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~~ Welcome back ~~
Guest Writer … DC ..!
It had been awhile.
In fact, it had been a really long time. We loved each other more than ever, but we are busy. I’m the Chief of Staff for the Mayor and Gareth is a senior partner in a political consulting firm.
We snuggle a lot, we touch each other all the time, and in fact we were caught holding hands when we were guests on Chris Matthews. We wake up in a hard-core spoon every morning, but we have not had real knock me down, make me scream sex in a very long time. Not that I’m complaining, it’s a good life.
While we were shopping on Saturday, Gareth leaned into me and said, “I miss your insides.”
It was Sunday and I was up early and online checking out the news when Gareth walked into the sunroom and plopped down. I rolled my eyes and looked over. Gareth smiled and opened his bathrobe.
There it was, the best dick a man could suck. It was long and thick and the head, oh god the head. It’s big and reddish and you look at it and you think “I need to suck this dick”.
So I did.
I fell to my knees and he leaned back. I was determined to satisfy both my man and my need for cock. I grabbed his balls with my right hand and the base of his dick with my left. I looked up at him, smiled and then went to work.
When he grabbed the back of my head, I knew he wanted sucking not licking, which was fine with me. I just needed his cock down my throat.
He grabbed my shoulders to bring me closer. He pushed the back of my head down. He thrust his hips forward and I loved it and I needed it. My throat was open and ready as I sucked his cock. I slurped, licked and deep-throated him.
When he tried to grab his dick, I pushed him away. I wanted it to be my throat and mad cock-sucking skills to make him cum, not his hand. It was as if I had no gag reflexes!
He grabbed my hair and forced me off his dick and I started to moan in protest. He wiped the spit off my chin, then smeared it on my butt hole.
“Your mouth is so fucking hot babe, but Tobias … I really need to fuck you.”
I stood up and turned around.
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2 ounces Parrot Bay Coconut Rum
2 ounces Midori Melon Liqueur
1 ounce Pineapple Juice
2 ounces Fat Free Milk
Add coconut rum, melon liqueur, pineapple juice and milk to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake well. Strain into a chilled stemless martini glass.
Enjoy!
*This drink is for my readers with a sweet tooth that needs fulfilling! ~Penny
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I am SO pleased to welcome back, guest writer … DC ..!
It certainly has been a while since he graced us with his, not so straight, forward erotic writings. Click here … Show Me Love … to read his first guest post.
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“I can’t take you to the club tonight …
… I have been asked to stay away for a few weeks.” I was talking to my friend, Sue during our break. We were both home from college and working retail for the summer.
“What the hell did you do, Tobias?”
“I forgot you can’t dance naked in bars in Pennsylvania.”
Sue just shook her head. “Did you forget you weren’t in DC again?”
“Well … it was hot,” I continued my defense. “Anyway, last week you said you were never going to go out with me again, because you always end up driving home alone. It’s not my fault Jewish cellists with swimmers builds are popular in Allentown.”
Sue rolled her eyes. “Let’s go to that straight club in the shopping center.”
“Rockets? I would rather stay home and watch MachoFucker videos and plow myself with my surrogate boyfriends,” I teased.
“You can do that afterward. Just think how horny you will be after gawking at all the beefy straight boys in flannel shirts.”
“Fine, but you’re driving.”
“But, what if I get lucky?”
“If you get lucky, I am calling your husband. I don’t care if he is in Afghanistan. I’m going to rat you out and then he will come home to me, where he belongs.”
“Be waiting downstairs at 10:00.”
Actually, the place was not too bad. “Who is that?” I asked Sue, pointing to the bartender.
“Not a fucking chance big boy. Gareth is all about the titties. Last week, 2 blonde chicks were tossed out for fighting in the bathroom over him.”
“Are you going to stand here and depress me, or are you going to let me open a bar tab? If I have to be here, I might as well get my drink on.” I ordered my Bombay and a beer for Sue and gave Gareth my credit card to open a tab. He returned with our drinks, smirked and walked away.
