Stranger Things Have Happened
“Oh God!” she screamed as he pounded her pussy from behind. Sure she’s had doggy sex before, but never like this. Maybe it’s that he’s a stranger; maybe it’s that they’re in a very public place and anybody could find them at any time. She never knew it could be like this, this good. Now that she knows what she‘s missing she doesn’t know if she could ever go back. Go back to missionary with her boring husband. The thought alone simply repulsed her so she focused on the wonderful feelings this stranger’s cock stirred up in her pussy.
He held onto her hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. The pain mixed with the pleasure and all she could think was ‘more’. She wondered, briefly, if she let this go on for much longer would she lose her mind completely. Oh but the thought of going over the edge with that hard piece of meat banging her had her juices running down her thighs even more than before. More than once already this stranger had slipped out of pussy from all the lubricant her body was providing. Each time she almost wept from the feeling of loss and then cried to the heavens in thanks when he slammed back into her.
When her car broke down she thought she would have to walk all the way home in the heat with the household groceries. But she was sent an angel of mercy who quickly turned into an angel of pussy. He knew just how to move his hips, just how to position her so that she received the maximum amount of pleasure. She was vaguely aware of the sweat dripping down between her ample breasts, slowly. She listened to her own erratic breathing and breathy moans, listened as they danced with the stranger’s. She licked her lips picturing what they must look like. Her shirt and bra shove above her tits; her skirt pushed up to her waist; her hair a mess from when the stranger pulled her hair as she sucked his cock; it was all so erotic to her.
When she was right there, right at the moment where she was teetering on the edge, time slowed. Her partner’s thrust slowed to a lazy pace, her orgasm being put off just to tease her, to torment her, and just when she about cried in frustration, everything picked up again. She didn’t fall off the edge, she was pushed. Hard.
She screamed like a banshee as she enjoyed the fall. Through her ecstasy she was aware of her partner bellowing his own release and felt his come all over her ass. They let themselves calm down and then they put themselves to right and started up the car.
She reached back and dragged a box of half melted chocolate popsicles from one of the grocery bags in the back seat of the car.
She got one for herself. “Popsicle?” she asked the man. He shrugged and took one.
As they drove the rest of the way to her house she sighed and looked out the window enjoying the afterglow. She knew her friends would never believe her. Not her, the prude, she wouldn’t even dream of doing something so wild. She shrugged mentally. Stranger things have happened.
He held onto her hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. The pain mixed with the pleasure and all she could think was ‘more’. She wondered, briefly, if she let this go on for much longer would she lose her mind completely. Oh but the thought of going over the edge with that hard piece of meat banging her had her juices running down her thighs even more than before. More than once already this stranger had slipped out of pussy from all the lubricant her body was providing. Each time she almost wept from the feeling of loss and then cried to the heavens in thanks when he slammed back into her.
When her car broke down she thought she would have to walk all the way home in the heat with the household groceries. But she was sent an angel of mercy who quickly turned into an angel of pussy. He knew just how to move his hips, just how to position her so that she received the maximum amount of pleasure. She was vaguely aware of the sweat dripping down between her ample breasts, slowly. She listened to her own erratic breathing and breathy moans, listened as they danced with the stranger’s. She licked her lips picturing what they must look like. Her shirt and bra shove above her tits; her skirt pushed up to her waist; her hair a mess from when the stranger pulled her hair as she sucked his cock; it was all so erotic to her.
When she was right there, right at the moment where she was teetering on the edge, time slowed. Her partner’s thrust slowed to a lazy pace, her orgasm being put off just to tease her, to torment her, and just when she about cried in frustration, everything picked up again. She didn’t fall off the edge, she was pushed. Hard.
She screamed like a banshee as she enjoyed the fall. Through her ecstasy she was aware of her partner bellowing his own release and felt his come all over her ass. They let themselves calm down and then they put themselves to right and started up the car.
She reached back and dragged a box of half melted chocolate popsicles from one of the grocery bags in the back seat of the car.
She got one for herself. “Popsicle?” she asked the man. He shrugged and took one.
As they drove the rest of the way to her house she sighed and looked out the window enjoying the afterglow. She knew her friends would never believe her. Not her, the prude, she wouldn’t even dream of doing something so wild. She shrugged mentally. Stranger things have happened.
15年前
