.
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He really want to fuck her again
As he kissed her with increasing passion, his hands moved across her body, sending shockwaves to her pussy. Repeatedly, he fondled her nipples, now hard enough to push through her bra and her top. She ran her hands up and down his back, savouring the feel of his muscles. The man's hand moved down to her thigh. Natalie opened her legs much wider, encouraging him to move upwards. The man did, sliding his fingers slowly up to her pussy. Natalie did her best to convince him she wasn't just a prick-tease. Her nerves had long since been swept away in a tidal-wave of arousal, and all she could think of was fucking him. She felt his fingers easily push aside the thin crotch of her thong. God, how she loved it when his fingers started exploring her slippery opening! 
And she knew what was likely to happen next. Unable to resist, despite the brief time she'd known the man and their partial visibility to other people, Natalie move her hand to his crotch.
She started caressing his big erection, moving her hand up and down the hardness in his trousers. It felt deliciously warm, even through the material. Her pussy, which he continued to stroke, was absolutely throbbing for his prick. Natalie knew she was giving herself to a total stranger, as much as he wanted to take, which could be everything if he wanted it. Deftly, she undid his trousers not caring if they were observed, and slid her hand inside his boxers. God, his prick felt so good! It was so hot, too, and she felt the dribble of his pre-cum seeping down the shaft. He was moving inexorably towards a climax, while she herself desperately wanted to cum. 'Not yet,' she thought, 'please not yet!' They had to leave, and now, or they'd end up fucking on the floor. "Let's go somewhere more private," she whispered. By now, Natalie wanted him to fuck her so much she might have done it there and then if he'd wanted them to. By now, she'd fuck him wherever he wanted to fuck her. Surely he was going to fuck her, wasn't he? Rapidly, he did his zip back up while Natalie smoothed her skirt down. Unsteadily, they rose to leave.
He had intended taking her to his car, but before they'd gone a few steps, they started kissing passionately again. While they did so, the man undid Natalie's blouse. Then he freed her breasts over the top of her bra, allowing him to stroke and fondle her nipples far more freely. Natalie felt lifted on a rising tide of absolute pleasure. This was what she'd needed for so long - direct, sexual attention, to relieve that ache that she felt so often deep inside her pussy. She felt a hand lift her skirt hem up past her hips and then slide across to the honeyed sweetness between her thighs.
Natalie moved her legs wider, giving him easier access, not caring that she could be making a thorough exhibition of herself. Where anyone could be watching, she had her breasts were exposed, her dress lifted up, and a stranger's fingers pleasuring her open pussy. But the very wantonness of her actions only excited her more. Even if it was dark, the thought of other people, casual strangers, being able to see her casually fucking made her even more excited. They never made it to the privacy of the car. He laid her down on the grass at the rear of the club, but still in full view of passers-by. Natalie was, indeed, going to get a very public fucking, but by now she didn't care as long as it really was a fucking. As he knelt before her, her hands went to his trousers to undo them. She pulled them down, followed by his underpants.
Quickly, he pushed them from his ankles. His stiff prick sprang free, very erect and splendid in size. His hands slid under her arse, which she lifted for him. In a move she realised he must have done often before, his fingers slid inside the waistband of her thong and slipped it down to the top of her thighs. In seconds, the flimsy garment lay on the grass by her feet. Free at last, Natalie opened her legs wide to make it easy for him. She ached to be fucked, but moved her hand to his prick while he caressed her clit and pussy with his fingers. It wasn't huge, but right then it was all she could have wished for. Her pussy pulsated as she thought of taking it all inside her. Then he moved closer. There were people passing close by, she could hear them, but by now she didn't care if they saw or not. She lifted her legs high and wide so the stranger could fuck her easily. Then, she helped him position his phallus just right. Slowly, he moved forwards. At last, she felt her pussy-lips being parted as he started to ease his prick inside her. At long last, Natalie was, indeed, being fucked by another man. Her hands went to his butt and started to pull, so eager was she to have him fuck her at last. His thickness stretched her wide, then wider, as he pushed into her. Deeper and deeper she felt his prick penetrate her. Natalie had never felt so stretched and filled, it was fantastic. At last his pubic bone rubbed against her clit. She gasped out her intense pleasure, telling him how good his prick felt. In seconds, the man's warm fullness was moving slowly, smoothly, in and out of her pussy.