“Shit,” Sue complained. “I forgot my cigarettes. Let me run next door, I’ll be right back.”
Gareth came over to where I was standing. “Get lost on your way to the Stonewall?” He looked over to the other bartender, “I’m taking a break, Joe.” Joe waved him off. Gareth stared right into my eyes. “Follow me.”
I followed him past the bathrooms to the emergency exit. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me out the door. Next thing I know, I am slammed up against the dumpster with his tongue down my throat and his hands unbuckling my chinos.
The cool air hits my balls as his hands reach up and pinch my nipples. How does he know there is a direct line from my nipples to my dick? I am harder than I have been in days.
Next thing I know, he is on his knees, sucking my 7.5 inches down in one quick gulp. Shit he’s good. He pulls back a little and starts to nibble my head and every few seconds, he deep-throats me.
I decide to test his gag reflex and thrust. I grab his big ears and force his head all the way down, until his nose is buried in my pubes. I ease his head up and then pull it back down on my dick, while my hips pump into him. He does not gag once.
Now, he takes over. He pushes my hands away and impales his throat with my cock. His head is a blur. I just lean back and enjoy. He moves his hands from my hips, his left hand grabs my balls and his right hand begins to roughly push digits up my ass.
Soon, four fingers are digging away at my chute. His thumb is rubbing my taint and his left hand is yanking my balls. All the while, his throat never stops milking my cock.
“Dude, I’m gonna cum.”
He pulls off my dick for just a second. “That’s the point, dumbass.” Then he goes back to work.
His head is matching my hips thrust for thrust and I can’t hold back any longer. With a loud grunt, I dump the biggest load of my life down his gullet. He takes it all with not a drop missed.
We both stop and Gareth leans back and grins. He stands up, grabs me by the collar and kisses me again. This time, even rougher than the first kiss. I taste my crotch, my dick and my cum. I get even harder.
He looks down and grabs my dick with both hands. “Want more?”
“Um… yeah.”
“Well then, you have to spend the rest of the night on your bar stool, watching me work. You cannot leave it without my permission.”
“No problem. For more head, that will be easy.”
“Ha. More head comes with a price. When you come home with me tonight, it will be about my cock and your ass.”
“Oh.”
“So, you going to watch me work?”
“I hope I don’t get bored.”
With that, he spun me around and shoved his fingers back up my ass and whispered into my ear. “You will forget all other cocks after tonight.” I lean back into him and moan.
We walked back into the bar and Sue just shook her head.
“What? We’ll be drinking free tonight!”
Years later, Sue told me that Gareth had pulled her aside and said, “Don’t worry, I am going to marry him someday.”
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Cute Gay Bartender
1 1/2 ounces Strawberry Vodka
1 1/2 ounces deKuyper® Grape Pucker Schnapps
4 1/2 ounces Lemonade
4 1/2 ounces Sprite® Soda
Add all ingredients to a tall glass with ice. Stir.
Enjoy!
Thanks to DC for finding this recipe on Super Cocktails.
I have to tell you… my readers are the BEST!!
You know I thrive on your feedback, whether public or private… well… in my inbox one day, I found this extremely flattering piece of fan mail. One of my readers wrote me a story. Not just any old story, mind you… but an erotic fantasy… about me! Talk about an ego stroke… and we all know how much I love being stroked…
Thank you, Trip X for allowing me to share your fantasy with everyone else.
I give you…
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My Own Private Happy Hour
by Trip X
I met Penny
in what is becoming the “usual” way nowadays, through the internet. I had been writing rough stories, erotic in my mind, but still very immature in my style. After a couple of years of poking around on Yahoo’s Flickr and losing my stories due to groups being deleted, I stumbled upon WordPress.com.
