Drive Me Hard

The cold frost was eating into the soles of my feet. The numbing pain as harsh as his teeth chewing on my labia, eating my pussy into a frenzy. My senses were heightened with the smell of new leather almost masked by the hot, raw sex radiating from my crotch. My feet plastered against the windshield, panties dangling from the rearview mirror like a trophy and my arms holding a firm grip in his wavy hair as he voraciously dove up into my hole. He must be uncomfortable with the gear shift digging into his ribs but I'm sure he doesn't mind. Any man willing to give up his new car smell for the odor of pussy was a winner in my book. His vehicle virginity will soon be taken by my fluids and moans. His fingertip teasing my ass and a free hand working its way into my bra. What am I 16? I thought to myself. This is insane. We are two consenting adults, married no less with a home, bed and a drawer full of dildos, lube and various other instruments of pleasure. Could we not control ourselves enough to make it home to a warm bed? I lost my train of thought as he tore into my rear and fingered both of my orifices. A deep and throaty "ugh" repeatedly got out of my chest between each gasp for breath. His middle finger pressing my g-spot and massaging behind my pelvis bone. That is my spot. That is my heavenly spot. As we act out the cliche of Make-Out Point, foggy windows and a bare ass up in the air. We've purchased cars before and any self-respecting man has a place in his heart for automobiles but this is different. This is unadulterated, spontaneous, uncontrolled addition to each other. The magnificence of every vehicle he's owned, the pristine condition and almost sterile interiors of cars past will be no more. I'm about to cum. Hard. In his face, on his fingers in both my ass and pussy. On his new black leather, heated seat with hot red stitching. My cunt clenched and my asshole tightened so much his finger couldn't thrust into me anymore.

"Oh my God, I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming on you. Take me in. Eat me... so good".

I feel my first expulsion backed up by my elusive but inevitable gush. A barely audible groan from his mouth told me he was enjoying my fertile femininity. A stream of hot liquid raced up in a steady flow from just below my clit, reaching his back and matte black dashboard. It glistened in the light and I thought he was going to slap me for desecrating his sacred machine. My messy orgasm, disrespect for his extension of his manhood, not jerking him off and selfishly enjoying the indulgence of roadside oral sex. His came up for air. A pool of pussy juice and various glandular ejaculates puddled under my sweating ass. I clicked off the heated seat and exclaimed "I'm so sorry. For this, mess. I couldn't help it honestly I couldn't. I, I don't know what came over me, us. I'm so embarrassed. Look at the dashboard. Your new seat."

He wiped his dash with his hand while the other pulled up his briefs around his stiff shaft, a deep reddish purple. He placed his hand under his nose and gently licked the remnants from his forefinger, most recently in my asshole. "Baby, it's a car. Now it's our car and every morning I get into it to leave you to go to work I will think of this amazing moment and you spread eagle, completely exposed and soaked after what I think was a pretty damn good fucking orgasm. Now, lets head back home and see what this car can do."

We drove off like there's no tomorrow. "Satisfied now?" I asked as the acceleration snapped my pelvis back into place. "In a rush to get somewhere?"

"Not satisfied and, uh yea. How about home so you can return the orgasm?" Oh he's in for some four on-the-floor performance he will not soon forget.

A Surprising Closet Finish You Have To Read

It was a snowy day here in NY. Cold, gray and a great day to languish in front of the TV and watch it until dark. Fortunately I felt a bit more ambitious. Back to the closet to finally finish the transition to the Winter wardrobe. Seriously by the time I am done it's going to be Spring.

After an afternoon of occupying our offspring in the snow, I was subjected to a continuous groping by my other half in the closet. We share a nice-sized closet big enough to use as a changing room and of course fuck in. While he threw on his sweats, he had this overwhelming urge to grab my ass and tits while I was knee deep in sweaters and jeans. I can't say I was in any mood to fool around preoccupied by the frustration of things that either didn't fit or I didn't have room for. Then toppd of by his ice cold fingers hardening my pissed off nipples. "Whacha doin in here so long?" he giggled to me - obviously rhetorical. "What the fuck does it look like? You could help you know". I didn't really want his help. I was just being a bitch. No air, no daylight. I made like it was a jail cell in there. "I'll fucking help you" I barely heard over my complaining. He flicked off the light. "What are you doing. I have no time and I just want to fini...".