A couple of minutes after that, he was thrusting his cock in and out of her very firmly indeed. Natalie wailed her delight, imploring him to fuck her as hard as he liked. In another couple of minutes, the torrent of exquisiteness reached an impossible new high. Her eyes tight shut, her head rolling from side to side, her stranger's thrusting brought on the orgasm of her life. Natalie's hips writhed and bucked wildly beneath him as she tried to making the feelings even more intense. Through it all, she felt his prick firmly pulsing in and out of her burning, yearning pussy. All she could think was 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.' After her orgasmic explosion, the man continued to fuck her energetically. Natalie lifted her thighs high up round his waist so she could take his thrusting prick fully inside her. He was fucking her more quickly and strongly now. She took hold of her knees, now up beside her chest, and pulled them wide apart so it felt like he was gloriously splitting her apart. His prick head was touching her cervix with every thrust, she could feel it, and she just hoped her birth control pills really were as strong as she thought they were. They were going to need to be! It felt he like fucked her for ever, but it can't have been for more than a few minutes. Natalie came again and again, losing count of the times. Finally, as her latest orgasm was ebbing, he thrust his prick hard into her and held it there. Natalie felt his body stiffen. New waves of orgasmic pleasure broke over her as she felt this strange man spurting squirt after squirt of his warm cream into her, spurting it strongly against her cervix. He kept his prick deep inside her until he'd finished coming. Then, his cock slipped gently out of her. Natalie was still in an orgasmic haze as he slowly disengaged from her, kneeling in front of her once more. She felt too empty too quickly. God, she thought, what a fantastic fucking! She wanted it again, and soon. He searched for his trousers to get dressed, while she pulled her skirt back down and re-buttoned her blouse. The man offered to take her home, or go to her place maybe? Natalie refused, convincing him that what had just happened was the only thing that she wanted. She'd just wanted him to fuck her, not some kind of relationship and that they should part with that memory. Looking regretful, he rose and then turned to head towards his car. Natalie knew that, despite the intensity of their fucking, she wasn't really satisfied yet. She wondered just how keen he was to fuck her again. After all, she still had that feeling of emptiness in her pussy. On impulse, she moved after him.
Did he really want to fuck her again, she asked? His eyes lit up. Definitely, he said. Well, she said, they could compromise. Why didn't he take her over to the small hotel down the road? They might just let them hire a room for a couple of hours. Seconds later, she was in his car heading down the road. They almost dashed for the room. Once there, they pulled the clothes from each other in renewed eagerness. It was liberating to be totally naked with him, and God, did his prick look good! For the full two hours, he gave her the kind of fucking and all-over sexual attention she'd previously craved but only dreamed about. Sex with Les was good, very good, but this was on another planet. Three more times she had the fantastic sensation of his cum spurting up against her cervix. It was pure sexual bliss, far better than any daydream, however wild. Afterwards, when they were both exhausted, he took Natalie back to her car. She refused to give him any personal details, saying if he went to Singles Nights regularly, he'd be sure to meet her again. And yes, she'd fuck him again, willingly.
Smiling, he thanked her - as she did him! - and he moved off back to the pub. Unsteady again, Natalie climbed into her car and drove home. When she got there, Les was waiting. One look at her told her all he needed to know. Natalie told him that maybe they ought to go to bed. Once there and naked, she told him everything, letting him examine a pussy that was still oozing profusely with sperm. It turned Les on far more than either of them could have imagined. His prick was soon inside her, and he fucked her firmly.
Very soon, she was moaning and squirming under him. As her writhing increased, so did the vigour of Les' fucking. At last, Natalie arched her back yet again that evening, and as the orgasm surged through her, she felt more semen, this time her husband's, spurting out within her.
And she knew what was likely to happen next. Unable to resist, despite the brief time she'd known the man and their partial visibility to other people, Natalie move her hand to his crotch. She started caressing his big erection, moving her hand up and down the hardness in his trousers. It felt deliciously warm, even through the material. Her pussy, which he continued to stroke, was absolutely throbbing for his prick. Natalie knew she was giving herself to a total stranger, as much as he wanted to take, which could be everything if he wanted it. Deftly, she undid his trousers not caring if they were observed, and slid her hand inside his boxers. God, his prick felt so good! It was so hot, too, and she felt the dribble of his pre-cum seeping down the shaft. He was moving inexorably towards a climax, while she herself desperately wanted to cum. 'Not yet,' she thought, 'please not yet!' They had to leave, and now, or they'd end up fucking on the floor. "Let's go somewhere more private," she whispered. By now, Natalie wanted him to fuck her so much she might have done it there and then if he'd wanted them to. By now, she'd fuck him wherever he wanted to fuck her. Surely he was going to fuck her, wasn't he? Rapidly, he did his zip back up while Natalie smoothed her skirt down. Unsteadily, they rose to leave.
He had intended taking her to his car, but before they'd gone a few steps, they started kissing passionately again. While they did so, the man undid Natalie's blouse. Then he freed her breasts over the top of her bra, allowing him to stroke and fondle her nipples far more freely. Natalie felt lifted on a rising tide of absolute pleasure. This was what she'd needed for so long - direct, sexual attention, to relieve that ache that she felt so often deep inside her pussy. She felt a hand lift her skirt hem up past her hips and then slide across to the honeyed sweetness between her thighs.