Soon after getting there, I found Happy Hour and Penny. I’m not a big drinker, but I have been known to get drunk a few times. I waited until I was well into my thirties before imbibing to the point of inebriation. I do rather enjoy having a few drinks and watching those around me get totally wasted; that’s when the real fun begins.
Getting back to Penny; she seemed different. Something about her said, “I’m real; I don’t pull punches and somewhere below this façade is a real live, living, breathing, person with feelings.”
I found this out to be oh so true when she stated on her blog that there had been a tragedy in her life and that she would be absent for a few weeks.
I immediately reached out to her in compassion and relayed that I was available if she needed an ear to bend. We live quite possibly within five to six hours of each other and I would not hesitate to visit her if she needed me to.
We’ve managed to maintain a blogger’s relationship through WordPress via comments, questions and answers. We’re both adults, I’ve seen her pictures and I have only posted one of mine. I would consider her to be a fine catch for anyone; she’s quite built, very easy on the eyes and very attractive. I can also see in her eyes an intelligence that makes her all the sexier.
I am rooted in reality and know that our current relationship is exactly what it is, an online flirtation meant to stroke our egos, and entice our minds. But sometimes I want more.
Her writings make me want to try new things, including her tasty alcoholic concoctions. But what I’d rather taste is the concoction that she herself makes.
One day, I found myself in her “neck of the woods” on business. I have a lawn service and I was picking up a piece of equipment from an online seller. I had told her of my impending trip and she invited me to have a drink or two with her, you guessed it, at Happy Hour.
I noticed her straightaway as I entered the bar, you guessed it again, Happy Hour. I joined her at her table after we exchanged a hand shake and a quick friendly hug.
She was wearing a tank top and jeans, a cowboy hat and boots, looking the picture of erotic sexiness. In spite of my nervousness, my cock was at full attention.
She ordered the first round and as we nursed our drinks, we got better acquainted. I still couldn’t believe I was here, sitting with her, talking to her, my wife none the wiser.
She knows I’m married, I’ve been clear about it, but I won’t tell if she won’t. Besides, I’m not there to have sex with her, at least not yet.
Something about the drinks has loosened my tongue, uncharacteristic for me, but still fun. I begin to tell Penny what I like in bed. She already knows about my desire to feast on a girl, but I share with her this other piece, one that a few know, but might not be full public knowledge, “If I had a choice between feasting on a fine pussy, and having intercourse with it, I will always choose the feast. It is more intimate and I know she’ll get off.”
She asks me, “Well, do you think Bill Clinton cheated on Hillary with Monica?”
I know what she is driving at; do I consider oral sex as cheating. I answered her truthfully, “No, Bill didn’t cheat; he just got a blow job.”
Penny took my hand and said, “Then this is your lucky night.”
We walked hand in hand to my truck. I opened the back door for her and she stepped into the Suburban, its lush blue seats inviting her to sit.
I could smell her scent as her ass was in my face upon entering the truck. As I entered behind her and closed the door, she was already wriggling out of her jeans. I assisted her and soon I was lying on the same blue cushions with one of her legs thrown over the seat back and the other on the floor.
Her panties were barely covering her soaking wet slit as I began to kiss the inside of her right knee. My lips trailed down her thigh until I could smell nothing but the sweet scent of her sodden pussy. I tasted her wet panties and sucked on her juices.
Taking a finger and sliding the fabric aside, I soon tickled her labia with the tip of my tongue. She was delicious and delirious with the expectation of orgasm. I teased her lips with my tongue, avoiding her clit until she raised her hips and grabbed my hair, forcing me to contact her clit.
The ensuing explosion of ecstasy created a deluge on my seat as she came hard. I tried in vain to consume her passionate pussy and its copious fluids. After a short hour between her sweet thighs, I met her face to face, kissed her on the lips and thanked her for allowing me to enjoy my own private Happy Hour.