He took both hands and placed them firmly on my shoulders. "Not now" I belted out in a long, drawn out bitchy tone. "Now Bitch" he grunted and fucking pushed me back into the pile of disgust I was dealing with. His cold hands feeling me up like we were in high school. My tits warmed his hands up nicely since I was sweating in that pile of wool and denim. His leg kicked the door closed shutting out the bedroom window light.

Eventually working his way to eating my pussy out, he gave me a nice, uplifting tongue lashing on my dirty clit resulting in a very wet orgasm. Oh I needed that bad. He must have really wanted to taste me so I "treated" him to everything I had. He wants to fuck around? Oh I fucked back good with no real regard for what he wanted now. I reached down and pulled his face in as deep as I could to my sweaty and unshaven pussy. I could smell my musty cunt permeating the closet and I heard him gasp for breath. A finger had slithered its way into my asshole, rather deeply, and another into my pussy. His fingertip was rubbing my spot like only he could do and others massaging my outer lips while holding them apart to get every last drop of me. I exploded knowing his head was between my thighs eating my flowing fem-cum. He's like a Timex. He must really love me.

I felt my way down his chest. His belly and thighs still chilled from the cold outside. I grabbed on with both hands and worked his cock up. I must have twisted and sucked him off for 10 minutes as he supported my tits with his hands the entire time. My nipples pressing into his palms kept my pussy throbbing. My throat was on fire. I had no saliva left after spitting on that fat cock for that long. I worked his balls and needed to rub him out to cum already. I furiously sucked his fully erect dick and he finally lifted his ass off the floor and came right up into my bobbing head. I was just in that dirty, nasty mood. Literally, I sucked his creamy, salty cum out of his cock until he finished his orgasm. Every last bit and I didn't let go until my lips and jaw unlocked. I took a breath after swallowing more than I had for breakfast. What the hell was that taste in my mouth? I lifted my hanging, used boobs back into my sports bra and quietly, cluelessly asked "why does your cum taste like peppermint?!"

"I had eight or ten of those candy canes before we went out. You know it's like eating potato chips I guess for me. So it was refreshing?" We were cracking up. Who knew?

Two Days & Counting

Two more days with house guests and then I get my life back. I didn't realize how much my life has changed since liberating myself from what used to be a normal, boring existence. I can't fuck when I want. I can't shop when I want. I can't sit around on my laptop watching soaps naked, sipping wine when I want. I love my parents but go home already!

I was so frustrated I slid away after dinner to the bathroom. "R" met me in there and we couldn't wait to get our hands on one another. It was one of the most explosive quickies we've had in a long time. He tore my shirt loose, diving into my tits like he's been away for years. He flipped my bra up and sucked my nipples black and blue. Back and forth on each one, grabbing and tossing each handful of flesh around like toys. I struggled with his pants to take out his cock but I didn't have to for long. He backed up and unzipped his completely hard dick. I could already see the pre-cum oozing out. He held it proudly and slapped it against my stomach like some signal for me to pull down my jeans. He passionately (very hard actually) kissed my neck while plunging his dick into my stomach. He reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me up onto the vanity. I grabbed hold of what ever I could. The lip of the counter top made a nice handle. He want down on me very quickly. He squatted down in front, didn't even take my panties off and worked his fingers into my pussy. I was already wet from the past 45 seconds of pure animalistic groping. It doesn't take much.

His tongue worked my panties aside and lips apart. Two or three fingers dove in and out of me like a machine. He commented on my unshaven and overgrown bush. "It's not like I've had a fucking minute to myself entertaining everyone for the past 5 days" I snapped. "Shut up and fuck me" I pleaded blowing off his remark. I placed my feet on his shoulders while looking up at the ceiling. His hands placed strategically on my knees worked my thighs wide apart while he deliciously ate my pussy out. I was worked up to an amazing flow and release. A glance down to see myself spurt just a little love juice on his nose and collar made me uncontrollably chuckle. His right hand jerking himself off as he swallowed my juices made it perfect.

