Many times the thought had crossed his mind. Was it something that he thought of too much? Probably. But what else is there but love and war? And war was all the time, so shouldn’t thought be of that which is not?
No matter. Sex. All of it. This is what he desired. An unshakable urge creeping from his loins; poisoning the blood and setting alight fire that only one wetness would quench.
Fingers tangled in hair; plunged deep in one, two, three holes, wetted and tracing sensitive skin. Legs wrapped, arms crossed, bodies entwined, senses lost to all but that most focused of tasks. Hands caressing, slapping, squeezing. Lips locked and tongues twirling.
How long had it been since the actual act had been performed? It didn’t matter. The images played in his mind constantly, the wet smacking sound of groins colliding and hips thrusting drowning out any thought that dare trespass. Ceaseless. Demanding. Echoing louder; repetition beating, pounding, hammering.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t taken care of himself. He had, several times daily. It was a poor substitute, his big rough hand the opposite of slender soft fingers that he longed to have wrapped around his pole. Speaking it aloud only served to make it worse. Writing it was only fuel, lust dripping into every sentence and phrase, innuendos leaking like water from a sieve.
It probably played on his face like a bad movie, obvious and clumsy in its intent. Being handsome, these casual stares were frequently returned, and again, this was like kerosene to the flame. These looks likely would have lead to fruitful interaction…Oh, to be free of one’s conscience! Thankfully, cold logic would bar even if conscience would not: one does not lay pipe when climbing a ladder, too much pole danger.
To sit in fantasy was the healthiest of options, and so his mind wandered:
Hair flowing down her back, pushing the shopping card, her white hands circled right around the handle, pushing the pole as her hips swayed from side to side. She lowered her glasses when she saw him, her green eye radiating seduction, her tongue peaking out and tracing her full lips as she winked, slowing her saunter as she pulled aside his cart. “We should go pack a box in my car, groceries are boring,” reaching over and taking the banana he held from his hand.
At 6’1 she had to look up, the glasses resting on the tip of her nose as she opened the banana slowly, watching his face; his eyes trailing down to admire her chest, tight thin fabric clinging to her hard nipples, moving back up as she pushed the banana into her mouth. She pushed it all the way in, making it disappear before pulling it out slowly, her lips hugging every inch of it before she took a bite. He was transfixed, almost salivating, the excitement bursting from his pants as she took his hand, dropping the half eaten fruit on the floor, carts blocking the isle.
She pulled him across the lot, opening the trunk of the SUV and pushing him him, climbing in and shutting it as she gripped his bulging crotch, her hand tracing the outline of his throbbing shaft, fingertips teasing the tip, “you going to watch me make this disappear too?” Her voice low, teasing his desire.
He smiled, the reality setting in, his hand pushing her hair back, hips pushing into her hand, flexing his member in her hand, free hand moving to pinch one of her nipples through her shirt, “why don’t you take off my pants and find out?” Laying back and running his fingers through her long hair.
Her hands expertly slid off his belt, nimble fingers parting the zipper of his pants before his back hit the folded down car seat. Breath escaped his lips, one of her hands firmly gripping his pulsing shaft, pushing up to the base of the tip before pulling down, her free hand on his stomach, finger tips lightly brushing against his toned abdomen, her palm traveling across.
She smiled as she stroked, pushing her glasses up to hold her hair back, leaning down and kissing the tip of his cock, her tongue touching the opening, “I‘m going to make this disappear with both sets of lips pretty boy,” her full lips teasing the tip of his cock with each word, Precum oozing out as he strained to push himself into her mouth.
“Fuck your mouth on me,” his hands pushing her hair back. She smiled as he gripped her head, opening her mouth to take him in, lips circling the mushroom tip of his rigid member, sucking against it as her tongue tickled the opening, his finger tips digging into her hair, legs shaking from the intensity.