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Passionate Pussy
1 1/2 ounces Baileys Irish Cream
1 ounce Cointreau
2 ounces Light Cream
Add ingredients to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake until frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
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Returning this week for your reading pleasure, guest writer
Kay Davis
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“Hurry up Zach!” giggled Katie as they sped down the highway weaving in and out of traffic. “I took the afternoon off to spend it with you, not with these slowpoke drivers.”
Although they had been dating for weeks, Katie wanted to hold off for a bit before taking the relationship to the next level. She had told Zach that if they were still together at the end of 30 days, her body would be his to do with as he pleased, but until that time they would both have to wait. After all, good things come to those who wait. They had amazing chemistry and their sexual tension had been building up for weeks. Katie and Zach needed relief soon. Now the wait was about to end.
“Finally!” Katie called out as the car came to a screeching halt in her driveway. “Now let’s get inside where I can do all sorts of things to you,” she giggled. Katie got out of the car and playfully started to unbutton her blouse as she danced backward toward the house. “Come and get it Zach,” Katie teased as she approached her front door. Zach ran toward her, grabbing and kissing her passionately as she attempted to unlock the door.
They ran down the hall to her bedroom and Zack removed his shoes and clothing at lightning fast speed. “You’re going to have to wait just a minute longer Zach while I change into a little number I bought special just for this occasion,” Katie said as she went into the master bathroom to change.
Last weekend Katie had spent hours shopping for the perfect thing to wear for this occasion. She definitely wanted to be sexy but she also wanted something that would be true to her personality as well. She was fun and cute not serious and sultry like some of the lingerie models in catalogues. She went from store to store at the mall and tried on many options but nothing seemed to quite hit the right note. Then she went to a little lingerie boutique across town and found something wonderful. It was a babydoll nightie in a deep marine blue with a flyaway front. The color complemented her peaches and cream complexion and the shape accented her curves just right. There were tiny polka dots in light blue and light green. The straps had a light green ribbon woven in that extended down coming across the fullest part of her breasts to meet in the middle and tie in a bow. It made her breasts look phenomenal and the polka dots and ribbon bow added just the right amount of whimsy. It was perfect – both cute and sexy – just like her.
Katie came half way out of the bathroom, giving Zach a coy look as she said, “I know you are only here to fix the cable but I could really use your assistance in the bedroom if you know what I mean.” Zach grabbed her, spinning her around and finally tossed her onto the bed while Katie laughed hysterically. “Yum, you look great,” said Zach as he passionately kissed her neck and began moving downward. How did I get so lucky? thought Zach. “I think I will start down south if that’s okay with you,” He said. With a nod Katie replied, “Yes, I think that’s a great place to start.”
Katie had tingles as she felt his face move down between her thighs. God she tastes amazing, thought Zach as he began enjoying her most intimate area. He loved being surrounded by her. He used his tongue gently at first and then slowly picked up speed and intensity until it danced wildly. Katie reached her hands down to pull his face more deeply into her as she moved her hips gently with his rhythm. Waves of vibration pulsed through her body and she felt herself beginning to spasm uncontrollably as she climaxed. Wow that was incredible. I want to make him feel that amazing too, Katie thought.
“God, Zach that was unbelievable,” said Katie. “Now I think I am going to return the favor and do some southern work on you.” Katie never liked giving oral sex in the past, but for some reason she was overwhelmed with the desire to give that pleasure to Zach right now. She started by teasing him with long slow licks along the entire shaft and it gestured in response, inviting her to take it into her mouth. She gently grasped the thick base of his shaft and took just the head into her mouth at first. She was imagining herself sucking on a tasty treat and she was enjoying the experience immensely. Then she took in a little further, stroking the head against her soft pallet going just a little more deeply each time. Finally she relaxed her throat so she could take in the shaft completely, prompting a groan of approval form Zach. Katie’s mouth moved rhythmically up and down the shaft and she was enjoying every minute of it. Damn she’s good at this, thought Zach. “Katie, I love this but don’t take me all the way. I want this experience to last and when I do climax I want to be kissing your beautiful face.”