Natalie moved her legs wider, giving him easier access, not caring that she could be making a thorough exhibition of herself. Where anyone could be watching, she had her breasts were exposed, her dress lifted up, and a stranger's fingers pleasuring her open pussy. But the very wantonness of her actions only excited her more. Even if it was dark, the thought of other people, casual strangers, being able to see her casually fucking made her even more excited. They never made it to the privacy of the car. He laid her down on the grass at the rear of the club, but still in full view of passers-by. Natalie was, indeed, going to get a very public fucking, but by now she didn't care as long as it really was a fucking. As he knelt before her, her hands went to his trousers to undo them. She pulled them down, followed by his underpants. Quickly, he pushed them from his ankles. His stiff prick sprang free, very erect and splendid in size. His hands slid under her arse, which she lifted for him. In a move she realised he must have done often before, his fingers slid inside the waistband of her thong and slipped it down to the top of her thighs. In seconds, the flimsy garment lay on the grass by her feet. Free at last, Natalie opened her legs wide to make it easy for him. She ached to be fucked, but moved her hand to his prick while he caressed her clit and pussy with his fingers. It wasn't huge, but right then it was all she could have wished for. Her pussy pulsated as she thought of taking it all inside her. Then he moved closer. There were people passing close by, she could hear them, but by now she didn't care if they saw or not. She lifted her legs high and wide so the stranger could fuck her easily. Then, she helped him position his phallus just right. Slowly, he moved forwards. At last, she felt her pussy-lips being parted as he started to ease his prick inside her. At long last, Natalie was, indeed, being fucked by another man. Her hands went to his butt and started to pull, so eager was she to have him fuck her at last. His thickness stretched her wide, then wider, as he pushed into her. Deeper and deeper she felt his prick penetrate her. Natalie had never felt so stretched and filled, it was fantastic. At last his pubic bone rubbed against her clit. She gasped out her intense pleasure, telling him how good his prick felt. In seconds, the man's warm fullness was moving slowly, smoothly, in and out of her pussy.
A couple of minutes after that, he was thrusting his cock in and out of her very firmly indeed. Natalie wailed her delight, imploring him to fuck her as hard as he liked. In another couple of minutes, the torrent of exquisiteness reached an impossible new high. Her eyes tight shut, her head rolling from side to side, her stranger's thrusting brought on the orgasm of her life. Natalie's hips writhed and bucked wildly beneath him as she tried to making the feelings even more intense. Through it all, she felt his prick firmly pulsing in and out of her burning, yearning pussy. All she could think was 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.' After her orgasmic explosion, the man continued to fuck her energetically. Natalie lifted her thighs high up round his waist so she could take his thrusting prick fully inside her. He was fucking her more quickly and strongly now. She took hold of her knees, now up beside her chest, and pulled them wide apart so it felt like he was gloriously splitting her apart. His prick head was touching her cervix with every thrust, she could feel it, and she just hoped her birth control pills really were as strong as she thought they were. They were going to need to be! It felt he like fucked her for ever, but it can't have been for more than a few minutes. Natalie came again and again, losing count of the times. Finally, as her latest orgasm was ebbing, he thrust his prick hard into her and held it there. Natalie felt his body stiffen. New waves of orgasmic pleasure broke over her as she felt this strange man spurting squirt after squirt of his warm cream into her, spurting it strongly against her cervix. He kept his prick deep inside her until he'd finished coming. Then, his cock slipped gently out of her. Natalie was still in an orgasmic haze as he slowly disengaged from her, kneeling in front of her once more. She felt too empty too quickly. God, she thought, what a fantastic fucking! She wanted it again, and soon. He searched for his trousers to get dressed, while she pulled her skirt back down and re-buttoned her blouse. The man offered to take her home, or go to her place maybe? Natalie refused, convincing him that what had just happened was the only thing that she wanted. She'd just wanted him to fuck her, not some kind of relationship and that they should part with that memory. Looking regretful, he rose and then turned to head towards his car. Natalie knew that, despite the intensity of their fucking, she wasn't really satisfied yet. She wondered just how keen he was to fuck her again. After all, she still had that feeling of emptiness in her pussy. On impulse, she moved after him.
Did he really want to fuck her again, she asked? His eyes lit up. Definitely, he said. Well, she said, they could compromise. Why didn't he take her over to the small hotel down the road? They might just let them hire a room for a couple of hours. Seconds later, she was in his car heading down the road. They almost dashed for the room. Once there, they pulled the clothes from each other in renewed eagerness. It was liberating to be totally naked with him, and God, did his prick look good! For the full two hours, he gave her the kind of fucking and all-over sexual attention she'd previously craved but only dreamed about. Sex with Les was good, very good, but this was on another planet. Three more times she had the fantastic sensation of his cum spurting up against her cervix. It was pure sexual bliss, far better than any daydream, however wild. Afterwards, when they were both exhausted, he took Natalie back to her car. She refused to give him any personal details, saying if he went to Singles Nights regularly, he'd be sure to meet her again. And yes, she'd fuck him again, willingly.
Smiling, he thanked her - as she did him! - and he moved off back to the pub. Unsteady again, Natalie climbed into her car and drove home. When she got there, Les was waiting. One look at her told her all he needed to know. Natalie told him that maybe they ought to go to bed. Once there and naked, she told him everything, letting him examine a pussy that was still oozing profusely with sperm. It turned Les on far more than either of them could have imagined. His prick was soon inside her, and he fucked her firmly. Very soon, she was moaning and squirming under him. As her writhing increased, so did the vigour of Les' fucking. At last, Natalie arched her back yet again that evening, and as the orgasm surged through her, she felt more semen, this time her husband's, spurting out within her.
posted by Hellen Orlovsky at
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
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