She giggled against his throbbing head, the sound sending vibrations down his shaft before she took him deeper, swallowing him whole, her nose pressed into his pelvis as she stuck out her tongue and licked his balls, gagging slightly and sucking as she let him slide out of her mouth slowly, his hands keeping her hair back, muscles tensed. She slid her hands along his thighs, her nails tracing the cut of each quad before reaching his waist, fingers brushing the ridge or muscle over his hip, rubbing his flexed abs as she sucked against him harder, her tongue sliding along the veins of his shaft, spit dripping from her chin.
She popped her lips off, licking him fro
His balls to the tip of his cock, slapping it on her full wet lips before pulling his shirt off. She pulled up her skirt, her bald mound bare, the lips of her vulva glistening. She straddled his waist, sitting and grinding her soaking cunt along his sloppy pole, the puffy skin of her labia pressed along the bottom, Vulvs parted and clit throbbing agaisnt him as she rubbed her hands a crossed his body, her hair messy as, spit stringing from her chin to her shirt, the fabric wetted and translucent over her hard niplles.
She leaned in and kissed him, her wet mouth on his, her hands reaching down to guide him in. She sat all the way down, his hands on her hips pushing her there as the throbbing tip of his cock hit her cervical wall, the tight muscles of her vagina stretching to him as she started rolling her hips, it’s walls hugging his rock hard pole.
She kissed him deeply, her hands on his chest as she rocked her hips back and forth faster, her head falling back, a moan escaping her lips. He leaned up, muscles flexing beneath her hands as his lips met her bare neck, one hand bunching her skirt with its elastic band and using it like a handle to add thrust to her hips, free hand spanking her ass, the sound filling the car as his palm met her skin over and over. He sucked agisnt her neck, feeling her soaking wet cunt gripping him tighter, his lips moving up to tease her earlobe, the hand on her skirt moving up her shirt and caressing her back, pulling her to him, every muscle defined beneath her writhing body. His free hand slid between her clapping butt cheeks, siding against his shaft as her pussy devoured it, fingers wetting against her before moving up and teasing her asshole, pushing a finger in to her tight sphincter, feeling his cock pulsing in her vsgina, his finger adding more pressure as I went deeper.
She cried out as his finger stretched her tight ass, her dripping wet cunt filled completely with the girth and length of his manhood, her fingertips digging into the skin of his chest and pushing him to the car seat as she cane hard, her pussy convulsing around him, her hips tilting forward and pressing her clit to his pelvis, grinding into him and hugging his waist with her thighs, the car still rocking as she caressed his body. His hand moved up under her shirt, palming her breasts, nipples stiff on his hand as he pushed his hips up, keeping his finger deep in her ass, both holes clutching him tighter and tighter. He groaned as she kept herself planted down, the collapsing walls of her vagina sending him over the edge, the feel of her making him erupt, their entangled bodies stiffening and quivering, her face meeting his in breathless kiss, their joined loins soaking them, a wet spot under his ass as she shook against him.
He pulled his finger out slowly, her body responding with an aftershock of twitching, the roiling muscles of her vagina coaxing every last drop of cum from his cock. He smacked her ass, smiling up at her as she smiled at him, her face blushing red, her hands caressing his body as he lay breathlessly beneath her, “you made a mess Patrick, we should probably go make another one in bed,” lifting herself off slowly, pushing him down as she gripped his still sensitive member in hand, “you can do the actual cleaning, this is mine though,” taking him balls deep I her mouth, sucking hard to the tip of his cock, teasing it with her tongue, the sensation making him writhe and squirm under her hand, popping her lips off, “Now that ive had a taste I need more, let’s hurry up,” smiling as she opened the trunk and got out, pulling her dress down, leaving him breathless; naked, lying in a pool of their combined ejaculate, her scratch marks on his chest, light playing off his slick hard pole as it twitched with the after effects of their embrace.
The red head wiped her face, her hair trailing down to cover what her now wet shirt could now. She enjoyed the view of her snared prey one last time before closing him in, ready to take back home for seconds. Packing a box right was an all day activity….
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