Katie continued enjoying Zach’s body and decided to pick up the pace a little – just because she wasn’t supposed to take him all the way didn’t mean she shouldn’t get him close. Then Katie took her hand and began using it in concert with her mouth along the shaft. This combination of her firm grasp following her warm wet mouth up and down in perfect collaboration was bringing Zach dangerously close to climaxing right there in her mouth. “Wait, stop,” said Zach, “I’m really close so don’t move.” Katie remained perfectly still while Zach composed himself.
A minute or two later Zach gave Katie the all clear and she joined Zach at the top of the bed. Katie lay on her back as Zach began kissing her gorgeous breasts which made her practically beg for him to get inside of her. Zach was happy to comply with the request – this was the part he was looking forward to most. They both let out a groan of enjoyment as he gently thrust himself into her. She was warm and wet. She was an unbelievably snug fit as well. Katie was in heaven… She couldn’t believe how he filled her so completely.
Their bodies moved together perfectly – like they had been practicing the choreography for months. He kissed her passionately as he thrust into her even more voraciously. When Katie felt herself getting close she extended her legs back completely over her head so Zach could thrust into her as deeply as possible and she grabbed onto the headboard to give herself greater leverage as the thrusting intensified.
Her breathing increased and she said “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop” as she felt herself approaching the grand finale. As she began to spasm more forcefully than ever before, Zach was overwhelmed by the sensation and reached his climax as he passionately kissed her mouth. His climax was more intense and lasted longer than any other he had experienced in the past with anyone else.
They both lay there exhausted and breathless, “You know you really are an amazing woman.” Zach said as he gave Katie another kiss. “Don’t you forget it,” Katie replied with a wink.
“Hey, it’s almost five o’clock,” said Katie, “if we hurry we can meet the rest of the gang for Happy Hour!”
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Blue Babydoll
(serves 2)
1 ounce Vodka
1 ounce Blue Curacao
1 ounce Blueberry Schnapps
1 ounce Sour Mix
Ginger Ale
Fill 2 rocks glasses with ice. Fill a cocktail shaker with ice. Add all ingredients to shaker except ginger ale. Shake until chilled. Strain equally into the glasses. Fill each glass with ginger ale. Garnish with a cocktail pick strewn with blueberries or a maraschino cherry.
Enjoy!
Please welcome guest writer,
……… DC ………
I know you will enjoy this read … I certainly did … again and again!
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With one last violent thrust
he flooded me with his lust. Was he the six or the seventh? I lost track of how many times I was taken and how much time had passed. I was blind folded and sticky. And, I was still not satisfied.
A week ago with Gareth’s dick still twitching inside me and my legs still resting on his shoulders, I pulled myself up, kissed him and said, “I love you.”
“Do you really? Then, you need to show me.”
To show the extent of my love I had to pull train for Gareth and his six best friends… How long it took was up to my skills and abilities but each guy had to cum twice. I have been told I give the best head in town and my ass is well, magic. But, somehow I knew this was going to take quite awhile.
“OK, you can leave now.” It was Gareth. “He is mine and I want him without an audience” Now I knew it was only six.
He swatted me on the ass and removed my blindfold. There he was, my big Irish stud with his 10X6 cock harder than I have ever seen it. “Get me ready.” I crawled over to my prize. For a second I looked past him to see how long it had been since we started. I either sucked off or was fucked by 6 of the biggest dicks in the area for over 4 hours and for that entire time there was never a minute that a dick was not in me. Now the only dick that mattered was Gareth’s.
I took it to the root in one quick gulp; this is where it belonged. I could not get enough and he knew it. He stood up, grabbed my ears and owned my throat. Maybe he thinks my ass is too stretched out and was happy to feed me, so the harder he thrust, the more determined I was to take every hard inch of his cock. I could not wait to feel his jizzz scalding the back of my throat. And, then with a loud pop he pulled out.
