake’s rep, wondered if the rumors were true. “Your secret is safe with me.” She laughed, shoved her gloves into a saddle bag. “I’m going to grab something to eat. Want to join me?”

“Sure. But I could use a drink first.” He put his hand on her back to steer her toward the beer garden. The touch was light and casual, but it felt intimate.

“I’m not thirsty.”

He stopped, turned to face her. His hand never left her back, but pressed into her, held her against him. Possessed. “Good. Me neither.”

He took her hand and walked toward one of the pavilions, tested two doors before he found one that opened. He closed the door behind them, twisted the lock, flipped on the light. Shelves were neatly stacked with cleaning supplies. A wood table dominated most of the space.

“Are you okay with this? We can go…”

The rest of Jake’s suggestion was muffled in his shirt as Jessica pulled it over his head, dropped it on the floor. She raked her nails across his chest, pressed an open mouth on his left nipple, flicked her tongue across the silver ring that pierced it. He cupped his hand on the back of her head, pressed her against him. She tugged at the ring and he groaned, pushing his hips against hers.

She shifted, cupped his hard cock with her hand.

He backed her against the table. “Jess, Jesus, I want…I fucking need to taste you.”

She kept her eyes on his as she popped the buttons on his jeans; smiled when she found him commando.

“You said you were thirsty.” Her hand wrapped around his cock when it sprang free. She grazed her teeth along his throat as she stroked him.

“I was.” Jake boosted her up onto the table, yanked off her jeans, pushed her knees back. “Now I’m hungry.”

He shoved her thighs apart, spread her lips and stood over her.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “And so fucking wet.”

His face hovered above her a moment. He raised his eyes to meet hers, then his mouth was on her pussy, hot as fire. He lapped at her, feasted on her like a rabid wolf. She cupped his head, pushed him against her and he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“I need you inside me. Now.”

“Not yet.”

“God, Jake.” His mouth was doing wonderful things to her pussy , but she needed more. “Please, I need something inside me.”

“I can do that.”

As he sucked hard on her clit, he pressed two fingers into her cunt, slid them in slow, then withdrew. When she arched against him, he pushed in as deep as he could.

“Oh, God, yes!” Her hips rocked against his hand and he pistoned like a jackhammer while she chanted his name. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Even as she came, he kept fucking her with his fingers. “No chance, babe.”

Barbie

I was thirteen when I made my Barbie fuck Ken.

Ken was on top, Barbie was on her back. It's what I knew to be the norm. Then my older sister told me about sixty-nine, and Ken and Barbie discovered a new position.

I got a new Barbie for my fourteenth birthday. Ken was a happy man. He had two women who fucked him day and night in a variety of positions.

Then I found my dad’s Playboy magazines, and everything changed. Pressing Ken against Barbie made my stomach jump, but pressing Barbie against her girlfriend made my pussy tingle.

None of us noticed that Ken had driven off in the pink convertible. The Barbies were too busy eating each other’s smooth pussies.

And I discovered masturbating.

I would lie in my bed, surrounded by teddy bears, and stroke my clit.

Eyes closed, I fantasized that my best friend, her long blond hair a contrast to my own raven locks, kneeled between my legs. Her eager mouth against my pussy, her tongue licking my clit.

My fingers were her mouth as they swirled over my clit. My fingers were her fingers as they fucked into my innocent cunt.

Good Girl

My head rests on your lap. I unzip your trousers, reach in and pull out your hard cock. I lick my lips at the beauty, the glorious thick shaft. The tip glistens with a bead of pre-cum, twitches in anticipation. I swipe my tongue, relish that first taste.

My ass rises up as I shift to my knees, wrap my mouth around you, take you in as far as I can. You moan, drop your head back onto the sofa, cup my ass with your hand.

As I stroke your cock, fuck it with my warm, wet mouth, I fall into the zone; that delicious place where my body only feels and my mind empties of everything but you.

You slap my ass once, twice, three times. The sting makes my pussy drip with greed and I slide further into that misty place. I moan — something I know you like because it vibrates up your cock — and suck faster. Harder.

You groan, press my head down, urge me to suck you harder. I wrap my hand around the base and stroke in time with my mouth, squeezing tight.

“Good girl,” you moan. “Such a good girl.” You reward me by pressing your finger into my ass, stroking in and out.

Your cock hardens even more and you thrust your hips forward, push down on my head and grunt as you cum, your warm juice coating my mouth and throat.

Your finger presses palm-deep into me and my own orgasm rips through me, my tight ass gripping your finger like a vice.

