hunger pangs

part ii of ii

Now.
All I want to do is make you squirm.
My middle finger tip finds its way between your overheated lips. You begin to rock your hips, expressing your urge, I allow an inch which slips in ever so easily. You’ve never had a problem getting wet for me. I continue to press and probe at the  gathering wetness, my finger disappears inside, searching the roof of your slick cunt for the place I know will send you over the edge.
You push my face away, and catch your breath, heavy now, your pressing becomes harder, more focused. I’m quite ready to explode out of my jeans, my rock hard cock, trapped, I have to move. Without a word I slink down in my chair and slip to the floor with a twist. My hand trails a line of your sweet nectar from pussy to your knee.
In the darkness at your feet I can release my throbbing dick. It stands straight up and thick. I situate myself on knee between your legs and kiss the inside of your calf. I remove your heels and rest your feet on my thighs. I look up to find you eyeing me, hungrily, you bite your bottom lip and spread your legs wider, willing me on, fingering aside the sodden folds you expose yourself and mouth the words “Lick me”.
Who has who here I wonder briefly.. who cares.
The smell of your sex takes over. The tip of my tongue finds the end of the trail and flickers its way along your silky smooth skin. I take in your taste. As my lips near yours you push out to meet me, stretching out to find my tongue. I glance up and see your eyes closed, hands grip the armrests. You are ready.
I lightly trace the contours. Saturated, swollen, open and hot.
Little twitches through your legs as I hit sweet spots, electric charges up your torso wrap themselves around your breasts and neck. Lapping gently at you I start a rhythmic dance around your engorged button, it's pleading for attention. I reach down and lift your foot, introducing it to my stiff, protruding flesh, it takes you off guard, momentarily, but then you warm to the task.
I push my head between your legs a little more forcefully, applying some pressure. I hear you moan and then feel your fingers run through my hair. You pull me in.
My idol hand finds its home beneath my chin, I edge a finger in. Just a little.
In and out.
You push into my face a little harder, and start to thrust. I slide in a little deeper and start to rub.
You taste so good.
You’ve both feet wrapped around my shaft now and work it expertly from base to tip. I imagine with desperate longing how delightful it would be to nudge my crown inside this steaming cunt, if only to experience the heat, the desire, the connection. The thought has brought a pearly drop of precum to my eye, the perfect lubricant.
Further in I push, not one finger, but two. You moan deliciously. Momentarily I wonder if we might be found out.. but I certainly can’t stop. Your juice has me intoxicated. I continue my dance, my tonguing, I suck and flick at the firm nib of your clit, working it over, sucking it in. It’s getting noisy, alteast down here. I feel your legs tense somewhat, and your grip on my hair tightens..
You’re not far away.
This is getting me so horny, so hard. I can feel my balls starting to swell. I glance up to gauge your progress, an almost pained expression worn on your face. I move a hand up beneath your blouse to knead your breast. I know you like that.
My fingers probe deeper, I turn my wrist to find the roof of your lust filled tunnel.. the spot you love me to stroke. I keep my pace, flickering tongue, sucking, massaging, finger fucking. Your thighs start to shiver, hands gripping tighter. Moans now audible, noticeable, but I don’t give a fuck.
I want you to come for me, come on me. You start to shake, I continue with my kneading, you almost stop breathing. I feel your orgasm arrive, its been building for so long.
I suckle further, pressing my face and fingers into you. You let out that moan, the one of release, and shudder. Your body crimps, your cunt clamps tight around my fingers, I feel your pulse through me, you push my head away, in ecstasy . A supreme pleasure invades me as I see your body convulse, letting yourself go, a little stream of come coats my fingers, and gathers in my palm.
My reward for a job well done.  
I stay there for awhile, in close. I sweep soft kisses from left to right, along the inside of your thighs, as the rosy orgasmic glow ebbs from you, and heavy pulse recedes.
I reach down and take my hard, aching pole in hand and start to stroke. 
It won’t take long.
You press and pad my balls with a delicate foot, the other rests firmly on my chest. You look at me and smile, encourage me to release my load..
“Come on baby” you mouth the word “Come”..
My fist full of cock strains. I stop pumping.. without breaking our gaze, mouth ajar, it takes all my strength not to howl, as searing jets of seed are thrown skyward. I release, and breathe. Finally.
Your foot fondling continues. I struggle to gather composure, remnants of come still throb from me. I see glistening pools, placed almost strategically on the dark surface between your legs, rivulets search a gradual course down your shin, your sparkling eyes reflect of the pleasured state I’m in.
It takes some time to dissipate, I remain between your legs and wait, as soon as possible I re-house my dick, half fat and slick, and return quietly to my seat. Spent.
The smell of sex lingers around us like a boozy haze.
We decide it best to leave, I’m assured that it was a crap film anyway. But not as I recall it.