“Turn around”
He entered me in one hard fast motion, he didn’t give me a chance to react or adjust before he started plowing me. He showed no mercy, I could feel his head getting bigger with each thrust, it hit my sweet spot almost every time, my dick was so hard it would have made a perfect diving board and I was leaking so much precum there was a puddle beneath me. For the first time all night I took charge. I pushed back and met each thrust with equal force. I needed his cum in me to cleanse away all the others I ingested earlier in the evening. He leaned in to me and grabbed me around the throat and hissed in my ear, “Stop it, I cum on my terms, you are just here to receive it.”
He pulled out his cock dripping with the slop of his buddies and my own juices. “On your back.” I flipped over and lifted my legs and in one swift movement my ankles were next to my ears and his cock was in me further than he had ever been before.
I let go of any resistance, gave in and allowed him to posses me completely. Usually when this happens he comes pretty quickly, not this time. He plunged all 10 inches in and out of me without mercy. With sweat dripping off him, he leaned down like he was going kiss me; instead with every few strokes, he spit. I lost track of time as he rode me, we stopped being two men and became one being connected together by his cock and my need to have him inside me.
He leaned in closer, now his tongue was in my ear and his hips just kept pumping, I could tell he was close. I began to really dig into his back with my heels and fingers pulling and pushing him further and further inside me.
He didn’t roar or swear like he usually does when he releases. He didn’t even groan, he just dumped inside me. Usually I love the scalding feeling but tonight I craved it, my ass met each thrust and I milked him dry. My own load shot out of my dick, I have never in my life cum hands free. He kept pumping even though there was nothing else to give me and his dick was softening inside me. He stopped, put his arms underneath me, scooped me up and flipped over on his back. I was still impaled but on top.
I thought he wanted me to ride him until he got hard again. After a few seconds it worked, his cock was as hard as it was when he first entered me. I leaned back and rode him; I looked down to see my own 8 inches staring back at me. I rode his cock so hard I thought I was going to break it off; I was transported to another place. He had to slap my face in order to bring me back but my ass never stopped milking him.
“Like the first time” he grunted.
I hopped off and swallowed him completely, substituting one passage for another. On my best cock sucking day it takes quite awhile to bring him off so I figured this was going to take forever, but I was ready, willing and able to do what it took to prove my love. Next thing I knew he was grabbing the back of my head with both hands and dumping a huge load down my pulsing throat. I dare not miss a drop and continued to suck until I could feel nothing else spewing out.
He began to soften again and I released him. I rested my head on his hip and just licked his dick, I really did not want to give up possession.
He rubbed my head.
“I can’t believe you did all of that, just for me”
“You asked me to”
“Yeah, but I really didn’t think you would do it”
“But, you said you wanted me to prove my love. What if I had said no?”
“I would have asked you do to the dishes”
I stopped licking his dick. He pulled me up to his face and wiped the tears from my eyes, rolled me over on my back and sat on my still hard cock.
“I love you”
Through my exhausted confusion, I wasn’t sure I heard him right, “Gareth, did you just say I love you?”
“Yes!” he snarled, thrusting up and down on my cock, “I love you. Now shut up and fuck me, make me yours.”
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Gang Banger
1 ounce Vodka
1 ounce Tequila
1 ounce Bourbon
Sprite
Add ice to a tall glass. Add Vodka, Tequila and Bourbon. Fill with Sprite.
Enjoy!
Please welcome …
Max
Peruse his blog … Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr …
his writing is amazing and will leave you wanting … more.
Thank you so much Max, for sharing Beach House with my readers.
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Time at a beach house
with the whole family is a good thing, but it’s hard to find alone time. So when I wake up with your warm body pressed into mine, my morning erection pressed into your soft ass, I’m more than ready. I hold you from behind and stroke you gently. You press back into me and groan softly when my lips find your neck. Your hips can’t help themselves, and I feel the slight backward thrusts into me…and I unconsciously match your rhythm, thrusting toward you.