Never enough

She holds herself open, looks over her shoulder, daring me.

I act all nonchalant for about three seconds and we both laugh. She knows too well that I love to eat her luscious pussy.

I jump onto the bed, flip her over, yank her hips up and press my face between her cheeks.

“Hold yourself open,” I tell her.

She reaches back and spreads herself.

“That’s it, baby.” My tongue drags through her slit, presses into her cunt, fucks her for several strokes until she groans. I bring my tongue up and swirl it around her sweet rosebud. My fingers find her swollen clit, pinch and rub. She whimpers and moans louder.

“Faster,” she begs. “Faster.”

My fingers rotate with lightning speed against her clit as my tongue drills into her ass.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries. “Yes. Yes. Yes."

Her ass convulses around my tongue and her cunt drips as she cums hard.

I don’t wait for her to level out. I flip her over, push her thighs apart and press my open mouth against her throbbing pussy.

I can’t get enough of her.

Salty Spasms

I lick your balls, suck each one into my mouth, lap at them with my tongue.

Pre-cum drips down the length of your cock and I fist my hand around your hard shaft, stroke your glorious length while I suck your balls.

You pull my hair, shift my head and tap your wet cock against my mouth. I flick out my tongue, taste your salty goodness. My lips open, take your crown into my mouth.

Your head drops back and you thrust your hips, push into my mouth. I groan, close my eyes, wrap my hand around your cock. As my mouth fucks your hard cock, my hand grips you like a vice. Faster and faster, I take you in, your hips rocking as you shove in and out of my mouth.

You hold my head in place, grunting, egging me to suck you harder.

“That’s it,” you chant. “That’s it. Yeah, that’s it.”

With a final vicious thrust, you shoot into the back of my throat. I wrap my arms around your ass and take you in as far as I can, reveling in your salty spasms.

Do it again

His cock presses into me, slow at first, then faster and faster. Hard, fierce thrusts drive me to the edge where I hover.

“I need you inside me,” I groan.

“I’m fucking you, baby.”

I close my eyes, press down to take all of him inside me as deep as his cock will go. “You know what I mean.”

He kisses my mouth and grins. “Yes I do,”

His hand caresses my ass, squeezes one cheek, then inches over until his finger finds my anus. He circles it, teasing me, until I groan. Then he presses into me.

“Yes!” Triumphant, I lean back, ride his cock as his finger fucks my ass.

In only five strokes, he makes me cum.

“Do it again,” I beg.

Not Done

He presses his cock inside me, gliding easily into the wetness.

“Fuck yes,” I groan.

He pumps his hips, thrusting into me, dragging me close to climax. But I hover just at the edge, the blissful release held at bay.

“I need you inside me,” I whisper in his ear.

“I am inside you baby.”

“No.” I take his hand, press it against my ass. “Here.”

His finger circles my pink rosebud, teasing, stroking.

“Put it in,” I beg, reaching back and nudging his hand.

He presses his finger into my ass and I groan. “Yes!”

He pumps into me–cunt and ass–and the effect is immediate. The orgasm rips through me, and I cry out.

“Fuck!”

I drop onto him, limp.

“I’m not done,” he says.

I smile into his neck. “Good. Neither am I.”

Greedy Girl

"Don’t move," I tell her, as I brush my cheek against her thigh.

"I promise," she replies, and closes her eyes, lets her head fall back against the pillow.

I trail gentle kisses along her labia, flick my tongue just inside the soft folds, swirling around but never touching her clit. It’s a technique I know drives her crazy, but she doesn’t move.

"Good girl," I tell her.

She only sighs.

"You’re so wet," I moan, pressing two fingers into her snug cunt. "Jesus, so fucking wet."

She grunts, but still doesn’t move. I slide my fingers in and out, slow and tortuous. The only thing that moves is her belly, as she pants, and her cunt, as it clamps around my fingers.

I cannot continue torturing her like this. Not because I care about her, but because I want this vixen to let go. I know what she’s like when she lets go.

"Okay, baby."

"Oh, fuck!" she cries, and opens her thighs wide.

She grabs my hair and presses my face into her pussy. She grinds against my mouth as my fingers piston in and out of her dripping cunt. My tongue, feverish with need, laps at her clit.

"Yes! Yes!" She is wild with need now. Hands tangle in my hair, press my face into her. Hips rock with a crazed frenzy, until she convulses around my fingers.

"More," she says, when her breathing slows.

"Greedy girl," I say, but grin and press my open mouth against her clit, more than happy to oblige.