hunger pangs...
part i of ii

While standing in queue to enter the cinema, I lean in, pressing my body into yours, whispering in your ear.. ‘that skirt looks amazing, you better not be wearing knickers’.. with this you push your butt out a little, pressing into the bulge in my pants, looking over your shoulder you reply
“Not tonight”.
I run my fingertips down your side, over hip and thigh. No panty line.
‘So dirty’ I say with a smirk, my manhood stirring with a jolt, its movement not lost on you, the subject of some focused bumps...
“When I want to be”.
We shuffle into the dimly lit room. I follow you up the stairs admiring your sublime form, taking in your clean and fragrant scent. On the forefront of my mind exactly how sweet you must taste. Nearing the top of the stairs I reach out and swiftly run my fingers up the crease of your bum. You barely flinch, nor give me a backward glance. Perusing the room I’m pleased to see it not even half full. You start toward the back before I take your hand and lead you down to the very front row. ‘More leg room’. You greet this with a mischievious smile. We find our place in the centre of the row and fall back into the oversized faux leather arm-chairs, the precise reason why I’ve brought you here.
I cannot help but immediately notice the split in your pleated skirt as it falls away, conveniently exposing your inner left thigh. I imagine for a moment sitting opposite you, and the pretty sight it would make, you there, legs ajar, the outline of your lips just visible, awaiting arousal. My cock stretches a little further down the inside of my leg as the anticipation gets the better of me. I turn and look at you intently. Your lipstick glistens in the flickering screen light as the ads blur into eachother. I fantasize, constructing filthy pictures of those very lips wrapped around the head of my cock, and more. Sensing my gaze, you turn and meet my eyes..
“Have you seen this film before”...
‘No, and I don’t intend to’.
With that your eyes light up cheekily and glance down at my crotch, admiring briefly the outline of my growing meat.
The lights go out.
A pale blue shimmer reflects off your cheek. No others have sat in our row, they never do.  I gather your hand in mine and place it on my lengthening pole.
‘If you’re good and keep quiet, I might let you suck my cock later’. The film begins..
“What?” you query.. “Keep quiet?”...
I return nothing but a smile and guide your hand down the length of my shaft. You inhale deeply, I marvel as your chest rises and falls. Such incredible tits I think to myself, how dearly I would love to splash them with my hot seed. I lean in to inhale your perfume, you shy away at first, before allowing my lips to caress your neck. I lightly brush over the nape and make my way to your earlobe. Nibbling just a touch and exhaling heated breath..
‘I wanna taste your pussy’.
You inhale sharply. I place my hand on your bare knee and slowly, ever so slowly make my way up the inside of your thigh. Your breathing shortens a little and I listen carefully to the sounds of excitement, tuning into your arousal the dolby surround sound takes on background effect. Halfway up your thigh I pause and gently pull your legs apart, a little further, you let slip a tiny gasp as the chilled air caresses your swelling lips. I follow my path back down to your knee and repeat while softly nuzzling into your neck. I can feel the effect my attentions are having, never mind the weighty breaths that escape you as you claw at my rigid piece.
I continue on my merry way, lightly stroking lines and circling in toward my goal, your quim, I’m almost there. I can feel the heat emanating, your heat, radiating. Your breathing shortens further,  your chest heaves.  
‘I want you nice and wet’ .. to which you respond “Uh-huh”.
I zero in a little closer, my forefinger almost sweeps over the outside edge of your swollen lip. Oblivious to everything, you squeeze my straining dick.. it only serves to excite you more and you expel a delicate moan. Just as you do I extend my fingers and rest my hand over your swollen mound, pressing gently to gather its state of willingness. It’s soft, and wet, almost steaming heat as your flower exposes it’s want.
I palm your mound a little heavier, garnering the response I was looking for. You press into my open hand with vigour and turn to face me. We kiss with open longing mouths, the type of kiss that reveals our desire and attraction, the type of kiss that reflects our chemistry, upstairs and down. 
It’s why we are here.