You turn your head to whisper, “You know I want to, but the house is full of people. The kids in the next room through the paper-thin wall. Your parents downstairs….”
I continue kissing your neck, and our hips continue their dance as I think of how we could manage it. Then it comes to me. “The bathroom. It’s away from the other upstairs rooms, and if we’re quiet, no one downstairs will hear.”
You sound skeptical. “The bathroom? Where in that little bathroom?”
“Come on, I’ll show you.”
I throw the sheet off, and you can’t help but smile when you see my fully-erect cock spring free. “You really are insatiable, aren’t you?”
I just smile my evil grin, help you out of bed, and lead you into the bathroom. Closing the door, I pin you against the door for a kiss. My hands explore your body, still steamy warm from the bed, and one hand finally makes its way into your pajama bottoms. You break the kiss, still skeptical. “Where? How?”
I turn you away from me and guide you the two steps to the window. I grind my body into your back, then take your pajama bottoms down in one motion. You grab the window frame, quietly protesting. “Here in the window? You can’t be serious?!? Anyone walking past could see me.”
I bend you over, stroking your pussy from behind, talking quietly as I move. “No one’s going to see anything. No one’s out in the morning, and if anyone did walk past, they would just see you from the waist up, where you’re clothed.”
You don’t sound convinced, but you don’t stop me either. You’re bent at the waist, hands gripping the window frame, and I’m fingering you from behind. Moving closer, I withdraw my finger and guide my cock to your pussy. I rub the head of my cock up and down…back and forth…getting myself lubed with your wetness. I can feel the heat of your pussy and I’m desperate to be inside you.
I spread your legs a little wider and push forward with my hips. My cock-head penetrates you, and the warm wetness is delicious. You stop me after the first inch and adjust your position. You indicate that you’re comfortable, and I hold your hips firmly with both hands and thrust slowly and insistently into you.
I don’t stop thrusting until I’m balls deep, and it takes all my energy to keep from moaning out loud. I can tell you’re biting your lip and straining to keep quiet. I stay there for a moment, reveling in the sensations, and then I slowly withdraw…then slowly thrust in again. Part of me is hyper-aware of any sounds from the rest of the house, but another part of me is giddy with the thought of fucking you from behind, in the beach house window.
You know what a visual beast I am, and how much I love to watch my cock sliding in and out of you. We’re an erotic vision…your pussy grasping my cock…reluctantly letting it go…sliding out of you…rock hard, shiny from your flowing juices…the mushroom head appearing briefly, before I thrust into you again…inch after inch of my hard shaft sliding into you.
As much as I want to make this last, I also know that we should be quick, so I don’t try to prolong our lovemaking. I thrust harder and faster, and I know you’re having trouble keeping quiet. I grab your hips firmly and thrust hard. Your pussy feels like liquid fire, and your juices are flowing. Every stroke makes a wonderful squishing sound, and I can feel the wetness on my balls and thighs. I become aware that you’re moaning softly, and I whisper that we need to be quiet.
I feel my climax building at the base of my balls…rising…unstoppable…and then I’m cumming…my whole body tensing…savagely gripping your hips…shooting my pent up load deep into you. I stay there, locked together with you, as I start to come down. As I start to regain my senses, I can feel you climaxing around my cock…your breath coming in short urgent gasps. We come down gradually together, and I finally step back and let my slowly-deflating cock slide out of you. You turn and hug me tight, our lips meeting in a soft lingering kiss.
I’m happy, sated (for the moment,) and ready for a beach day with the family. You smack me on the ass and say with a grin, “That was good. But you’re *so* bad.”
I just smile, knowing I can’t argue.
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Beachcomber
2 ounces Citrus Rum
1/2 ounce Triple Sec
dash of Grenadine
splash of Sour Mix
Add ingredients to a rocks glass filled with ice. Shake.
Enjoy!
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