I quickly returned the favor thinking at that time we must have been in there for longer than we actually were raising suspicions. I sat on the toilet, legs spread, tits hanging out; a disheveled, out of breath mess. I could have been easily mistaken for a crack whore who needed a fix badly. He moved towards me like he was going to take my legs in his arms but I grabbed his balls and incredibly blue dick and guided it into my mouth. I don't know if it's possible but I think he grew a good half inch over the past week not getting any. The thickness and girth was noticeably bigger. His head plunged past my lips and made a tight seal. I knew his shaft was bigger because I could almost feel my mouth getting stretched farther than ever. I really need this dick in my pussy. I wasn't going to be. I tasted his cum knowing he was near orgasm and wanted to give him the blowjob of his life. It's not often I suck him off till he cums but I was loving this. I lost track of how long I had him in my mouth but I was feeling my lips tingle. I cupped his very heavy balls and played ever so gently with them and that's all it took. His cum fired up his shaft. I felt it pass my lips and slam the back of my throat. I did everything I could not to gag and took it very well I must say. Not a drop to spare it slithered down my throat and coated my teeth, tongue and entire orifice. My penis was done with me for now. I looked up and our eyes met. "I can't believe you finished me off like that" he shockingly stated.

He ran out before me to change his shirt and rid the smell of pussy from his face before returning to the table. I cleaned, tucked and rinsed and went back to the kitchen. I thought to myself, we couldn't have been in there that long. What remained of dinner was still waiting to be cleaned up.

Under The Table Dealings

I had the best time this evening. After a filling dinner I was looking to work off my love fest with a healthy, heaping portion of pasta with some erotic exercise. We went out to dinner and I just felt like getting dressed up. I have a great skirt that needs to be worn before it gets too cold so I opened up the pair of sheer pantyhose that have been sitting in my pantie drawer since last Winter. After sliding them on I realized I was torturing myself since it's 80 degrees here in New York. Isn't it October? Hubby loved them though and I didn't care. My legs did look good and the restaurant's A/C I'm sure was cranked up.

Sitting at dinner his hand gradually made it up my thigh higher and higher and by the time I was done with my vegetable lasagna, which by the way was orgasmic on it's own, I was almost done down "there". I was so excited during the meal I can't believe we got away with as much touching and pushing as we did. I don't do panties when I wear pantyhose and he knows it so his fingers were pushing into my crotch for a good half hour. My hand did its own exploring feeling his dick as hard as ever in his jeans. We're getting very good at this though. I could still hold a mindless conversation with our friends while enjoying his and, at one point, my own fingers rubbing the hose into my twat.

As soon as we got in the door we hit the couch. He literally threw my bag down and me with it. Bypassing the foreplay like we usually do he tore open my legs and ripped my already pulled pantyhose and made some comment about the hot and steamy smell coming from my pussy. It couldn't have been that bad since he dove in head first and proceeded to eat me so good I arched my back, planted my feet firmly into his shoulders and sprayed his chin in about 1 minute flat. I still can't get my squirting perfected and can't squirt at will but he doesn't seem to mind. It's still elusive and surprising. The excitement at dinner and the g-spot fingering while he was circling my clit with his tongue I'm quite certain helped it along.

After such a good orgasm I couldn't leave him hanging out on the couch like a lost dog with a hard on. My shirt was still on but somehow my bra had gotten unhooked. I climbed up over him showing him his prize again before squatting down on his fully erect dick. I reached down and split my lips apart for him. He loves to see me touch myself and I've been doing it more and more. Maybe it's selfish. It adds to my pleasure since I'm more aware now then ever of what I like and it drives him insane. "You're holding your pussy open for my cock?" I knew he couldn't last long either after devouring me. Now the image of me standing, legs spread before his face, pantyhose torn away still wet with his saliva and my honey, my fingers holding my lips apart. "No, for this" I giggled and grinded my wet pussy into his nose. Still a bit sensitive after my orgasm on my clit I realized quickly that wasn't the smartest thing to do but I had to exert my power showing him I'm boss tonight. I took his cock in hand and guided it up into my jizz receptacle. I bounced up and down on him but kept a firm grip on the base of his dick and balls. I guess I was aware he would be deeply penetrating me as wet as I was. As I fucked him I felt my fingers creeping in as well past my opening filling me entirely. His hands rapidly grasped my tits under my bra preventing them from bouncing any longer. He pinched my nipples between his thumbs and fingers so hard I squealed but I let him since I now felt a very full load of his cum inject into my fucking uterus he was so far deep up inside me. I was filled to the limit, contracted and squeezed out a hot stream of cum onto my hand and his balls.