You girls can be so Cheeky...

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           she was horny.  wet.  and wanting to play. 
      he couldn't take his eyes off her.  such deadly curves. 
he approached her from behind and slapped his hard dick across her cheeks.
        an earthy sound of approval escaped her lips.
                  he wanted in.

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friendship
the ins and outs
part viii

I cloaked myself around D as best I could, I didn’t want her to get away, not now. My cock head, slick with sweet nectar, nudged inside. That initial penetration, as her defenses give way, is worth every minute, every hour of tortured anticipation. I fed my rigid pole inch by inch into her, engorged veins like rope providing extra ribbing to which D responded well. Such a tight space, such a delightful exposure. Things were about to get a little more unruly. As i began probing her with girth the promise of ecstasy edged ever nearer. D took the intrusion well, almost graciously. She received my all and fairly took it in her stride pleading with me to fuck her.. how could I possibly refuse.
“Fuck me” this was too good to be true.
“C’mon”. I clawed into D’s hips, locked on, and threw some weight into it.
“Fuck me”. This girl was filthy and loving it, squealing as I thrust my aching flesh deep into her bum, my balls slapping heavily against her sodden folds, my pumping becoming manic, deliberately furious from hunger and aching for release.
It got the better of me. The situation. The woman. The sex.
Breathe, push, pause. Don’t hold back.
"Come in me"
My legs shudder, posture collapses. Somewhere deep inside D’s arse my cock explodes. Ribbons of seed spool out of me, burning in intensity. I hold her firm. Lines blur. Aftershocks and spasms invade, her adept arse muscles milk every last drop. Breathe. Am I living, or is this just a dream. As the last waves wash over me, my heated breath passes over D. For a moment longer we remain connected, unable to speak, no words needed. Spent. Relieved. A puddle at my feet.

It wasn't the most romantic of scenarios, more animalistic, a filthy procession of grunts, pants, 'ooohhhs',  'fuck's' and 'oh my god's'... thats just how it was. My concern was not with how this might occur to an onlooker, I cared only about how fucking good it felt diving in and out of D's various hot and slick receptacles with as much depth and gusto as I could manage without losing myself. There was no measure as to how much I wanted to fuck this woman, to be in this moment. One becomes oblivious to all else. It hadn't occurred to me that we were being watched. So it came as quite a surprise when after having her explode all over my shaft and cumming hard in D's arse.. we were startled by some vigourous applause, and not from one set of hands! Searching out the source of this invasion, peering out into the darkness I spotted 2 what you might refer to as street folk.. drunks.. sitting not more than 15m away from where we were, still semi clothed postcoitus. It's not that it was embarrassing, it just took me by surprise. D giggled, a little nervously, but we both realized that it was far too late to concern ourselves. We didn't necessarily hurry to get dressed. As the conversation started up between them.. hardly discernable in their drunkeness, I could make out only a few words, most of which were directed toward D and her physical attributes. Which I totally concurred with. I had to laugh. Besides, I'd just had some of the hottest sex of my life. I didn't care. I said to D that once we left I'm sure those guys would start pulling themselves.. if they hadn't already. And dear readers I ask.. whats wrong with that?

end.

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