He's cleaning up our after dinner delectables and here I am writing this. I'm sitting with my legs up, drink in hand and smiling that I have such an attentive mate.

Girls Night In

Last night was girls night in. There were six of us sitting around and the wine was-a-flowing. No crazy labia lapping, lesbian sessions just good girl on girl conversation. This always makes for an interesting evening and of course the topic of discussion always leads to sex. Last night started with one of my friends saying that she will sneak into bed hoping not to wake her husband who will expect her to "put out" if she wakes him. Of course most of my friends follow with this sentiment and then look to me and know that I will not be contributing to this conversation.

Then comes the question, what will I be doing tonight when I go to bed? Thats easy. Once in bed I too will pretend I am asleep but that's because "R" knows how much I love to be woken with his hands sliding up my thighs. Or better yet, his tongue creeping past my lips to my clit. Of course now I feel that I've said to much but they are asking for more. WTF? I don't get it! They want to know how they can be more "into sex" to please their men and themselves. I simply can't answer this question. I don't understand how they don't get that there is nothing better the "orgasm"! I have to admit it made me horny thinking about watching my friends fuck their husbands.

They can however admit that once they get into it they do enjoy the act of sex but they have to work up to it. I am so happy I don't suffer from that ailment. I love the anticipation of a good fuck and so that's what I tell them and they want more so guess what, they are going to get it. Here's what happened last night girls.

Ok, I'm in bed and lying still waiting for what seemed like an eternity, staring at the ceiling listening for the slightest movement from his side of the bed. Finally he slithers down under the blanket to pull my soaked panties aside, pushing my lips aside with his fingers exposing my clit. Softly I whisper "Oh yeah baby, lick my clit and finger my pussy". His hands and tongue performing magic between my legs. Two fingers holding my lips apart while his lashing mouth muscle circles frantically around my button. Another 2 fingers from his other hand furiously fingering my pussy and a third teasing my asshole the way I like it.

Returning the favor with a handful of lube I start jerking his cock knowing that the better he is feeling the more I get. I try to hold out as long as I can but with all the wine in me and excitement of this evening's conversation I quickly reached my climax, squirting my cunt cum into his mouth and absolutely love that he is licking up every last bit of me. "Eat my pussy cum you cock. Every fucking drop of my dirty snatch in your mouth slave" I roared as I squeezed him between my milky thighs.


Now on all fours like the tramp I am, "Fuck me from behind and fill my pussy with your scum slave". I grabbed "R"s long shaft and guided it into my hot slit. I know it's going to be a quick cum so I beg. "Fuck me hard and fast. I want to cum with you. Fuck my love hole dick". He grabbed my hips and pounded his balls into my clit like a madman. My lips engorged feeling his meat rip my pussy wider and deeper with every ram. "You like that cock in your pussy deep don't you" he groaned. "Feel my cum, its coming now in your cunt" as he jerked my body back on his spreading my ass cheeks wider than they have ever been to get every inch inside me. We both unloaded a mass of fluid at the same time on and in each other. He left me on my hands and knees dripping with scum, staring at his cream pie like he just baked a masterpiece.

That girlfriends was a great fuck session and now I am completely relaxed and ready for a great night sleep knowing full well what kind of headache the morning will bring from a night of drinking. Also knowing that I will want more satisfaction in the morning. "Rest up hubby because tomorrow morning I plan on waking you up before work with your dirty cock in my mouth and you better be ready to please me again".

God I love that man and ladies, I know you love yours. Use them for all they are worth and fuck the shit out of them. The more you get the more you want. I expect full details from all of you who read this! I shared now you have to.

Here's some amateur stimulation for you to get you started.

When Pussies Attack - You Have To See This To Believe It

I love porn. I love dirty porn. I love being eaten out. This however is a bit below even my standards for good smut. How in the world do you satisfy this girl? I mean there isn't a human cock in the world that could fill this gaping whole! This truly gives new meaning to "giving head". Either this girl has given birth to dozens of kids or her pelvis is rubber.

At least she could have shaved. I can't imagine what her pussy lips look like. I can't even find a dildo or vibrator to fill her up. I don't know if I should feel bad for her or not. If this was a DVD I'm sure it made a ton of cash. I'm truly stunned here. Click this to watch.

How to give good head. Really good.

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